A/N: Ok what the holy heckity heck hecking heck? My page breaks aren't showing up. I'll fix it from now on sorry. I apologize also for anything saying chapter 4 was out I reposted chapter three as chapter four and then deleted the old chapter three because I had made some huge mistakes so here's chapter four officially. I might decided to put in some slash but I'm not going to do any official pairings and it prob won't be between a hp char and a marvel char. Maybe some random 1 night stands idk not Draco Loki they're just bffs. ALSO REGARDING THE DEMENTORS I take the darkness that they bring as a perceived darkness not like it literally becomes dark. I figure it brings depression and everything just seems dark when you're depressed so instead of actual darkness it'll be like that. Hope you understand that better than I do. And also Loki is Jotun so he doesn't get cold because they bring actual cold not perceived cold so that's how it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm poor. Especially not Marvel or Harry Potter. Talk to Jk Rowling or Stan Lee.
Chapter 4 - Sirius about Quidditch
Scratches on the other end. "S-s-sir? I-...gone too de-" The connection broke, static filled the communicator before it came back. "Drumstrang s-s-school of m-c" It glitched madly for a moment, the only sound heard were random syllables and letters. "We nee-in Scottl-d. I-i-it...Fur-... Romanov out." Almost mockingly, the last two words were incredibly clear from the communicator.
Director Fury threw down his communicator, but not hard enough to break it. Romanov didn't seem to be in too much trouble and she was scheduled to be picked up at six in three days. They'll have to discuss whatever mumbled garbage she had tried to tell him over the communicator then. Fury turned right.
"Stanley! Stop playing that stupid galaga game! Where are we at on Loki?" Stanley jumped, quickly exited out of the game and opened up one of the scanners.
"Sir we haven't really gotten anywhere, he hasn't shown up." Stanley looked over at Fury and the eyepatched man frowned disapprovingly. He strut down towards another group of computers to see what data he could scrounge up.
"We're screwed aren't we." Even though Fury hadn't really expected an answer, Hill's affirmative next to him wasn't really that startling.
Loki didn't enjoy fun. He could have fun but he couldn't enjoy it, professionally speaking. He could get caught up in the moment and suddenly find himself having fun, unable to stop it, but he does not seek it out nor necessarily create it. This Hogsmead trip was one of those times. He was getting caught up in the fun that he did not create, but wasn't motivated to rescind. Loki, Draco, Pansy, and Blaise were buying things at the multiple shops with Crabb and Goyle trailing along behind their blonde haired friend. Loki tried to imitate a thirteen year old child as well as he could, which, admittedly, wasn't very good, but he couldn't very well sit at Hogwarts with nothing to do when he had such a fabulous opportunity. He didn't get anything, making sure his rich friends didn't realize he was poor in his present state with very little to his name and had a knack for theft. It wasn't until they walked into a treats store that Loki began stuffing his pockets. He made sure to swipe as little as possible and as swiftly and quietly as possible. There was one very close call where the bushy haired genius girl who had two bags full of candy had watched him place a chocolate frog in his pocket. She seemed ready to call him out on it until a red-headed, freckled boy came bouncing up to her. She seemed to drop the whole issue of Loki's kleptomania then when she turned back and he was gone.
They had stopped to grab some butterbears and a lunch before they all headed back to Hogwarts and Loki feigned not being hungry but Pansy insisted, even paying for his meal for him. He was very grateful for that and couldn't help thinking how if she were a little less pug-nosed she'd be quite pretty. He also thought about how maybe if she was a little nicer she'd have more girlfriends and things. She was almost like Sif, hung out with all males and was completely rude to everyone but those already friends with her.
Draco and Loki found themselves walking alone, besides Crabb and Goyle of course, down the streets. They chatted and listened to the two big buffoon's arguing behind them. Their feet crunched against snow as they continued to walk, white flecks sticking to their clothes and melting against their fair cheeks. They walked alone, quietly, for quite some time before they had to return to Hogwarts.
On the way back, Loki found himself popping Bertie's every flavoured bean or whatever their name is. He had snatched a pack off the shelves and would examine them before eating. Whenever Loki would find a disgusting flavoured bean, he'd hand it to Draco. He couldn't help but smile whenever Draco would spit out a bean and glare at Loki. With Loki's advanced Jotun smell, he could determine the flavour of every bean once he pulled it out of the packet.
"Why is it that every bean I get is disgusting, and all of yours seem fine?" Loki just laughed.
It wasn't until they approached Hogwarts that Loki got a strange feeling. Once inside, Loki slunk away from the other Slytherins on their way to the dungeons and followed his instincts. He found himself in a tower when he saw a large gathering of students. They seemed jumpy and Loki quickly went invisible. He crept up behind the students and saw a crudely torn painting on the wall of some sort of room. All of the students surrounding the painting were wearing the Gryffindor colours and Loki accurately assumed that the painting was the entrance to their common room. After a few minutes of observing, he discovered that this 'Sirius Black' man had broken into Hogwarts. Loki, of course, had no clue whatsoever who this Black fellow was, and he didn't find it too unsettling. The school was not as impenetrable as they thought it was and their ignorance to this would be their downfall.
