A/N WOW! Thank you so very much for all the follows and favorites! I did do a lot of research for this, like re-watching the Marvel movies (Such a difficult life I live! Being forced to watch movies, oh woe is me!).

There will be some mentions of what our favorite superheroes are doing in this chapter, but they won't come up properly until chapter 3. This is still worth reading, else you'll be a bit confused later on.

DISCLAIMER: I own everything! (Grabs laptop and dashes away) …. …. … (Long silence), NEVERMIND (Muffled yell from far away), I DON'T! Gotta dash from a mad J.K Rowling and a lot of CEO's! (Distant yell) I OWN NOTHING! (Trails off…)

Chapter Two

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Godrics Hollow, Potter House, Living room. 2004, December 29th 11:34 AM – Hali's a few months old.

Inside the Potter House, there was absolute silence – something that was odd to come by, what with the rowdy people living there. But, there was a reason the occupants of the Potter House waited with baited breath. And that was getting their daughter, Hali, to say her first words.

Hali poked a tongue out at her parents, to her amusement, James and Lily were competing to try and get her to say respectively, 'Daddy', and 'Mommy'.

"Say mommy, Pumpkin!" Lily said pleadingly, and Hali was slightly awed at Lily's big, green, puppy-dog eyes. Really, Hali should make use of her own eyes, if they could do half the damage Lily's could, "I know you can do it, say it like this – mommy." Lily pronounced painstakingly slowly, a large smile making dimples on her lightly freckled face.

The group was situated in the cozy living room, a few brown and red plump couches took up most of the space. A thick maroon rug coated the dark red wooden floor, and a large Christmas tree was placed in a nearby corner, it's ornaments reflecting the fire that came from a brick fireplace, which was sending flickering patterns across the room.

Outside the window's, and visible through the partially open red and brown curtains (Can you guess the color scheme?), snow fell strongly, covering all it landed on.

Sirius, Peter, and Remus sat on the couch beside Lily and James's loveseat – or, Remus and Peter were sitting, and Sirius was perched on the arm of the couch. Even though Remus complained they had plentyof space on the couch left.

Hali, meanwhile, was caught in indecision; she didn't know which parent-name to say. Whoever's she picked, she'd make the other irritated – and she really didn't want to be the cause of a feud between her two parents. The problem was, Hali had never been a part of a family – a loving one – meaning she was constantly surprised at how forgiving they were to each other.

The Weasleys (while she loved them dearly), were not a good demonstration, since Hali couldn't tell if the Weasley's were how all family's acted. This made her worry about messing something up, a silly notion she couldn't seem to get out of her head.

"Maaaaa –" Hali began, and Lily beamed in encouragement, but Hali looked the crestfallen James (Who was only being melodramatic – but Hali didn't realize), and her face scrunched up in frustrated way. How was she to make them both happy?

There was a lengthy pause as Hali figured out exactly how to make everything okay, she'd simply go in a middle ground. But what was a middle ground in-between mum and dad? Sadly, she hadn't the faintest idea.

"Daaaa" Hali stalled, and James grinned brightly, but now Lily was scowling at James, "Mmmmma – Mma – Mad manatee's!" Hali blurted out the first thing she could think of, and that's what it just so happened to be.

Dead silence followed her proclamation, and everyone traded confused looks.

"Weird kid." Sirius said finally, causing Remus to swat him on the shoulder with a glare.

James shrugged, "Peter?" he offered hesitantly.

Lily nodded, "That does seem like something he'd do…"

Peter frowned, forehead creasing into a worried look, "But… I didn't!" He protested.

Remus patted him on the back, "We're not mad."

"But –" Peter tried, but ended up just sighing and shaking his head, knowing a lost cause when he saw one.

Lily smiled encouragingly, "That's right, Peter. You really ought to come clean."

Peter gave another helpless sigh, "Fine…" He said rather sullenly, although his lips twitched in amusement.

There was another length of silence as Hali stared at everyone with wide eyes. Were they not happy with her first word? Would they give her away, now that she'd disappointed them? No… no they wouldn't… – Right?

Hali shook her head to her own thoughts, the Dursley's behavior was just getting to her, but she still couldn't get rid of the nagging worry.

