Hey everybody! So...I wound up taking a hiatus for a little over a year...sorry! I didn't expect that to happen (as the several of you who took the time to shoot me a PM asking about the lack of a new chapter can attest, given how frequently I promised a new chapter would come out 'soon'). My life...things went bad. I won't bore or bother you with details just...it got bad. Really, really bad. So I wasn't able to write any new chapters, even though I kept trying to write one. I can't promise you that I'll do a chapter every week from here on out, but I can promise that I won't take another year between chapters. And I would really like to thank everybody who favorited/followed this story during that year.

Alright, so first things first, I want to acknowledge something that I really should have acknowledged previously-this story is inspired by Child of the Storm by Nimbus Llewelyn. It's a good series of stories, check it out if you want a different take on Harry as Thor's kid.

On a different subject, a ton of stuff has happened since the last chapter. First and most relevant-Disney went and bought Fox! So, uhm, in light of that...the X-Men are getting put in this story now. We'll start small, only one mutant for the current arc (she's appearing in this chapter actually), but more will be coming. And now my decision to include Johnny Storm back in chapter 4 is justified! Whoo! He'll be played by Sam Claflin by the way, in case any of you were curious. And I totally meant to have that be the fan cast the whole time! I totally didn't intend to have him be Michael B. Jordan, then screwed up and wrote Johnny as having blonde hair and blue eyes! The fantastic Mr. Jordan being in Black Panther totally didn't save my bacon, and I certainly don't have to stand for such unfounded allegations!

Marvel released 4 new entries to the MCU, that's neat. Oddly enough, the only one that will have any real impact on this story is my least favorite one, Thor: Ragnarok. I mean, Black Panther will definitely shape how I write Wakanda once they start getting involved because it was awesome and their version of M'Baku is great, and Infinity War will shape how I write Thanos and the color of the Infinity Stones, but it'll be a long time before we get to the point in the story where those things start happening. Ant-Man and the Wasp was actually a really enjoyable movie, but I'm not certain how to incorporate those characters yet, so nothing much changed on that front. And I'm not going to be adapting the plots for any of these movies, we'll be well off the rails by then. I'm likewise quite off the rails for Captain Marvel apparently and without the excuse of butterfly effect given that my story starts after the first Captain Marvel movie is set to take place, but screw it. I have my own plans for the good Captain and I'm sticking to them.

On the DC front...well, not much has changed. Diana and the Squad are the only DCEU characters who are definitely getting in. Other DC characters will be getting in, but not necessarily in their DCEU versions. Or even other existent versions. Still no idea who will be playing Clark, especially with Henry Cavill out just as he was getting good. Depending on how Aquaman goes I'll be able to tell you what version Arthur will be at the very least.

Well, that's everything I can think of that needs to be said before we get to the actual story. Thank you again for the story, and please forgive me for the long hiatus!

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Thor was walking out of the room in which he'd met with Dumbledore when Natasha came up next to him. "We need to talk." She said softly, holding up a thin, shabby old black book with no words on the cover or spine. Thor frowned in confusion and curiosity.

"Where did you get that?" He asked slowly. He didn't think she'd had any wizarding money, so she hadn't bought the book at Flourish and Blotts.

"The blonde man with the cane put this in the Weasley girl's cauldron." Natasha told him flatly. "Well, a book she was keeping in the cauldron." She corrected with a shrug. "Clint and I saw him do it, and he grabbed it, but he's keeping an eye on Harry so I brought it up." She held up the book with a frown on her face. "I don't know much about magic, or that man, but something about this book feels…off. Wrong." Thor frowned. Natasha's instincts were usually correct, and Lucius Malfoy was not a good person. He took the book from her and his eyes immediately narrowed as his skin made contact with the old leather. Natasha was right, the book felt wrong. He quickly put in one of his pockets.

"Thank you for bringing this to me." Natasha cocked an eyebrow.

"What is it?" Thor shook his head.

