A/N THANKS OH-SO-VERY-MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! It means a lot.

We will be getting down to business in this chapter, SHIELD business in particular, including the wonderful super spy Natasha, and her new mission… *smirks*

I can't believe I haven't mentioned this, but I'm using the Movie!Verse, because I've never read a Marvel comic.

DISCLAIMER: This is someone else's sandbox and I'm borrowing their toys. So no, I don't own these characters.

Chapter Three

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Godrics Hollow, Mysticprunce Park, A play structure. 2010, October 28th 3:23 PM. – Age six, three days after Tony Stark ousted himself as Iron Man

Hali was dealing with a very big problem; she was being followed.

Now this shouldn't be an actual problem, as she could easily out-magic nearly anyone who stalked her.

The issue here was that it wasn't a human;neither Muggle, nor wizard. In fact, she was being trailed by a pack of Thestrals. She didn't really know why, only that they loved being around her, and were awfully protective. Even here, sitting on a park swing in autumn, with her parents just a few paces away on a bench, she had an entire pack of Thestrals watching over her.

It was a purely magical park, meaning that witches and wizard were allowed to use magic and not risk being seen by any Muggles. It also meant it was a lot more amusing than any Muggle park could ever try and be.

Some other young children were laughing and running around, playing a game cleverly named 'Hippogriffs and Pygmy Puffs', the magical world's version of 'Sharks and Minnows'. And farther away, a giant jungle gym was home to children playing, near that, a life-sized pirate ship catered to kids who loved imagination.

Somewhat ruining complete the carefree and quaint scene, at least a dozen Thestrals were galloping around, frolicking in the magical sprinklers scattered around, whilst another dozen was flying around or otherwise occupied. Yet a few more were on guard, watching Hali's every move. They took shifts, Hali had realized, no matter what, a couple of Thestrals were there to stalk her.

Weirdly enough, as far as Hali could tell, no one could see them but herself, which wasn't per usual. Although Lily, Remus, and Peter hadn't witnessed the death of someone, James and Sirius would have; since they worked as Aurors. But yet they couldn't see the baby Thestral that was making faces at them behind their backs.

Were they some kind of special breed of Thestrals that could only be seen by those who not only saw death, but had seen Death the personification? Maybe they were attracted to her because she reeked of death? It would make sense, she supposed, that Thestrals would like the Mistress of Death so much; they were, after all, affiliated with death. And it furthering that line of thought, she knew that somehow Thestrals could sense things that normal wizards couldn't, as they had learned about in Care of Magical Creatures, so it wasn't that much of a leap to think they could tell she was familiar with death.

Either that or Hel was playing a prank of her; Hel was the type to do that, so she couldn't be sure.

She blinked as neighing interrupted her ponderings, and she slowed her swinging as she caught sight of a young foal that was scampering up the play structure slide. Hali smiled widely, when its legs splayed out – unable to get a good grip on the slippery slide.

The foal slid backwards, hitting the browning autumn grass with a thump.

The group of adults on the bench didn't bat and eyelash when the disgruntled foal snorted and ran back to its parents, looking unhappy.

Hali was unable to stop a giggle, and Lily smiled at her like Hali was a little angel. Clearly thinking her daughter was having a good time on the swings – not laughing at a terrifying corpse-like skeleton foal that had only the whites of the eye showing, and pearl-white pointy fangs.

Hali had a bizarre thought that she was turning into Hagrid, because despite all that, she thought they were adorable. Hali thought back to when the Thestrals first appeared, it was right after Hel left from one of their visits. Going into more detail, it was the time that she and Hel crowded into Hali's closet, under the invisibility cloak – getting a kick out of James and Sirius playing a one-sided game of hide and seek.

The door had been showered with charms to make her parents conveniently forgot to check there, Hali wouldn't have had to go to drastic measures if it wasn't for them hardly everleaving her home alone and able to converse with Hel.

Hali tossed her feet back and forth, gaining momentum and soaring higher and higher into the air. Hali, at the peak of her swing, let go, her small body flying through the air, wind biting at her, and altogether pulling off a glorious stunt.