Then Lily smiled, standing up abruptly, "I'm going to tell Alice all about Hali's first words! Neville hasn't said his yet, oh... how exciting!" She practically squealed, before dashing off, still in her fluffy slippers.

In record time, she slid across the freshly-polished wooden floor – once she was off the rug – and came to a halt in front of the fireplace. Lily snatched from Floo powder from a painted pot, and tossed it into the fire.

"Longbottom's Cabin!" She cried out, and in front of her rather entertained family and friends, she was whisked off to the Longbottom's house.

Hali gave a small start, as she always did with people mentioning Alice and Frank Longbottom so casually. Back in her world it had always been such a taboo subject to bring up, as it upset Neville.

Curiously, she wondered if the Neville of this world would be anything like the Neville of her own world. Probably not, a different family had very different effects on a child, as Hali had observed from years at Hogwarts.

Hali blinked out of her thoughts when James lifted her up, plonking her onto his lap and bouncing her slightly.

"Manatee!" Hali declared, giving a baby eye roll to everyone. As though saying 'it's just a word', even though her heart rate relaxed and she slumped down – not even aware of the tension she'd had.

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Godrics Hollow, Potter House, The Hallway. 2007, July 31st 9:10 AM – Hali's third birthday.

"Happy birthday Hali!" Sirius said, popping up so suddenly that Hali nearly called the Elder Wand to her.

"Your three years old today? How about that!" Sirius said in faux wonderment, "You haven't even had your first prank yet!" He paused, looking around as though frightened Lily would turn up the moment he tried to speak, and Hali quirked a jet-black eyebrow. "But don't worry… we can do it together"

"Sirius, stop corrupting my daughter!" Lily's voice rang from downstairs, where she was no doubt cooking a special breakfast meal. Thank goodness that Hali was able to eat proper food, breastfeeding was one of the most traumatic experiences of her life. Mostly because she was very self-conscious of just what she was sucking on… with a small shudder Hali inwardly declared she'd rather face Voldemort than do that again.

"How'd you kno –" Sirius then quickly backtracked, "I mean… why would you think that?" Sirius yelled back, fumbling around with his words, and looking at Hali with pleading puppy-dog eyes. "Don't tell her, don't tattle. Please don't!" Sirius pleaded, dropping to his knees onto the upstairs hallway carpet in a very dramatic fashion, then putting his hands together as though praying.

Hali raised her eyebrows at him, and stuck her hands on her hips – trying to look as tall as possible. It didn't work, judging by the way Sirius's faux desperate look faltered and he bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"Only if you let the cat into Peter's room."

Sirius shook his head gravely (ignoring Lily's reply of "You always are corrupting everyone you meet! Besides, I can you hear you, your right above the kitchen!").

"No deal." Sirius said, they hadn't told Hali officially about them being Animagus's, and Hali 'innocently' thought that Peter was frightened of cats and (Like a good child) she wanted to help him get over his fear – and she would forever stick with that story.

In all actuality Hali wasn't as against Peter as she had been, she'd figured that this was a new life and he didn't actually betray them here. So, it was more of a tradition (Even that excuse sounded bad in her head) where she'd frighten him with some tricks with the always present Elder Wand.

Well, it wasn't always present in physical form, but she could feel its existence in the corner of her mind and could – with just a thought – bring it and the other Deathly Hallows to her. So at any time she needed one of them, they would come. Making her the MISTRESS OF HIDE AND SEEK!

Invisibility cloaks are not cheating, simply using the things she owned to her advantage….

Ok, fine, it was cheating, but, she did love to watch Sirius and James running around the house in confusion – trying to figure out how she always hid so well.

James took this moment to walk upstairs, probably paranoid that Sirius might being trying to teach Hali how to fly a broom again (James was more annoyed because he wanted to be the one to teach her, and not because it was dangerous).

Her father took one look at their position – Sirius on his knees and begging, and Hali with her little body held up imperiously like some overlord with her hands on her hips – and snorted. "Do I even want to ask?" He asked dryly, trying to stay looking serious and failing, laughing loudly he ran over to Hali and picked her up, swooping her around in the air, the wizard's version of 'airplane' (called 'broomstick').

