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!

Thor's Rune: pin/461830136765402464/

Loki's Rune:

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Lyra's mark that is on Thor and Loki:

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So, I've been envisioning Lyra as indigenous model Samantha Harris and her mother Safira as Zoe Saldana…

I splashed water on my face trying to calm down the thoughts that were racing through my mind. We had left the hospital wing and came up to Gryffindor tower so I would be able to wash off. The entire way up here I was stationed in between the both of them and I have me a sense of security I had not felt in a long time, although I did have to throw glares at the fee bold girls who though it would be suitable to approach them, complete twats if you ask me. I almost couldn't believe the sudden urge of possessiveness that surged through me and a part of me was still overwhelmed by the happenings of my morning. I, Lyra Andromeda Black, was bonded to two princes, and together we were somehow supposed to bring peace to the nine realms.

I shook my head trying to calm myself before I looked into the mirror examining the girl staring back at me; I had never thought of myself as exceptionally beautiful or flawless I had always considered myself pretty average compared to most. My unruly black curls had always been a pain to manage, and usually left something to be desired. I was short compared to most girls my age and had a somewhat toned body from years of playing Chaser on the house quidditch team, but the scars I had acquired due to our numerous adventures and conflicts usually made me shy away from exposing skin. A lot of people have told me that I almost a carbon copy of my mother Safira, except for my gray eyes which I inherited from my father. I smiled sadly remembering one of the last conversations I had with him, it was Christmas during my fifth year,

'It was late Christmas night and everyone had gone to sleep. I tossed back in forth in bed unable to sleep, so I quietly made my way down stairs to get some warm milk. I made my way to the kitchen and saw that the light was on, I waked in and saw my father at the table drinking a glass of brown liquor. He looked up upon my arrival and smiled.

"Couldn't sleep either poppet?"

I smiled and shook my head negatively and he pulled out the seat next to him.

"Well then, come take a seat next to your old man."

I smiled and sat down in the chair scooting it closer to his and laid my head down on his shoulder.

"Kreacher." I quietly called for the house leg and he popped into the room with his normal scowl in his face as he glanced at my father, but he dropped it as he turned to me. He had been relatively nice to me during my stay at Grimmuald place and was usually more pleasant when I was around.

"The young mistress called?"

"Yes, will you please make me a glass of warm milk Kreacher?"

"Of course mistress." He quickly made me my glass and popped away once more.

Me and my father sat in relative silence before I hesitantly asked a question that I had been dying to ask for a while.

"Dad?"

"Yes poppet?"

"What was mum like?" I picked my head of his shoulder as he froze and nervously rung my hands awaiting his response. I had never asked him about her because every time someone brought her name up a haunted expression would pass on his face and he would retreat in solitude. All I've been told about her came from my grandparents and from my professors.

He sighed putting his drink down before speaking,

"She was a lot like you actually," he looked over at me with a small find sad smile wrapping an arm around my shoulder as I put my head back on his shoulder, "She had a big heart, and was the sweetest person I had ever met, but she always made sure people never mistook her kindness for weakness, for she was one of the fiercest witches I had been met," he said with a small chuckle, "She had a mean streak along with your Aunt Lily, the two of them together could bring even the most experienced wizards to their knees if they threatened someone they loved. She truly had a heart of gold. She was the only woman I ever truly loved. I can only hope that one day you find someone to love you the way we loved each other, because it is a feeling unlike any other." He said before giving me and kiss on the forehead.

"Do you think she would have been proud of me?" I asked in a small voice. I always wondered what my life would be life if my mother was still alive, I always wondered how she would have reacted to all of our adventures over the years. What it would feel like to have her worry for me, to have her give me advice, to even have her hug me…

"She would be immensely proud of you, just like I am."'