But, she then regretted everything in the matter of a split second.

She may or may not have forgotten that her body's magic core was stable, what with having a wand to measure it out, and because of that, she had a way of siphoning out the usually uncontrollable wild magic that children under eleven had; meaning no Accidental Magic for her.

With a small squeak, she found herself falling towards the grassy ground, and not floating like she had originally planned on.

Nothing that bad could happen, except being teased by Hel dying for so quickly (Magical swing sets were far more adventurous and dangerous than their Muggle counterpart), and freaking out her parents.

When your life was about to end, things tended to slow down, for Hali it was no different, only this time she wasn't feeling too sentimental and didn't care much for her life flashing before her eyes. Her wand was in her hand in a flash, and right as she was about to cast some type of spell, a Thestral's teeth grazed her neck gently, lifting her up by the scruff of her black over-sized sweater.

Ah, right, that was yet another thing she'd forgotten when she's hopped off the swing – that the Thestrals were fiercely protective of her.

Once, they'd caught her a cow and brought it to her when her stomach merely growled. And wasn't that hard to blame the cat for, but eventually her family (And Peter – but he doesn't count) believed her fib, and now think that Stephen was magical enough to catch a full-grown cow.

Hali honestly didn't understand how her family (And Peter) hadn't figured out her secret yet.

The Thestral dropped her to the ground gently, neighing in worry until she subtly waved him (Her?) off. Then, she turned to her family; her family that sported very confused faces.

Yet another thing she hadn't accounted on, was her family witnessing that. In fact, she shouldn't have jumped off that rotten swing in the first place, that way she wouldn't have to deal with this nonsense.

"Whaaaa?" Peter mumbled, staring at her, then the swings, then her sweater where there was a small bit of Thestral slobber that slowly dribbled down her back.

Hali winced, wandlessly drying it, and Peter's beady eyes squinted at the spot where the goop had vanished, looking even more bewildered then before.

"Um…" Hali mumbled, Stephen wasn't here (unfortunately) so she couldn't blame him. "Oh wow, mum! I just did Accidental Magic!" Hali invented, plastering an excited smile on her face, and crossing her fingers behind her back.

James stared at her in bewilderment. "That was the strangest accidental magic I've seen." He said with raised eyebrows.

"Yup, and it was definitely Accidental Magic. Nothing else…" Hali assured, "At all." She paused, "Merely accidental." She added to make sure they got the message, because anyone stupid enough to believe Stephen ate a giant cow needed that extra reassurance.

Sirius made a sound of acknowledgement, and then gave a bark like laugh. "My brother once made his pet rock grow arms and legs and become sentient!" He said happily, while Hali stared at him with a disturbed look – wondering just how that could happen. Did it feel pain? Did it have its own thoughts? Dreams?

James laughed loudly, thus cutting Hali away from her existential thoughts.

"Well that's even weirder!" James said, before looking at Hali, "Pumpkin, did you make an invisible hand lift you, or something?" James asked, curious as to what exactly had occurred. It did look very weird, to see her, not float, but seem to be plucked from the air and brought to the ground.

Hali smiled in relief at the way out, still surprised they'd bought her horrible lie, "Definitely. It felt… like a… hand… um… it felt very… hand-like and had a hand-ish shape?" She described feebly, wiggling away from Honey-Badger-Lily's grip, trying to figure out when Lily had picked her up.

"I'm fine, mum." Hali said, giving Lily a small hug to reassure her.

Hali's eyes drifted up, meeting Remus's narrowed gaze; Hali's heart skipped a beat – he wasn't suspicious, right?

Remus spoke up, a skeptical look marring his features, "That's weird…. I've never read or heard of any Accidental Magic like that…" He started, and Hali felt herself pale, "Oh!" he exclaimed, and Hali was sure he was going to oust her. They'd kick her to the streets, let her starve or maybe send her to Azkaban prison or –

"I just remembered that spell we used to lift the Slytherins boxers into the air, you remember, Sirius? It gave them a wedgie, so it must have been some accidental form of that spell!" He said with a smile, glad that he'd remembered why the spell description sounded familiar.