"We've got grilled onions, and some eggs and toast ready to go in your belly!" and James poked her on the stomach, Hali wiggled and gave a small laugh (not a giggle!).

"Ok then!" Hali chirped, allowing herself to be carried down the staircase, something they didn't trust her with after she had tripped over Stephen, the fat family cat and fell down. Because she was still paranoid, she had called the Elder Wand to her midair – sending an overpowered cushioning charm to the stairs in a heartbeat. Hali was just lucky that she'd vanished the wand before anyone noticed it clutched in her hands, else she would have some very hard questions to answer too.

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Godric's Hollow, Potter House. In the Nursery. 2010, February 24th, 5:00 PM – Age five.

Hali was on her bedroom floor (Not a nursery), sitting cross legged, her eyes glowing a blinding green, her invisibility cloak flapping around her shoulders in an unseen wind. The now five-year-old looked to all the world like she was about to do some insane dark ritual. The smeared blood-red marks on the floor, forming the shape of a pentagon added to that affect. Hali cleared her throat, eyes flashing as she chanted.

"Mary had a little devil…" She sung in a low voice, and the wind grew stronger, "little devil… little devil… its eyes were red as blood…" She took a deep breath and sung louder, things were starting to rattle – a vase on her dresser nearly overturned "And everywhere that Mary went… the devil was sure to be there…. Watching"

The black – nearly purplish – stone embedded on a lace black choker glowed (The Resurrection Stone could turn itself into any garment she wished), flashing a brilliant black.

Hali's red dress fluttered around her in a supernatural manner, and her eyes shone a bone chilling killing curse green.

In front of the small, but dangerous looking girl, Hel appeared before Hali with the swoop of a black cloak that seemed almost withered.

Smoke poured out of the walls, and the shadows seemed to be closing in on them. The child-friendly torch brackets on the wall were doused in invisible water, going out with a foreboding sizzle. The room was cast into near darkness, other than the small melting candles that flickered unsteadily in a circle around Hali.

Hel looked around and an odd look crossed her face, who knew what this look could mean. This was Death after all, a mere odd look could mean the death of humanity as it's known, it could mean she had just whipped out an entire population, for Hel was evil and –

"Really?" Hel said incredulously – disturbing Hali's dramatic mental monologue – motioning towards Hali's setup, red-stained floor and all.

"What?" Hali whined, scowling, "I took ages to set this all up!"

"You only needed to sing the rhyme!" Hel said, shaking her head as though she couldn't believe this behavior.

"But this is so much more fun!" Hali protested, a pout crossing her lips, "Your way is less cool, I prefer my version!" Hali paused for a moment, "And you're the one who gave me the rhyme to summon you. Over the top, in my opinion – I could hardly keep a straight face."

Hel groaned into her hand, giving an eye roll that Hali couldn't see, "I only changed what you had to say because someone" Here, she looked pointedly at the still pouting Hali, "Kept accidentally summoning me."

"That was your fault for choosing something I say often."

"Why would I ever think you'd say 'Bring death to me' so much!" Hel said exasperatedly, but contrary to her irate look she looked to be fighting back laughter.

Hali opened her mouth and closed it, and then opened it again. Before at last giving Hel an irritated look for being so damn logical.

"You should know that wizards are weird! I mean it was an activation word for a Portkey, it's also a spell I was practicing on – but there was no harm done in the end!"

"Those Muggles were traumatized when I appeared!" Hel said, her eyebrows raised imperiously.

"They don't remember you, so it doesn't matter..." Hali said with an embarrassed shrug, rubbing her neck sheepishly.

"Well fine." She said, and looked around approvingly at the cloth objects that rippled and danced in an invisible wind. "I do want to know the spell for the wind you used is, and how to do it."

"Oh yeah…" Hali said with a blush as she stood up and pointed her Elder Wand at the dark green curtains in her room. "It's a spell used for making the curtains flutter. Made by some decorating obsessed witch."

"Volitant velum!" Hali said, saying the words out loud for Hel's benefit, and the curtains began to ripple, the fabric tossed around, "Overcharge it for stronger winds, it's really easy! I got the idea from Professor Snape who used it – along with a spell that lifts the sheets off a bed for cleaning – to get his dramatic swoop."

