I don't own the Avengers or Harry Potter.

I do own my OC, please don't use her or copy her character.

Warning this fic will be AU and will be Fem Harry, there will also be Bad!Dumbledore and Dumbledore and most of the Weasley's bashing. I would also like to thank Aeroza for being the Beta Reader for this story.

But Fem Harry is not a Horcrux in this fic.

Each chapter will be between 1500 and 2500 words long (This chapter although being slightly more then that a little).

Previously:

"Thanks, just because we are having this baby doesn't mean that we are going to stop looking for Taylor. It just mean that when we find her she will have a little brother or sister." Clint told them.

"Of course. We never thought that you would, we haven't either." Melinda promised.

There is Always Hope - Chapter 2

Washington DC - November 2004; Barton-Romanoff Apartment, 14:27

It had been a little over a week since Natasha had given birth to their second little girl; who they had named Kinsley Taya Barton. Her middle name was in honour of her older sister Taylor, and as promised, Phil and Mel were named Kinsley's Godparents.

Phil and Mel been over yesterday to meet their Goddaughter, Maria and Bobbi hadn't been able to make it over then; which is why both were here now.

Bobbi currently had Kinsley in her arms, and she had an uncertain look on her face, Natasha could guess why she wasn't sure she should be holding the little girl, when her older sister was missing, and Taylor was her goddaughter; which was something that Bobbi had taken very seriously.

"Bobbi it's okay to love her, and it doesn't mean you love Taylor any less. I struggled a lot with it when I was pregnant with Kinsley, but when I first held her… I knew that I would love them equally, always." Natasha told her old rookie, hoping this helped her.

"Yeah, I know... But it doesn't stop me from feeling bad," Bobbi mumbled sadly before getting gently patted on the shoulder, "When we get a chance, we can take some time and see if we can track anything down on Taylor, Bobbi." Maria offered as Bobbi just nodded.

"Thanks guys, it means a lot that you haven't given up." Clint said to them then.

"Right, it's my turn Bobbi." Maria said, holding her arms out to take Kinsley, and Bobbi pouted before she reluctantly handed the baby over to Maria, while Clint and Natasha laughed at them.

After Bobbi and Maria had left, Natasha went and put Kinsley down for her nap in what had been the spare room, before they found out that she was pregnant. They hadn't been able to bring themselves to touch Taylor's Nursery at all, so it was just the same as it had been; other than having been cleaned about once a month.

As she looked down at her younger daughter she could clearly see the differences between her and Taylor and she was grateful for those differences, Taylor had looked almost exactly like her with her auburn hair and green eyes. Where as Kinsley, looked more like her Dad as she had blue eyes and blonde hair; which looked like in time would have natural auburn highlights. The differences helped, and it wouldn't have been quite so easy if Kinsley had looked exactly like Taylor.

"Hey, everything okay in here?" Clint asked coming into the nursery and putting an arm around her waist.

"Yeah, I'm just seeing the differences between Kinsley and Taylor. I hope that Kinsley keeps her blue eyes… Remember how Taylor was born with her eyes already green, and it shocked the hell out of the nurse." Natasha commented while recalling the events.

"Yes, the nurse said it was most unusual for a newborn to have any other colour than blue eyes. I hope she keeps her blue eyes too." Clint agreed.

Washington DC - August 2006; Barton-Romanoff Apartment, 15:46

It had been a little over eighteen months since Kinsley had been born, it had been very difficult to leave her when they had to go on missions. But they had come to an agreement with Fury that either one of them, or Maria, Phil, Mel or Bobbi, would be available to stay with Kinsley.

That had helped put all of their minds at rest and it had worked well so far, Kinsley had grown into a bubbly, curious toddler, and she was starting to speak now. The six adults in her life had become mostly fluent in toddler talk, which Bobbi had complained was harder than learning a normal language.

Natasha was having some alone time with her little girl as Clint, Bobbi, Mel and Phil were all on missions and Maria was stuck in meetings all day she had decided to climb the ranks of SHIELD rather than stay in the field.