Hali nodded along without really listening as they chatted about how wicked that prank was. Lily's mouth was set in a disapproving line the entire time (She'd let go of Hali, finally), and Peter was hovering on the side lines next to Hali.

"Jam- Your father and his friends – and me – used to do things like that." Peter whispered to Hali, and Hali looked at him with a puzzled look, not knowing where with was going, "But it's not nice to bully… so you… uh, you shouldn't, alright? Don't be mean to someone just because of who you think they are. Like, not all Slytherins are bad, so… um" Peter floundered around for how to explain this to a child, "Be nice to everybody until they're mean to you, and, um… tell us if someone's mean to you, ok?

Hali winced, she'd been doing exactly that to Peter, and a familiar weight of guilt filled her chest at his words.

"Because your father – and Remus, and Sirius, and me – used to be kinda rude" Peter continued, "Not that they're bad people, but they made mistakes… and – err – regret it?" Peter didn't seem to think they actually regretted it, and Hali didn't think so as well. Considering they were in raucous laughter about Snape's underwear being covered with cauldrons.

"Got it." Hali said, realizing he wanted an answer, "I don't like bullies anyway. It's not nice to tease or hurt people. Especially if you think their mean but don't actually know them…" Hali faltered here and stared and Peter with an odd look on her face. Hel would be able to recognize it as her this-isn't-what-I-expected look, but only because she knew her so well.

There were a few awkward seconds in which the Thestrals gazed unblinkingly at Peter, and Hali stared at a place next to Peter's head where her conscience was.

And then Hali moved forward, hugging Peter around the middle with a mumbled – "You're a nice chubby person."

Peter awkwardly patted her on the back, while looking to Remus for help, the group stopped to stare at this momentous occasion where Hali finally stopped giving Peter the cold shoulder.

A click of a camera went off, and Hali practically flew away from Peter, staring at horror at where a camera had seemingly materialized into Lily's hands, and scowling at Lily's vibrant smile.

"That was so cute, you two!" Lily squealed, waving her camera in the air like Luna waved off Nargles.

Hali groaned, this did not mean she liked Peter… because Peter was evil, and – and – bad? And… sneaky, a rat… yeah a rat but – even though he was friendly, no wait, that's not right. He is evil… and… didn't give her that cookie she wanted, even though it did save her from getting a stomach ache (But that's completely irreverent!).

Hali gave a grumbled whine, burrowing her face in her hands much to her family's (Now including Peter's) confusion.

Even her lies to herself were complete rubbish.

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London, A random populated store street, the sidewalk. December 19th 2010, 4:00 PM – Still age six (Something Hali isn't too pleased about, since she's still smaller than Hel).

Hali peered into a clothing store window, it was nearly Christmas, and the Potter Family was going about their shopping. They'd split up, but not without necessary precautions taken to not lose track of Hali. The amulet – that Hali was sure was illegal – made it so that whoever had hold of the amulet, in this case James, would be able to see an otherwise invisible red leash (For lack of better word) connected to ownamulet, making it so her family would be able to find her again. It worked both ways, luckily, all she had to do to find them was touch her own amulet (That hung from a golden chain on her neck) and follow the red thread, then she'd be reunited she her family.

Hali thought it was a wise decision, seeing as Dudley always wandered off, to the point of Petunia not letting him let go of her hand (Even in the bathroom).

Hali skipped into the clothing store, giving a mental hug to Luna – who loved to skip around. The beach-themed store didn't seem to have anything that Remus or Peter would like, but it did have a pair of dark sunglasses she thought Sirius would love, and a warm winter scarf for Lily.

She hurried out of the store once an annoyingly slow-witted brunette in front of her in line finally stopped gossiping and left.

Once outside the shop, she quickly looked up to the rooftops. And sure enough a Thestral foal was leaning over as she'd expected, its head tilted in curiosity; a second later, twenty more Thestrals poked their heads of various rooftops, and five more looked out from out of alleys and from inside shops.

