A/N:

(You don't need to read it if you don't want to, please don't close the page because I'm rambling.)

Hi! Welcome to you people who have somehow found their way here.

My name's Marie, I'm sixteen and aproximately fifteen minutes ago the urge to write something came over me and here I am. It's my first real story and I'm really hoping I will pull through with it.

English's not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. You can also correct me in the comments if you want, I will gladly receive any feedback.

So the story idea I just made up and if any plots seem familiar to you, that's because I made it up just putting some ideas from other stories together that were buried deep in my mind. I can't really give any credit because I only remember them vaguely, but I think we can agree that that's really the basic concept how stories are created.

I neither own the rights of the Harry Potter, nor the Marvel Universe, so yeah. I don't really know how this works, I just wanted to put it in here.

So now...happy reading I guess!


-Prologue-

A bright purple light blinded Harry as the unknown spell missed his face by only a couple of inches. He stumbled back.

The Department Of Mysteries was filled with battle sounds and colourful light beams flying around in every direction. It was pure chaos.

Harry's head felt empty as he dazedly dodged curses and sent disarming spells back at any masked figure he could spot.

He couldn't even tell how much time had passed when his bushy-haired friend caught his eye about twenty feet away from him. She was looking in his eyes and her wand was pointed at him. Before he could react, multiple things happened at once. He saw Hermione's lips mumbling an incantation, her wand moving in a complicated pattern and then the bright, green beam entered his vision, heading for Hermione.

He tried to move, to warn her, but suddenly the scenery vanished. The lights, his friends, the Order, the Death Eaters, the ministry. All that was replaced with white and blue, as he felt the familiar, uncomfortable sensation of wizarding travel. He was falling and eventually it all turned black as he drifted into unconciousness.