Hel nodded approvingly, "Nice idea; I like it." Hel then pointed her bony, skeletal hand to her cloak, and the edges that dragged across the floor were picked off the floor, and Hali noted her adaption of the spell was very specific, the cloak only lifting enough to give someone the sense that Hel was floating.

"We've got to get a cooler backstory for where the charm came from, though." Hel pondered, absently flicking her hand at the candles that Hali had conjured and vanishing them.

"A Dark Lord that tried to kill Merlin invented it?" Hali suggested, pointing her wand towards the red smeared pentagon on the floor and vanishing the blood (Read: ketchup).

"Good idea, but why did he invent it?" Hel countered.

"It was created in a blast of angry uncontrolled magic…" Hali trailed off, motioning towards Hel to come up with a reason, Hel looked back at Hali from where she was examining the excessive amount of shadows that darkened the room with approval.

"Ah, right! He was mad because Merlin had defeated his entire force of men, and in his anger he caused everything in the room to shudder like cloth in high winds." Hel said, deep in thought, "So he decided to create a spell version of it to – to do what though? If he wanted to make himself look cool, the story is funny and not epic!" Hel complained, dispelling the shadows, and with a twitch of her fingers made flames reappear on the torch brackets, relighting the room.

Hali beamed, inspiration hitting her on the face like a slap, "I got it! He wanted to make the spell so he could use it in his master plan to defeat Merlin, it was to try and intimidate, and hopefully scare off King Arthur! "

"But it didn't work, and thus the spell was passed down like a game of telephone!"

"Don't use those exact words, Hel, loses effect." Hali said with a wrinkled nose.

"Your right… The spell was passed down like a murmur tossed into a stream, slowly and slowly being torn by the rapids until it was forgotten. Everyone expect a few, like you and me…"

"And Snape?" Hali asked curiously.

"Nah, he used a curtain fluttering spell. Completely different, and we stick to that story, Got it?"

"Completely different spell." Echoed Hali with a serious nod. "I like it!" Hali was indeed impressed, now she could have an amazing backstory for how she found the spell (Instead of finding it when she was decorating her room).

"So why'd you summon me to Earth?" Hel asked.

"Oh…" Hali looked embarrassed, she had forgotten about that, "Well I was going to be all angry because you turned me into a baby…. But it's been a few years so… um… your forgiven. I just don't hold a grudge very well" Hali flushed slightly, that was a lie (Cough, Peter, cough) but she did feel sincerely bad about pulling Hel away from her probably very important work.

"Did I distract you from what you were doing?" Hali asked apologetically.

"Oh no, no you didn't. I was just bored in my office. Actually was trying to learn how to juggle at the time! It's really hard though, souls aren't made for juggling." Hel rolled her eyes as if this was a common problem.

Hali laughed, but her laughter quickly died away at Hel's next sentence.

"How many years has it been?" Hel stopped a moment to examine Hali, "Three? You look three." Hel had a bad sense of time for the most part, unless she actively tried to remember, came from immortality, she had complained to Hali before.

"I'm five!" Hali said, staring down at herself in horror, "Do I really look that small?!"

"Yup." Said Hel, being the heartless person she was, she didn't even try to look sympathetic, "In fact…" Hel said with a smirk, "I look older than you!" Hel was indeed in the form of a nine-year-old, and much to Hali's distain she was bigger than the small Hali.

"Guess you're doomed to be a scrawny kid forever!" Hel said gleefully, hopping out of Hali's swat, and they chased each around the room, Hel taking refuge on top of Hali's dresser.

"Can't get me!" Hel smirked, and the smaller Hali couldn't, or, she couldn't without magic. Unfortunately for Hel, Hali had magic, lots, and lots of magic.

Slowly and obviously, Hali summoned the Elder Wand to her, waving it tantalizingly in front of Hali.

"Cheating!" Cried Hel.

"You made fun of my height, I have no mercy."

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After that, Hali wasn't entirely sure what happened – although she knew that both herself and Hel acted very immature, and that somewhere along the way they dueled each other in a sword fight.

With actual, very deadly swords (It was a very dangerous game).

