Chapter 6

I do not own anything you recognize from Marvel and Harry Potter.

I had to change up the years of the Harry Potter timeline since this story takes place in 2012 and I don't want the Avengers chasing after a twenty-five year old Harry. So the night he defeated Voldemort is now October 31st, 2000. Therefore he started going to Hogwarts in 2011, etc... But some events from the other books might be moved up a bit, as in happen sooner if you know what I mean...

Unfortunately, it's a much shorter chapter this time. I've been really busy so I'm actually just happy I got an update out.

Thanks for reading! I appreciate all reviews! :)

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Mhm. Jarvis, cut the alarm. What time is it anyways?" asked Tony groggily as his eyes fluttered open.

"It's 5:45 a.m., sir. This is when you asked me to wake you."

"Five more minutes," Tony stuck his head under the feather pillow.

"I must insist. Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barton are already awake, sir," Jarvis argued.

"Why does that make you think I'll get up?"

Jarvis didn't respond. "Thought so," muttered Stark.

But exactly five minutes later...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Sir, it has been five minutes."

"Ugh. You do not give up, do you?"

"Not really, sir."

Reluctantly, Tony had dragged his body out of the elegant bed, grabbed a cup of black coffee and made his way out to the main room. Upon his arrival he found Clint and Steve quietly chatting over coffee on opposite couches.

"I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Steve questioned as both him and the Agent turned their attention towatds Tony.

"No. Mr. Just Another Rather Very Idiotic System did."

"Would that happen to Jarvis?" Clint smirked.

Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "I thought it was 'Very Intelligent System'?"

Barton and Stark exchanged glances.

"You seem to be doing better," Tony sat down next to Clint and placed his mug on the glass table.

"To be honest, I feel absolutely fine now," Steve replied.

He had obviously taken a shower since there was no longer dried blood all over the right side of his face. Also, it seemed he no longer had a headache. Since his hair hid most of his gash anyways, Steve had removed the bandage.

"Maybe doc will let you drive," Clint sipped his coffee again.

"I think we'll need a new bike first," Steve laughed.

"True. What if you," Clint pointed to Tony, "rode around in the suit-"

"Crap," Tony abruptly slapped his hand on his forehead. "I left the suit in the car when I shouldn't of. I'm going to get it, and you two are to stay right here and don't tell Pepper it happened. Okay?" Tony Stark ran out of the hotel room.

"He'll never learn, will he?" Steve chuckled.

"Probably not."

"So you were saying something about Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"Yeah. Apparently, we lost any account of her school records after she turned eleven."

"Odd. Did you find this out when you were tracking her?"

"Yes. We've been searching for as much information as we can find. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been breaking into British government files, etc. We've even considered asking for Stark's help with the tech, but since it's usually him hacking into us we'd rather keep our pride."

"Ah. What's your next step?"

"Finding where she is now. She doesn't have a cell phone we can track and her only public criminal record says she was arrested twelve years ago for murders. But it doesn't say which department or country did it or which prison she was sent to. Which is extremely out of the ordinary. It's like she disappeared off the planet. So someone, or 'something' definitely doesn't want her to be located."

"What other relatives does Harry have?"

"His mother's cousin is still alive. His name is Sirius Black but he's in prison too. He was named godfather by James. We have the same exact problem with him. Arrested twelve years ago for murder, of his best friend and eleven other people actually, no school records after age eleven and no details on his arrest. Harry is also distantly related to a family by the name of the Malfoys."

"Have you checked them out?"

"We've gone into them a little. We're planning a special visit soon. They also don't have school records after age eleven. It's a married couple, Lucious and Narcissa, and her maiden name was Black. Their son, Draco, was apparently homeschooled until the age of eleven and then, nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's just so odd and happening to each of Harry's relatives? So strange."

"Who else does he have?"

"His uncle, Thor. And Bellatrix's first affair with Rodolphus Lestrange. She kept the last name, just not the man. He was also arrested twelve years ago."

"I haven't heard much about his parents. I mean, James and Lily," Steve stared into his coffee, obviously thinking hard.

"Murdered. Both of them. Same night in their house. Twelve years ago."

"Twelve years ago, twelve years ago. It all happened twelve years ago. But why? Do you have any dates for the arrests and murders?"

"Um...yeah. All of it took place October 31st, 2000."

"All of it. The same night," Steve muttered. "It doesn't make sense. This best friend of Sirius Black that he killed. What was his name?"

"Peter Pettigrew. Apparently both Black and Pettigrew were best friends with James. There was another man who was good friends with all three of them as well. His name was Remus Lupin and his school records also disappear after eleven."

"Bellatrix. What's her maiden name?"

"Black."

"Named after stars."

"What?"

"The Blacks. Their first names. Bellatrix, Sirius, Narcissa... Those are all stars. Tell me what stars remind you of," Steve pointed at Clint.

"Space. The galaxy, universes..."

"Keep going."

"Different realms...um..."

Steve stared intently at him.

"Asguard," Clint whispered, his eyes widening.

"How far does the Black heritage go?"

"Centuries but - ."

"We don't know how old the gods are. Especially Loki and Thor. I have a feeling he's old friends with the Black family."

Just then, Tony walked in, his full armor on with his facemask up. "Did I miss something?"

"Somewhat, yeah."

"I think we need to get back on the road," Clint muttered.

The car situation hadn't really improved much. After they ditched the jacked-up bike at the hotel, Tony had taken flight above the highway and set up his radio so he could talk to the car below him. On the ground, Clint was now driving, Steve had won shotgun and Natasha, Bruce, and Thor all in the back. Natasha had the middle seat squished in between the doctor and the thunder god. Everyone had their 'battle clothes' on, except for Bruce, who was once again wearing a business suit. Barton and Rogers had explained what they had figured out this morning.

"I knew nothing about any of this. His affair with this mortal, and knowing the Black family for such a long while. I knew of some visits to Earth he made now and again but asides from that I had no idea. I had already been betrayed by my brother in so many ways. I never thought his deception went this far..." Thor's grip tightened on his hammer and he scowled at the seat in front on him.

"So you knew nothing, all along?" Natasha turned her head toward him.

"Nothing."

Clint sighed.

"Wait..." Thor looked up, "There was one thing he said, with his fight with me, prior to when I thought him dead. It was while I was demolishing the bridge... he said, 'What are you doing?! If you destroy the bridge, you'll never see her again!' And then, he tried to stab me again," Thor put on his thinking face. "He didn't want me to destroy that bridge. He thought my love for Jane would cause me never to do it. Loki didn't want the disconnection from Earth. I'm just realizing this now..."

"Well that's definitely a lead. Sort of," Bruce tipped his head to one side.

"So he did care about them. The Blacks. And Harry. But then why would he come back a year later and try to destroy the Earth? It doesn't make sense!"

"Maybe he changed his mind again and he actually doesn't care about them now," Tony suggested, his voice cackling over the radio.

"He didn't come to destroy the Earth. He want to rule it. And he wanted revenge. On me," Thor muttered.

"That's it!" Clint exclaimed, slapping his hand on the driver's wheel.

"What's it?"

"Loki must have promised her the world."

"Well now we're all in a soap opera. Good work, Bird Brains," said Stark.

After almost being ran over by a motorcycle, Dobby had been a lot more careful in the mortal world. Staying down low, constantly running into bushes. But now he was back near the highways of London, looking for a black Acura and a man flying in gold and bright red suit. He was whimpering and shaking, just thinking about what his Master had just sent him to do.