Chapter 2
-Previously-
Carol was walking back to the mall where she worked after eating lunch at a nearby restraunt when she noticed three badly dressed individuals following her and she turned a corner and then quickly hid in a nearby alleyway just as her follower turned the corner too. The one in the middle is a middle aged woman wearing a monacle and the other two where in their late 20s, early 30s by her estimate. As they walked by the alleyway where Carol hid, they looked distressed as they realized that they lost her and before they could do anything, Carol grabbed the two men and pulled them into the alleyway and knocked them out before they could do anything and then she grabbed the woman and pinned her against the wall and Carol and she noticed that she knew the woman.
"Amelia Bones," Carol said and the woman raised an eyebrow in surprise, "What do I owe this pleasent surprise?"
-Now-
"I do believe you have me at a disadvantage," Amelia stated as she was still pinned to the wall.
Carol finally let go of Amelia, as one of the men groaned before Carol kicking him into unconcious before continuing, "Parents disowned me when they discovered their precious little girl because she was squib at nearly 4 years old. I remember you were there, shortly after my uncle died, never did like him anyway, and when I was adopted by my current parents. Ring any bells?"
"I remember some of it, though your last name escapes me for the moment," Amelia replied honestly.
"Fair enough," Carol replied, "Now can you please tell me why you are here, I'm running out of time for my lunch break."
Amelia reached into one of her pockets and brought out a wizarding picture of her, in her Ms. Marvel costume while flying by the Statue of Liberty, and she said, "I believe you know this woman."
"The better question is who doesn't," Carol replied with a snort.
"The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge wants her to be brought to England immediately," Bones stated. "And stop kicking my man."
As she said this, Carol kicked the other man as regained conciousness before being knocked out again, "Sorry, but do you have authorisiation to bring her to England?"
"Of course, she is after all a British subject," Bones stated in a matter of fact tone.
"But is this cleared with the U.S. Government, as this can be viewed as international kidnapping, as we are on their land," Carol stated. "Also are you postive that she is a British citizen?"
Carol managed to get back to her work on time despite the 'delay' and discussing the legallity with Madam Bones, she decided to pass the time to work on a side project of hers as it is currently a weekday and such a slow day. The project she was working on was a book, not just any book, but a book about 'The Origins of Ms. Marvel', an ethically grey area to make money, she knew but her adoptive family was barely passing their bills on check by check basis, and she needed the money if she wanted to go to college. Her current job was used to pay for her cell phone, and costume repair and if she was conservitive enough she could put a few dollars, each month into her bank account her mother managed to set up for her. As she was 17 nearly 18 and entering her senior year of High School, every penny counts, even if she managed to snag a scholarship or two.
After another boring day at work, she finally made it home, a low-income fifth story, 2 bedroom apartment complex, nearly a 90-minute walk to her school.
"Hello," Carol called out to the darkened apartment as she turned on the light and when she noticed the switch didn't do anything, she tried a couple more times before giving up, "Crap. We need a new bulb." She then focused her photon energy into her hands to make a light to help her see in the blackened apartment. As she passed the living room, she got the distinct feeling that she was being watched from behind. Being careful as to alert the intruder, she quickly turned around and punched empty air but seeing someone dodge her punch confirmed her suspensions but the person was clearly trained as he or she was staying out of the light so she couldn't see him/her well enough to make out who the intruder is.
"Who the hell are you," Carol asked as she brightened her photon energy and she recognized who it was, but she was not lowing her guard, "Fury, what do you want?"
"Shield needs you," Nick Fury, head of Shield stated.
"Why should I give a crap about Shield?" Carol asked, "Or do you remember the time you managed to convince me that the X-Men were terrorists but I managed to find out they were being set up by the Leader and Sinistro, and you had my mide wiped of the entire incident, without my consint or knowledge, or the time..."
"The British Minister of Magic, Fudge, is trying to make a move on your other half," Fury interrupted.
"I already know that," Carol replied, "And the question is why do you care? Ow wait, you're Nick Fury head of fucking SHIELD. FYI I don't give a crap."
"Fudge, is trying to get your other identity into a marriage contract with your brother, and I do mean brother loosely," Fury answered.
"Crap," came Carol's reply.
"Exactly."
"What do you want?"
-August 27th Time: ? Location: ?an abandoned mansion?-
In the main office of the mansion their were two man looking towards a couch with a snake looking over it.
"Is everything set Crouch?" a voice hissed as it asked.
"Of course my Lord," Crouch replied, "Dumbledore currently does not suspect a thing."
"And the package," the voice asked.
"Secured, my Lord," Crouch responded.
"Good," the voice said as it sounded pleased, "By this time next year I shall be back at full power."
"If I may my Lord," the other man asked, "Why are you going after the squib instead?"
"That squib is the reason I am like this in the first place," the voice angrily responded, "Now leave me or Nagini shall feast on your corpse."
