Spiders are a Witch's Best Friend

Summary: Hermione has never been normal, Muggleborn Witch status aside, so when her father Jonathan disappears, Hermione is left to seek out her mother, whom she has never met.

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Chapter 2)

Natasha Romanoff had seen some weird things, these last few weeks a clear indication of how weird her life could and would be getting.

A 12 year old British girl showing up to SHIELD, claiming to be her daughter?

Not only weird, but impossible.

"I can't be your mom." She told the British girl. "I'm…"
"Sterile." She finished.

Natasha considered the girl. They were in one of the interrogation rooms, with Nick Fury, Clint Barton and Maria Hill. The girl had rather bushy brown hair and oddly familiar brown eyes…

"If you know that, then why do you think I'm your mother?" She asked, genuinely curious.

The girl's face gave away nothing. If anything, it became even more blank.

"Do you remember Jonathan Henry?"

Pain filled her.

How could she forget? He had been so sweet...and so cruel.

"After you left the..facility..they approached him with some..samples. They weren't perfect, so he added his own…" She looked Natasha in the eyes. "The samples were yours. I call you 'Mother', but it's quite of a loose term in this case. Jonathan used genetic samples from you and himself to create life. To create...me." She lifted up her shirt, revealing that she didn't have a belly button. "I'm sort of a fusion clone of you and him…"

Natasha stared at the girl. She swallowed.

"Your name?"
"Granger. Hermione Jean Granger."

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Tests confirmed that Hermione did have at least some of Natasha's genetic code.

"So you have a kid now. Congratulations." Clint told Natasha.

"I...Clint. What am I supposed to do?! Where's Jonathan?! What-"
"Whoa Nat. Calm down. Talk it over with Hermione. Also, I call being her godfather."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Let's go talk to...my daughter."

A warm feeling filled her.

They headed to where Hermione was, eating.

"So, where is Jonathan?" Natasha asked. Hermione frowned, swallowing.

"I don't know." She admitted. "I attend boarding school, and when I got home there was some people there." She shrugged apologetically. "I sort of blew up the house to escape."

"Using what?" Clint asked.

"Flour."

Natasha was impressed.

"Hermione, any reason why anyone would want you or your father?" She asked.

"..." Hermione sighed. "I..was created to replace you. At some point though, Father saw me not as an experiment but as his child. I had been in the Room for three years by then, but he escaped with me. They didn't take kindly to it though." Hermione frowned. "We've been running ever since. We use false ids and I technically don't exist."
"How do you go to boarding school then?" Clint wondered. Hermione ignored him.

"I don't really have anywhere to go, at least not until school starts up again...And I really don't want to transfer to an American school…" This last part was practically whispered.

"I'm sure I can set up a safe house in England. I'd like to meet your teachers and the person in charge of your school as well."
"My Headmaster?"

Natasha nodded. "Yes, your HeadMaster."

"I'll send a letter." Hermione said.

"A letter?" Clint asked.

"No cell service." She explained. "It's kind of an...old fashioned school. No electronics."

"Odd." Clint told her, before turning to Natasha. "Maybe Tony can help with the house." He suggested. Natasha nodded in agreement.

He turned back to Hermione.
"ANother question. Do you have a godparent?"

"No." She replied, bemused.

"Can I be your godfather?"

Hermione looked outright amused. "Sure."

"Okay then."

Natasha stood. "We need to do some paper work, and we should probably call Stark."

"Hell, invite all the Avengers." Clint through in, standing and stretching.

"Hermione, you'll need to send the letter as soon as possible."

"I can find a post office." Hermione said. "Can I go alone."

"No. Clint will go with you."

Hermione nodded at this.

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Hermione quickly escaped Clint-sorry, Uncle Clint-'s watchful eye. Luckily, she found a Wizard Alleyway rather quickly, and wrote a missive to Professor Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Professor Dumbledore, I have recently come into the care of my Mother, Natasha Romanoff, as my father is currently absent. She is a Muggle American, and is unaware of the Magical World. While she has agreed to let me continue studying in Britain, she wishes to meet you and my teachers. I feel it would also be a good time to let her know that I am a Witch.

I do not know my mother's home address, but she works at a place known as SHIELD. She wrote down the address. I look forward to seeing you.

Hermione J. Granger, Gryffindor House."

A rather nice barn owl took the letter, as she paid the wizard behind the counter.

"Don't worry." The wizard assured her. "He's our fastest. He'll get it to the recipient in three days or less."

Indeed, three days later, Dumbledore would receive the letter. Plans to let Miss Granger's mother know of the Wizarding world arose.

For now though, Hermione returned to a worrisome Uncle Clint. She assured him that she was fine, and had already sent the letter.

"Alright escape artist. Time to meet the Avengers."

"Who?"

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Next Chapter-The Avengers!