"I don't know." He admitted. "After we return to the Tower, once Harry is settled, I shall make a visit to Asgard. My mother will know." It was a safe bet. Frigga knew most magics of the Nine Realms. Natasha nodded and headed back downstairs, Thor frowning in consternation as he felt small waves of darkness from the book, attempting to slither into his brain. He doubt he'd even notice were he mortal, it was subtle and quiet, but it was there. He turned and followed after Natasha, wanting to get back to his son and Jane. He'd just have to make sure that neither got a hold of the book.

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Avengers' Tower

Ahmanet was sitting on a couch in the theater room, staring at a 'documentary' on Ancient Egypt in consternation. It was remarkably exasperating, watching people make statements about aspects of her home that she didn't recognize. She wasn't sure if it was just that so much had changed to her kingdom after she was sealed away or if enough information had been lost to cause this recontextualizing or if this was just bad scholarship, but she was severely tempted to reveal herself to the world and set the record straight. Thor had, after all, so the odds of her being immediately dismissed as a hoax seemed slim.

It was at that moment, lying on the couch, yelling corrections at the television, with her hand in a bag of potato chips, that Lorraine walked into the room. She took one look at the immortal princess, then shook her head. "JARVIS, television off, lights on." The agent ordered, walking briskly down the aisle to where Ahmanet was lounging.

"Why did you do that?" Ahmanet asked with a frown, twisting on the couch without fully sitting up. Lorraine arched an eyebrow.

"This isn't helpful or productive." The agent said flatly. "The fact that you can no longer claim your throne is not an excuse to become a couch potato." Ahmanet blinked in confusion at the expression for a moment before remembering what it meant.

"What would you have me do?" She demanded with a frustrated frown.

"You need to socialize more." Lorraine said bluntly. "The people who live in this tower aren't enough to acclimate you to modern society. You need to be with people closer to your physical age, and common people in general." Ahmanet just blinked, cocking her head to the side.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I've enrolled you in high school." The immortal princess' double irises widened and she sat up straight on the couch. "Midtown School of Science and Technology to be precise."

"That seems like a remarkably bad idea." Ahmanet replied slowly. "Are you even empowered to make that decision?"

"My superiors agreed with my proposal before I set about enrolling you." Lorraine shot back smoothly. "This will get you out of the tower, out among people, socializing and acclimating to your new environment." Ahmanet huffed and narrowed her eyes.

"You're not allowing me to get out of this, are you?" She asked slowly. Lorraine smirked and shook her head.

"You need this."

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At the Leaky Cauldron

Thor smiled down at his son. "It's time to go Harry." He said gently, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry looked at him, face falling slightly, but nodded reluctantly.

"See you guys on the train then." The young boy said, standing up once his father removed his hand.

"Definitely." Ron said firmly. "I'd say I'd write you but...I don't think Errol could make it across the Atlantic." He shrugged sheepishly, his face tinged with pink like it did when he was forced to acknowledge a negative consequence of his family not having much money.

"Don't worry about it, it's only two weeks." Harry told him. "It'll give us more to talk about on the train." Hermione frowned thoughtfully.

"Do you have an email address Harry?" She asked. Harry blinked.

"No, I guess not. But I can probably make one." He said, looking up at his dad, who shrugged.

"I see no reason why not. Perhaps we can get Tony to work on a computer that will resist magic, he'll take it as a worthy challenge." Harry nodded. From what he'd seen of Tony, that felt likely. Hermione nodded firmly and pulled a notebook out of her pocket, along with a pen. She quickly scrawled out her email address and tore out the sheet of paper, handing it to Harry.

"Here. When you get your email set up, send me a message." She told him before looking at Ron. "And Ron, if there's anything you want to tell Harry and not wait for the train ride, send me the owl and I'll get it to Harry." Ron blinked in surprise, and a small amount of confusion as to what precisely was happening, then nodded.

"Okay, sure." He said, deciding to just go along with it and assume that Hermione knew what she was talking about. It was a course of action that had served him well last year, after the whole troll incident.

