"Would you like some coffee?"

The high female voice of the small, squarish coffee machine echoed around the now almost empty lobby of the Avengers compound. Too absorbed in his conversations with this fantastic example of muggle ingenuity, Ron hadn't noticed the deathly quiet that seemed to have descended upon them. The other two remaining people in the room stood awkwardly, staring at the strange man who had just ordered his seventeenth cup of coffee.

If he had noticed their stares, Ron probably wouldn't have acted any differently. All his life he had been humiliated by his father's fascination with muggles and irritated by his collection of plugs, which now filled a small shed in the garden. Now however, he suddenly understood exactly where his father was coming from.

Muggle's had made this amazing bit of technology. Muggles! The people who still refused to believe there was anything remotely strange in the world even when it blew up right under their noses. It was (lacking a better word) amazing!

It was terrifying...

Perhaps Hermione had been right to make muggle studies a compulsory course at Hogwarts and the ministry. When the minister had first announced this bill, Ron had moaned the longest and the loudest. As far as he was concerned, muggles were primitive. Their chess pieces didn't smash one another! The people in their posters and photographs didn't even move! Muggleborns spent absolutely ages figuring out how to write properly with a quill and sung really weird songs!

Being in this room, surrounded by some of the most hi-tech gadgets muggles had to offer made Ron begin to think that Hermione might have been right the whole time (although he'd never say that to her face or in front of their children of course). If muggles could make these things now, what could they invent in five or ten years? It was possible that, one day soon, muggles could pose a real threat on the wizarding world... a threat far more serious than the witch burnings that occurred several hundred years ago.

"Merlin's beard..." Ron muttered under his breath, reaching up to stroke his goatee.

"Merlin's what?" A heavily accented female voice said from behind him. Ron whirled around, realising for the first time that Pepper, Harry and Hermione had left him completely alone with two avengers. That had most certainly had not been part of the plan. The plan had been for Hermione to talk about muggle things while he spoke about the weather or businesses. From what Pepper had told him, the two avengers standing before him (Sam Wilson and Wanda Maximoff) were not the ones that would be interested in talking about the weather.

In the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered the scary red haired woman (Natasha Romanoff) telling them they were going to be split up, but he had been too absorbed in conversation with the coffee machine to pay close attention to where the girls were.

"Absolutely fascinating machine." He said, his voice betraying his nerves. "I can't quite believe it can make coffee, tea and hot chocolate and converses with you. Utterly barmy!"

"Yeah it's swell." Sam said, his voice sounding more irritated than suspicious. Although 'swell' wasn't a slang term commonly used in twenty first century America, Captain America said it all the time and Sam had just picked up on it. "I think you've ordered enough coffee for now." He said, in a tone that invited no argument. He was slightly annoyed his coworkers got to interview the beautiful women, while he was stuck interrogating to a middle aged, overly eccentric English man with a beer belly.

Sheepishly, Ron took a deliberate step away from the coffee machine, and smiled irritatingly at Sam and Wanda. They stood, staring at each other in awkward silence, an intense tension weighing on each of their shoulders.

"How about a cup of tea, to ease the tension?" The coffee machine suggested confidently, making all their stomach's lurch in shock. "Or hot chocolate to boost serotonin levels and calm you down?"

"Why does that thing think every problem can be solved with a hot beverage?" Wanda rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't even think about answering that, or I'll disconnect your speakers again!" She snapped quickly to the poor machine, pointing a finger at it that was shrouded in a faint red mist at it.

"Hey, hey, hey! You try to disconnect my speaker again and I will call the cops...or worse the media! Tell them that the Avengers are mutilating me, how would that help your precious reputation, eh?" The coffee machine squealed. "Just because you fellas can't appreciate a coffee machine with more importance and intelligence than the pair of you...OW!"

The exclamation of agony was superficial since the coffee machine was technically a chunk of metal that couldn't feel pain. All the same, Ron felt a little guilty that he'd allowed such brutality. There was now a small, fist shaped dent imprinted into the metal outer casing of the machine. Why was it that whenever something wasn't working properly all muggles first instinct was to hit it? He'd first spotted this trait observing his father-in-law viciously attaching his arm chair when the reclining function failed to deploy immediately after he pressed the button.

"Did that help?" Ron asked as innocently as he could.

"No." Sam growled, as Wanda smirked the same way Ron's children smirked whenever he did anything a tiny bit stupid.

