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.

This chapter will be between 1750 and 2750 words long.

Previously:

"Okay, can Bobbi come too?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah, Bobbi can come too." Natasha agreed, and lead the way with Bobbi following her with Taylor.

Clint and Maria quickly distracted Kinsley from trying to go with them, thankfully the toddler was easily distracted.

There is Always Hope - Chapter 6

March 2007; Barton-Romanoff Apartment, Taylor's Room, 17:03

"So Taylor... This is your room, and we weren't sure what colors you would like so we mainly went with something a little more neutral in lilac, but we can change it if you want." Natasha said gently to her while telling her.

Watching Taylor take in the room from Bobbi's arms, Natasha was secretly dying to have her little girl back within her arms, but since she knew her little girl had been abused, it was going to take a while to gain her trust; just like her with Clint and SHIELD long ago by her own past within the Red Room.

Taylor looked around the room in amazement, mostly, as to her, it was truly beautiful as her Mom had said the walls were lilac, and there was a canopy bed in one corner with a lilac duvet with silver flowers on it. In the opposite corner, there was a desk with paper and pencils on top, next to that was a bookshelf with some books already in it. Mostly filled with fantasy or science fiction books after Clint and Natasha had got books for Taylor's age group, however Natasha had noticed that Clint had managed to get a book of archery in there too.

All in all, it was the best room Taylor had ever seen and it was hers, her room that her parents had made for her… Especially since she knew it was an improvement from the Cupboard. Looking back to the bed, however, Taylor spotted that there were two cuddly toys resting against the pillow as one was a typical bear, and the other was a black colored dog.

"What do you think Taylor?" Natasha asked curiously while hiding her nervousness yet was relieved by Taylor's shy question back to her, as Natasha secretly held back her rage by her eyes filled with both pain and hope at her, "Is it really all mine?"

"Yes, baby it is all yours… How about you come sit on the bed and we can have a little talk about what other toys you might want in here." Natasha offered moving over to the bed.

"Okay," Taylor agreed somewhat hesitant yet did so as her Mom seems nice so far. Bobbi although walked her over to the bed and set her down next to her Mom, and Taylor winced a little as it shifter her back; which still hurt a bit when she moved, at least her ankle wasn't hurting.

"Tasha, this little lady isn't allowed to put weight on her left foot because it is sprained, her left wrist is broken and she has some lacerations on her back so she is going to need her medication in a little while. I'll talk that over with Clint while you two have your talk." Bobbi explained with seeing her friend held mixed emotions briefly within her bright green orbs.

She mostly didn't want Natasha to accidentally do something that would hurt Taylor even more, plus now that Taylor looked more comfortable with Natasha, Bobbi wanted to give them some time alone.

"Thanks for telling me, Bobbi," Natasha briefly thought though, looks like you have been through the wars, baby girl. "Your not going to have to worry about that here, your Dad and I will look after you, no one is going to hurt you again." Natasha told her eldest child.

In all honesty as she was thankful that she was good a controlling her emotions, because hearing what those monsters had done to her little girl, was bringing out her Black Widow Persona, briefly.

While the adults were talking, Taylor was keeping an eye on them just in case they decided to do something, she had reached up the bed and grabbed the black puppy dog toy that had caught her eye earlier.

He was soft and cuddly, this one was definitely her favourite, though the bear looked nice too, with light brown fur, the dog was almost calling to her. For some reason when she thought of the dog, the name: Padfoot, floated into her mind, well that would be his name then, Taylor mentally decided.

"I'll see you in a little while Taylor, I'm just going to sit out with Maria, your Dad and Kinsley." Bobbi told her from where she was standing in the doorway.

"Okay." Taylor agreed, obviously she had been more distracted by Padfoot than she thought, as she hadn't realised that Bobbi and her Mom had finished their conversation.

Natasha looked over at her daughter who had picked up the black dog toy that Clint had given her when she was just a baby, it seem that she still loved it just as much now as she did back then.

