Baby Sitting Kidvengers!

Chapter 4: Story Time & Check Ups

Harry walked into the kids bedroom and was a bit amazed at how quiet they were. Had they not all been sitting up on their beds, Harry would have thought they'd be asleep. Alas, they were all awake. Harry cleared his throat and they all looked up.

"Are we in trouble?" Natasha spoke but Harry didn't understand her, and realized it had been a few hours since he cast the translator spell. Raising his arm he spoke the spell once more.

"What did you ask Natasha?" Harry asked.

"Are we in trouble?" Natasha repeated.

Harry walked over and sat on her bed and shook his head, "No."

"Why would we be in trouble?" Clint asked and then pointed at Bruce, "It was Bruce and Tony who disobeyed the rules."

While the others silently agreed, Bruce lowered his head in shame and Harry saw the tear stricken cheeks.

"No one is in trouble, but that doesn't mean I'm going to just let this slide. Got it? Now gather around, I need to have a brief talk with all of you," Harry said.

They all gathered around Natasha's bed and sat on the floor in front of the wizard while Natasha just scooted over and sat next to Harry and looked up at him expectantly.

"What Bruce and Tony did was wrong because they put themselves in danger."

"I'm s-sorry," Bruce stuttered and Harry noted that his voice was a bit cracked from the crying he had done.

"It's alright Bruce. You did the wise and brave thing by coming to get me when you did," Harry said to him and then spoke of the others, "Bruce realized that the situation was far over his head and came to look for me even though he knew he'd get in trouble. That shows great responsibility and wisdom. Had he not, both him and Tony could have been severely injured or worse...I've already had a similar talk with Tony. I understand that all of you have extraordinary talents and might want to do a specific activity. You don't need to sneak off to do it. Just tell me and I'll do my best to get you what you need.

"The rules placed by some of the grown ups don't always make sense but most of the time they're there to keep you all safe. But if a rule ever seems unreasonable or you just don't get it, like anything else, just come and ask me. I'll either explain it or rethink it, because sometimes the rules are placed there to take the kids off of the adults hands. Are we clear?" Harry asked as he staring each one of them in the eyes.

They all nodded, though they seemed a bit confused. It was Thor who spoke their puzzlement.

"You are very strange sorcerer. You are our elder, yet you treat us as equals."

Harry scratched the back of his head, "Well...I was taught that if you wanted the respect of others you needed to show them respect in return."

"Yeah but isn't that just for grown ups?" Steve asked.

Harry shook his head, "No. It's a lesson one learns as they grow up. It takes some longer than others to learn the lesson though."

"So you will treat us as adults?" Loki asked, very confused and intrigued by this adult who is so different from Odin.

Harry thought about it before he answered, "I will acknowledge and remember that you are children, but will not treat any of you as lesser than me. Sound fair?"

"That is more than fair. No one in our palace has ever spoken to us in such a manner. It is refreshing," Loki replied.

Thor nodded, "My brother speaks the truth."

"Alright...well, I just came in here to let you guys know I'm not angry at anyone. As long as you agree that if you plan on doing anything at all questionable or risky, that you come and fetch me first, alright?" Harry asked as he stood. Everyone else stood as well and nodded. Smiles breaking out on their faces.

They all liked Harry. He wasn't like any of the adults they were used to. He was in charge so he was strict but not in an overbearing way. He talked to them as if they were adults but treated them gently like a parent would a child. He was patient and gave wise advice.

All of this didn't seem at all like an imprisonment or a capture. It seemed like a vacation, and they were all enjoying it...as long as they kept Harry from getting upset.

Harry smiled back at them and clapped his hands, "Well now that that's settled, we should get to the kitchen before the pancakes get cold."

"Pancakes!" Steve and Clint asked happily while Bruce brightened with a smile behind them.

"At this hour?" Natasha asked.

"Pancakes are great any time. Come on," Harry said as he led them to the kitchen.

"I do not understand. What are pancakes?" Thor asked with a curious face.

Clint's eyes widened, "You've never had pancakes?"

Thor and Loki shared a look, "No. Is that uncommon?"

"Well...duh! Pancakes are like...the best breakfast ever!" Clint declared.

"But it is not morning. Should we be not having these so called pancakes if they are meant for breakfast?" Loki asked.