"Did it hurt?"

"Obviously." In the background, the coffee machine chucked to itself. "Let's go outside. I don't think Stark would be particularly delighted if I place the multimillion dollar, psychopathic coffee machine in the furnace until it turns to soup."

"Did somebody say soup?" The coffee machine asked hopefully. Evidently, there were no end to it's talent (as long as you wanted warm liquid). Ron assumed Sam and Wanda wouldn't take too kindly to him asking what kind of soup the coffee machine could make.

While Sam and Wanda turned to walk outside, Ron lingered behind, staring at the coffee machine. It would be an awful shame for the fist-sized dent to stay forever in the top of the the machine, especially when it was expensive. Ron had barely grasped the exchange rate between pounds and galleons, so the little green dollar bills were utterly baffling to him... yet multimillion dollars sounded like quite a lot... he ought to fix it. Subtly, he pulled his wand from his sleeve and whispered;

"Reparo."

As coffee machine fixed itself, the lights began to flicker. The doors sealed themselves and an alarm began blaring. Ron gaped, looking upwards towards the ceiling, wondering whether this was his fault. Pepper had told him not to use magic, but that was such a small spell. Hermione had been able to do it before they even started their first year at Hogwarts.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "What's going on?" When he looked around, Sam and Wanda were already outside the compound, yelling frantically through the reinforced, bullet proof glass.

"The fire alarms." Sam shouted, banging on the doors as if that would get them to open. Of course he would be hitting them. "The whole compound's on lockdown..."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't caused this mayhem; Pepper and Harry had. Part of their plan was to set off the fire alarm to seal the building so no one could follow them... only that plan hinged on everyone remaining trapped inside the compound... And Sam and Wanda were outside.

"Wanda, get the doors open!" Sam yelled just as Ron pulled his wand from his sleeve again. A mysterious red light surrounded the doors and they slowly began to part. Wanda's whole body was clenched in concentration, sweat started to form on her brow...

"Bombarda!" Ron hissed, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the frosted glass. The glass shattered. The alarms stopped screaming. The whole compound was plunged into darkness as the lights failed.

Pepper had warned him not to use magic... Ron swallowed loudly. His eyes met Sam's and for a moment, he thought Sam had seen what he had done. However, it soon became apparent that neither of them had a clue what had happened.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked.

"I promise it wasn't me." Wanda said nervously to Sam.

"I know." Sam smiled at her. "I've seen you do stuff like that a thousand times in training..." He paused as if waiting for instructions, then realised that, in that moment, he was the highest ranking Avenger. "Mr Weasley..."

"Call me Ron. Mr Weasley was my father and my four brothers."

"Right." Sam nodded. "Well, Ron, please leave the compound, before it decides to seal you in and suck the air out of the room." As Ron did as he was bid, Sam did one final sweep of the front room with his eyes. In the corner, he spotted the rucksack-shaped piece of kit that housed his wings. Quickly, he darted back inside the compound, flung the pack over his shoulder and ran out again.

"Alright?" Ron asked, still sounding like he'd seen a ghost.

"I'm good." Sam nodded. "You good?"

"Trust me, I've seen weirder stuff than this." Ron chuckled to himself. Sam felt an uncontrollable urge to find out what Ron, a man who he'd been told was some kind of financial advisor, had seen that was so much stranger than this. Now was not the time.

"You'll have to tell me about that sometime." Sam grinned, pulling his goggles over his eyes and fastening his pack properly around his shoulders and waist. "Perhaps in a pub over a pint." Ron laughed. He wasn't laughing at Sam's joke - he didn't fully understand that Sam was teasing his English accent. He was laughing at the imagined image of Sam's draw dropping as he entered the Three Brooksticks. "For now though, I need to do an assessment of the building."

"How'd you plan to do that with the electrick out?" Ron asked, frowning.

"You'll see." Sam winked at him, shrugging what looked like a metal muggle hiking back over his shoulders. "Stand back."

Obediently, Ron and Wanda took a few steps back from Sam, both watching him intently, waiting for something exciting to happen. Seconds ticked by, making the apprehension seep out of Ron and turn to boredom...

Suddenly, Sam spouted wings. Like giant, metal hippogriff wings. Ron stared, flabbergasted as Sam took flight summersaulting in the air and landed neatly in front of them. Having seen this drill almost a thousand times, Wanda yawned.

