X-Over between Avengers and Harry Potter; I shall semi stick to the plots. But I let my imagination take charge when I'm writing so no promises.

Warnings!: Will be SLASH! Death. Denial. Sexual encounters. Maybe underage stuffs. Might be crappy plot (apologies). Um might add more later on….

Mind Speak

Chapter 1: Alone, Yet Not

I bounced in my seat, not even trying to contain my excitement. Today was the day! I was at the leaving day feast and then I'd be on my way, home to Papa. He said he has a surprise for me. I can't wait.

My eyes light across the forms of Hermione and Ron down the table. My excitement flees. Ever since I destroyed Voldemort they had dropped me. Lost interest now that I was not important in their eyes. It hurt. It hurt badly. Especially since I had lost my Dad not too long ago. Having friends to support me would have helped greatly this past semester. Sadly, I am fully lacking in that department. No one is close enough to me for me to claim them as a friend. Yeah, sure people come and talk to me. I'm on the Quidditch team. But I'm always left on the outside of everything even if I'm there. People seem to treat me with awe and reverence, or fear and revulsion. I'm not seen as the thirteen, almost fourteen, year-old that I am.

It's no wonder I am excited to leave this place. Even if only for a summer. I'll be free of expectations and Papa will actually see me, not The-Boy-Conquer-of-Darkness. Seriously? The names the media come up with are still greatly lacking. How hard is it to come up with an actually decent name? Or better yet just use my actual name. At this point I'm beginning to wonder if anyone really knows my name. Like know, knows it. It was recently changed. Well, it's been almost a full year but still. Harry Ivan Potter-Black sounds so much better than the garbage I'm called in the news.

I sigh, looking down at my now empty plate. I've been ready to go for about an hour. And I've been sitting here just as long. Dumbledore decided we needed to eat as a 'family' as he has taken to calling the staff and student population. So we all had to come to the feast today. And we all have to wait to be excused. It's ridiculous! What about those who need to pack?

Well they shouldn't have waited so long. I have voices in my head now. Yeah I agree that sounds bad. But it's not like that. They appeared about a month ago. They seem to be getting stronger. From what they have told me (there are two of them), I am their submissive mate. The closer I get to being fourteen the louder they get in my head. The more of my environment they see. The one that just spoke I have taken to calling Snark. He laughed when I first called him that…I'm not sure why. The other voice I affectionately call Protector. He seems extremely protective of me, while I don't think Snark really knows how to protect anyone…even himself. Hey squirt! No need to be rude. Snark snipes.

I look down and hide a grin. Where is Protector, Snark? I hadn't heard from him all day and I was beginning to worry.

Sleeping. I took him out drinking last night. BTW he cannot hold his liquor…even though he said he could.

I roll my eyes covertly. "Now students I caution you to be careful. While the Dark Lord is gone life can still be dangerous. Have a wonderful summer! We wait anxiously to see you again this fall." Dumbledore's eyes find mine and bore into them as he spoke that line. "Now my final words of parting: Totter, Brindwill, Gobwop, Taine!" He seats himself, grinning regally as if he has spoken the most magnificent things. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Jumping from the table's bench I rush for the exit. I'm one of the first ones out. Retrieving Hedwig I go sit by the lake, spending my remaining moments outside in the sun.

No one came and sat by me on the train ride home. I didn't really expect anyone to do so but it still stung. Stung enough that I shed a few tears.

That was only a few tears? I'd hate to see you full out crying then.

I mentally glowered at Snark. Okay, so maybe I bawled my eyes out. Back off! I felt his presence recede, giving me space. I know I asked him to but it was too much. As his presence disappeared I could only feel the cold clutches of abandonment grab at me again. My sobbing resumed.

Leaning against the window as tears ran in rivers down my cheeks I began to go over my plan to tell Papa. How do you go about telling your parent you hear voices? And those voices tell you that you are their mate? Distracted by planning out the speech word for word that I'd give Moony my tears stopped, temporary abandonment forgotten. It could also help that Snark, accompanied by Protector, had returned to my head and both held me in a mental embrace.

After I don't know how long the station came into view. My insides turned to mush, liquefied by my excitement and dread. As the train pulled to a stop I was already standing, luggage in hand. The moment it stilled I rushed from the train, completely forgetting I had been crying and the remnants still remained on my face.

I spotted Papa almost instantly and was wrapped in his arms almost as fast. He laughed, tugging me into a tight hug. "Hey pup. How was school?" My answer was muffled since my face was in his robes. He pulled me back so I could answer again. Only his grip tightened on me as he viewed my face. "Cub. What happened?" he growled lowly. I remembered the tear stains then. Blushing I looked down at my feet, merely shaking my head. "Will you tell me at home?" I nodded. "Okay, do you need to go say goodbye to any friends before we go?" I shook my head, eyes still downcast. He sighed sadly but didn't comment. Pulling me close and grabbing my luggage we disappeared with a resound pop.