As they left the Leaky Cauldron, Thor looked at his son. "Did you have a good time son?" Harry nodded firmly.

"It was good to see Ron and Hermione again. And the rest of the Weasleys too. Especially after I didn't get any letters this summer, I was worried they'd forgotten about me." He frowned slightly at that. That still bothered him. Both Ron and Hermione swore up and down that they had both sent lots of letters, and that they had started to get worried about the lack of response from Harry. Ron and the Twins had apparently even stolen their family's flying car (Harry couldn't believe that Ron hadn't mentioned that his family had a flying car once last year, even Hermione didn't know wizards had flying cars. Apparently Mr Weasley had made it. He'd have to ask his dad to tell Tony about it, see if he'd invented something like that already). They'd wanted to go and get Harry, bring him to the Weasley home, but the storm his father had put around the Dursley house as punishment for the way they'd treated him had kept them away.

"Why isn't anyone asking if I had fun?" Tony complained, a large bag slung over one shoulder, filled with his purchases from the apothecary. He'd tried to get Steve to carry it for him, but had been rejected.

"I'd say it's because you're not the kid here, but…" Clint snarked with a smirk and a shrug. Tony huffed and turned up his nose, feigning injured dignity. As they reached the secluded spot where they'd landed the Quinjet, the repurposed parking structure attached to Stark Industries' London Office, Thor paused, considering. The book Natasha had given him, the one Lucius Malfoy had been attempting to sneak into Hogwarts for reasons unknown, weighed heavily in his pocket. He knelt down so that he was eye level with Harry.

"Harry, I have business on Asgard." He said gently. "Do you feel comfortable returning home without me, or would you rather I wait until after we return to the Tower?" Harry paused, looking at his father, and then at the others, pensively. Eventually he nodded. The Avengers and Jane had been nothing but kind to him after all, and it was only an hour. He'd have to get used to not being with his father for much longer once school started anyway.

"I can ride with them." He said finally before pausing. "Just...come back soon, okay?" Thor smiled and gave Harry a soft pat on the shoulder.

"I promise you I will return shortly. I simply need to have an artifact looked at."

"We'll take good care of him big guy." Clint assured Thor as Jane herded Harry onto the Quinjet.

"Thank you my friend. Hopefully I will have news when I return."

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The Royal Palace of Asgard

Thor followed behind his mother, a frown on his face as she strode calmly through the halls of the palace. "Mother, where are we..." He began, confused. Frigga hadn't spoken since he'd handed her the dark book. She'd stared at the item for a moment, a hard look on her face, then turned abruptly and walked deeper into the palace. At first Thor had been at a loss as to their destination, but now he suspected where they were going and he was even more confused because why would they be going there? Frigga waved a hand, utterly unconcerned, as they entered the dungeons, before coming to a stop at the first and largest cell.

Loki, youngest Prince of Asgard, looked up from the book he was currently reading, an eyebrow arched at his mother and brother. "Well well." He drawled, setting down the book and casually walking up to the front of his cell. "I did not expect this." Loki looked at Frigga, then focused on Thor. "It's been what, a full year without a single visit?" He asked with smirk. "And now here you are. What could be so pressing?"

"Don't look to me for answers brother." Thor said shortly, giving Frigga a side eyed look. "It was not my decision to come here." A flash of...something, went across Loki's face as he processed this.

"I see." He looked back at their mother. "And why would you come here physically mother?" Frigga held up the book.

"Thor brought this from Midgard. A human artifact one of his compatriots discovered. I wished to receive your opinion on its nature." Loki's eyebrows raised. A new book? One that had caught the attention of the most powerful sorceress in Asgard? That was an intriguing prospect. He stepped away from the walls of his cell.

"By all means." To his surprise, the whole wall dissolved, not merely a piece big enough for the book. To his further surprise, Frigga did not set the book down or slide it along the floor, or anything of the sort. She tossed it at him, a light underhand throw.

