Me- {I don't own Harry Potter plot or characters nor do I own The Avengers plot or Characters }

Holly- Lexie Black is just playing in the sandbox with them.

Me- I do, however, own this plot and my own original characters. I do not own the Potter name.

Chapter Two

Holly

"Alright, Miss'.Potters' these two fine goblins are my mates Nadlock and will assist you in removing the blocks and spells as well as any potions that may be in your system," Griphook informed my sister and I once we had reached a medical area.

"I will leave them to it, once they are finished and you have healed from the ordeal we can talk about your inheritance, properties you may own as well as how many vaults you both have, family heirlooms and money that you have as well as any assets you may have, Also, we will go over all of the suspicious withdrawals that have been happening since you were one and a half," Griphook told us before he left us with his wife and their mate.

Nadlock and Cress led us each to a stone bed; and they instructed us to lie down on the stone beds and relax as much as possible as they did medical scans on us to see everything that was wrong with us and placed on us. They ran their scans and found out that we had many potions influencing us as well as many spells we also had a blood glamour on for what I didn't know.

The two med goblins were furious when the scans came back. We were also malnourished, had stunted growth, we had weak bones that had been badly healed, and so many scars and internal injuries that we couldn't count, also someone had poisoned us, as well as the blocks and glamours that had been placed on us.

"Okay I will not sugarcoat this, the process will hurt and you'll probably pass out from the pain as we fix you up and in all honesty, I'd rather you pass out during all this. I would wish none of this on even my worst enemy. Now I'd like both of you to disrobe because we are going to have to place various runes all over your bodies. Now after we are done you will feel stronger and healthier and lighter. You may even look different." Nadlock told us after all the tests had been run and the results had been given and read.

We did what the two med goblins had told us to do laying back down on our stone beds after we were done disrobing. The Goblins drew various runes all over our bodies after that a handful of med goblins came and joined the original two med goblins that we met.

The goblins started the ritual, and I bit my lip, holding in my pained whimpers and screams in and closing my eyes trying to stop the tears that wanted to fall. They had warned us that we would experience horrible pain during the removal of the blocks, potions, and spells.

As the pain got worse, the whimpers escaped slightly as well as the tears I was trying to hold back. I reached out and latched onto my sister's hand, entwining our fingers because I felt like it was what I needed to do. Soon after I gave in to the bliss of unconsciousness.

Little sissy how do you think we will look and act once all this shit is removed from us. Why do you think the headmaster put all this crap on us? I mean potions to be loyal keyed to Ginny, Rani, Molly, Ron and himself. Potions to loathe Professor Snape, Tom Riddle (Voldemort) the Mafloys, and anything Slytherin. A potion to be embarrassed about our home life. Oh and the potion that has started to slowly kill us.

Big sissy, I don't know how we will be or look but I feel deep down in my heart we will heal from this ordeal. I feel that we will be even stronger together even if we may be strong when not together. We will be at our combined best when we are close or touching. My dear sister you forgot the various glamours including the blood glamour.

Oh yes how could I forget about those. What is that blood glamour hiding anyway. It makes me so curious about what could possibly be hiding under that.

What of the blocked bounds do you think Tom may have been one of them. We have felt so empty since his defeat. What about the twins, Drake and Luna do you think they may be some of our mates as well; I mean we have always felt a sense of rightness towards them. A sense of belonging when we are with them.

I think that the five of them may be some of our mates but I think we may have more than that. I feel like our magic will be super strong once this is over and I feel that we will have at most thirteen mates

The man was on a personal mission that he had been on and off since he had woken up that fateful day about seventeen years ago with a chunk of his memories just gone leaving blank space where the memories had once been. It was twenty-five years that he was missing. He was looking for answers and Chuck couldn't give them.

He felt as if he was missing a huge part of his life, and it wasn't just the years. It was as if those years were very important, He may have been the wolverine but that's really all he remembered at that time, the mission he had been on and the wizard Dumbl-something or some other, he had cast a spell on him but he didn't know what that spell had done. He felt that it had a relation to the lost memories he had been experiencing. He felt like important people were missing in his life, maybe family, maybe friends he really didn't know for sure all he knew was it was someone who was important in his life.

He wanted those memories back, he had a gut feeling that he was missing some very important people, he felt it down to his bones and in his soul.

Logan found himself in Great Britain once again, London to be exact, he had been coming back here at least twice a month throughout the years since he had woken in search of answers, he felt that the answers were somewhere around here somewhere close.

This time he was walking through a small park during this walk he saw a big whale of a man about to hit a thin tall women over some argument or fight and being who he had become he went to help her, he may not have gone out of his way to save people but he also didn't let people suffer in front of him when he looked at the woman and had a sense of familiarity as if he had met her before.

A memory was trying to come back, as he looked at her the memories were fighting to come back so hard he felt a huge headache coming on.

The lady shot a spell at the man to make him forget her and her son and her daughters as well as her nieces, she was tired of him beating her nieces and once they had left and gone into hiding, he took his rage out on her and her daughters.

She was worried about her son being the next victim and she was also worried that her son would gain illness with the way he was always eating so much extra food and sweets. She was also worried about what he would do next to her daughters and herself.

Though Logan didn't know what she had done, he just saw a bright pastel purple light shoot from her hand at the man gained a glazed look in his eyes and he left the woman heading to god knows where that really didn't concern him.

He really wasn't concerned about where the serious fat man who resembled a whale was headed; he was headed away from the women, which was the only thing that concerned him. Logan didn't think it was right for a man to hit a woman. The name Petunia came to mind, Petunia Jen Evens was; that her name; it was the name that popped up.

He felt like she was family somehow he didn't know how he just had a nagging feeling. All of a sudden a flash of a girl with red hair and emerald eyes popped into his mind and then the girl turned into a beautiful woman. This redhead was important to him somehow but he didn't know why she was important. The name Lily Jay Evans was running in his mind; it felt like these flashes were crawling in through a deep dark pit and sludge.

It was as if he shouldn't remember the names. As if he shouldn't know the beautiful redheaded lady. This redhead felt important though she felt like more than family; like someone even closer then family.

He started to walk towards the brown haired women then paused to think about his options. He could walk over to her and introduce himself and see if she could help him. He could just turn around and walk away never knowing why these flashes of memories were happening.