-August 28th Winchester New York, Xaviors School for the Gifted 12:41 P.M.-
A knock came at the front door and Hank McCoy, aka the Beast, opened the door and Ms. Marvel was on the the other side.
"Marvel," Hank greeted, "What do I owe this unexpected surprise?"
As McCoy let her in, she summed everything up, "Fury."
McCoy sighed, "What does he want now?"
"It concerns the past of one of your current students, Hermione Granger, I believe her name is," she replied.
"Hogwarts," McCoy asked.
"Hogwarts," she confirmed.
"I must warn you, it's a touchy subject for her," McCoy warned, "since her X-gene awakened 2 years ago, she can physically no longer perform magical acts."
"I see," Ms. Marvel replied, "I just need some information about her old school."
As McCoy led her into an office, filled with pictures of current and past X-Men, and said, "If you wait here, I'll retrieve her for you."
She nodded in response and as he left, Ms. Marvel decided to examine the pictures. She only accepted Furys offer because he arranged it where she got into Empire State University on a scholarship. By the time she finished looking through about half of the pictures, Hank returned with a girl about a year or two younger than her.
The girls mutation was obvious, as she now had pink skin and straight blue hair, that came down to her waist, elf-like ears and glowing blue eyes. The girl was six inches shorter than Carol's 5'10" frame. The girls mutation allowed her to be flexible beyond normal human limintations, teleport, and absorb energy and turn it into physical strength.
"Mr. McCoy told me you want some information about my old school," Hermione asked.
"Yes," Carol answered, "Fury believes the leader of a group calling themselves 'Death Eaters' is trying to come back and Dumbledore knows about it and doing nothing about it."
The girl snorted about the last part and said, "For the two years I went to Hogwarts, the Headmaster did nothing to protect the students and left me as a vegetable for six months."
"What can you tell me about the man," Ms. Marvel asked.
"I'll tell you everything I know, if you promise me something," Hermione responded.
"And that is?" Ms. Marvel asked and Hermione grinned.
-September 1st 7:36 P.M. Hogwarts Great Hall-
As Headmaster Dumbledore finished explaining the TwiWizard tournament and being the hosts to three schools to his students, he continued, "As the students from Beauxbaton and Dumstrung won't be here until the day before the selection process, the American school, will be joining us within the hour."
This caused various whispers coming from the four houses as they knew very little about this new school.
"I wonder what their library is like," a girl who looked like Hermione, without her mutation, whispered to her two friends, Sirius and Ron.
"Hermione," they both said to each other.
"What?" 'Hermione' responded.
"There are more important things to worry about than the size of another schools library," Sirius responded.
"Ya, like managing to enter the bloody tournament," Ron said as he he drooled about the prize money.
"You heard Dumbledore," Hermione stated, "You have to be seventeen to enter the contest and language."
Ron blanched at Hermione getting onto him for his language and Hermione got up from the table and said, "Excuse me, I have to use the ladies room."
As Hermione left the Great Hall and entered the girls restroom, she started to change and grow and another girl stood in her place as she finished changing and it was 'don't mention my first name' Tonks. The magical shapeshifter who graduated Hogwarts the year before Hermione's disappearance and she is a die hard Dumbledore supporter. Ever since Hermione's disappearance she had taken over her place as Sirius's friend, without him being any wiser, and keep Dumbledore informed of his progress. Despite Tonks, displeasure, of repeating Hogwarts over again, she loved the pay that she received because of it, 3 times from what she would have made as an Auror, and a fraction of the expenses.
"Five days in that form," Tonks said to herself, as she let out a mental sigh, "I don't know how much longer I could have held that form without blowing my cover."
As Tonks regained her compusure she transformed back and reassumed her role as the bookworm Granger.
As she returned to her spot she said, "So what did I miss?"
"Nothing much," Sirius replied.
"We were taking bets on how the Americans would be arriving," Ron replied and was received a slap in the back of the head by Sirius, who was sitting next to him, "Ow! What was that for!"
"For telling Hermione," came Sirius frustrated reply, "You know she'll report us to my parents."
"Owww," Ron replied as the gears in his head finally started working again, "Forget on what I said about taking bets. OW!" Sirius slapped the back of Rons head again.
"What is the leading theory," Hermione asked.
"That they are going to apparate into the Great Hall, OW!" came Rons reply and Sirius response of hitting him in the back head for the third time.
"You can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts, it says so in Hogwarts: A History," Hermione responded.
"I know that, but that doesn't stop people on placing bets on that," Sirius responded and he grabbed Rons arm as he tried to hit him in the back of the head for his response.
"Would you act your age," Hermione asked.
Ron and Sirius shared a glance before smiling at each other and asked, "Where's the fun in that!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at that and said to noone in particular, "Boys."
To Be Continued...