"Did that look cool?" Sam asked as his wings folded back neatly into his rucksack. "It felt cool."

Ron's initial admiration had warn off, and he found himself rather unimpressed. According to his muggle studies courses, muggles had invented flying machines years ago and, although the technology was pretty good, it wasn't as mind blowing as the coffee machine. Growing up playing and watching quidditch made Sam's theatrics appear quite lame in comparison. Without thinking about the consequences, Ron snorted in a derogatory way.

"I've seen my kids perform better stunts... and they inherited their mum's quidditch skills." He mocked, nudging Wanda to see if she'd share the joke.

"What's quidditch?" Wanda asked slowly.

"Nothing." Ron said quickly, suddenly realising his blunder. "Absolutely nothing. That was.. quite something mate. Really... great... flying... Never seen anything like that before." He nodded repeatedly, as if trying to shake off the suspicious expressions Sam and Wanda were staring at him with. "Anyway, did you find out where the fire was?"

"I haven't found it yet..." Sam narrowed his eyes. "Wanda, keep an eye on our guest while I circle the building."

"What's the magic word?" Wanda asked, folding her arms across her chest. Ron's heart began beating so hard he wouldn't have been surprised if it had burst from his chest.

"Urgh please!" Sam rolled his eyes in Ron's direction, but Ron could only grimace back. "Please, can you keep an eye on Ron while I circle the building." "Of course I will." She smiled sweetly, as Sam shook his head incredulously before taking off to circle the building. "He has to learn that he is not my boss, and most certainly does not out rank me." Wanda explained to Ron.

"I get it, you're like a family." He said, raising his hands slightly in surrender. There was something in her tone that implied she'd kill him if he didn't agree... and Ron wasn't willing to take chances! "My mum drilled the value of manners into me from a young age, and she and my wife are always keen to remind me whenever I forget one." He sighed, staring at the building. "I hope my friends are ok." He hadn't intended to say those words, they just tumbled uncontrollably out of his mouth the moment he thought of his family and Hermione.

"Don't worry, we are the Avengers. We'll keep your friends safe." She risked a smile at him, before turning back to the building with bated breath. It was clear she was worrying about her friends too.

Hermione walked a few paces behind Captain Rogers in silence through the complex labyrinth that was the west wing of the Avengers compound to a room the size of a large bedroom, or a small living room. It contained a section of state of the art boxing equipment plus its own boxing ring. Hermione wasn't quite sure what they were doing there; was he going to attempt to beat the truth out of her? In one slick, practiced movement, Hermione dropped her wand from her sleeve so the tip caressed her hand. It was comforting.

When the captain turned, Hermione saw the same comforted expression on her face mirrored on his. This old fashioned boxing gym was the only place he was able to feel safe and happy, just like she felt safest curled up in her childhood room beside her mother, reading a book about magic while her mother read about dentistry. This small glimpse into his psyche made Hermione dare to smile kindly at him, while awkwardly stuffing her wand back up her sleeve.

"Hello."

"Hey." He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck trying to think of the best thing to say. "This place reminds me of home. Stark thinks I'm mad for wanting just one room in the compound without a computer."

"I understand." Hermione smiled. "Everyone needs a safe place... my office is mine." Her office with windows looking out on whatever scene she chose, normally it was the Forest of Dean or somewhere in Australia. Anywhere to make her feel closer to her parents. It also had a wall full of books; despite carrying (give or take) a hundred books with her constantly, she just liked looking at and smelling the books. It helped her think.

"Last time I felt truly safe it was the nineteen forties." He laughed. "The middle of a world war felt safer! Well, back then I knew who the bad guys were... they wore a uniform and shot at us. And now the enemy is everywhere, they could be anyone. Does that scare you?"

"I feel like there's at least a minute each day when I'm scared of one thing or another." Hermione admitted, thinking of her parents and her children. She was always scared her opposition would find a way to use her children against her. "For me, it's fear that keeps me fighting..." He gave her a funny look, and Hermione realised what she had just said. "Fighting to ensure large business protect their employees, and you are an employee of Stark industries." She added hastily, trying to cover her blunder.

"Course you're fighting from behind a desk." He teased. Her candour was helping him to relax around her. "I can't image you in a fist fight."

"On the contrary, I have an extremely powerful right hook." Hermione corrected him. "I just haven't had cause to use it for quite a while."

"I'm sensing there's a good story there, ma'am." He grinned.

