I don't own the Harry Potter plot or Characters nor do I own The Avengers plot or Characters. I am just playing in the sandbox with them. I do however own this plot and my own original characters. I also do not own the Potter name. This is a Fem-Harry pairing and a reverse harem. This is a crossover between Harry Potter, the Avengers, and the X-men. This will also be a creature inheritance fic and master/mistress of death.

Prologue

Rosemary and Holly Potter Freyadóttir were unlike any normal ordinary little girls; and they were also known as the girls who lived. The prophesized Children along with one Neville Longbottom even though he hadn't been marked like the two baby girls had been that fateful night.

One set of parents was legally dead, the other set was legally insane. Having been tortured to insanity. For the moment there was no way to heal the Longbottoms. So poor Neville was basically without his parents as well. Even if they were still technically among the living.

The girls' mother had been named Lilly Jay Potter neé Evens and she had also been the love of one James Charuls Potter's had met in Hogwarts during their first year.

He had been fighting for her love ever since he had first seen her in their first year; The year he had first met her. The School was a special school that taught magic to upcoming young witches and wizards who were natural born magicals.

Yes she was Lilly Potter but she was also known by a second name. An ancient and old name; The name was Freya Oldindóttir. She was the adopted daughter of Frigga and Oldin. She was the older adopted sister of one Thor Oldinson and one Loki Oldinson.

Yes she was Lilly Potter but at the same time she wasn't her spirit and soul were that of Freya a Norse goddess. A norse goddess who had gained her memories back at the age of twelve. She was a special golden soul, she was special for many reasons I will go into those many reasons further later.

Their father was known by the name James Charuls Potter. He too, was once known by another name. The name of an immortal mutant named James Logan Howllet. A mutant who was known as the Wolverine.

He was James Potter truly however at the same time he wasn't; his spirit and soul were that of James Logan Howlett who had been a mutant magical known as the Wolverine. He had been reborn as the baby named James Charuls Potter; the dying son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter their baby had been born too soon and had been dying because of the early birth and not fully developed organs.

A spell had been cast on him that caused the separating of his body and soul and it sent his true body into a very deep sleep. His true body had been hidden within a deep dark cave; a unique and magical cave that was hidden deep underground and he was never found.

His true body had slept for so many long years, never waking up, just slow shallow breaths and light heart beats and little to no brain activity, just enough brain activity to keep his body alive. There was no soul and no spirit within it.

As a certain deranged Wizard had decided to help the Potters, knowing that the Potter's son would be a part of a very important prophecy.

Now James Logan Howlett didn't lose his mutation or the magic he had never learned to harness. His healing factor ended up saving the baby boy's body allowing the baby to live even if the baby had a different and old soul. His magic had changed James' body slightly, combining the genetics and DNA of the body, converting it to a stronger body. It gave the lonely mutant a second life with a new set of parents; a new family.

This gave Logan a second chance as a happy child. It gave him a shot at a loving family even if he didn't remember his first childhood. When he was young he had the bliss of not knowing the truth. If the old wizard had anything to say about it he would have never remembered who he truly was. Who he had been before all this had happened.

The wizard took for granted the mutant's quick recovery rate even in this new body. The young boy didn't remember being that lonely Canadian mutant with an untapped magical pool. As the young boy grew and got stronger magically he started throwing off most of the spells that had once been cast upon him.

It was too late for him to leave the new body he was now housed in; only death was able to break that, the tether he now held because of his magic and mutation changing the young boy's body. The young boy's body was now his in every way.

The young boy began to remember when he had just turned fourteen. He however was happy here he had family, he had his friends and he had his redhead green eyed beauty.

Granted this green eyed beauty didn't like him one bit because of his pranks. More the pranks he played on one Severus Prince Snape.

He may have remembered that he was the wolverine but he had still been a child once more. He had been young and stupid but he had changed after one horrible prank and began trying to make it up to the snake. He had realised something important shortly after that day.

He wasn't sure exactly what he was to him; but felt a sort of bound towards him. He started to feel the bond when he turned sixteen and gained his feral senses back through his inheritance. At the same time he had also gained a high elf status as his elven blood awoke.

The wizard mentioned before had planned to use James Potter's first born child to fulfil an old prophecy. Though this prophecy had been around for decades and it was a prophecy not made by the fates. I was a false prophecy, a prophecy that had been made up by man and not the fates.