She also couldn't help but see that many of them were hiding in plain sight, like in black and white spy shows. Meaning that a Thestral was wearing a baseball hat and dark sunglasses, reading a newspaper upside-down, the horse sitting much like a human (It looked very creepy) on a bus bench.

For a moment, Hali tried to wrap her mind around how the Thestrals even managed to get a television working, and how they managed to get ahold of enough spy movies to learn that trick, but she gave up – deciding her pitifully human mind (Although she wasn't too sure of the human part) couldn't comprehend such things, and not wanting to strain herself.

Hali gave a small laugh; they hadn't given up on 'protecting' her. Following her everywhere she went, and commonly touring the same areas she went to. So far no one had noticed that in all of their family photos, at least one Thestral photobombed it.

Hali didn't actually know where they got food to eat, or how they were alive by now, considering she hadn't ever fed them. Speaking of food, she eyed the butchers store across the road; then glanced back up at the Thestrals; and back again towards the butcher's store, she received a nod in response to her silent question.

Hali shuddered, their intellect was more than a bit disturbing to her, and, merely to procrastinate the inevitable questions the butcher would have for her, trekked into a bookstore. There was no harm in finishing up her Christmas shopping before she carted a pack of bloody meat around.

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Sometime later, after buying Remus some book called The Hobbit, getting Peter a Christmas sweater with a cat on it, and purchasing James a Muggle game called 'Twister', she was finally at the butchers.

Instead of using the money that her parents gave her to shop with, she'd be making use of the money Hel kindly brought over from her original universe, as not to raise awkward questions.

"So you want a 'hundre 'an fi'fy pounds 'o meat? Are 'ye sure 'bout that?" The strong beefy man working as a butcher said with raised eyebrows.

Hali huffed in irritation. "We've been over this, yes, I want the meat. It's to feed our cat!" When the butcher stared at her in disbelief she added – "We work at a zoo, the cat is a lion. A very, very hungry lion."

He nodded, buying her flimsy lie (How?!) without suspicion, and with a loud grunt, he started lifting thick slabs of meat into plastic wraps.

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Eight minutes later saw Hali ducking into a nearby alley, where the butcher had helped (Read: He did all the work) lug over the big wooden crates of meat, which they'd (He'd) had to take in trips. With a wave of her precious Elder Wand – that she'd summoned easily to her hand – she shrunk the boxes until she could place them into her pocket, then stuck a feather-light charm on them, otherwise she'd be carrying very heavy, but very tiny, boxes of meat around.

Pocketing the small boxes, she hoisted her paper bags filled with Christmas shopping, and started on her way out of the alley, banishing her wand and fully intending to leave.

But, some irritating man had to go and ruin her plans of drinking hot chocolate at home.

The wizened man came out from behind a rubbish bin with a knife, he looked a little tipsy, which explained why Hali hadn't seen him – since he was most likely unconscious. He drunkenly swung his knife around, and – mentally wondering why everyone was so drunk today – Hali saw another person stumble into the alley, looking as tipsy as the knife-guy.

Hali heartbeat quickened with trepidation, this was a horrible combo to stumble across. The two drunkards stared down each other, before the shorter woman had to ruin the rather peaceful lull.

"You smell funny!" She declared, giggling and shaking her head, as though to clear it – but clearly failing.

With a small sigh, Hali raised her wand to stun the two of them and get out of here, but the scraggily man with grimy brown hair grabbed the woman with dirty blonde locks, pointing his knife to her throat.

Hali blinked; she honestly didn't know why he'd turned this into a hostage situation, but, maybe in his fuzzy mind it made sense – who knew.

Hali evaluated her options; hostage situations were something Hali hated, because everything depended on who the person with the hostage was. This mugger was a complete unknown, unlike the Death Eaters who commonly held hostages.

Hali remembered when her best friend Hermione was taken hostage, Hali had managed to rescue her best friend. But only after Bellatrix had carved the cruel, cruel, word 'Mudblood' into her arm.