"Mama?" Kinsley's questioning tone brought her out of her thoughts.

"Yes Kins, what is it?" Natasha asked while giving her full attention to her daughter, yet she sighed inwardly by her question, "What in there?" Kinsley questioned, pointing at the door opposite her room.

"That is you big sister's room, you know Daddy and I have told you about Taylor." Natasha explained to her since they had been telling Kinsley about Taylor for her whole life, Natasha wasn't sure how much she was understanding, but she hoped that it would help Kinsley if they should ever find Taylor.

"Tay?" Kinsley asked her curiously with one word.

"Yes, Tay's room baby." Natasha confirmed yet sighed at her younger daughter's next words.

"See Tay." Kinsley demanded and make Natasha now know that Kinsley did understand that they did have another family member, and obviously she thought that Taylor should be in her room, and that would also make sense to a toddler of her age.

"Oh Kinsley, Taylor was taken by someone a long time ago, and we haven't been able to find her yet. Do you want to see inside her room still?" Natasha asked with a knowing look, "Yea." Kinsley said determinedly.

"Okay," Natasha agreed as she picked Kinsley up, and walked over to Taylor's room. She then opened the door and walked in, and quietly showed her younger daughter around her older sister's room.

After Kinsley had allowed them to leave Taylor's room she had endless questions about her sister and of which Natasha did her best to answer, until Kinsley tired herself out with her continual questioning.

March 2007; No.4 Privet Drive, Surrey, London, England; 10:20

Six-year-old Taylor Lily Potter, was sitting in her cupboard… again, after being thrown into it about half an hour ago by her fat whale of an uncle.

Taylor JUST didn't understand what she did to make her aunt, uncle and cousin hate her so much. But it must have been something big, since Dudley; from all the times she lived here, was never hit or starved, or even forced to sleep in a cupboard. Dudley also has two bedrooms and he was pampered, spoilt, and given anything and everything that he ever wanted.

Her tummy decided to grumble at this point, and she whimpered miserably since she hadn't eaten for three days because she had burnt the bacon for breakfast, three mornings ago. Sometimes she really wished she had a relative out there who would come and save her. Mostly to take her away from her relatives.

Realistically, she knew that her only living relatives were her aunt, uncle and cousin; after her parents were killed in a car cash when she was a baby. That was how, by her aunt, said that she gotten that ugly scar on her forehead. The scar was in the shape of a lightning bolt, and was in the right side of her forehead; just above her eyebrow.

Taylor didn't know where she had got her looks from because it definitely wasn't her aunt, she was blond and skinny; greatly resembling a horse. Whereas Taylor had auburn hair and bright emerald green eyes, she was also very small and skinny too; but she was quite sure that that was because she was forced to sleep in a cupboard, and was starved on a regular basis.

Taylor also had never seen a picture of her mother and father, her aunt either didn't have any or she had hated her sister as much as she hated Taylor and didn't have them on display.

Just then while stiffening, her aunt opened her cupboard door, "We are going out. You need to clean the lounge and the bathroom, before we get back," Aunt Petunia ordered with a sneer and she walked away, a couple of minutes later she heard the front door slam shut.

Taylor got up slowly, and painfully, and started to clean the lounge; knowing that if she didn't, she would get beaten again. That was something that she did not need. So she began to dust the lounge even though she had only done it yesterday; in case you hadn't guessed, her aunt Petunia was a neat freak.

It took her only ten minutes to re-clean the lounge from yesterday. Taylor then sighed as she walked painfully up the stairs to clean the bathroom. This took longer to clean because the last time she had cleaned it, was three days ago. When she was finally done; twenty minutes later, she went back down the stairs and curled up in her cupboard before her relatives got home.

Taylor refused to call her relatives her family because family didn't treat each other like this, or a least she hoped that real families didn't treat each other like this as she has never had anything to compare the Dursleys too.

Before she dropped off to sleep, Taylor wished that someone would come and rescue her from this living hell she has ever known.