I sighed one more time before washing off and changing out of my quidditch jersey and joggers and into a short sleeve black and white stripped boxy cropped tee, high waisted skinny ripped blue boyfriend jeans, and my white high top Converse trainers. I put my curly hair into a messy bun situated on the top of my head before walking out of the bathroom and back into my dorm where Thor and Loki were waiting for me.

They were sitting on my bed looking through a photo album that had pictures all the way back from when I was little I had left out for them. They looked up upon my arrival and smiled, but they quickly turned into frowns as they looked down at my right arm which confused me until I realized that I had forgotten to put my glamour back on after washing off to cover my scar that Bellatrix gave me the day we were captured by the snatchers and held captive at Malfoy manor.

I sighed as I rubbed the 'blood traitor' scar and as my significant others came up to me with fury on their faces as they looked toward my scar.

"Who did this to you?!" Loki demanded as a sickly green light danced between his fingers.

"It doesn't matter, that person is long gone. They won't be able to hurt me again." I sighed pushing back the memories of that night trying to block out the sounds of Hermione's screams of terror and agony as well as my own.

"I shall have their heads! They shall rue the day they dare harm my beloved!" Thor exclaimed clutching his hammer as thunder cracked outside and the sky darkened.

I quickly grabbed their hands bringing their attention to me.

"Listen to me both of you! I'm fine, and they can't hurt me again, that woman is not worth your acknowledgement! Trust me when I tell you I paid her back for with interest." I scowled at the thought of that vile woman I'm ashamed of sharing blood with.

"But how do you know they won't hurt you again?! How?! We only just got you and I will not lose you!" Loki yelled clutching on to me.

"Because I killed her!" I exclaimed as my breathing speed up and flashes of the final battle sped through my mind. I quickly closed my eyes and I tried to push the horrid of that day from my memory, I could still hear the screams and cries of all the ones we lost. I could still see Hagrid carrying Harry through the precision and I could still feel the dread of thinking that the closet person I had to a brother was dead. I could still hear Voldemort's voice ringing out. And I could still hear Bellatrix taunting me in the Great Hall,

'Oh look, itty bitty Black wants to play…'

'Maybe now I can finally get rid of Sirius' little bastard…'

'Disgrace to the Black family name…'

'Nothing but a blood traiting whore, just like your mother…'

I was shaking as tears pooled from my eyes that were sealed tight, as though I was scared I would be right back in the middle of the battle.

"Love please calm yourself you are safe," Loki whispered in my right ear as I felt him and Thor wrapped me in their arms holding me in between them, "We're here, no one will hurt you ever again." Thor whispered in my left as he ran his hands up and down my back and Loki gently massage led the back of my neck making my breathing calm.

"I'm sorry…" I whispered looking down ashamed that I had lost control.

Loki quickly picked my head up making me look at both of them,

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, you have seen horrors, and dealt with much grief and sorrow, and no one as young as you should have to deal with things such as that. They are just memories and they cannot hurt you and we will not let any harm come to you for as long as we live."

He and Thor both gave me gentle kisses on my head and face as I took deep breaths calming myself down.

"Lyra," Thor started, "We need to know, who was it that did this to you?" He asked in a gentle tone.

I closed my eyes and sighed before answering,

"Her name was Bellatrix LeStrange. She's the woman who killed my parents" I took another deep breath trying to calm myself again, "She was also my father's cousin."

A look of rage passed over both of their faces before Loki spoke.

"Your own family did this to you?!" He fumed as more magic sparked through his fingers and I could literally feel it pouring out of him at that point, it was almost suffocating as I flowed through the room. Through the window I saw a flashes of lightening strike down as Thor seethed while his grip on my waist tightened.

"Well my father's family, with the exception of a few, wasn't exactly fond of me. To them were nothing but a bunch of blood traitors." I scowled at the thought.

"Why? What could you have possibly done to deserve this?!" Loki was now pacing the room to calm himself down.

"It looks like I have a lot to explain to the both of you." I took them both by the hand and sat down on my bed sitting in between them.

"Your going to want to get comfortable because this might take a while…"