"Legilimens" Hali cried, the transparent rippling blue wave hit him dead on. Hali was horrible at Legilimency and as such only got the clouded thoughts the raced through his mind. 'Freaky Witch girl…' 'I've got to buy some watermelons' 'Want to get ransom for little freak girl' 'Why am I surprised there's some witchy mojo going on – it's probably why I'm poor, stupid magic.' 'I'm going to give the little girl a scare, make her surrender' 'Is there refunds for potted plants?'

Hali emerged from the random surface thoughts that flitted through his mind, and briefly thought about what Professor Snape saw when he used Legilimency in potions class. Considering he dealt with prepubescent boys and girls on a daily basis, she probably didn't want to know.

Hali charged at the mugger, if it was intimidation he was going for – then she would reverse the trick. Although she'd dealt with hostage situations before, she'd never deployed this tactic before, but she had always wanted to – especially when they'd taken Hermione.

Hali wandlessly cast a slipping spell on the dirty alley floor (directly in front of the kidnapper), while at the same time shooting two quick spells out with her wand to dissuade people from going near the alley. The last thing she needed was yet another person to meander here, and knowing her luck, that was exactly what would happen.

Hali dashed right into the slippery area and fell into a lunge, one leg out in front while the other was bent back. Hali flew right under his wide open legs just as he fumbled with the knife, only to find that the second spell she'd cast had worked, and that his knife had been replaced with an Elmo's toy from some random store.

"Elmos world!" The robotic toy sang, making the attempted kidnapper shriek and drop it, he twisted around with his drunken hostage – only to find himself face to face with a smug Hali.

"Drop the girl!" Hali cried in her best police voice, but pouted a little when the terrified kidnapper didn't even move, just stood there, holding the woman in his limp arms. "Fine, fine… be that way." Hali grumbled, then swished her wand, stunning the woman and floating her out of the man's slack grip.

"'imme want… your money" The man said pathetically, and Hali shook her head.

"No; you're not allowed to do that, it's not nice." Hali chastised, glad that that experience was over.

She shot quick scourgify at the dirty man, because the woman had been right, he really did have a strong stench. Then with a mastered wave of her wand, she sent an obliviate at him, erasing the last twenty minutes.

The man just quietly in what Hali had come to recognize was the woozy state after getting obliviated, while Hali turned an old tin can into a portkey, with a whispered, "Portus" and the clear image of a police station in mind.

Then, she tasked herself with repositioning his arms into a holding position, and shoving the tin can into his slack grip. He stared at her with a befuddled look about his face, and his arms slumped limply to his sides, dropping the can in the process.

Hali groaned the entire time she went about casting an isolated body-bind curse to make his arms go all stiff. Then Hali repositioned his now almost doll-like arms again; finally, she was able to get him holding the can like it was a newborn baby.

The portkey's timer was set to go off in a minute (Now twenty seconds), so hopefully the man in a ragdoll-like state wouldn't get eaten by the Thestrals that were swarming around her in that time.

"Um… don't eat him." Hali said half-heartedly – she really didn't want him to die. Not only because fresh meat that was very expensive and she didn't want the man to spoil their appetite, but because killing was bad. Although the other aspect was a selling point not to let the Thestrals have free rein.

"I have a peace offering of meat, so – uh – don't eat him." The Thestrals turned to unblinkingly stare at her, and she looked back, trying to figure out why she was having a staring contest with some creepy horses, and waiting for a ragdoll-man to teleport.

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S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters in New York, Nick Fury's office. January 23th 2011, 9:00 PM. – A month after the previous scene, almost February of the next year (Hali is still six).

Natasha strode into Director Fury's office, hands clasped behind her back, but still somehow seeming at ease. She was dressed in the standard skin-tight SHIELD uniform, and she stood, awaiting whatever Fury had for her. All he'd said was that he had a case for her that she'd want to be involved in.

Now, Natasha could be vengeful, and did have some missions that she got a sick pleasure from doing, like killing the worst sort of people, or something more… personal, like anything to do with the Red Room.

"Hello, Sir." Natasha greeted, nodding to the director of SHIELD.