"You know Taylor, your Dad gotten you that stuffed cuddly toy when you were born, and you absolutely refused to go to sleep without it. We were hoping that you might still get comfort from it, looks to me like we were right." Natasha softly told her the story behind the dog while seeing her child hug it to herself.

"He's my favourite, I named him Padfoot... Is that okay?" Taylor asked, wondering if perhaps he already had a name.

Natasha instantly recognised her older daughter's need for reassurance and approval, and figured she obviously didn't want to upset them or make them angry. Although her training told her that it was normal in abused children, and yet it hurt because this was her little girl, and she should have never gone through this.

If I ever find out who did this, they would get a kick to the balls or worse, "That's truly fine, Padfoot, huh? I think it suits him. You were too young to name him when you were little, so it's only fitting that he gets a name now. He has been waiting for you to give him one for quite some time." Natasha assured her while Taylor smiled at her Mom being pleased that she didn't mind, though she wasn't sure that she would call Natasha, Mommy, for a while. But she had never had any mother figure as Aunt Petunia didn't count.

"Hey, I want you to know that your Dad and I, we didn't stop looking for you. Not since you were taken from us. Maria and Bobbi came for you because they got the lead before we did, and I also know that Kinsley can be a lot to manage all at once. We have always told her about you, she knows that you are her big sister, obviously we not fully sure who much she does understand. She has been asking about basically since she has been able to, she adores to Taylor." Natasha explained as she was hoping that by talking about Kinsley, that she could get any doubts and concerns that Taylor had about for her little sister before they could fester.

"Why did you tell her about me if you didn't know if you would find me?" Taylor asked as it didn't make any sense to her...

Why set someone you love give you up for disappointment. Surely they would want to save her from that, plus Dudley had always said that being an only child was the best. He had always taken every opportunity to remind her of it, and how she had ruined that privilege for him.

"Because we love you Taylor and we never going stopped looking for you… If we hadn't found you now, then we would still be looking. If we hadn't told Kinsley from the start as she got old she would realise we were keeping something from her, and it hurts even more to have someone you love keeping something from you. You know what your sister's full name is Taylor? It's Kinsley Taya Batorn, we gave her that middle name after you. We always had every intention of telling her about you, even before she was born." Natasha told her gently.

"So you didn't have her to replace me?" Taylor questioned her Mommy, uncertainly.

"No! Never, Taylor. We didn't plan to have Kinsley, sometimes these things just happen. Your Dad and I weren't planning on having anymore children until we found you, we didn't want to fail another child." Natasha promised her.

It was a foreign concept for Taylor to grasp that someone cared and worried about her, but for what she was seeing and hearing her parents really did and they love her and had been looking for her for five years and they wanted her back. Plus no one had ever left like they had failed her, more like she was always failing them.

"You felt like you failed me?" Taylor asked hesitantly as she was secretly surprised at that.

"Yes, we did. We failed to protect you, which is something we always promised we would do." Natasha confirmed.

"So you won't let anything bad happen again?" Taylor then questioned as she wanted to make sure that if she got comfortable here, that it wasn't going to disappear.

When she and Clint had found out that she was pregnant with Taylor they had decided that they would always be as honest as they could be with their child, now children. That had included not making promises that they couldn't keep, and especially now with Taylor they needed to be honest with her.

"We will do everything in our power to make sure that nothing bad happens to you or your sister, but I can't promise that nothing bad will ever happen. I don't know how much Maria and Bobbi told you about what me and your Dad do for a living, but sometimes we have to go away for work. When we do though, either Maria, Bobbi or one of our other friends; Melinda and Phil, will be here to stay with you. That I can promise on." Natasha assured her daughter while seeing she gave her a small smile.

"Okay," Taylor said simply.

"How about we move on to a happier topic, like what other toys you would like for this room," Natasha suggested.

"I don't need anything else, I don't want to be a burden." Taylor said quickly, she did not want to seem ungrateful.