It was an hour or so after Hel first came, that the two panting and tired fake children brought the topic to the new world that they were in. Or, new for Hali, she didn't know if Hel had been here before, but she suspected as much.

"So, Hel, what were you talking about when you mentioned… furious… no… furry people?" Hali asked, trying to remember the details of the conversation, "Was it something like that? And… something about swords? Really important sounding swords that I think is an organization? You said it right before you sent me into a baby's body." The last bit was said with some exasperation.

Hel frowned in befuddlement, but then a look of dawning understanding came over her, "I was talking about S.H.I.E.L.D, known as SHIELD; it's secret spy organization type-thing that deals with threats of the more supernatural type, more often than not."

"And the workers there are really furious?"

"No, Nicolas Fury is the Director of SHIELD; he'll probably find out about your… abilities, considering your completely clueless about security cameras, and general tech."

"What's a security camera?" Hali queried, and Hel smirked mysteriously.

"Nothing!" Hel said in a singsong voice, saying it in such a way it obvious it was something.

Hali felt that she'd heard about security cameras before, they were some type of device set up in Muggle stores to catch thieves, if she remembered correctly. Shrugging it off as unimportant (She wasn't a thief, after all) Hali focused entirely on what Hel was saying.

"I doubt you'd be upset if – more like when – he finds you, you'd probably love to work at a place like SHIELD." Hel was still smirking, with an 'I-know-something-you-don't' look on her face.

"Why would I want someone that'd likely want to dissect me?! Besides, I'd prefer to work with animals or something, I do like exotic pets."

"Oh trust me, you'd enjoy getting a job at SHIELD more than working at a…" Hel made a face, "Pet store. And besides, he won't dissect you, and can't even if he tried. Your magic would get… angry, and I would get angry, and in the end you'd just pop right back up right as rain a few seconds after you died, so it wouldn't matter." Hel had that infuriating smirk on her face.

Hali thought about it, did she want to ditch the quiet life she had planned and work at a spy agency, where there was sure to be trouble? But then Hali thought about how much fun it had been to break into the Ministry, and, as a spy, she'd be basically being payed to break laws, allowed to go and do things most people couldn't get away with.

Who was she kidding? She loved some action and danger in her life, it made for the best friendships, and the best type of terrifying fun. Now that she didn't have to worry about dying, it would be even better.

But there was a very important question to be dealt with first.

"Can I still have a pet sugar glider?" Hali asked seriously.

"Yes…." Hel sighed in resignation

"We have a deal." Hali said, literally making a deal with Death and enjoying how absolutely ridiculous her life was at this point.

"Ugh… I can't believe I agreed to this, what type did you want?"

"Doesn't matter, but they've got to be two months old or they won't bond properly." Hali said promptly.

"Where'd you even learn about this?!"

"Um…." Hali said awkwardly, "I was bored…?"

"You're weird"

"You juggle souls in your free time! I'm not the weird one here!" Hali defended, purposefully avoiding the question of where she'd gotten her information from.

Hel just rolled her eyes, but was unable to deny that juggling souls was not a normal pass time and thus just huffed with an annoyed look on her face.

As Hel opened her mouth again, Hali heard the door downstairs click open, and voices floated up the stairs.

"Hali, we're back!" James yelled, before engaging into a very loud conversation with Remus about how Remus should be a dragon breeder 'because it's cool' that Hali could hear from her bedroom.

Hali swore softly, "Shoo, get out of here Hel!"

"Bye!" Whispered Hel, and getting a running start, she jumped straight out the open window; Hali knew she was gone before she hit the ground and wasn't worried.

Hearing light footsteps coming up the stairs, Hali practically flew onto her bed and tried to look innocent, feeling relieved that Hel and herself had removed the special effects Hali had been using.

The footsteps were getting closer, now in the hallway. Hali gave a quick look around the room to make sure everything was looking normal. At the last second, she remembered her Resurrection Stone was still on her neck, and with a frantic thought, it too vanished.

The door creaked open and a head popped inside, "There you are, Hali!" Lily said brightly, seeing Hali whistling and looking transfixed by her shoes, her feet hanging off her bed. "Let's go make dinner, shall we?" Lily said, a beaming smile on her face.