Harry chuckled, "Alright settle down. Clint, Thor and Loki aren't from around here. What's normal for you may not be normal for them. And yes Natasha, normally pancakes are for breakfast but really they can be eaten at any time...we just won't be making a habit of it. Think of it as a home coming gift. I did promise you guys a delicious treat. And Thor and Loki, pancakes are..I guess they can be considered pastries. They are normally served as a breakfast like I said before but...well, I'll let you be the judge of them for yourselves."

Thor was about to ask something when Tony opened the kitchen door and had his arms on his hips and was glaring at the group, "They're getting cold. Hurry up!"

The aroma coming from the kitchen stopped all talk as they kids all ran to the table and started to dig in. Clint and Steve were enthusiastic about it. Natasha was more reserved but then the kid in her won out and she went wild with dressing her pancakes. Bruce seemed to just keep it simple with maple syrup and butter. Thor and Loki watched as the others prepped their pancakes before following their example.

One bite into the pancakes and a broad smile broke out on Thor, "This is delicious!" and he started to scoff more and more down.

"Ugh..." Natasha grimace as she watched both Steve and Thor devour the huge pile of pancakes on the table.

Loki nodded and nudged Thor, "Brother you are a prince and are eating like a starved savage!"

Thor looked up and smiled sheepishly, "My apologies." Thor then tried to eat at a much slower paste but was failing.

Harry let out a chuckle, "So long as you don't choke you can eat them as you wish Thor."

Thor smiled at Harry and began to eat a bit more quickly but with another nudge from a blushing embarrassed Loki, not as enthusiastic as before.

Harry watched them all as they tried different toppings, passed their creations around, and helped each other serve milk and pass that around. It was quite the sight to see and Harry found himself enjoying it.

He then heard a 'clunk' noise next to the spot on the counter that he had been leaning on. Looking to the side he saw a small stack of pancakes with maple syrup and a few blueberries on top.

"They won't leave you any," Tony murmured as he took up the stool next to Harry.

Harry looked at him, "What about you? Did you get some?"

"I like donuts better," Tony replied with a shrug.

Harry shook his head, "Nonsense. I've never eaten a lot anyway. How about if we each get half of this stack? We did work very hard on this for us not to eat it."

Tony looked to his side but nodded anyway. He picked up his fork and took a bite after Harry did. It was like dealing with a stubborn baby who would only eat some of the mushy food after watching their parent do it. In fact...that was exactly how it was. Tony would stare at Harry until the wizard took a bite. When he did, Tony would match what Harry ate and then took a similar bite. This happened until their stack was all gone.

Once everything was gone and everyone was full Harry ushered them to the sink to wash their hands and then to their beds.

"I'm going to make sure all the doors and windows are secure. Tony you can go change in the bathroom while the rest of you go to your beds and get settled in. I'll be there once I'm done," Harry said.

"Will you tell us a tale of your adventures?" Thor asked excitedly.

Harry smiled and said, "Sure. If that's what you all want."

Thor and Clint cheered in agreement, while Steve and Bruce nodded. Loki and Natasha shrugged, and Tony just rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom.

Harry made his rounds and checked all of the perimeter. He couldn't cast any spells inside of the building without it causing some damage to the technology. Though he did cast a barrier protection ward around the outer perimeter of the building. If anything remotely dangerous, powerful, or magic came through it, Harry would know.

He walked back to the kids room expecting to find everyone there since he took his time checking to see if everything was in order. Tony, however, wasn't in his bed.

"Where's Tony?" Harry asked the group.

"He hasn't come back yet," Steve answered.

Harry frowned, "I'll go check on him. I'll be right back."

Knocking on the bathroom door Harry asked, "Tony? Is everything alright?"

No one answered so Harry knocked again, a bit louder, "Tony?"

The door unlocked and Tony opened the door and let him in. Tony went back to his previous spot, which was in front of the mirror inspecting his chest. He was using the step ladder to help him get a good view.

"Everything alright?" Harry asked.

"My chest...bothers me," Tony replied.

Harry frowned before his eyes widened. He didn't know why he didn't think of it before. Iron Man was powered and Tony was kept alive by the Arc Reactor! Looking at the six year old's chest he didn't see anything there.

Panic weld up in the wizard. Had Loki's spell removed the Arc Reactor and whatever it was that was hurting Tony? What will happen when they return to their normal ages?

Masking his own fears to not alarm the young genius, Harry walked over to him and said, "Let me take a look."