Fury looked at her seriously, "We have a rescue mission that you might be interesting in taking up; with the gap of peace we have, I thought you might want something to keep you… occupied." The suspicion Fury had towards this peaceful period was palpable in his voice and expression, and Natasha smirked slightly, she didn't trust it either. When things got quiet in the crime world, it normally meant something big was going to happen.

"Of course, Sir, who am I rescuing?" Natasha said formally, keeping at bay any sarcastic comments she wanted to make about their bout of peace, knowing that right now, it wouldn't be welcomed.

Fury brought a thin stack of files out of his handsome desk, slapping it onto the polished desk. Natasha reached for it, disregarding the stamped on 'CLASSIFIED' with the ease of someone who'd long since stopped being frightened away from such a word.

She flipped it open, taking out the rest document and reading it over.

NAME: Hali (Short for something?) Potter

GENDER: Female

AGE: Six

HEIGHT: 3'9

RACE: Caucasian

HAIR: Black, curly

EYES: A genetically proven impossible color of emerald-green

TITLE: Potential ally, possible threat

FAMILY: Parents, Lily Potter-nee Evans, and James Potter. Is seen with three others constantly, all three are males (Possible relatives?)

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: England, Godrics Hollow, address unknown

SKILLS: Potter has some type of ability that allows her to erase memories (Some type of mind scrambling that causes the brains frontal cortex to quickly and effectively dispel and deem the memory unimportant to remember?)

Potter can make a previously impeccable floor slippery, has the ability to teleport people, including herself, around. The limitations of this teleportation technology and or scientific addition to Potter's body is unknown, although the farthest record of her teleportation is twenty miles (From Branfoot Boulevard to Proudamsle Street).

Potter can (possibly) see things that others cannot, this might be some form of hallucinations, or actual things that exist outside of our own perception. Side effects of her powers, to herself and to others, is currently unknown.

Potter has skills in hand-to-hand combat, and is able to deal with a hostage situation successfully (Where was she trained?). Potter is capable enough to take down five S. .L.D agents within fifteen minutes.

Natasha looked up from the file after finishing it, it went on for a while like that, ending with a conclusion of what to do if you saw her, and a few pages of ifs and assumptions of Potter's personality, backstory, and scientific causes for each of her abilities – as was the standard for this type of file. Natasha's beautiful face was impassive whilst internally she was seething.

Natasha had been very young when she'd been taken to the Red Room, and wasn't oblivious towards the fact that many other children were also victims; but she hated people who experimented on kids, or anyone, for that matter. Children, to her, were impressionable, naïve, often times sweet, and all-together innocent, things that she wanted to protect, it was a horrible crime to manipulate or otherwise hurt someone so young by giving them abilities (Even within her thoughts, the disgust was evident).

Clearly this child had been taken, or sold (It was a horrible thing, but sometimes parents or relatives who often abused their child would sell them out to scientists, letting them get 'powers' while getting a hefty sum of money in return) to some sick person, then trained in her new powers.

Natasha looked over the desk to where Fury sat, his dark-skinned face grave, and he pierced her with a one-eyed stare.

"Potter," He began strongly, "Needs to be taken out of her current situation, that much is clear. As you have read, she is young, and as much as a victim as anyone in her situation would be. I highly doubt she signed up for whatever training" He said, glowering impressively, he too despised the people who did this type of thing, and both he and Natasha had a righteous need to get justice in this situation. Both of them unaware that little Hali was happy and safe, though (At the time of the meeting) she was a tad hungry. "She has been getting."

Natasha nodded, "She'll go into the SHIELD Protection Act, after I get her?" She said, making it clear that she would be the one to rescue the girl, Hali, from her likely abusive family, and get her far away from the cruel hands of her surely harsh trainers.

"Yes." Fury said firmly and without hesitation, "As you read in the report, she was found out becauseluckily no one's taught her subtly."

Natasha nodded, she knew that it was a very good thing for the kid to be so obvious, sometimes the ones who were well versed in hiding themselves weren't rescued or taken from their situation before they went bad, or were, by then, untrusting to all around them.