She looked around Hali's green and grayish-blue color schemed room (The green was something that made James and Sirius rather annoyed, because it was only for 'slimy snakes', but Hali convinced them easily enough), probably wondering if Hali had cleaned her room like she'd been instructed.

"Sure, mum." Hali said nervously, smiling very suspiciously. She seemed to be in the clear… No one would no she'd ever summoned Hel. Right?

"Where'd all the ketchup go?" Sirius's confused voice yelled from the kitchen, and Hali gave a nervous laugh.

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London, Leaky Cauldron. 2010, August 1st, 2:26 PM – Hali's six years old by now.

Hali (Who'd recently turned six just a day before) had just left the Leaky Cauldron, having finished having a nice outing at Diagon Alley with her parents and parent's friends… and also Peter (No, Peter still didn't count).

Hali bounced down the street ahead of her family and Uncles, Lily wanted to expose Hali to the Muggle world and so everyone was going to go shopping for Muggle clothes. Something she'd never done, as she'd only been left with Dudley's castaways, never brought along to the shops.

Hali paused in her skipping, turning to beam at her family, who were all dressed in the Muggle 21st century fashion. It was still odd, being in the future, yet at the same time being younger than before. Even Hali was wearing Muggle clothing, she had something called jeggings as her pants, a red and green knitted sweater (Something that she was used too), and a plaid black skirt that Lily had chosen for her.

"Where do we go first?" Hali chirped, glancing around. Hali was in a very good mood, seeing Diagon Alley cheerful and happy again was the main cause of that. When she'd been banished, Diagon Alley had been getting cleaned up – but the happiness and safety was tentative, as though everyone was worried that at any minute the peace they'd found would break in half like brittle twig. So to see it so happy, even in another timeline, was amazing.

Hali twisted around mid-skip to look at an interesting building, so she didn't see the slippery newspaper on the sidewalk, wet from a recent rain – and she placed her foot down on the paper, only for her leg to fly out in front of her.

The end result was for her to end up sprawled on the floor very ungracefully, her hands out in front of her to take the brunt of the fall. Frowning, Hali stood up, and gave a started jump when Lily's face appeared in front of her, having seemingly teleported to her side.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked worriedly, right behind Lily, he was twiddling his thumbs and looking very concerned.

"Where does it hurt?" Lily asked anxiously, looking at Hali with hawk eyes.

James was on his knees next to her – even standing up she was tiny – and muttering reassurances that seemed mainly for himself. Sirius and Remus had their wands out and gripped tightly, Sirius gave his wand a wave and all the Muggles that were staring at them looked away, their eyes gliding over the spot where they were to give them some privacy.

"I'm ok! Just fine and dandy." Hali said, she wasn't in that much pain besides an aching sting where her hand scraped across the sidewalk. "If it isn't too much trouble though, could you heal my palm for me?" Hali asked, raising her hands to show them the small, but irritating scratches.

Considering she was actually eighteen when she had been turned into a baby, she was rather embarrassed about this entire fiasco. She looked down sheepishly, her long curly hair falling into her face. Looking down made her see the newspaper she had slipped on, it was mostly ripped, but she could read a bit of it.

Tony Stark still missing!

World-wide celebrity and American hero, the CEO of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, is still missing. The celebrity billionaire has been in the news for months after his kidnapping in Afghanistan, where he was showing potential buyers his newest genius invention – the Jericho Missile. The sought after weapon has been speculated to be the reason Stark was kidnapped. Being an industrial genius, the possibilities for his kidnapping are plentiful, but "the possibility of ransom is very slim" – The police said in an official interview with Plentiful Newspaper. It's been three months (He was taken on May 6th) and we've yet to see any demands for money, so the police's prediction seems to be right.

Once Stark's birthday (May 29th) passed, our newspaper did a special article, dedicated entirely to Tony Stark and all of his achievements, although we've included a recap in this edition (See Page 8) shortly going over everything he's done, for those that don't know –

Hali couldn't read after that, rain combined with hundreds of Londoners trampling over the worn newspaper made it impossible to make out the text.

Lily tapped Hali's shoulder, and Hali noticed her hand had been healed. Smiling in thanks, the spell surrounding them was dispersed, and they continued on. After all, Hali reallydidn't think that something happening in America would ever affect her.