"Well, if you do as I ask, there's no reason why you won't hear that story one day." She said, surprised at how flirtatious her voice had become. She was about to apologise profusely, when Captain Rogers looked into her eyes and smiled at her.

At his gaze, Hermione felt her heart begin to flutter. This was Steve Rogers. The Steve Rogers. Captain Bloody America. Her father would be so excited if he could be with her now. Not only was she talking to him, but she'd actually made him smile and laugh! She looked right at him with his tight white t-shirt that hugged his abs, and found herself actually blushing! She was a married woman with two children; she should not be blushing!

Before she could stutter her way out of the hole she'd dug herself into, the lights began to flicker and an alarm began to scream at her like out of tune heavy metal music. Hermione flicked her head around, staring in every possible direction in panic. This was part of the plan. She had to relax! It was killing her not knowing how her team were getting on; she wanted nothing more than to blast her way across the compound towards Harry, Ron and Pepper. However, she knew in her heart of hearts that she had to stick to the plan.

Using the alarms as a distraction, she reached into her handbag, which had an extendable charm on it, and pulled out something that resembled a twig. When twig stood up in her palm, and shook its little head to get it's branches standing up at the correct angle.

"Get the key card." She whispered to the little creature, who blinked blankly back at her. "The plastic covered parchment clipped to his belt." She clarified. With a nod and a squeak, the Bowtruckle leapt off her hand and sprinted towards Captain America.

"Hermione?" Steve called through the flickering light, grabbing hold her her arm. She wasn't sure whether the action was to comfort himself, or prevent her from escaping. She hoped it was the former. The way he pronounced her name, was the same way almost every single witch and wizard from the American ministry did; 'Hermy-own'. "You good?"

"Yes, yes, I'm quite alright, thank you." Hermione paused waiting for the light to flicker back on. Even at arms length; she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "I'm terribly sorry, but my name's pronounced Herm-i-o-nee."

"Gee, I'm real sorry Hermy... Hermione." He blushed and adorable shade of pink. "Listen, we gotta go back and help the others. It looks like the compound's on lockdown but my key card should override the security..." His hand still on her arm, he lead her to the door, reaching to his belt for the card. "Woah my card's missing!" He frowned, tapping his pockets frantically.

While he was distracted, Hermione swept up the Bowtruckle and stuffed the little creature into the depths of her bag. However, when she looked back, his eyes were trained accusingly on her.

"Please may I search your bag?" Although he technically asked her for permission, there was absolutely no indication in his voice that she could decline. Out of fear of blowing the plan, Hermione passed the handbag over. The handbag with the extendable charm. The handbag containing about a hundred books, several magical creatures that had been confiscated from Rolf plus her flying feather quill and a pot of ink.

She watched apprehensively as the world's first superhero reached into her bag an pulled out... a toothbrush and toothpaste, a set of keys, a guide book on New York and a coin purse with the words 'I love Sydney' scrawled upon it. He found nothing else in the bag. When he handed it back apologetically, Hermione smiled with relief; relief that her anti-muggle charms worked even for a super-muggle.

"I'm real sorry." He said, slumping down against the door frame. "I musta dropped it somewhere, but with the lights flickering there's no chance in hell I'll see it."

"Don't you have laser vision?" Hermione asked, purposely sounding foolish and flustered as she delicately perched next to him.

"You're getting me confused with superman." He chuckled. "I'm also not strong enough to get through that door; Tony made sure nothing could penetrate that metal, except my shield of course... which is in the armoury." That sat in silence for a few moments, before he spoke again. "I just remembered where I heard your name before; Hermy-own... sorry... Hermione was the daughter of King Menelaus of Sparta and Helen of Troy in the ancient Greek story... do you know it?"

"Of course." Hermione beamed, excited to finally have someone she could discuss muggle culture with. "Helen of Troy was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She left her husband for Prince Paris of Troy, an act that would end up causing a great war between the Greeks and the Trojans lasting ten years. The Trojans were eventually conquered by the Greeks when they woke up one morning and all the Greeks were gone. In their place was a giant wooden horse..."

"Spot on." Steve nodded. "The Trojans wheeled the horse through their gates and, at nightfall, Greeks snuck out of the horse and sacked Troy from within." Hermione saw a frown appear on his otherwise flawless, innocent face. "Kinda makes you think doesn't it?"

"What about?" Hermione asked as innocently as she could. Even so, she could feel her heart pounding heavily against her chest. From the look in his bright blue penetrating eyes, he could actually hear her heart.