The Next Morning; No.4 Privet Drive, Surrey, London, England, 08:00

Taylor thanked whatever Gods were up there, that her relatives hadn't come into her cupboard last night when they got home. She ran a hand through her hair; enjoying her last few peaceful minutes before her aunt would come, and knock on the door ordering her to make breakfast… Thinking about food itself made her even more hungry as Taylor hoped that she might get some food, today.

When she had got all the tangles out of her hair, she then braid it messily and tied of the end with an elastic band. Just after she had finished there was a loud rap on her door, and her aunt sharp voice accompanied it.

"Girl get up and make breakfast!" Aunt Petunia ordered, and moved away while opening it, "Yes Aunt Petunia." Taylor said; slowly coming out of her cupboard.

That was another thing that she didn't like: Her relatives always called her 'Girl', and they had never called her 'Taylor'; with the exception of her cousin, who called her Taylor at school.

School was another thing that Taylor didn't like, not because she didn't want to learn but because she wasn't allowed to do better than her cousin in any of their lessons. Due to Dudley being as stupid as he was fat, she had to put effort into not scoring above him in any tests that they had, at school.

Going into the kitchen, she got the frying pan and a stool out, put the stool on the floor by the stove and then the frying pan on the stove itself so that she could only just reach with the stool. Then again, she had been using the stove since she was four, and she still couldn't reach it properly then. When she had started cooking the bacon, her cousin and uncle made their appearance in the kitchen.

"Breakfast better be ready soon, Girl, otherwise you will be in a lot of trouble." Uncle Vernon growled at her while sitting down at the table.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Taylor said quickly; bringing his breakfast over along with Dudley's. When the three Dursley's had finished their breakfast, Taylor's aunt put some dry toast and water on the table,"Eat this and then tidy the kitchen up." She snapped at her firmly, before leaving the room.

Taylor tried to eat slowly, but she just ended up wolfing the meager slice of toast and then washing it down with the water. When she had finished; under a minute later, she set about tidying up the kitchen. All the while hoping that her aunt and uncle would be a bit fairer today.

It was about two hours later that everything started going down hill, Taylor was upstairs cleaning the spare bedroom because Aunt Marge would be coming to stay for a few days, and she had just finished and was about to go down the stairs when Dudley had barged passed her; causing her two fall down the stairs, and somehow, she managed to land of her feet at the bottom of the stairs unhurt.

Of course she hadn't stayed that way, her uncle had seen and he went ballistic. His whole face went purple before he grabbed her, and pushed her into the basement; that was when Taylor knew she was in big, BIG trouble. Taylor knew that she was only brought down here if her punishment was very severe.

It was over an hour later before her uncle had finished beating her, and Taylor had screamed herself hoarse. At first he had only punched and slapped her around a bit, then he had taken his belt off and lashed her back with that. Her back hurt so much that it had gone numb, and now all she could feel was a dull throb of pain every now and again. Taylor was confident that her arm was also broken, and that she had a sprained or fractured ankle.

After her uncle had finished beating her, he had thrown her back into her cupboard, that was where she had been now; for about an hour. She knew that her back was bleeding and that she should get something to try and stop it, but the rest of her body hurt to much. While she was trying to persuade herself to do something about her back there was a knock on the door, she heard her aunt, she guested answer the door.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Her aunt asked whoever is at the door.

"Hello Ma'am, I'm from Child Protection Services as some neighbours heard screaming coming from your house earlier, and decided to report about it." The woman states while Petunia swallows slightly; knowing that if she doesn't let them in, then they will know something is up.

"Please come in, I'm sure there is a simple explanation for this." Taylor heard her aunt say while thinking that maybe someone will finally rescue her...

That is the end of redone chapter number 2, I know that most of it is from what used to be the first chapter of this story but I promise there will be more new material in chapter 3.

AN: I know that it is genetically impossible for siblings with the same parents to have blue and green eyes as both are recessive genes, but for the purpose of this fic it is possible. After all this is fiction.

Please review and tell me what you think of the new bit of the the chapters!

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