Oh how wrong she was.

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London, Leaky Cauldron. 2010, August 1st, 2:26 PM – Later that shopping trip.

Hali raced into a Muggle toy store, by now they'd wrapped up their clothes shopping and told her to treat herself with some toys.

Just because she wasn't an actual kid didn't mean she couldn't appreciate this second chance at a childhood, after all, she might not get another chance. Actually, she probably would – knowing Hel and her mischievous streak – but not one like this.

She cautiously went further into the brightly colored shop, trying to think why anyone would ever paint the walls such a blindingly cheerful yellow – it was way worse than the Hufflepuff Common Room, at least their yellow was less painful to look at.

Not that she'd snuck into their common room when she wasn't supposed to, or anything.

She had never done anything like that.

Nope.

Hali drifted over to the plushy section, her small fingers trailing across the shelves, and she reach up on her tip toes to reach a red snake plushie but couldn't, scrunching up her face she summoned it wandlessly to her.

This was a new trick that Hel had been teaching her when they had alone time, she could only summon light weight objects as of right now, and couldn't do much else except made hot chocolate come out of her fingers (Accidentally, that is, somehow it happened whenever she tried the Aguamenti spell).

Examining the snake with interest, she clutched it close to her sweater and moved on in her search for more toys. The Potter Family was rich, and she was sure could afford this entire toy shop. But for the sake of not spoiling her, she could only get three items. This was a sensible decision to Hali, and she wasn't upset like your average child would be – but then, those children hadn't met Dudley.

Her eyes raked the shelves, then widened at the sight of a snowy owl with giant silver eyes, and she snatched it up, she was reminded of Hedwig just at the sight of it, on the way back to her parents she grabbed a ginger cat what looked like Crookshanks because it made her think of Hermione.

Hali came to a stop in front of her parents, wondering what a real child would say in this situation.

"The snake's name is King, the owl's name is Hermy, and the cat's called Nargles." Hali said, pretty sure that introducing her toys was something that a six-year-old would do.

Hali looked fondly at the owl, wondering what Hermione would say to the unconventional nickname that Grawp used. Then at the snake, knowing that Ron would be amused and exasperated that she'd named a toy snake after his Quidditch nickname.

Then she looked at her parents, putting on her full puppy-eyes, an expression she'd observed and mastered from watching Lily use to great success on the boys.

"Can I please have them?" She said, knowing what the answer as, but still thinking is was polite to ask.

"Sure, Little Pumpkin!" James said, and Hali handed over her small batch of toys. James smirked, like he'd been given a very important job.

He strutted over to the shop counter, head held high and ready to purchase them – only to look pleadingly towards Lily with his own puppy-eyes when the person working at the register impatiently held out a hand for Muggle money.

"Galleon?" James asked the bored teenager hopefully, the girl just chewed on her gum, staring with dull eyes at the suddenly unsure James.

He slid a gold coin to the girl, and looked to all the world like he was bribing the teenager.

The teen shared Hali's thoughts, and gave a horrified look around, before her eyes latched greedily onto the pure-gold coin, clearly ready to take up the offer if it wasn't for Lily's interruption.

Lily easily plucked the gold coin off the counter, away from the teen's eager eyes.

"So sorry about that." She said, "My Husband isn't from around here." She said that so much hint, it was a wonder that the teen believed her lie, Lily then glared at James with a 'Shut up and do as I do' expression.

James nodded vigorously, "I'm from Nevada."

Remus buried his face in his hands, because James said that inthe worst American accent he'd ever heard.

Sirius snorted, looking like he was already planning on teasing James about this later.

James continue looking confused.

"Ya'll?" He added, his butchered Boston accent going Texas, like that would fix everything.

Hali groaned.

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A/N PLEASE REVIEW! I really, really appreciate all the reviews. And not only do they encourage me to write, but they inspire me as well. Leave suggestions, ideas that you'd like to see happen, and generally give constructive criticism because it's helpful and then I know how to improve.

Volitant velum means curtain flutter in Latin – if your curious.

ANYWAY the next chapter will be up on Friday or Thursday, so so so soooo sorry this was a day later than I planned. I had busy schedules and all that rot.