"She has been caught on CCTV multiple times playing around with her abilities – nothing too harmful – and most of her confrontations with the agents we've already sent over have also been recorded." He paused, tapping a small button a small device, and the very thin television that hung behind Fury lit up with a grainy photo of the girl.

Natasha nearly winced, but years of training only made her expression darken. The girl was very small, and had a frightened look on her face as she faced of a SHIELD Agent whose hands were up in a placating gesture (Unknown to Natasha, she was frightened only because the Thestrals looked ready to kill the man in front of her, and she didn't want that to happen).

"My friends in Europe gladly passed over most of the information in the files you just read, along with a much surveillance footage as they could." The emphasis on 'friends' was unneeded, much like the words 'I'll be right back' meant that whoever said that would die in a horror film, it was common knowledge within SHIELD that 'friends' coming from Fury meant he was talking about his world-wide collection of agents scattered across the globe, picking up important information and reporting it back.

It was like an inside joke everyone knew.

"By that, you mean as much as they could steal?" Natasha said dryly, a smirk touching her lips, "Sir?" She said, easily tacking on the title in a way that made it seem respectful, despite how her sarcastic comment contradicted that.

Fury nodded, it was true and they both knew it, before he continued on like she hadn't interrupted, "Potter managed to take down all our operatives we sent to negotiate. She seems to be under the impression we want to harm her, or use her for her abilities." He paused, and Natasha frowned ever-so-slightly, that was expected, what with her trainers probably scaring her into not telling anyone, and not to forget her family, but it was still saddening that they'd turned an innocent child paranoid.

Fury continued, "None of the agents were killed, nor seriously injured. Each one of them were sent to a police department without their memories of what had occurred, and in some type of unexplained coma that they woke up from in a few minutes." Fury said seriously, "This is good, in a way, as it proves that she isn't heartless."

Natasha glowered, "I don't think any child can be heartless, sir." She said, narrowing her eyes dangerously, it was something she felt strongly about, what with people thinking the same of her, as a child and as an adult.

"I know." Fury said calmly, "But traumatizing experiences can cause extreme emotional damage, making one, at the very least, cold to others."

Natasha nodded stiffly, but she was appeased enough to not expound on the topic.

"Now." Fury began again, "You will watch what little surveillance footage we gathered, and then I'll send you on your way. Got it?"

Natasha nodded, she was looking forward to this mission very much.

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Godrics Hollow, Potter House, Hali's Bedroom. January 24th, 2011, 11:23 AM. – The day after Natasha's meeting with Fury.

Hali was annoyed, and Hel was busy at some tournament so she didn't have anyone to complain to. Her annoyance stemmed from the frankly confusing people who had been showing up the past few weeks, each wanting to 'rescue' her, and each giving a heartwarming speech about how her powers weren't bad, and she could do great things with them.

That was all well and good, but at the end of each of their repetitive chats, they'd ask her to come with them, to America. These, Hel had happily informed her when she'd told her, were SHIELD Agents, and apparently, they really wanted to rescue her. From what, Hali still didn't know.

But now they were getting steadily harder to stun. She really didn't want to hurt them, since they seemed to mean well, but she couldn't let them take her away from her loving family – and so, she stunned them, sent them on their merry way to a police station, and washed her hands of them.

Or, she would have, if they didn't keep trying over and over again.

That was why Hali sat with an irate look, plonked on her handsomely made wooden bed. Sunlight streamed in through a window, pooling onto her very light-brown carpet. It was a rare sunny day, the birds chirped and whistled, laughter rang from downstairs where the boys were playing a game of Twister.

But she was still annoyed.

Then, just to time to lift her out of her irritated mood, Hel appeared before Hali in the center of her room. A pleased smile on her face, and a small bag in hand. The pool of light landed on her, emphasizing the skeletal half of her body, and making the fact that she was clad in a gray casual cloak instead of her usual withered one very obvious. A small sticker clung to her cloak, the words 'My Name's Hel' on her chest – like one of those silly things that school teachers gave their students when they went on a field trip.