Loki didn't find anything interesting after this discovery and made his way back to the dungeons. It wasn't long after that Professor Snape burst in, ordering all of the students up and out. As one, they shuffled down to the Great Hall, where they were ordered to sleep as the teachers searched the premises. Loki felt this unnecessary and decided to also search. He was much more likely to find something than these imbecilic magical professors. He excused himself to the restroom and duplicated himself. Turning invisible, he rushed to find the Gryffindor rooms again. The duplicate went back to the Great Hall to make nice with Draco and his "friends". Using one of his charms he learned on Asgard, he searched for any close presences. He humored the idea that maybe it would only pick up Asgardians but dismissed it when he felt the presence of the older woman from before. Mcgoogly or some sort of name.
It wasn't until he reached the classroom of one Professor Lupin that he found anything interesting. Though clouded, Loki could smell the canine in the air. The scent of dogs had always interested Loki, they smelled almost lighter, sweeter, than his son. It was easier on the nose, most definitely. It was less of a sense and more of a pleasant feeling, as with most animals, when around them. He wondered why he would smell dogs near a Professor's classroom and would have dismissed it had he known it was not the smell of the Wolf-Man. He stepped closer to the wooden door, its handle a cold brass knob, plain and indistinct. Grasping it within his thin, childish hands, Loki prepared to open the door when it turned beneath his fingers. The Wolf-Man stepped out of room, Loki jumping back against the far wall in alarm. He closed the door behind him and locked it with a small key. He sniffed the air and looked in Loki's direction, pulling out his wand.
"Homenum Revelio," he whispered. Loki had remembered hearing of the spell in one of his classes and would have been alarmed if he were human. Fortunately, the spell did not reveal Jotuns and Loki was safe. The Wolf-Professor walked away in a swift manner, pushing his thin wand up his sleeve and shaking out his coat. Loki let out the breath he was holding and pushed back his still curly hair. He had decided to let it stay curly and long, as he didn't want it to be ruined further and had yet to get any hair products for it that met his standards.
Loki could remember when he was this age and Frigga would brush and smooth his hair for him every night and every morning. Being back in his child form, he almost felt himself missing her touch. Now he would never feel her touch again, for he had screwed it up as he does everything else. He screwed up destroying Jotunheim, he screwed up taking over Midgard, getting the tesseract, and killing the Avengers, he had screwed up everything. Now what was he to do? When he regains his health and magic, where would he go? Try taking over Midgard and failing again? Go home to people who never wanted him in the first place? Go back to prison? No, he would have to come up with a better plan. One he would have to worry about later, for Dumbly door man was rushing down the halls in his direction. Loki easily replaced himself with his duplicate illusion who then dissipated into nothingness. Loki dreamed of terrible things that night.
Soon after the Sirius Black incident, Loki found himself positively enthralled with the mortal, magical sport Quidditch. He didn't participate and found the idea of riding around on cleaning supplies incredibly ridiculous, but could appreciate the intelligence and skill required to play. Loki went to most of the games he could fit into his schedule and found himself at a game pitting the brave Gryffindors against the loyal Hufflepuffs. The crafty boy who enjoyed staring at Loki was the Gryffindors seeker and was a pretty good on at that. Loki had watched them practice, invisible of course, and had noticed as much.
It wasn't until this particular match that something went horribly wrong. Loki was in the stands, enjoying the game, when the snitch appeared. The small golden ball flew up into the clouds and Pottery followed. The Hufflepuff seeker noticed and followed him into the clouds. Loki watched as they flew up and out of sight before feeling very strange. It was seemed to become dark, but it was a strange darkness. Light did not leave and darkness did not come. It just suddenly was dark. A darkness that could drive a person mad with depression. Loki thought of all of the darkness he had seen in his life and all of the absolute heartache and pain he experienced. He remembered every bad thought or feeling he ever had, every bad memory was dragged to the surface.
It was too much. He didn't know what caused it but he just wanted it to go away. For all the pain and the hurt to leave. To leave him alone. Alone as he was now that he had lost everything he ever had. His so called "family" who never really loved him, the friends that were never really his, the power that was taken as easily as it was given. He realized something then, he never really had anything. He was just a runt Jotun, left out to die, who had been taken in to a house to be used for Odin's selfish desires. A stolen relic who didn't belong in the Odin house with all of their golden light and all of his bleak darkness. They were beautiful and he was nothing. Deserved everything he had been given. Deserved to die and he couldn't even do that right.
Loki came back to reality and noticed he was being lifted from his seat in the stands by Draco, who had come with him to the match. Draco looked at him worriedly, like a friend would. Loki didn't deserve friends, especially not ones like Draco. He may be a snobbish prude but he was kind when it mattered. He paid attention and didn't brush him off as if he was some sort of leech like Thor and his friends had in their youth. Loki watched Draco's lips move without hearing what he said as an unbearable weight hit him. He didn't want to get up, he didn't want to do anything. He wanted to die. Draco tugged him up though and managed to get him off of the stands before Loki simply collapsed. Before doing so, he watched as many large black beings, looking just like the thing Potter boy's Boggart had turned into, swoop down and attack the students. As his eyes shut, an impossibly white light pushed them away.
A stunningly attractive young woman stepped out of a still running helicopter, curly red hair a mess and clothes in disarray. She walked in impossibly high black stiletto shoes that clacked against the pavement of the top of the helicarrier as she walked swiftly to director Fury's office. She shoved passed the various S.H.E.I.L.D. agents with a purpose and went directly into the Director's office.
"Sir, we've got a problem," she said curtly. The director sighed in annoyance and pulled his hands together.
"What is it this time."
A/N: Thanks R/R read above note to answer some questions you might have.