Loki had forgotten that he had not started Hogwarts like a normal student. He was tempted to join the first years on the boats across the lake but the storm threatening to send him flying into the air made for a great reason not to. He made it his goal to make out-prank the poltergeist when they all got pelted with water-balloons and squelched his way to the Ravenclaw table ("You have made a terrible decision, Peeves!" "Oh I'm so scared. Hahahaha!")

There were a few looks sent his way but most of his friends and classmates just smiled and waved him over, having reached the table before him.

The sorting ceremony went on as normal, people soon forgot about the empty seat at the head table where the DADA professor should be sat. Loki did not really care about cancelling of quidditch, it was fun and all but Loki enjoyed watching the crowds more than the game itself – he wasn't bitter that he just couldn't fly a broom. The Triwizard tournament, however, sounded interesting.

Everybody flinched at the sound of the thunder crashing outside, even Loki despite living with Thor. And then a man with a fake eye and fake leg came stomping into the hall, drenched as the rest of them and practically growling as he walked towards Dumbledore. Loki did not know what to think of this man, announced to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and the fact the electric blue eye was pinned on him every time Loki looked up at the man was unsettling.

He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind when the feast began, well tried to, all this staring was getting to him again.

"Loki! How was your summer?" One of the now second years asked him, just as soaked as Loki himself but smiling all the same, "I spent most of mine with family." The Ravenclaw he was talking to, Jack (usually in charge of getting him out of bed in the morning), was muggleborn and a massive fan of the Avengers and their fellow superheroes, he was amazed when he found out that Loki was Thor's brother and followed him around for weeks. Loki was going to make him so jealous.

Reaching into his rucksack, which he had thrown under the table so it wouldn't be confiscated as it should have been left with the rest of his luggage, Loki fished out the Stark Pad. After the wizards got over the fact he had technology working at Hogwarts Loki showed them the pictures he had taken at the tower and in Asgard.

"No way, you got to work with Iron Man in the labs!?"

"Is that Black Widow? She's so pretty."

"That's your home!? Why are you here when you live in a palace?!" Loki didn't have the heart to tell him that the palace could be incredibly boring.

He shared some of the stories he had with the Avengers and the superheroes that visited the tower. People were surprised by the pictures with Spiderman and asked if they knew who he was to which Loki responded by telling them all Spidey was an alien that could only speak in clever quips and couldn't walk on the floors since it was like lava to him, far too many people believed him until someone pointed out the picture he had shown them clearly showed the vigilantes feet firmly on the ground. Loki just laughed.

It was only after he had flipped through all his photos that Loki realised he had drawn a crowd, most of them looking at the tablet in awe.

"How did you get that to work?"

"Where can I get one?"

"Mr Stark gave it to me, I can ask him about it if you want." Loki pressed a few buttons and called Tony, the call was answered in a matter of seconds showing the view of the kitchen filled with a tired looking Bruce and Clint who was arguing with Tony on who got to use the coffee maker first. Clint won since Stark got distracted by the call and gave a thumbs up to Loki as he drank his coffee.

"Hey Lokes, calling so soon, do you miss me that much?"

"As if, busy day?" Loki asked, they all looked a little battered and bruised, apparently disaster struck when Loki was away for a few hours.

"Just Doombots again, so what do you need this time, kid, and why does it look like you're outside?" Stark was squinting at the camera, obviously catching a glimpse of the enchanted ceiling.

"Magic ceiling, I'll explain later, anyway all these people want to know how you got the tablet working and can they have one." Loki explained, he knew how the device worked having been one of the ones to make it and it required parts that Loki didn't have access to.

"I'm sure I can think of something." The conversation ended pretty quickly after that, the Avengers in attendance answered a few questions before making excuses to leave, and a few weeks later 'Magic-Proof' became a setting on all new pieces of Stark technology. Muggleborn students were incredibly happy to call their parents immediately and not have to wait several days for a reply.

The feast came to an end with everyone full and tired, all Loki's now-second-year roomates collapsed into their beds and fell asleep almost instantly.

Except one. Jack, the Ravenclaw that would often wake him up in the mornings, was wringing his hands together, opening and closing his mouth as if to ask Loki a question.

"What is it?" Loki yawned out, sprawled out on top of the covers since he couldn't be bothered climbing under them.

"D-did you really…at the quidditch cup…what the Prophet said." Loki let out a groan, burying his head into his pillow before rolling over to look at the boy properly. The boy at least looked embarrassed by his questioning, probably just wanting a clear answer.

"No, I was unconscious for most of the riot, I just ended up in the wrong place." Loki explained, gathering the energy to squirm under the blankets until he was nothing but a ball under the cover.

"Okay, I knew you wouldn't be bad." With that the boy laid down himself.

Loki hesitated slightly before whispering out a small "Thank you" and falling asleep himself.

The next morning was uneventful, Loki managed to wake up in time to only miss half of breakfast after he escaped from duvet prison. He received his new timetable and was told he would be with the fourth years and they'd all work it out from there depending on Loki's work speed this year.

Loki had missed learning magic during the summer (not that he couldn't just read through his textbooks and practice that way – he wouldn't be detected as using underage magic anyway – but he liked going to Hogwarts, he'd have no reason to go back if he learnt everything on his own) and loved being back with his classmates. Loki pushed his mission to find the Horcruxes to the back of his mind, focussing more on his studies and enjoying himself.

Then Defence Against the Dark Arts happened.

Sitting in the classroom with the rest of the Ravenclaw fourth years none of them expected to be shown the unforgivable curses. The rest of the class looked horrified (maybe a bit curious since when were they going to see them again? But mostly horrified) and several people refused to look at the demonstration at the front.

Loki froze up at the Imperius curse, unable to tear his eyes away from the controlled spider at the front of the room, just a desk in front of him. The look a maniacal glee on Moody's face was just as terrifying if Loki could have brought himself to look away from the spell. Why did it affect him so much? No one else was shaking like he was and most flinched and looked away when the green light hit the spider, killing it instantly. To them, that was the worst one. Thoughts were running through Loki's mind at a mile a minute yet it was as if he was thinking of nothing.

It wasn't until the Ravenclaw sat next to him noticed his shaking form and the fact he hadn't blinked from the now empty spot on the desk that there was noise in the classroom.

"Loki?.." They never got to say anything else as when they gently placed their hand on his shoulder he bolted from the room, chair flying to the floor in the process. At least he didn't smash any windows this time.

Loki didn't even know which way he ran but he didn't stop until he slammed into an empty room. It was just that, an empty room, no people, no furniture, just four large blank square walls. Loki paid no attention to door shutting behind him, and just shouted, asking the silent room 'why' over and over again until his voice was horse. Loki barely noticed that his magic had caused cracks in the walls and the floor he just curled up in a corner and cried, wishing again that he knew what had happened to him in the forgotten part of his memories.

Needless to say, no one found him until the next day when he stumbled down to breakfast in zombie-mode and then fell asleep in Transfiguration. During the brief period he was around people Loki had what felt like half the student body asking him if he was okay and where he had been. Loki never said a word and continued to stare blankly in front of him. Loki would later return to the seventh floor corridor a few days later and discover that the room he was in had changed to a room full of the softest pillows Loki had ever had the pleasure of collapsing into.

After falling asleep in Transfiguration Professor McGonagall stopped him from leaving the classroom, asking if he was okay before giving him a pardon to go back to his room and sleep.

Loki took the offer and slept until the morning of the next day.