Summary: Harley Potter was glad that she would find people that would love her, even though they weren't with her yet -and another dimension.
Steve Rogers loved his soulmates and was glad that he'd have such wonderful people who wouldn't care about his fragile and ill self.
James Barnes groaned. He just knew they were going to be a pain, but they were his and he wouldn't trade them in for anything in the world.
So, this is my first Avengers and Harry Potter fanfic. This it will be a slash between Steve and Bucky. It'll be a threesome that would add a FemHarry in the mix. Hope you enjoy!
Harley 'Harry' Potter was the niece of Petunia Dursely, who took her in 'from the kindness of her heart' after her parents passed away in a car crash. Of course, others viewed her as a delinquent and a no-good trouble marker due to all the lies her relatives spread about her.
Harry never cared though. She was abused by her relatives-who clearly hated her and she returned it. They would try to bring her down and honestly with all the abuse she went through anyone would have broke, but not her.
Probably due to her stubborn nature, or that she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her down. They would beat her when she did better that Dudley-her stupid cousin-and although anyone would have started doing poorly, she continued to do well.
Of course she still slept in a cupboard under the stairs and did all the chores, she was still abused, but she stood her ground. And that was when people begin thinking about the so-called delinquent.
Oh her aunt had said many times that she was probably cheating, but she was put through so much tests that they concluded that no she was not cheating and that Petunia was lying. That had begun all these other inquires which the Dursley hated her all the more.
Like many things, Harry hadn't really cared. But a part of her still wished that there would be people out there that would care for. That would like her for her. Sure the adults began questioning the Dursleys now, but they hadn't cared for her.
How she longed for someone to care for her, to ask her about her side of things. There wasn't a single adult that she trusted and for good reason. They hadn't done anything before, so why should she trust them.
When she was five though, two names appeared on her wrist. One said James Buchanan Barnes and the other said Steve Grant Rogers. She smiled as she looked at them. She didn't know but apart of her wanted to meet them-that it was safe to know and be with them.
She never told anyone about it and always covered them. It wasn't hard as she wore Dudley's over sized clothes. Sometimes when she was lonely she would rub the word and feel safe, calm and at ease.
She didn't know what to make of the words that had appeared out of nowhere. She wondered if it had to do with the strange things that had happened around her. One did not think teleportation to the roof top was a normal thing.
It was when she was seven did she final realize what the names meant. She was told by the actual people after all.
When she had fallen asleep one day in her cupboard, she found herself in a grassy plain. It went on for miles, seemingly endless of green-with flowers. There she saw two other boys about a year or so older than her.
One was small and thin like her. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Other was a bit more healthier than the other and he had brown hair and matching color eyes. They both seem to notice her at the same time. They offered her a smile, though the blonde was a bit hesitant.
She walked up to them a bit unsure and returned their smiles with a shy one. She felt very self-conscious all of a sudden.
Not that she had to.
Harry might have not known, but from her bright green eyes, her hair color that had the perfect blend of black and red and her pale features she had gained from her Black ancestry shining through, she was quite beautiful and would become more when she grew older.
"James Buchanan Barnes." the brunette introduced himself, patting down space between him and the blonde.
"Steve Grant Rogers." the blonde smiled shyly as she took a seat besides him.
Harry beamed. So these were the people that were written on her wrist.
"Harley Lillian Potter." she smiled, "Do you know why your names on on my wrist?" she asked, getting puzzled looks from the other two.
"You don't know?" the brunette-James-had asked.
"No. They just appeared when I was five." she shook her head and explained.
"Its a soulmate mark." they blond-Steve-answered her. "It means we're soulmates." he clarified.
She blinked. Surprisingly, that was not one of the things she had though of what the names could have been.
"Oh." she flushed, ignoring their smirks.
"Its alright. We've already met. We were wondering when we'd met you. Although I never expected it to be in a dream." James said.
"Why don't we get to know each other for now." Steve suggested and she quickly agreed.
Harry had learned quite a lot of from the two of them and she had revealed a lot more about herself than she had told anyone in her entire life. She believed it was because a part of her subconscious just knew that they wouldn't betray her.
They were her soulmates, if she couldn't trust them, then who exactly would she be able to trust?
Steve and James-Bucky he liked to be called- had been angry about the abuse their soulmate had to endure, but were proud that she wouldn't break under it. They had told her that if it had gotten too much then she should just leave.
Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Rogers weren't happy with how their son's soulmate was being treated either and made their disapproval known.
This went on for a couple months to a year. They would met in their dreamscape every night when they fell asleep and just talk about their day. Harry had told them about the strange things that had happened around her and they believed that she might have powers.
She tried to experiment on said powers, but nothing really happened and she gave up. To be fair, she never really put too much effort into it.
She and Steve had the same habit of jumping into fights they couldn't win making Bucky groan. Not only did he have one soulmate that got into reckless fights, but he now had two. One in which he couldn't really help if things had gotten bad like he did with Steve.
Then came the day her uncle had gone too far.
Harry had finished all her chores for the day when her uncle called for her. It was just the two them and her aunt and Dudley would have been on their way. He began looking at her funny like and had began taking off her shirt-as she stood in frozen shock.
