Chapter 3

-September 1st same time MoM-

"What are taking the Goblins so long, Delores?" Fudge asked his senior secretary.

"I do not know minister," Dolores response, "Something about her being not being in our jurisdiction. But according to the magical records she was born here in Britain. I told those inferior half breeds that they better hurry with that contract or we will be pressing charges."

"Good," Fudge replied, "With the Potters in my pocket, along with their influence, I will be easily elected another term."

"Of course minister," Umbridge replied.

-In outerspace same time-

Carol, in her Ms. Marvel outfit, was sitting on a satellite that was currently about to pass over Europe. Her hair floating aimlessly in the zero gravity.

Space was a beautiful thing, something that not many people on the planet knew or recognized. It had a certain appeal to it that could enthrall and entice an unsuspecting passerby, and win them over with the wonders and secrets that it held. A century ago, humanity believed that all that the ever-growing vacuum of cold emptiness held was large rocks and vast oceans of stars. Now, in the early 21st Century, people across the planet knew that life wasn't just here on Earth but in every single corner, nook and cranny that was this universe.

Not as many knew that there were other universes out there besides their own, but it was a fact. Across all of existence, life thrived in the wondrous entity that was known as space. Whether of benevolent or malicious conduct, space housed an infinite and unhindered number of wonders.

Carol Danvers had long believed in alien life, since she was a child, even while living with the Dursley's. Her childhood was adorned with the firm belief of it, with the Star Wars movies and space explorer novels taking up most of her younger years. Space had won her over, whisking her away from the Earth into a world of fantasy…which became reality in her adulthood, when she was thrust into a world of mutants, aliens, spies, god's, demons, heroes and villains.

She had welcomed it gladly.

And now, as a human gifted with powers few could ever hope to gain, Carol always remembered the vastness that was space that helped her enter this world, with its whispers and promises. Space, she would admit, played a fundamental part of who she had become today. And after so many years of desiring to dance among the stars in the heavens, she found she had become addicted to the feeling, to the home-away-from-home she had found.

Many didn't understand space as she did. To Carol Danvers, space was a comfort, a blissful silence…it was a sanctuary, one she sought in much of her past. A sanctuary that gave her warmth when others couldn't, and solace when the world gave her nothing but harshness and bitter words. It was a place that she could escape to when she just wanted to be away from the world for a while, to be with just her thoughts and her heart. Floating here in the boundaries of Earth and space, with just her internal thoughts to keep her company, space had grown to be almost a part of Carol, its sanctuary aiding her in many personal trials and decisions. All in all, space had become an escape from reality to her own domain, where she just collected and calmed herself.

And even though in recent years she had found comfort in a new sanctuary, space always had a warm place in her heart. Because of space and the impact of it in her life, she had become a woman she could be proud to be, despite life's obstacles.

What she really loved, though, was how she returned back to Earth.

Free falling.

As she had done countless times before, Carol cut off her flight, allowing her body to be sucked into the Earth's gravitational pull. Within a minute, the heroine was being shot towards the planet surface; as she continued to fall with an ever increasing speed, Carol felt the immense heat forming around her, warming her to her core. Her lygokinetic abilities instinctively went to work as her body absorbed the heat and warmth, nipping at her, a feeling that was both tingly and pleasuring. Faster and faster she shot down, her form like that of a meteorite, the clouds passing by her and the limitless blue of the Atlantic Ocean coming to meet her head on with each passing second.

And within the last few possible moments when the ocean was ready to consume her, Carol reactivated her flight as she forced herself into a stop for the briefest of seconds before setting herself on a course for Scotland. The water's rupture from the shockwaves that occurred splashed on her, making the blonde smile and laugh aloud to herself, the feeling as refreshing as it always was. As she flew, she turned slightly on her right side as she brushed the surface of the water with her hand.

Yes, the Ms. Marvel aspect of her life had made for some wonderful habits and times to arise and take form.

As soon she reached the Scottish shoreline a rocket suddenly hit her causing coming crashing down onto the Scottish highlands.

As Ms. Marvel recovered from the sudden impact to see what hit her, as the smoke and dust cleared around her she saw shapes and saw mechanised suits of armor, and then she knew what happened when the shapes cried out, "Hail Hydra!"

"You have got to be kidding me," Ms. Marvel stated as she saw the familiar green and yellow uniforms of Hydra.

"You are a lucky woman, Ms. Marvel," said a man who was wearing a different uniform from the rest, "Your alien based powers has attracted some attention. Hydra is paying a good 12 mill for you alive, 4 for just your body."

"Taskmaster," Ms. Marvel said as she blew some of bangs out of her face, "I should have known."

Fury and his subtle manipulations.

"Yes," Taskmaster replied and Carol couldn't make out his facial features through his skull like mask, "Our last encounter was less than favorable."

"You were stealing Stark Tech," Ms. Marvel replied.

"Which would have gotten me an easy 6million for my previous employer," Taskmaster replied.

"So I'm your next big paycheck," Ms. Marvel replied as she eyed the Hydra soldiers and mechs, which their numbers appeared to be in the triple digits by now, from what she could see.

"Precisely."

-Hogwarts 8:37 P.M.-

"Where are they," Ron complained. Hermione slapped him in the back of the head, "Ow! What was that for?"

The Hogwarts students and professors were waiting in the courtyard for the

"For being an idiot," Hermione replied.

Just then a girl with wavy golden hair lowered herself in front of the Hogwarts students, wearing a battered and torn one piece spandex suit, her boots and her domino mask were the only things that weren't threatening to fall off.

