Hermione seemed distraught with the magical news. She was unaware of what it truly meant, but Ron at least knew what Strange was trying to tell her. He wouldn't be able to teach her magic. He commented some time back he had sorcerer and some other, was it Druid magic? And with the little spell thing that just happened, Hermione was a witch, well clearly, and used Voodoo magic.

Ron wasn't sure exactly what that would entail for Hermione, but she seemed rather disappointed and forlorn.

"Ya know, we can still work on our Hogwarts schooling together Mione. You're really good at it."

"Ron, you just don't get it," she huffed as she quickly made her way out of the car and into the elevator, no doubt to head to her and Bruce's floor. Ron hoped she would mention something to Bruce. He didn't like it when people were moody. And he had little doubt that Hermione was going to be moody until she could learn something. She was rather eager to learn.

Well, he somewhat understood. He may not have liked school work, but after living a life of science, secrets and espionage so close and yet so far from his life, magic was something new and exotic that his dad nor his aunts or uncles could learn. Hermione just was more eager to learn.

"She'll be fine Ron. She just needs some time."

"Okay."

"In the mean time, I have a little surprise for you."

"Eh? A surprise? What is it?" Ron asked eagerly. Clint's lips peeled back to an impish grin.

"Now what kind of surprise would it be if I told you?"

"Dad," he whined. Clint chuckled as he began to drive. "Not in the tower surprise?"

"Let's just say Tony really shouldn't know about it."

"Is it home stuff?"

"Kind of. Trust me Ron, it's going to be well worth it."

"Don't worry dad. I'll always trust you."

Harry Potter sat in his room in Surrey in utmost quiet, attempting to do his school work while the Dursleys were asleeep. Well, at least Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. Since he got back from Hogwarts, he noticed Dudley staying up later. He kept as quiet as could be to avoid getting caught by the youngest Dursley. He hadn't been playing on his computer or watching the Telly as far as he could tell. While being awake he had been oddly quiet.

He was never quiet. Even in his sleep he was a heavy breather and occasional snorer.

Was it because Harry had begun to learn magic and he was afraid of him? His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had already made their fear and objection of magic well known. But did Dudley fear him for having it?

Harry didn't know if he necessarily liked the feeling or not. It was almost like a fact of life. The sky was blue, the grass is green, magic is real, and Dudley didn't like Harry. Well, so long as it kept him out of trouble, Harry could live with it.

"So what's the surprise?" Ron whined as Clint's hands covered his eyes and began leading him into the building they had pulled up to. It was a large and easily ignorable and mundane warehouse like every other mundane warehouse he had ever seen. But his dad was anything but mundane.

"You'll see," Clint chuckled, opening the door and bringing Ron inside. Warm hands left his face and Clint stage whispered, "Open."

Ron opened his eyes slowly, preparing for however bright the warehouse was. He nearly jumped out of his skin in delight seeing two familiar and well missed individuals.

"Auntuncle FitzSimmons!" He called out running towards them at full speed. He wrapped his thin and wiry arms around the two in as tight a hug as he could manage. He felt them both put a hand on his back returning the hug and a hand patted his head. He assumed it was his Uncle Fitz. He was almost always the most awkward of the brilliant pair.

"Aw, we missed you too Ron."

"Wasn't the same without you magically messing with our experiments."

Ron stifled a giggle as happy tears welled in his eyes.

"That was one time."

"Pretty memorable though. I think I still have those socks..."

"Fitz!"

"What? It was a breakthrough wasn't it?"

"Unbelievable."

Ron pulled his arms off the pair and they let go as well. A large smile was plastered on Ron's face as Clint watched. He got along fine with the odd science duo, but they were family to Ron. And by this point, more like awkward cousins if anything to Clint. Strange what having a kid will do with your work relations.

"I missed you so much."

"We did too Ron. You'll have to tell us everything you've been up to."

"And you guys?"

"Classified Ron. You just don't have high enough clearance for those shenanigans."

"Aw..."

"Trust me Ron," Clint interjected, "There are some things you just don't want to know."

"Is Uncle Phil all right at least?"

"Yeah. He is. And he's sorry he couldn't make it. He's a bit busy at the moment."

"Okay. So I now go to a school in England..."

Hermione had been pacing back and forth attempting to organize just what she wanted to articulate to Bruce. He wasn't her parents, and despite being under his legal care for a year, she had spent more time with the teachers at Hogwarts than she had with him. And while her mind had been focused on learning as much magic as she could, she didn't know if her guardian would agree. She knew he at least approved or allowed her to go to Hogwarts. Was that because it was in a familiar country or was it because he very much approved of her learning?

It almost seemed easier to ask Mr. Stark. But it wasn't his permission she needed.