"Your here" Hali beamed, surprised but not upset, leaping from her bed and running into Hel's arms, and wrapping her into a hug. They looked at each other, nose's almost touching, and they both grinned at the same time.

"Going to kiss me, Hali?" Hel teased, smirking.

Hali rolled her eyes, pushing away from her incorrigible friend.

"Nope!" Hali chirped, then paused, considering it for a moment, "Although it did look like that." She said, snorting, and then began – in an mellowed out and smooth voice – "The two leaned into each other's arms, the rosy sunlight throwing her lipstick into greater color, they leaned forward, lips about to touch and then they –" Hali was cut off with Hel cuffing her on the head.

"Git." Hel said mildly, "That doesn't make sense, anyway. I don't even have lipstick. And the sunlight isn't pink, it's more of an orange color."

"You don't appreciate a good scene." Hali said, laughing, and the two were about to fall into their usual banter session, or, they would have, if not for the small animal-like noise coming from Hel's satchel.

Hali's eyes narrowed in on the bag, and she gave a very girlish squeal which would later embarrass her, once she had time properly.

"Give me my precious sugar glider!" Hali chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet, for what else could it be?

Hel smugly pulled the weird looking bug-eyed beast from her pouch, it gave a weird shrieking noise, like a bird, and flew into Hali's hair – biting into her scalp.

"How adorable!" Hali gasped, tugging the biting sugar glider from her tousled hair and petting its tiny head.

"Now do you wanna kiss me?" Hel said, smirk growing to Draco Malfoy levels of smirking, "And she leaned in, giving a whispered thanks into her ear… Breath tingling against her earlobe –" Hel was stopped from continuing her appalling scene by Hali cuffing her on the head.

"Oh quit it, would you?" Hali said, and Hel only snickered in response – giving Hel little hope she wouldn't be mercilessly teased about it for years to come. "But really, Hel, thanks so much!" Hali said, "Benevolont is the best!" She said as the small but deadly glider dug its claws into her shoulder, most likely drawing blood.

"Really?" Hel said, wrinkling her nose, "That's the name you choose?! Why not Fluffy, or something?"

"That's a Cerberus's name." Hali said immediately, thinking of Fluffy from First Year.

"Okay" Hel drawled out, in such a way that made it clear she didn't agree.

"Benevolont is a brilliant name, so it doesn't matter!" Hali said cheerfully, ignoring that she pronounced it differently the second time she said it.

Hel snorted, "Whatever, I've got to go to the after party." She looked disgusted for a moment, "Ugh, Thanos is going to be there – he's such a pig." She complained, "Sorry to cut our meeting short!" She said, already ready to launch herself out the window in her most favored method of leaving.

"Wait! how do I exclaim Benevolont to my parents?" Hali said, having not ever though that far into getting a sugar glider.

Hel laughed, "You ty explaining Bob to your family, I wish you luck!" And with an evil laugh worthy of a Dark Lord Hel leapt out the open window (The nametag from the competition still left on, making it less epic).

Hali sighed, now she had to someone get her parents to believe that the now nicknamed 'Bob' had been brought into the house by Stephen.

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A/N IMPORTANT if you noticed how weird it was that only Hali was discovered out of all the magical, let me explain.

To me, magic is partially sentient. So the magical animals, wizards/witches, and whatnot, would adapt towards technology, because this is their world and their magic is connected to it. So subconsciously, even if the wizard doesn't know about security cameras, that wizard's magic would know.

The persons magic would trick cameras, everyone watching would just see a perfectly normal person, with their hands in their pockets or something. While they are in reality levitating something. The magic that Hali has can't, as her magic is still tied to her world. Meaning it can't properly adapt (Hope that cleared it up!).

Please review! It makes my day, and will pressure me into writing quicker, I LOVE constructive criticism, and it helps me a lot to improve my writing. Give me ideas and things YOU would like to see.

(Edit: 9/11/2016, re-wording, better foreshadowing, and the entire Natasha talking to Fury scene changed completely – also, grammar changes.