Tony didn't refuse and Harry was grateful. Whatever this may mean, he didn't need anything else to complicate matters. Harry let his magic wash over Tony. Since Tony was human and a muggle his magic had no trouble running a diagnosis on him.

Good news?

The Arc Reactor was still there. It was just being masked with glamour magic. The spell reverted them all to how they were in their child forms, but with Tony's condition being as permanent as Steve's super soldier serum, Tony's Arc Reactor was still there.

Bad news?

He hoped that since his test on Thor was inconclusive since it was cut short there might be some hope that his magic could overpower this spell. Unfortunately his magic just ran through Tony and seemed to have done nothing. As far as his magic is concern, there is no dark magic to attack.

He mentally sighed. It looked like he had to think of another way to cure his friends.

"Well?" Tony asked.

"It doesn't hurt?" Harry asked in turn.

Shaking his head Tony said, "It...doesn't hurt, but it's annoying me."

Harry 'hmm'ed', "It might be congestion in your lungs." the wizard lied with a plausible fib.

"I don't have a runny nose though," Tony countered.

"You don't have to have a runny nose to have congestion in your chest. That could be why it feels funny. How about I give you some medicine to make the feeling go away?" Harry asked he helped Tony step down from the ladder.

Tony cringe, "It's not the bubblegum flavored syrup is it?"

Harry chuckled, "No."

Tony sighed in relief, "Good. I hate that stuff. What kind of flavor is that anyway? Gum is supposed to be chewed, not swallowed. Yuck!" Tony said as he stuck out his tongue in distaste.

Harry just laughed and led Tony to his room. While Tony sat on the bed, his eyes followed Harry who grabbed his bag and searched through it. It was a simple duffel, mute in color. Didn't seem too old or that new. Though Tony couldn't see it the duffel was protected from tearing, fire, water, and was only able to be opened by Harry. He had developed somewhat of a nomadic lifestyle before arriving to New York and learned to carry his whole life in that bag, which in the end was disposable as well. It carried his clothes, toiletries, money, documentation, medical kit, and of course some of his magical items. Since he became Master of Death he doesn't have to worry about leaving his cloak of invisibility. Now that he accepted his role he can summon each of the items at will, no matter where he is.(He always kept the cloak. He thought he lost the stone, but when he was thinking of it one day, like the sorcerer's stone in his first year, it appeared in his pocket. He thought he broke the wand and threw it away. But like the stone while he was thinking about it one night, it returned to his possession as well. Completely restored and in working order.)

Taking out his medical kit that was stocked with muggle and magical supplies Harry takes out a small vial and hands it to Tony. The boy looks at it oddly before looking at Harry who nods. Tony gulps down the silver like liquid and is surprised.

"It doesn't taste like anything but...it's working," Tony said.

Harry raised an eye brow, "Is that so surprising?"

"Well...from what I've learned, the worse something taste the faster it'll heal you," Tony replied.

Harry took back the empty vial and ruffled Tony's hair, "Well maybe that's something you should consider when you take over your fathers business. Make medicine a good experience."

"I'm pretty sure that's call psychedelic drugs," Tony replied with a face.

Harry shook his head in amusement, "But they aren't always the answer to those who are really sick, now are they?"

Tony nodded as they entered the room and he went off to his own bed. Harry pulled the rocking chair up and placed it in a spot where everyone can hear and see him.

"Alright. Well...I did promise you guys a story if you still want to hear one," Harry said.

"Yes! I wish to hear the one about the dragons!" Thor claimed while the others nodded. Even Tony seemed to be interested.

"Hmm," Harry thought for a moment. "I could just tell you about it but...I could actually show you."

"How?" Natasha asked.

"There's an object that I can use that will make my memories seem to come to life," Harry said.

"Can you use it?" Clint asked.

Harry looked at them all. Thor wanted to hear the story of the time he fought a dragon. Though the young demigod will face horrible monsters in his future...maybe his trials in the Triwizard tournament aren't suited for children of their age.

"I'll have to ask one of the agents to bring it tomorrow. For now I can still show you pictures of the events," Harry said. "Accio Memory Book."

The kids looked towards the open door that Harry was pointing towards. After a few seconds a book flew in and landed on Harry's lap. There were gasp of awe and surprise all around.

Harry opened the book to the center which were blank white pages. "Alright. Well when I was fourteen there was this tournament in my school called the Triwizard Tournament." The book suddenly filled with ink and it began to lift off the page until it was almost looking into a television. It was an old man with long white hair, silver dress robes, and have moon spectacles. He exclaimed, " Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."