"It's Ms. Marvel," stated a female muggleborn third year.

"Ms. Marvel? Why is she here?" Asked another third year.

"I didn't know that she was a witch," said a third.

Ms. Marvel landed on one of her right knee and left foot, while bent over while using her right fist as support on the ground.

*POP!*

A cloud of pink smoke a girl with pink skin, blue hair, and elvin like ears appeared next to Ms. Marvel. The said girl appeared to be old enough to be a 4th or 5th year student. The reaction among the professors and the upper years was immediate as they went for their wands.

"Impossible!" Hermione exclaimed in barely a whisper, "You can't apparate into Hogwarts! It says so in Hogwarts: A History!"

"Obviously she can," Sirius remarked as Hermione slapped in the back of the head like she did to Ron, "Damnit woman! Must you do that?"

Hermione merely gave him a look that caused Sirius to back off.

"Back away from her demon," Snape said as pulled out his wand.

"Still not the worst thing I've been called," the girl said to no one in particular.

Before anybody could read the blonde woman that landed earlier, this Ms. Marvel woman, managed to stand in between the Hogwarts faculty and the so called demon and said with a commanding tone, "She is with me."

"Step away from the demon, my dear," the aging headmaster said with a twinkle in his eye as he reached for his wand, "the demon's spell over you will be over shortly."

Even as he said that, he couldn't find his wand. The blonde noticed this and said, "Did you really have to take his wand?"

Ms. Marvel turned a little to ask the girl behind the question and she was holding the headmaster's wand, taking a closer look at and responded, "Of course. When I was a student here I knew everything about the professors and their wands, except for the headmaster's wand as I can't figure out the wood it's made out of or its core."

Members of Hogwarts minds froze when they heard, 'When I was a student here…'.

"Who are you?" McGonagall asked cautiously.

"Who are you?" McGonagall asked cautiously. "And what do mean you when you said that you were a student here?"

The pink girl looked in McGonagall's direction and responded, "My real name I'll keep to myself but you can call me, Pixie. As for being a student here, it's self explanatory."

"She is also not a demon," Ms. Marvel added, "She's what muggles, I think you British call non magicals, as a mutant. A person born to human parents with various abilities that normally appear during puberty."

"Impossible," Snape sneered, "Mutants are a myth and squibs can't fly. They don't have magic to fly with."

Ms. Marvel sighed and she asked, "Pixie would you be so kind with our less than polite guest…?" she didn't have to finish as their was a sound of *POP* and pink smoke surrounded Pixie and their was another *POP* as she appeared in front of the man and grabbed his robes and their was a third *POP* and they disappeared.

A redheaded woman, that Ms. Marvel knew from her distant past asked, "How does she do that?"

"One of her mutant abilities allows her to teleport almost anywhere," she explained non coherently, "though she normally only teleports to places that she knows, as she could easily wind up in a wall or worse."

*POP!*

A cloud of pink smoke cleared appeared where Pixie was originally standing and the blonde looked at her and asked, "Where did you put him?"

All they got in return was the girl was a smirk.

"So why are you so beat up?" Pixie suddenly asked. "And I assume it's because you were over an half-an-hour late."

"Hydra," came the blondes response, "And return the wand. I don't need the extra paperwork."

"Fine, fine," the pink girl replied with a sigh as a sound of a small *POP* and the wand was returned to where its original owner.

The blonde returned her attention to the Headmaster, "Can we be shown our rooms now? I've had a busy day."

"Where is my Professor?" Dumbledore asked.

Before anybody could respond they heard someone shouting, "Where is she?"

Their attention was drawn to a very wet Snape.

"I thought he could use a dip," Pixie responded with a smirk, causing Ron to out right laugh and Sirius to cough in his hand to hide his laughter from his mother, who is a staff member their.

The potion master had his wand out and he said, "Maxima bom...," but before he could finish the spell the wrist of his wand hand was being held as he was punched in the gut by Ms. Marvel, and she then finished it by throwing him over her shoulder and as he landed on the ground the woman had a boot on his gut, holding him down. It was all done before anybody could blink.

The woman than looked at the Headmaster and his deputy with a stern look and asked, "Does all your professors cast potentially dangerous spells at every prank? Hmm?"

"I assure you, this is a one time deal," Dumbledore responded.

"I'll be telling the school board if you don't punish him," was the response of the teenager replied, "And I will make sure Pixie here will be punished for her prank."

"He will be punished, appropriately, by the time he is discharged from our medical wing," came the headmasters response with a slight sweat to his brow, he doesn't need the school board to look into things, not now. "Now will you please release my professor."

The girl gave him a look and finally let off of him as he was taken to the nurse's office by the redheaded woman.

"Now when will Coulson be here with the rest of the students?" Dumbledore asked, "I was under the impression he would have been here by now with the rest of the students that are participating."

Ms. Marvel reached into her boot and took out a letter from a compartment and handed it to the elderly man and said, "Their was some mix up with the paperwork and they won't be here for about another month or so."

Dumbledore took the letter and gave it a proper examination and said, "James, take our young guests to the guest quarters so our students can get some rest."

With a nod from a black haired man and bowed to the 2 girls and said, "If you will follow me I will show you to your personal quarters."

With a snort from the blonde and a glare from the bluenette they followed him into the castle.

To Be Continued…

A/N: I know that their is an actual mutant named Pixie in the X-Men Comics but I wanted to use the name for Hermione.