Natasha knew for certain that this was going to be an uphill battle, trying to convince her daughter that she could want things for herself and not be considered a burden. She knew from the little amount to research that she had managed to do on abused children before Maria and Bobbi had got here with Taylor, that physiological abuse often included downgrading a child and telling them that they were a burden or difficult. That they should be grateful for what they were given, was a way to stop them from asking for things because they knew they should be grateful for what they had been 'generously' given.

"Taylor you may not need anything else, but you are allowed to want things here. Plus your Dad and I missed five years of birthdays, and we owe you some gifts." Natasha told her calmly yet held her rage in once again by her innocent words.

"I have never had birthday gifts before." Taylor words sounded hopeful, her eyes however showed she was unconvinced.

"Never had any birthday presents, we need to change that Tasha! We can't have this, this is a tragedy!" Clint exclaimed dramatically, since he had just come from the living room to check on how Tasha was getting on with Taylor.

Leaving Kinsley in Maria and Bobbi's capable hands to keep her entertained and out of the way, just until they got Taylor a little more settled. He had caught the tail end of their conversation and couldn't help but say something.

Natasha laughed and rolled her eyes and Clint; not seeing Taylor grow stiff briefly as he unexpectedly entered the room, yet knew he was her Daddy and relaxed only slightly, "Yes we will. Just as soon as Taylor is comfortable with it." Natasha agreed, she hoped that Clint's presence wouldn't cause Taylor to close up.

"Of course," Clint agreed to his wife, "So I just came to see how things are going in here? If you feel up to it, Taylor, Kinsley is getting rather impatient to spend some time with you. If you're not then I am sure that between Maria, Bobbi and I, we all could think for something to keep her busy as she absolutely adores you." Clint told his eldest kindly.

Thinking it over, on one hand she was afraid still as she was all new to this, and the other, she also liked the idea, secretly, of being a big sister... At least she would also be back out with Bobbi and Maria, since she would also be able to see if what Clint was saying was true; if Kinsley did adore her, then she wouldn't be hit. Or at least Taylor hoped that she wouldn't, because she could run away at the moment but she wouldn't have much of a chance to actually get away.

"Yeah, I think that would be okay." Taylor agreed softly to them.

March 2007; Barton-Romanoff Apartment, Living Room, 17:56

After making sure that Taylor was okay with being picked up again; with both parents inwardly frowning together from her not letting Clint touch her, Natasha had carried her eldest child back out and through to the living room. She had noticed how Taylor seemed to deliberate about bringing the newly named Padfoot with her, yet in the end she left him on the bed before she allowed Natasha to pick her up.

Natasha had almost said that it was okay to bring him with her, but to be honest with herself, she didn't know her daughter well enough to know why she had left Padfoot on the bed. It could be for a number of reasons; all of which didn't sit well with her that her daughter would have thought of them, but for now, she would let it be.

As both Clint and Natasha expected, Kinsley was thrilled that Taylor had come back out, and was eager to play with her older sister. "Are you happy to play on the floor with your sister, or would you like to sit with one of us?" Natasha asked Taylor gently.

Maria was sitting on the couch where Clint joined her. While Bobbi was sitting on the floor along with Kinsley as well, and Taylor hesitated when she had been just a little younger she would have been thrilled that someone wanted to play with her… But now after experiencing school, she knew how mean other kids could be, and how possesive some of them could be over their toys.

Before Taylor could make a decision, Kinsley made it for her, "Mommy come play too!" Kinsley pleaded.

"How about it Taylor? I'll sit with you on floor and we three can play together?" Natasha offered as she could see Taylor was nervous.

"Okay." Taylor stated with a nod.

It didn't take Kinsley very long to put most of her sister's fears at ease as she shared her toys and included her without any issues, and got their Mom and Bobbi playing too. Though Taylor's fears were not put permanently to rest yet for the first time that she could remember, she felt happy and mostly safe.

Okay, I hope everyone liked this chapter, I plan on doing a fair few time skips in the next chapter to get things moving a bit better again.

Please review and tell me what you think.

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