Before anything else happened, the door bell rang and he simply said they would continue later. Never before had she been thankful for her aunt to have arrived. As her uncle and aunt went upstairs and Dudley had gone to watch the television.
She quickly put all her small things into a bag and then raiding the fridge-Dudley wouldn't know if the house was burning around him as he watch the telly-and then ran out the door, never once looking back.
"He tried to do WHAT?!" both boys exclaimed, both having a murderous expression on their faces. It was finally night fall and she had found a small abandoned hideaway.
"Yeah, so I packed and ran. I didn't even mean to pack, but he they were upstairs and though nothing bad could happen, so I did." she sighed as they brought her into a hug. Oh how she just wished she was actually with them. But they lived in another continent-and another time.
That had shocked them the most. That she was born forty years after them, yet they could till communicate.
(What they didn't know was that Harry's magic had listened to her pleas and made it possible. That and they didn't know the other was from another dimension.)
"Hey, no long faces. I'm alright and that's all that matters." she gave them both a tight hug and then lay on the floor.
They reluctantly dropped it for now as it was true. She was safe and that was all that mattered for the two boys. Their dame sure wasn't like the other girls that they had met and seen. She wasn't a push over and was strong that way.
A week after running away, she had stumbled on the day's newspaper. Her eyes widen when she saw the Dursleys in something she would have never imagined-cuffs. Apparently someone saw her running away and had reported it.
Her old cupboard was found and with Dudley being given candy to 'co-operate', everything came out. They were arrested for neglect and abuse-their good name gone-and the police was looking for her. Thankfully they didn't have a picture of her, so it was basic information on her looks.
Her good fortune only increased when she found an injured snake. Taking it back with her, she healed it to the best of her ability, but then the strange things started to happen.
"This sorceress isn't too bad, unlike the other humans." the snake hissed.
"Um thank you?" she replied, giving the snake a start.
"A speaker! It is such an honor to met one!" it bowed its head. Harry just looked at the snake in confusion and scratched her cheek.
"What did you mean a speaker? Of course I can speak!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry to have startled you young one. It just isn't common to find a witch or wizard that can speak the language of snakes. Others see it as a curse, but it is a gift." it explained.
"Okay...but you called me a sorceress and what's your name? My name is Harry." she said politely.
"I am Sena. I have been alive for many years that I know of the magical world. You are a sorceress, a level higher than an average witch or wizard." she explained.
"So magic is real?" Harry asked excitedly.
"Of course dear. You were not told?" she said, her tone laced with shock.
"No. I saw the weird things happen around me but relatives always insisted that magic wasn't real. I guess they always knew but didn't want me to know." Harry shrugged.
Sena looked around the small place the speaker seemed to be living in.
"Is this where you live?" she asked and Harry began describing her life at the Dursleys. Sena was angry at the end, but was glad they were arrested.
"Why don't I take you to Gringotts. You can take a test to see if you are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. He was a speaker too and from a noble line." Sena said, slithering up her arm.
"What's Gringotts?" Harry asked as she followed Sena's direction to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Its a bank run by goblins. Be careful speaker and make sure not to reveal your ability to speak to my kind. It is frown upon and seen as 'dark'." Sena explained.
Soon enough they were at the goblin bank and were quite frankly sneered at when she said she wanted to see if she could gain access to the Slytherin vaults. Apparently there was someone else that had defeated the previous owner and only he could claim it by right by conquest.
Harry still wanted to try, so the goblins decided to humor her. Those who couldn't access the vault would be killed anyways. Imagine their surprise when she was given access said vault. Further investigation showed that she was the one that gained it by 'Right by Conquest'.
She never really did get the other guy's name and never really cared about it once she saw all the gold in the vault. The goblins were very accommodating to her after she was able to open the Slytherin vaults.
Being given a bottomless bag, she piled a lot of the gold into it until a book caught her eye. Sena had told her to take it as it was about spells in parsaltongue-serpent tongue. Going through it briefly, she saw there were a lot of spells that dealt with protection and healing magic.
The irony.
Leaving Gringotts, she was extremely tired. Although she wanted to buy books, Sena convinced her to buy them the next day. She went straight to her hideout and began reading through the book.
Parsalmagic was all about intent. You simply had to will your magic to do something, say what you wanted in parsaltongue and BAM! You have it.
Yawning, she placed the book back into the bottomless pouch she had. Sena wrapped around her, she snuggled and fell asleep her last thoughts being,
'I wish I were with Bucky and Steve.'
(Unknown to her, she had though it in parsaltongue and with both being her soulmates and being a powerful sorceress, she was whisked away.)
Harry woke up with a start. For the first time since they had met, she hadn't met her soulmates in their dreamscape. Looking around, she couldn't help but thinking that her surroundings were different than what they were last night.
Patting her pouch-she was thankful she still had it-she roamed around the old looking streets. Spotting a newspaper stand she rushed over it, only to gape at the date,
August 7, 1927
That's a wrap for the first chapter. There will be a bit of a timeskip in the next chapter, but not too long. There are conflicts about Steve's birthday. In this fanfic he'll be born in the year 1918 with Bucky born 1917. Harry will be a year younger than Steve. Hope you enjoyed this!