With that in mind, she knocked on his bedroom door and waited. She didn't hear anything and wondered just where Bruce was. Or if he were taking a nap. She huffed in irritation. What to do?

"Might I assist you Miss Granger?" A disembodied British voice inquired making Hermione jump. She looked around for a moment before recalling Mr. Stark's AI built into the tower.

"Oh um uh, yes. I was wondering if you knew where Bruce would be?"

"He is currently in his lab."

"Thank you," Hermione responded meekly. How was she supposed to interact with a computer? Heck, before Hogwarts she barely knew how to interact with her peers!

"It is not a problem Miss Granger."

With fierceness of a young lion, she made her way towards the entrance of Bruce's lab. Nothing gained by standing by. Perhaps not the lesson she was supposed to learn at Hogwarts, but it was how they got to the Stone...

In little time, she made it to Bruce's lab hearing rather faintly, classical music With a tentative knock, she waited for her guardian to appear. The music was silenced and the door opened revealing her exhausted guardian.

"Hello Hermione. Is there something I can help you with?" He began, "More potions?"

"Not now. I was just wondering if I could get a teacher. For my magic that is."

"Are you having trouble? You seemed to be doing really well."

"It's not that. It's just, Ron's teacher said he couldn't teach me because I had a different type of magic. I want to learn more about it," she explained passionately. Bruce blinked and let out a tired sigh. Hermione tensed fearing he would say no.

"Let's go talk to Tony."

"Excuse me what?"

"Tony has been curious about your abilities and he's been pulling all the information he can about it. No doubt he has an in or an idea on how to find you a mentor for-"

"Voodoo."

"What? Like the religion?"

"It's possible. They never mentioned it at Hogwarts."

Ginny loved having her brothers home with her from Hogwarts. It was refreshing to have Fred and George pulling pranks on Percy and making entertaining mischief. It made everything right in the world. Just like it had felt a year ago. The only thing that ruined this sense of normalcy and calm...

"Want to put anything in the letter Gin? We're about to send it!"

Letters to Ron. It was hardly fair. They never sent her letters when they were at Hogwarts. And now they were sending someone they hadn't even really known a year letters? Sure he was their missing brother but it wasn't fair. She doubted he even wanted the letters. He had been thrilled to be back with Mr. Barton, what made them think that he would want anything to do with them? And what was wrong with leaving well enough alone? They were happy without him. Worried, but happy. And he seemed plenty happy without them.

She would deny it kind of hurt. Whether it was from not receiving letters or Ron's happiness without them, she didn't know.

She just wanted to ignore it.

"I don't right now," she replied a bit hotly.

"Alright then Gin."

That night, gathering for dinner was a bit of an event. Ron was deliriously happy, having spent time with his AuntUncle FitzSimmons. Hermione was almost vibrating in excitement as Bruce had talked to Tony about a teacher and he agreed with no hesitation. Natasha sat quietly between Bruce and Clint while Steve was off exploring on his new motorcycle and Thor the alien God was off world.

"So I'll take tiny rage to find a teacher-"

"Tony. I'm going too. As her guardian-"

"Right right-"

"Pass the salt Mione?"

"Honestly Ron, the Shwarma is salty enough."

"Well maybe yours is-"

"Kids."

"Sorry Dad."

"Sorry Mr. Barton."

"Lighten up Clint. At least no one is throwing Poptarts."

"What?" Ron asked impishly.

"Or making exploding smoothies."

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione gasped.

"Thor and Steve. Day one in the tower before dragging Loki back."

"That's completely immature!"

"Well, we're not exactly the most mature group," Clint smirked, "We kind of just met and decided to kick Loki where it hurt."

Hermione's eyes fell downward slightly. She tried not to think about the fact her parents were gone, or that an alien mad man had been responsible for their deaths, by burying herself into her school work and knowledge in general.

"Weren't you hit where it hurt too?" Natasha added quickly.

"Worst part about that is having to thank you for it."

Hermione showed a small smile at the comment. Ron stuffed his face, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pit forming in his stomach remembering how he was told about his dad's possession. Imagining the foggy blue green eyes made him feel slightly queasy. He shook it off quickly though, focusing on the good times and discussion at the table, enjoying time with his family.

So sorry this took so long to update, but I had to make sure I had all my plot bunnies in a row before continuing on. And had to acknowledge my beta sister is friends with someone who actually practices the Voodoo religion and alerts me I am walking on thin ice with the concept. Now, I wouldn't get rid of the magic, it's a part of my story, but your opinion, should I delve into the name a bit deeper? Like Voodoo being slang rather than an actual title.

As you all can imagine I have been driving myself mad trying to organize all this. But I have posted it before my birthday so that's always a plus.