Iridescent

Author's Note: So, I put the prologue up, hopefully you liked it, if you didn't that's fine. I'll just cry about it later, we're now onto our next chapter, or really the first chapter of Iridescent, I hope the name was cool enough, it's sort of hard to compete with my other story's title. Anyway, I haven't had any complaints yet, it'll be a bit before the Avengers meet with Harry, and after all he has to stage the downfall of a select few of wizards first. Here we go, on to chapter one! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, thanks to those who followed this story, and to those who added this to favorites! I'm sorry I haven't thanked everyone for reviewing, but be sure I will during the next chapter! – CJG

Warning: This story contains homosexual relations, violence, foul language, extremely light sexual content, and slight graphic content.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Avengers, or Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing characters in hopes to make a relatively good fiction.

Chapter One: Kenaz

Kenaz: The Rune of Fire

There was a violent roar that caught the air seemed to be even more unsettling to the isolated prison. It seemed to reverberate all throughout the entire building, and in some villages along the wild and untamable sea would claim to hear it. The screech of unspeakable pain that would escape one single man as he finally snapped the chain that had been holding him captive for somewhere around four years. A small series of pops could be heard, along with a low snarl as his pain level seemed to be intact. He stumbled for a few moments, attempting to get his legs back under control. He had been able to do limited to what strength training he could do to keep muscles on his emaciated form, but what he had been able to do, helped greatly.

He felt his magic crawling through the entire prison, deeming who was worthy and who wasn't. Killing those it found unfit, in more than likely a less painful way than if the dementors got a hold of them. He was powerful, and soon those abusive guards, those damn violent and relentless pieces of flesh found out just who they had been assaulting in literally all ways was, and just who the savior they thought was going dark was. He would show them just how deep the darkness he had been hiding all this time really was, they would all pay for taking him away from his werewolf.

His black that was normally blacker than a moonless night was smoky with filth and dust. His body was tall, but very slim; muscle seemed to be the only thing on his skeleton. He had hardly any meat and almost no fat, but he was sure he was one of the more human looking creatures. Every now and again Dobby would sneak in and attempt to feed the Prisoner, but he rarely succeeded. The man's eyes were wild, an unnatural shade of green that one would only find an unforgivable curse, or a vat of toxic waste. His magic crackled violently lashing out all at once at the confines of his cell. It was breaking everything, snapping bars, breaking locks trashing harshly at anything that stood in its way.

It was his time now. In an explosion of shadow and ash seemed to overtake the area, and overtake the man completely. To anyone who watched they would know the warrior of fair disappeared with a snarl, all that anyone who entered his room would see, if they survived the wild magic, was horrifying Avada Kedavra eyes in the blink of an eye. Than nothing but writing in blood that simply said 'all will burn – HP'.

Remus Lupin had spent time attempting to save forget the past. He had tried leaving; he had tried wards to keep people away. He had tried just about everything to keep the Wizarding World away from Teddy and himself, but they kept sucking them back in. Theodore was five now, they had carted Harrison away when Teddy was only a year old. He had tried so hard, to find a way to save Harry, but any time he would start to gain ground something would hold him back again. He was so afraid they would take Teddy away from him he hardly left the house. Only to get what little supplies he could afford, and seeing how he hasn't been working, it wasn't much.

Harrison's house elf had adopted Teddy and himself, so that was really one reason they still hadn't faded away. Dobby, Winky, and surprisingly Kreacher had taken to caring for Teddy, but there was so much that you needed for taking care of a full blooded Werewolf and his Halfling, Rem often forgot to care for himself. He knew his oldest cub would be angry at him for not taking care of himself, but honestly he couldn't help it. It was like his instincts were screaming that his cubs were so much more important than himself. He didn't matter in the slightest, but Theodore and Harrison did. Somehow he had managed to sneak a few letters and even a few visits in the years, but it wasn't enough.

He missed his cub, and he missed his Harrison, he missed the normality that used to exist in the Wizarding World. Everything was gone; the creature laws were so completely brutal. Remus was lucky he had somehow stayed under the noses of the ministry for so long, he was glad that somehow he had kept Teddy away from the real monsters. At least he had no choice to be the way he was, the ministry had a choice, and they liked it! Hell all of Britain liked it apparently. Most werewolves that had survived the war as neutrals were all hiding in the forests, deep away from the "civilization" that was so eager to condemn them.

He found himself pacing slowly back and forth across the warn wood of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn't know what had led him there, he just found himself moving with ease in the apparation room. Teddy playing carefully with a toy that Remus had brought along. He was waiting, for what he had no idea, but he needed to wait. Something was telling him that he would be horribly unlucky if he missed it. His mind was whirling, his body was tense. He hadn't been in this house since the day Harry was taken, and honestly he would have never returned to that house if he could have helped it. But it was like there was an endless alarm going off in his head telling him to be there, telling him to go.

He didn't know how long he paced, only stopping momentarily when Teddy started complaining about being hungry, and only starting again when his cub was eating quietly at the table. Why had he come back? Kreacher had told him that he had abandoned the house essentially. The only four habitable rooms in the house were the front room, the apparation room, a single bedroom, the kitchen, and Sirius' library. The other rooms were full of dark objects, dust, spiders, and some even infested with snakes and rats that had somehow got in from the outside.

Remus had been in that house for days, Teddy seemed comfortable with the old house elf, and didn't complain. He knew that they needed to be in Grimmauld place, even if he hadn't a clue why. He honestly hadn't a single clue on why he was here, but he was more than willing to wait for the reason, and little did he know he wouldn't have to wait long.

There was a loud crash down from the apparation room that jolted Remus from his sleep later that month. His body jolted up, moving away from the bed quickly, hardly jostling Teddy, who seemed to be sleeping like a log. He grabbed his wand and slowly crept slowly to the door, opening it with caution. His amber eyes peeled looking both ways down the hallway before skillfully avoiding any weak spots in the floor. His body moved with ease as he carefully avoided the twelfth step which he knew was a false step. His wand drawn, body pulsing with the magic that seemed to flow powerfully into the house. He felt his body tense, inhaling a scent that he thought he knew, but was so musky, so deep and rich, scenting slightly of blood and of pain. He knew that scent, but he wasn't sure where. When he rounded the corner, wand first, followed by his nose, than his eyes, he was greeted by a creature he wasn't sure he had ever expected to see again. Amber met emerald in a dance neither had expected to play.

His eyes were wide, his body slowly seemed to sag, but he was pleased, he could hear whimpering, and it took him awhile for him to make the connection that it was his own vocal chords vibrating. He didn't know they were moving until they were breathing in each other's scents. Only inches away, their body moved forwards at the same time to envelope each other in warmth. He barely recognized the fact that that the creature he was holding smelled horrible, or that the body had said his name. He simply allowed tears to flow like rivers down his pale cheeks, and slowly breathe in the being's scent.

"Harry…"

TBC

Author's Note: It's short again, but as stated before I like my chapters' smaller. I wanted to post this chapter, just so I could get this story rolling. The chapters will grow in size as the story moves on. I also am giving you a chance to vote on a poll that I'm opening on my page on what pairings you want. I'm pretty sure I want Harry with Tony, but I'll post a poll to see what you want! Please vote!