A Cold Hand

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter and The Avengers/Thor.

Summary: Harriet Lily Potter escapes to New York when she realizes her never ending life isn't going anywhere, Loki Laufeyson, as punishment by Odin for attempting to rule Midgard, must stay in his original form. The two damaged souls meet unexpectedly, will a bond be made between the two?

Rating: T

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, cursing, mentions of torture, death and child abuse, fem!Harry.

Pairing: fem!Harry/Loki

a/n: hey guys how's your 15 months been without me? ;) the authors note will probably be up for another week until i feel like deleting it. also i said that i would post this chapter tomorrow but tomorrow to me is like 5 hours plus its like 1am where i am right now. why did i name this chapter disturbing? who knows because i certainly dont. imma answer a question now

READ! i am so sorry on how short and probably shitty this chapter is but its only part one so the next chapter will be longer I promise.

Silvermane1: yes I suppose she could take him to Gringotts (that's really good thinking by the way) but considering that Odin and Loki are gods, their magic probably rivals that of goblins by a lot. Although that gives me an idea and i might add some of this into later chapters.

Disturbing Scars Part 1

She didn't know where her thoughts were leading her right now, all she could focus on was her uncle and aunt, with her pig like cousin. She hated them. She hated them so much she couldn't even fathom. They ruined her life and they were happy about it, cocky. They had left scars that she had no hope of ever getting rid of, the thick, white markings were never going to stop blemishing her skin. Callouses patched onto her small, nimble fingers from all of the rough work she has had to endure her whole life. After she had finally escaped the Dursleys, she was left with a cold numbness in her entire body. Would she be grateful she was away from them? Or would she be sad that everything was fucked up and that she would never have any chance of fixing it.

The witch's sock clad feet padded across the hard wood of her kitchen. The kitchen wasn't small, nor was it big, the perfect sized for her and her cooking on a daily basis. The green eyed woman was amazing at cooking, everyone loved her cooking, Loki even seemed to like it. It was a habit of hers to cook, her absolutely wretched relatives would make her cook for them, every meal, everyday, for years. Giving her small portions of the meals that she would slave over for hours a day.

If Harriet was going to be honest with herself, she had to admit that the wizarding world was more terrifying to her than her relatives. She felt guilt about it. All of the terrible things her relatives had done to her at the beginning of her life. Ron and Hermione were there, everyone she knew loved it there. The guilt pooled into her chest at the thought of her friends. They had no clue on where she was, they were probably worried about her, thinking about her everyday. They might even be eating biscuits and drinking tea while chatting about her. It would be better if she could keep her distance from them. It wasn't like she was dying anytime soon.

They were living there life happily without it. She knew if she was there with them that she would just fuck up the blissful peace that had settled over them. Someone would go after her, try and destroy her, like they even had a chance. It felt as though no one understood that she was had a life herself, a future she needed to pursue. The ignorance and hatred of people were appalling. People viewed Harriet like she was some kind of object, a thing with no feelings, nothing that was important. Just something someone could put on a shelf and keep there and brag about.

She wasn't clean. She never would be.

But she was alone.

She was alone and it was better than being with people who treated her like a puppet. The poster child of justice.

She shuddered and quickly turned her thoughts away from what she was thinking of. They were far away from her now... they wouldn't get her. She swore that they would never hurt her again. They wouldn't get her. She wouldn't allow it.