Thor watched Loki's reactions intently. It was rare to see his brother at a loss, as he most certainly was when their mother decided to literally throw the book at her youngest. But as the book sailed towards him, Loki's face shifted, a look of disgust growing as it got closer. The dark haired young god took a careful sidestep, dodging it with a look of pure revulsion, as if Frigga had lobbed the festering, maggot ridden corpse of a rat at him rather than a book. For him to react so strongly as he had, the book was more than Thor's limited skill had been able to detect.

"Why would you bring that...abomination in here?" Loki demanded, pacing his cell in a huff, but carefully avoiding the 'abomination' as he did so.

"I wished to see how you'd react." Frigga told him frankly. "To gauge where you stand my son." Thor looked from one to the other in bewilderment. He had no idea what was happening at the moment. "Take pity on your brother," Frigga continued, a slight smile on her face as she detected Thor's confusion. "And tell us what you think it is." Loki shot her an exasperated look.

"That is a human horcrux." Loki spat, jabbing a finger at the tome in question. "A vile piece of magic." He turned and looked directly at Thor. "A human ripped off a piece of their soul and placed it in a magical object like the book in order to prolong their life on the mortal coil." Thor blinked rapidly as he processed this information. That book had a soul inside of it. Suddenly he recalled how he'd gotten a hold of it. That Natasha and Clint had caught Lucius attempting to smuggle it into Hogwarts.

"Is it actively dangerous?" He asked sharply. Frigga grimaced.

"It shouldn't be. A horcrux is difficult to create. They are generally incredibly durable, but that's all."

"Not everything is as it should be." Loki warned, nudging the book with his toe. "I sense sentience, and an urge to find new form. Compulsion spells to make a being pick it up and write in it, to pour out their soul. I would say the goal is for the shard of soul in the book to gain a new body and leave the book behind. This isn't a vault, it's a weapon." Frigga paused, then raised her left hand, making a beckoning gesture with her hand. The horcrux flew to her hand, the wall of the cell reforming as it did so. Thor was suddenly struck with the realization that Loki hadn't made a single move to attempt escape. He wondered if that had been another test on their mother's part or if Loki simply hadn't felt the odds were in his favor. His brother had already proved less far gone than he'd thought, given his unadulterated disgust with the horcrux. "Where did you find such a thing?" Loki demanded.

"Your brother brought it to me." Frigga said absently. Her attention was focused on the book, turning it over in her hands and staring at it intently.

"A mortal was attempting to smuggle it into my son's school. He hid it in a child's belongings." Another look, an expression of something Thor couldn't determine, flashed across Loki's face.

"Your son?" Loki asked, his voice softer than usual. Thor nodded solemnly.

"His name is Harry. He's twelve years old. A wizard." Loki snorted as he put the pieces together and deduced who the mother was.

"I did warn you that blightweed was not infallible." He said teasingly, a smirk on his face. Thor chuckled and shook his head.

"You did." He admitted. Their eyes met, and for a moment their old bond was visible to any observers. That moment did not last, both quickly looking away. "Did you find something else Mother?" Thor asked quickly in attempt to move on.

"Merely a few defensive spells. The book is virtually impervious to all forms of physical damage and most mortal spells." Thor blinked. That implied that the book would make ideal armor for his son, Jane, and the others if they could replicate those defenses. It would look ridiculous, but from the sounds of things it would be worth it. "But only mortal spells." Frigga continued, sounding a little smug. She placed a hand on the cover and then, without chanting or an artifact for aid, ripped, pulling her hand from the book and clenching a struggling black mass in it. She let the book fall to the ground, focusing her attention on the mass. There was a moment of silence as Frigga contemplated the thing, before her hand burst into hellfire, black fire consuming the thing without leaving even a mark on Frigga. She nodded firmly. "It is done. This book is now merely a book. And the horcrux is destroyed. Unfortunately my skill with soul magics is not enough to identify who ripped their soul apart to create it in the first place. It has been some time since I did a careful visit to the mortal wizarding groups, but traditionally horcruxes have been difficult things to create, and even more difficult to learn of. Most consider it too vile to speak of." Thor scowled. Lucius Malfoy had tried to smuggle an object like that into his son's school? Then he paused. Lucius Malfoy had tried to smuggle an object like that into his own son's school. That didn't add up. Apart from basic parental instincts, Lucius was as obsessed with blood as the old mortal kings, and would be unlikely to send such an item to the same location as his only heir unless he had reason to believe the boy wouldn't come to harm.