The Fates took a lot of offence at this. They were the ones who were supposed to create the prophecies, not the had taken great pleasure in changing the plans the wizard came up with. Changing the paths he tried to take. For he had harmed their favourite play things 'err' People. Tom Riddle and the Potters and the Potters' true selves.

The aged wizard had blocked many things. James never understood the need he had for the supposed dark lord, nor the snake, the wolf, the grimm or the flower. These links had been almost completely blocked. He only had the sense of need and want towards them he had ignored the feeling however and only paid attention to the flower.

Freya, on the other hand, had seen that the Evans family had wanted another daughter but because of complications during Camellia Evans's second pregnancy, their child had ended up being born as a stillborn. Carlisle Evans was a good support system, however, there was only so much he could do.

Freya had decided to send herself to them, sending her mind and spirit into the stillborn infant, making it appear as if the infant had lived her magic, changing the genetics so it was able to host the goddess.

The goddesses' true body had gone into a deep sleep. When she was reborn into the stillborn infant to the Evans' family they had named her Lilly Jay Evans. Camellia and Carlisle Evans had been so happy to find out that their little Lilly flower had survived.

In her time as Lilly, she had been able to experience Hogwarts and make friends, even finding four of her soulmates in James Potter, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.

She had married James but there had always been something off with him like part of him was missing as if he was there but at the same time not, If that made any sense. She was never quite able to tell the other three about the link they shared. She could sense that their links were blocked to each other and to herself.

The Marauders were always picking on poor Severus. But one day after she had saved him from them he had uttered the cursed name mudblood calling her this.

She had long since forgiven him for calling her a mudblood. The reasons she had forgiven him were One: he was one of her soulbonds, Two: she knew at the time he had been angry about the way his life was going and always being teased, Three: she knew he did not mean what he had said nor did he know who she was to him, and Four: he did not know who she truly was and that, the Evans family were indeed a pureblood family and that Petunia was actually a different type of witch and That their mother Camellia was a mutant witch and not a muggle their powers just worked differently, the magic came more naturally to them.

The couple had been known as the Potters in the wizarding world. On the night that they were attacked it hadn't been Voldemort who attacked, it had been someone different but Voldemort had been blamed.

He had sensed a connection to the twin girls and he had come to find out what it was and to defend them but he had been twisted instead. Voldemort's soul had been pulled apart by a crazy wizard who was not as light as he seemed. The lord's soul was mostly placed into five objects and a shard had entered the girls looking for safety and what was left had become a wraith.

The Potters had died as Lilly and James had but Freya and Logan had not. Freya and Logan went back to their true bodies that night.

Freya who had already remembered everything and tried to get back to her one year old daughters as soon as she could but they were gone by the time she was able to get back to the hidden cabin. The cabin looked as if it had exploded from the inside; it was left in ruins of its former glory.

She quickly made her way to her babies nursery and had found them already gone, their cots empty; but in her heart she knew they still lived the ritual and sacrifice she had done had brought them closer magically and spiritually it had brought her closer to her children, closer than any other mother would ever be. It let her know how her children fared; if they were hurt, if they were in need, how their health was.

Even if it didn't allow her to find them it had been a ritual only the Norse gods were able to do for themselves or others. The self sacrifice of her human life however placed a blood protection on her daughters that would always run within them and it allowed her to bless her beautiful baby girls.

She grabbed a few of their favourite toys and their baby blankets and placed them into her mage space. She grabbed her precious photo albums and the two baby books that had managed to survive out of her and Jame's room through this whole visit. She had tears rolling down her cheeks from her bright emerald green eyes.

For she knew that her human life had ended along with her husband's life that night. Her life was changing too quickly for her liking; she had been so happy with her reborn life. She had had friends and true family; she had; had her daughters her precious babies.

Now she had no idea when she would see them again if ever. Her husband, one of the loves of her life, was gone.

She just hoped her babies were with their godfathers Sevy and Siri. She hoped they would have a happy life until she could show herself to them once more as a princess of Asgard and a princess of the Elves.

Yes, she had originally come from a realm of elves, one of the royal lines. She was adopted into the Asgarian royal family a few weeks after accidentally entering the realm one night after her parents had been murdered.

Logan hadn't been as lucky enough to be able to remember anything when his soul returned to his original person. After waking up he always felt as if something was missing in his life. Someone important was missing from his life, several important people. However for the life of him he couldn't remember who or what he was missing, it was just blank and empty whenever he tried to remember it ended up being just a feeling he carried with him all his life.