"That was my headmaster, announcing the tournament. During the time though, a lot of dangerous things were happening. A very dark wizard still held a lot of powers and followers, even though he was believed to be gone. So the ministry, trying to keep as much control as possible decreed that only the students of legal age, which is 17, would be allowed to attend. Of course a lot of the students were angry because they wanted their shot at fame and glory."

All of their attention was on him and his words, Harry noted. He was pleased to have such story telling talents.

"So our headmaster drew an age circle around the Goblet of Fire," Harry continued the story and turned the page which showed the Goblet that was burning blue fire, surrounded by said circle. "My best friends twin brothers tried to cheat the system with an aging potion they concocted." The image tuned to Fred and George drinking their potion and then jumping into the circle while everyone around them cheered.

"Did it work?" Loki asked.

"The thing was...the headmaster himself made that circle. He wouldn't be a good headmaster if he couldn't do something as basic as a protection ward now would he. This is what happened," Harry said as he flipped the page. A magic pulse lunged Fred and George out of the circle and when they stood up they were old men! "You said!" "You said!"

The children all laughed at the twins expense.

"So fighting the dragons was one of the task of the tournament?" Bruce asked.

"Yup," Harry replied.

Natasha tilted her head to the side, "But if you were only fourteen then how did you get accepted? Because obviously you did , right?"

Harry sighed, "It's a story for another time but there are a lot of people who just don't like me. Be it my family, my choice of friends, or merely because I was born...there were people who wanted me dead. And what better way than a tournament who's rules were so ancient that the government itself couldn't control? The tournament isn't done just for fun. It a traditional practice who's magical rules must be enforced. They had darker sense of humor back then. So...anyone who entered had to play. And there was no backing out. So someone who very much didn't like me placed my name in the Goblet.

"And I was forced to compete with these people." Harry turned the page and it showed each of them as he named them.

"Viktor Krum. He was taller, older, and so much stronger than I was. He might not have been the smartest but he had other people to think for him. He was from our brother school, Durmstrang Institute. An all boy school. Then from our sister, all girl school, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic came Fleur Delacour. She was beautiful...but she was just as much as a fairy princess as any of the dragons we had to face. She was swift and intelligent and knew how to read people and use that to her advantage to get what she wanted."

"Aren't all women like that?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um...no. There are some shy and awkward ones too," Harry replied. He guessed from everything he's heard from Tony and his father, they were used to gold diggers and fast women.

"Huh..." was Tony's reply.

"Whatever, continue your story!" Clint demanded.

"Alright. Now, from our school Cedric Diggory was the one who was originally chosen to be our champion. He was older than me and had taken much more complicated classes. He knew more advanced magic.

"The three champions were chosen and everyone cheered," Harry turned the page and they saw the flickering of the Goblet. It erupted in red fire and a piece of paper shot out. The headmaster caught it and read it aloud, "Harry Potter..."

"Knowing that I didn't bother to participate and knew I'd get in trouble..."Harry turned the page and it showed his 14 year old teenage self trying to duck into the crowd.

"HARRY POTTER!" The headmaster yelled and a brown haired girl shoved him towards the stage. All the way there it was eerily quiet, but Harry was getting a lot of angry sneers.

"If you did not wish to participate, couldn't you merely have stated as such?" Loki asked.

Harry shook his head, "Like I said, it's ancient magic that so far no one knows how to break. I could have not participated but my teachers feared what would have happened if I didn't. But of course since I was underage and managed to get my named called out even though there already was a champion...well, people were jealous and thought I was an arrogant glory hog." Harry flipped the page and it showed them the button that was made to mock him.

"But it was not your will! Surely such injustice didn't last long?" Thor asked.

"Well...it did for a while. Heck, throughout the whole tournament. But after I should some talent in the tasks I did manage to win some people back to my side."

Harry decided to skip to the actual task at hand. "The first task was simple in theory. There was an golden egg that held a very important clue to the second task. The dragon would be protecting the egg and all we the champions had to do was retrieve it."

Harry flipped the page and showed each of the dragons that were there, "Viktor faced the Chinese Fireball, Fleur faced a Common Welsh Green, and Cedric faced a Swedish Short Snout."

There were more gasp and sounds of awe once more.

"And you? Which incredible beast did you encounter?" Thor asked, pupils huge from excitement.