"Who you can trust. For example, if we hadn't trusted Pepper and invited you three into our home, would the systems be acting up?"

"Captain Rogers, I am the CEO of a firm specialising in giving expert financial advice to large scale businesses. I am here as a favour to Ms Potts to ensure your lives aren't shattered when Stark Industries crashes, and most likely becomes bankrupt. I am not here to make the electrics go haywire and set off alarms." Hermione promised in such a way that she almost convinced herself. Steve still looked suspicious, but seemed to accept her story. "May I asked you an unrelated question?" Hermione asked, not pausing for long enough to allow the captain to either agree or disagree. "When did you get a chance to learn about the Greeks; fascinating though they are, I wouldn't have thought these stories would be on the school syllabus in the 1930s?"

"Well..." Steve said thoughtfully. "I guess I read a few stories during the war to try to find out a bit more about Hydra. It didn't help much though..."

Whatever he was about to say dissolved from his tongue, as the lights failed, plunging the pair into complete darkness. A few moments later, the sirens failed as well. If a pin dropped on the other side of the room, Hermione and Steve would have heard it. All they heard however, was their own breathing and a very faint hiss.

"What's that sound?" Hermione whispered.

"The air being sucked out the room." Steve muttered after a few moments silence. "Stark's damn fire safety regulations... it means we have about a half hour of air left." His voice sounded strained, as if he was speaking through clenched teeth. "There's no cell service in here either." Hermione felt a chill run through her body. This was it. Everything lay in the hands of Pepper and Harry Potter.

"Lumos." Harry whispered the moment the corridors turned pitch black. It was an instinctive reaction to the sudden darkness, Pepper knew, but all the same she cruelly snatched his wand out of his outstretched hand and snapped:

"Knox!" To her surprise, her brother's wand did as she requested. Breathing a sigh of relief, Pepper handed the wand back to her brother. "No more magic." She ordered, pulling her mobile out of her handbag and illuminating their path with the built in torch. It was a weaker light than that cast by their wands and flickered every so often as a result of the residual magic in the air. She could feel it whirring around them like a cloud of mosquitoes feasting upon wildebeest just after the first summer rains in Africa.

Within five minutes, the magical particles had slaughtered Pepper's phone's battery life from eighty percent to eighteen percent. At least she thought it was a result of the magic; it could have just been because the phone was an iPhone. In any case, she felt relieved when she and harry arrived at the second to last door they had to navigate through to reach the laboratory.

While the majority of files had been digitalised, Stark had erected a crude filing cabinet containing redacted paper copies of most of the files. Although this posed an issue for security, it was something Captain Rogers had requested as he detested reading off a screen. Although it was impossible for him to get headaches from staring at a computer for too long, he insisted that he did. While the others had mocked the world war two veteran, Pepper had supported him and eventually convinced Stark that the filing cabinet had its advantages. It was lucky she had.

At the end of the corridor, Pepper swiped Romanoff's key card and waited for a few seconds for the door to slide open. With the fire safety systems in place, it would take a minute or so for the corridor to fill with oxygen once more and for the door to slide open... Only a minute passed. Then two minutes passed. After five minutes, Pepper began to get concerned and swiped the card again. Still nothing happened.

"Oh God, no!" Pepper whispered, swiping it a third time. "The doors aren't working." As her stress levels began to overflow, Pepper chewed on her lip. It was a habit that had taken years and years of her life to break, and she hated how quickly she'd fallen back into old habits. "Rolf lent you a Bowtruckle right? For picking locks?"

"There's no lock for it to pick." Harry pulled the cloak off his head and squinted at the door. "It's all automatic... I don't even know if alohomora would work." He frowned, deep in thought. Pepper began to tap her bare foot frantically, thinking back to one of the first time she'd met Phil Coulson. He'd used a small explosive device to get through one of the doors at the old Stark Industries headquarters, but unfortunately they didn't have anything like that... except for their wands. Pepper and Harry came to the same conclusion at exactly the same time, but Harry was the one to say it aloud. "Bombarda would work. It was how Hermione and I freed Sirius in our third year."

"No more magic." Pepper repeated, more uncertainly.

