Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, the Avengers, or any characters you recognize from J.K. Rowling or Marvel and any mistakes found in any of the chapters are my own.

So in my story Dumbledore, Snape, Tonks, Remus, and Fred don't die because I love them too much! Sadly Sirius however did, but it's necessary for my story!

I was laying down on my side and the world felt like it was spinning as I silently groaned and snuggled into what I thought was my pillows. However when I opened my eyes I was shocked at the scene in front of me.

I was no longer in my dormitory wearing my old quidditch jersey and a pair of Harry's pajama pants. Instead I found myself in a serene garden laying in a bed of deep blue and purple ocean breeze orchids; blue, purple, and pink multicolored hibiscuses, and deep blue iris'; and instead of wearing my normal night clothes I was instead wearing a beautiful cream lace and linen night gown that contrasted beautifully with my brown skin giving it a golden glow. I looked over into the distance and gasped at the sight of a beautiful golden city.

'Where was I?'

'Obviously this had to be some weird dream because I have never seena place as beautiful as this…'

'If only my real life could be aspeaceful and serene as this…'

I was broken out of my thoughts when I heard a gasp. I quickly turned around and faced two of the most handsome men I have ever seen in my life. They were both very tall and seem to contrast each other in appearance, but they were both still enchanting. The blonde one had hair down to his shoulders, well trimmed facial hair and muscles the size of buldgers. He wore a deep red tunic with black trousers that fit his defined body perfectly making my eyes travel up and down his figure repeatedly. The raven haired one had his hair slick back down to his shoulders, and his lean body was noticeable in his Slytherin green tunic and dark gray users. But, what stood out to me most was their eyes.

The blonde one had the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. And the raven haired one had emerald green eyes that seemed to shine in the light. I was so busy checking them out that I barely noticed that they were coming closer to me with a look of awe on their faces.

"It's you, it's really you…" The raven haired one said as they stopped in front of me. They both looked down at my 5'3" form with clear devotion and love on their faces which shocked me.

"What do you mean? Have we met before?" I asked confused. I'm pretty sure I would remember faces like theirs. "Only in our dreams dear one." The blonde one said smiling slightly grabbing my attention again.

"I don't understand." I was still puzzled as to why they would be in my dreams, and I hated when people spoke in riddles. It was one of my pet peeves about Dumbledore.

"Allow me to explain," The raven haired one spoke up, "My name is Loki and this is my brother Thor. We are the princes of Asgard. And you young one are our fated one. We have waited a millennium for you." He said with a loving smile.

I froze in my spot. This is utterly insane.

It's finally happened, I've officially gone mad. Why in the bloody hell am I dreaming about Norse gods. I mean sure we've learned about them in Ancient Runes, but I always thought they were just legends. I mean even though I'm a witch I have to draw the line somewhere when it comes to stuff like this. I realized that I was over analyzing the situation so I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.

I felt sparks flying up my hands making my eyes fly open and I saw Loki and Thor holding both of mine looking down at me patiently.

"It is only fair that we learn our beloved's name after we have told you ours." Loki said as he and Thor traced my hands with their fingers making me gasp at the delicious tingles that were shooting through my body and warmed my core. I swallowed a moan that desperately wanted to be let out and took another deep breath before speaking again.

"Umm.. It's Lyra, my name is Lyra. Lyra Andromeda Black." I said trying to slow my heart rate down as they ran their fingers gently up and down my arms.

"Lyra, so beautiful. Our little Lyra. Our little harp." Thor said smiling as he and Loki gently caressed my cheeks making me close my eyes and sigh and the wonderful feeling. This is by far the best dream I have ever had, I'm just sad that it will all go away once I wake up. We were broken out of our embrace when we heard what sounded like chanting.

I looked past Thor and Loki and saw three beautiful women dressed in long flowing silk robes. One had hair as black as night, another had hair as bright as fire, and the last had hair as white as the moon.

Thor and Loki seemed to know who they were because they gasped and looked to the ground in respect. And I thought I heard Loki mutter

'The Norns...'

Then the women spoke up and spoke all together in an omniscient voice.

There would be a young girl who once she reaches her nineteenth year she will be fated to two princes, brothers in all, but blood and together they will bring peace to the nine realms. Her beauty cannot be matched by any and her soul will be pure. She will be loyal to the ones she loves, with the heart of a lion. She will seek out peace and justice. On their fated day she will then bare their runes and they will bare her mark...

Suddenly a horrible pain that reminded me of the cruciatus raked through my body making me fall to the ground. The last thing I remember before blacking out was Thor and Loki hovering over me with worried expressions.