"I faced..."Harry turned the page where the ink worked incredibly fast to make a frightening looking, spiky, angry looking huge dragon who spit out enormous amounts of fire, "The Hungarian Horn Tail."

"Wow...did you get hurt?" Steve asked, eyes just as wide.

"Well...a few burn marks. Couple of scrapes...but ultimately I did succeed. Otherwise I wouldn't be here telling you this story." Harry replied.

"So what happened next?" Clint asked, bouncing in his place with excitement.

"Well...when in situations like that it's always best to play to your strengths. Like I said, Viktor was strong, Fleur was swift, and Cedric knew a lot more magic." Harry said.

"What did you know?" Bruce asked.

"I..." Harry turned the page, "Knew how to fly."

The page showed how Harry called his Firebolt and used it to evade the dragon. It showed him flying around the grounds and around the school. Him crashing into the castle, trying to get back on his broom, nearly escaping being a toasted marshmallow, and then flying back towards the arena and claiming the golden egg. The scene ended with Harry's classmates lifting him up on their shoulders and cheering for him.

With a loud snap Harry shut the book close.

"What? That cannot be it! There were three tasks!What of the other two? And who was the one who sought your demise? You claimed in the beginning of your tale that people were out to get you. Why? What exactly did you do? Was there some sort of battle? How did you win?" Thor asked in nearly one breath.

Harry shook his head, "A good story teller knows when to leave off. I promised dragons, nothing more."

"Ahh...but we want to know more!" Clint crossed his arms and pouted.

"If I keep the story going you'll never sleep. But how about this. For every night you're here, I'll promise to give you one story. Now, everyone needs to go to sleep." Harry said.

"But I am not tired. I wish to hear more tales!" Thor declared.

"I know you would but you need your rest Thor. You'll regain any stamina you lost throughout the day and it's a fact that all children do their growing in their sleep. As you can see, I didn't sleep a lot at night so compared to a lot of adults, I'm short. So unless you want to be my height when you get to my age, off to sleep the lot of you." Harry said.

There were a lot of replies, some in agreement, others in reluctance but eventually everyone snuggled into their beds and under the covers. Harry smiled and went to the door. He turned to everyone and said, "Good night," and turned off the light.

He was about to close the door when a voice stopped him, "Um...Harry?"

"Yes Natasha?"

Natasha looked down as she fisted her covers. Harry walked over and sat at the edge of her bed and lifted her chin up with his fingers. Looking into her eyes he asked again, "Yes Natasha?"

"...It's too dark," she whispered.

Harry smiled at her and placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, "It's nothing to be ashamed of Natasha. And don't worry about it okay."

Harry pointed to the ceiling and enchanted it the same way the ceiling of the Great Hall was enchanted. So instead of a boring plain ceiling, over their heads were thousands of stars, galaxies, and comets zooming by, "Dark enough so you can sleep, but light enough to not be scared. Is that alright?"

Natasha snuggled into her bed more and hugged her pillow as she nodded, "Thank you Harry."

"No problem. Anyone else need anything?" Harry asked.

There were soft no's, but also some snoring. Seems that Thor was more tired than he thought. He was already snoring away softly, he turned and as sprawled across the covers. Harry just chuckled and made his way to his room. As an extra step, he left their door ajar.

It was hours later that Harry's magic alerted him of something going on outside on the balcony. Quickly slipping into his shoes and summoning the Elder Wand, Harry went to investigate.

He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Loki practicing magic outside. His back was turned to Harry and he seemed to be trying to levitate a book that was placed on the patio table. The book would rise a few inches but then fall back down. There was a grunt of displeasure from Loki.

"You're merely concentrating magic around the book, trying to control the magic, and making it lift the book?" Harry asked.

Loki was startled and looked down sheepishly.

"I apologize for disobeying your instructions on sleeping," Loki quickly said.

Harry waved a dismissing hand, "You aren't the first. And besides...doesn't look like you're doing anything dangerous. Mind if I help?" Harry asked.

"Um..do you really think you can help me?" Loki asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" Harry asked.

"Well...people usually prefer to teach my brother. He's much more of the warrior type," Loki answered.

Harry's recalled everything he's read about Norse Mythology and can understand what Loki was talking about. Asgardians favor strength and power. Thor as an adult was tall and broad. Adding in his courageous attitude and love of adventure...he was an ideal to work with in Asgardian terms. Loki was more lean and smaller, and probably enjoys being in a library rather than on the field.