As far as she could tell, there was no way forward without magic. However, they'd already messed up the lights, the doors and goodness knows what else. Anymore magic they could mess up the air filtration system. While Hermione and Ron would help Captain Rogers, Wilson and Maximoff, Romanoff had been knocked unconscious with the body-bind curse on her. She could die if the corridor decided to start sucking the air out of the room. Pepper couldn't let that happen.

But...

Even if they could somehow get the door open without magic, they'd need a bubble head charm to get through without air. They'd need to get into the electronically guarded safe that only opened to Stark and Captain Rogers' fingerprints and iris scanners. The'd need magic eventually. It was impossible to do without either magic or Tony Stark.

"We have to don't we?" She realised. "We have to use magic."

"Yes." Harry whispered. "But I promise you, we'll be back in time to save your friend." She stared into his bright green, sincere eyes. It was like the time he promised her that the Dursley's would never hurt her, even when she agreed to go to Hogwarts. Like the time he promised her he'd survive the tri-wizard tournament. Like the time he promised her he'd save her from Voldemort and the time he'd promised her he'd always be her big brother, and always be there to protect her. She felt tears in her pale blue eyes, and, without thinking, her hand touched the invisible cars on her right forearm. "Please trust me."

"I trust you." She whispered.

"Together then." He smiled. "Ready?"

Simultaneously, Pepper and the invisible Harry lifted their wand arms in preparation of the spell. At the last second, he smiled at her and she smiled straight back.

"Bombarda!" They yelled.

The door flew with a loud crash off its hinges and soured across the adjoining corridor, leaving huge gashes in the fragile walls. Pepper winced as a few of her expensive, carefully selected paintings toppled off the walls.

"Bubble head charm." Harry prompted her. Pepper nodded and, for the first time since she reentered the Wizarding world, her wand did exactly what she wanted it to do. "Well done, little sister." Harry grinned, grabbing her soft hand in his calloused fingers. Together, they ran down the corridor and, after another blast of magic, entered the laboratory.

Once inside the clinical white room, littered with expensive metal objects that was probably worth more than literally every piece of art that lined the corridors put together, Pepper walked straight to the safe and boldly pointed her wand at the lock. In the past she would have screamed and cowered at the explosions, but she'd seen too much to panic now.

"Bombar..." She began to say, but was interrupted by a soft, robotic, English voice.

"Ms. Potts." Screaming in shock, Pepper spun around. He hand flew to her chest as if to quell her racing heart. Harry, now free from the folds of the cloak, was pointing his wand directly at Vision's reddish coloured head floating through the floor like a ghost. "Forgive my brazenness, but I'm afraid you do not have clearance to be in this room. Also, with the oxygen percentage in this room, it's physically impossible for you, and your formally invisible friend to still be conscious in here. Now I have a few questions, and I'd appreciate it if you'd give me truthful answers. I'll know if you lie." He said, pointing to the gem stone in his forehead. "With this, I can read your body language when you respond to my questions, like a polygraph, only eight hundred and thirty six times more accurate. Now, I'd like to start by asking who your friend is."

"This is Harry Potter." Pepper admitted, looking sideways at Harry who was still clutching his wand. "He's my big brother."

"That's a lie." Vision said. A blast of yellow light erupted from the stone in his head, burning a hole in the white laminate flooring of the laboratory inches from Pepper's toes. She let out a little shriek, leaping backwards. The shock caused her fingers to loosen around her wand, and it clattered to the floor, causing red sparks to shower across the room. She didn't dare move to pick it up. "I will give you one more chance to tell me the whole truth."

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! I split this chapter into three sections, one for each Ron, Sam and Wanda, Hermione and Steve and Pepper, Harry and Vision so we know how each of the characters is dealing with the black out.

Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter I've been tinkering with this chapter for so long, and just decided to post it how it was! I'm a little curious to hear whether anyone can guess why Vision thinks Pepper's lying when he's asking who Harry is...

There's a few references to Hermione's parents - like the coin purse saying 'I love Sydney' would be from her parents, since they moved to Australia in the seventh book after Hermione modified their memories. I like to think she met up with them after the war and began to build up a relationship with them again. I don't know if it would be possible for her to give them their memories back - the staff at St Mungos weren't able to do that for Gilderoy Lockhart - do any of you have any idea if this is possible? I heard a report a while ago saying that lots of people reading the books were pronouncing Hermione's name Hermy-own, which caused JK Rowling to add in the fourth book Hermione explaining to Krum how to say her name which was kinda for the reader as well... It's with this in mind that I've explained how to say her name in this.