It would appear that he needed to have a talk with Lucius Malfoy. How to go about doing so would be a problem though. Judging by the way Lucius had been dressed and the way he and his son had behaved, the Malfoy family was still wealthy and, at the very least, not pariahs. That meant that the Ministry of Magic would be unhappy if he arrived at Lucius' home in a crack of thunder and forced the truth out of the man. And while he himself would not be bothered by that, it could cause problems for his son, and he'd rather avoid that. Harry seemed rather enamored with Hogwarts, it having been the first place he felt safe and happy, and while Thor hoped to provide him with many such places in the future, losing his first would still hurt him.

In a perfect world Thor would send Loki to do the task. But that was sadly not an option. The past few minutes had given him hope that it would become an option sooner than he'd expected, but for now it still remained off the table. His friends, Sif and the Warriors Three, would cause the same difficulties as he would. Heimdall was subtle, but could not leave his post. Clint and Natasha would undoubtedly be able to ambus Lucius and interrogate him, but odds were that Malfoy Manor would have ways to avoid Muggle detection like the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley. Possibly traps they wouldn't be able to see either, much like how Muggles couldn't see Dementors.

Thor frowned. This...was not a good situation. He'd have to think about this.

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Midtown School of Science and Technology

Ahmanet blinked as she wandered around the grounds of her new school. Apparently Lorraine (or perhaps some underling, the princess wasn't entirely sure how Lorraine spent her days) had worked out a full schedule for her already. Right now she was walking through the halls after the final class had let out, staring at a map and a schedule and trying to work out a proper route for when she was supposed to start class in three days. Apparently it was a Friday, which meant that the next two days would be free of school. Normally she'd be supervised by a staff worker or another student, but Lorraine had pulled some strings to allow her to do this more or less on her own. 'More or less' because someone was clearly following her. She wasn't sure who, it was more of a sense than any sighting, nor was she sure why. She was currently wearing a baggy white sweater and a lot of special SHIELD makeup, so her tattoos were concealed. She was likewise wearing very large sunglasses that ensured her eyes were hidden, meaning that she should look like any other young woman her physical age. More to the point, she never saw the same person in the mostly empty hallways twice, further confusing the issue. All the evidence showed that she probably wasn't being followed, that there was no reason for anyone to be following her, but her instincts spoke otherwise.

She continued through the school, eventually stopping in an outdoor courtyard of sorts that was dotted with tables, an extension of the 'cafeteria' (she wasn't familiar with that particular word, she'd have to ask Harry. He never made her feel foolish for not grasping the modern world). As she looked around, attempting to get her bearings and plotting out the best course based on how long it had taken her to arrive at this point after entering, a young woman roughly her physical age walked over to her. The stranger was tall. Taller than her at the very least, though not quite so tall as Lorraine. She walked with the grace and air of nobility, pale and clad in a white shirt and white slacks, her hair long, straight, and golden. Ahmanet blinked as the girl stopped directly in front of her.

"Hello. I'm Emma Frost. Welcome to Midtown School of Science and Technology."

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And that is where I leave you my friends! With the introduction of new characters, two of whom would probably get along way too well and thus should never meet! Ahmanet is about to be dragged into her own clique of young heroes, so that should be interesting. Oh, and if you were wondering, the casting for Emma Frost in this story is Elizabeth Gillies. I thank you once again for your patience and apologize once more for the unexpected hiatus! Please read, review, and comment!