"Well, in battle strength isn't all that matters, is it?" Harry asked as he took one of the seats.

"No...but it really does matter," Loki said, taking the other chair.

"You like to read don't you Loki? Get as much information as you possibly can?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I usually spend a lot of my time in the palace's library," Loki replied.

"That's good. Your brother...he is first born, isn't he?" Harry asked and saw Loki immediately deflate.

"Yes...when he comes of age, he will take the throne," Loki mumbled.

"Thor seems like a good kid, but he can be a little...rash. I'm sure he'll need you to keep him levelheaded. And not just that. If you ever need to go into battle, he'll definitely need you too," Harry said.

Loki's eyes widened, "Me? Whatever for?"

"Well...as far as I can tell, you can have all the power in any world, but it's all pointless if you don't have the knowledge in how to use it." Harry said.

Loki let Harry's words sink in and he finally nodded, "You don't believe that me being how I am is a problem?"

Harry shook his head, "Only if you let it be. You're smart Loki, and you're also clever."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Loki asked.

"Nope. There's a difference. Being smart means you have knowledge. Being clever means you know how to use that knowledge. And remember my story Loki. I was the youngest, weakest, and possibly the most naïve person in that tournament. Half the time I was confused as to what I was doing or what was happening to around me. I had to rely on my friends to help me through it all, just like I'm sure Thor will have to rely on you and his friends. I couldn't win alone. Aside from their help I realized I couldn't ignore my weaknesses and had to play my strengths. I have mine and you have yours," Harry explained.

"And you believe I should use it to help my brother?" Loki asked.

Harry smiled, "You know...you and Thor remind me of Merlin and Arthur."

"Who?" Loki asked.

"Merlin is basically the original sorcerer. His achievements paved way for the rest of us. There are many versions of their tales but they all ultimately have a similar plot and the same key points.

"Arthur was born to be the one true future king! There was a magical sword lodge in a rock. Legend said that he who could pull the sword from the stone would be named king. Arthur was that person. In some versions of the story Arthur grew up in a humble beginning in poverty, and in others he was raised as a prince. Arthur was much like your brother. He sought respect and nobility. In the end he lead his people kindly as the benevolent king. There was prosperity in the kingdom when he was at the throne, but it wasn't always like that. In his teenage years he was cocky and stuck up. He confused nobility with arrogance. It caused him a bit but with Merlin there to guide him...he eventually became that benevolent king everyone adored and Merlin was there at his side through it all. As his guidance, his dependent, his confident, and as his good friend."

Loki took all of that in. "You really believe it can be like that?"

Harry nodded, "Thor already protects you with his life. As you get older I'm sure that will not change. There might be some sibling rivalry to come but I'm sure you can over pass it. I'm sure that together you two can lead Asgard to another rein of peace."

Loki smiled and stood up, "I suppose I should do everything in my power to help my brother. That includes getting taller and that includes getting some sleep, doesn't it?"

Harry smiled too, "Yes. Yes it does. And if you still want, tomorrow you can I can have a magic lesson."

"Really?" Loki asked surprised. He thought the sorcerer was merely joking.

"Of course. I'm magic, you're magic. I'm sure there are somethings we can learn from one another."

"My brother is right. You are very strange," Loki commented.

Harry raised and eye brow, "Is that a bad thing?"

Loki quickly shook his head and smiled up at Harry, "No. Not a bad thing at all!"

Harry smiled too, "Alright well off to bed. I'll see you in the morning alright?"

"Yes sir," Loki said as he went to his room.

"Night Loki," Harry called after him as he closed the balcony door.

"Good Night Harry."

That...was longer than I intended. I was going to stop after Harry's story, but I'm glad I added that Harry/Loki moment.

Anyone else realize the similarities between Thor and Arthur and had their minds like totally geek out in a fangirl squeal? It...it could have just been me.

Also...It's been a long time since I've read and seen HP4, so I'm sorry if the information of any of it is off. I would have loved to show them his memories through the pensive but one)It wouldn't get them to sleep, it'd wake them up more. Two)they may be deage but they're technically still kids and some of the things showed in the movie for HP4 isn't really appropriate for small kids so I don't think Harry would show them exactly what he went through. The book made it more like a magical cartoon pop up kind of thing, with as much graphics as Harry allowed. It's also not real, I just made it up for convenience.

So um...what do you guys think so far?