May 2nd, 2021:

A/N: Hey guys! I totally forgot to introduce myself in the first chapter. I'm Delaney, a 17-year-old writer from a small town in Ontario, Canada and this is a totally different fic than what I usually write.

I would first like to give credit to the writer of "Spellbound" by methos2323, the first chapter of this story is loosely based on the first chapter of their fic so go check it out after you've read this chapter.

Secondly, I would like to give credit to my two Beta writers for this story. If anyone has read my other story, "Her Power in Time'' you'll recognize my first writer Rhi. She is my rock and helps me with all my fuck ups while writing and in real life. My second Beta Luke the Jedi master, my Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sam to my Bucky, the Ayla to my Marinette (And I will be adding new ones with every chapter because he hates it). Anyways, Luke is a Marvel expert and is here to make sure I don't fuck up any facts regarding Marvel.

I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter franchise nor the Marvel franchise. If I was, I would be rich and married to Sebastian Stan. However, we don't always get what we want in life do we:( BTW if any Marvel or HP actors see this fic and what it becomes in the future. I apologize.

June 22nd, 2012 - London, England

"Minerva? That's...a unique name." Tony said hesitantly. "One of my daughter's professors huh...maybe you could explain why she hasn't had any academic records since she turned 12."

The older woman smirked at the boldness of his statement. Of course, she knew who he was to the muggle world, however, like high society pureblood families, Minerva would be giving no special treatment to this man.

"That is one of the reasons I am here." Minerva said simply. "I was waiting for the next of kin for Miss. Granger to explain her "special" form of education."

"I assume by "special" you mean gifted? Considering she's my daughter, it's no surprise she's a genius." Tony said proudly, looking toward the curtain that blocked the visual between him and his daughter.

Minerva chuckled softly before replying, "While Miss. Granger is by far the brightest student our school has seen in decades. Maybe centuries, we are a very old school you see. But no, "gifted" is not what I meant by special."

Tony was confused. Other than being a genius, he couldn't think of any reason why Hermione would have a special education. Maybe the programs offered at this school specialize in specific fields of study. No, that can't be it. The weirdly dressed older women's tone was far more serious than that.

"What do you mean by-" Tony was suddenly cut off by a soft, cracking voice coming from behind the curtain.

"P-Professor? A-Are you still there?" the small British accented voice called from behind the curtain, her voice soft, her throat sounding raw.

"Yes, Miss. Granger, I was just speaking with a visitor of yours." Minerva replied as she started walking towards the curtain. She walked over to a small table and poured a glass of water to help the young girl's throat.

Tony was frozen in place. He really hadn't thought this through. What would he do? What would he say? Did Helen ever tell Hermione who her father was? Would his daughter hate him, thinking that he abandoned her?

"Visitor? Did Grandma Peggy somehow hear about this and make her way over from America? Or cousin Sharon? She shouldn't have come she should be with our grandmother taking care of her too-"

"It isn't your grandmother or cousin, Miss. Granger. Another relative." Minerva said vaguely, she didn't feel as if it was her place to tell the young girl the news she was about to receive.

"Another relative? I-I didn't think I had any other family…" Hermione said sadly, emotion choking up her voice.

Tony could tell from the tone of her voice that she'd just remembered that her parents are dead. He figured that was his cue to come forward. With each step he took closer to the opening of the curtain, his feet felt heavier. As he approached the curtain he looked up to see the older woman. Minerva gestured with a smile for him to approach the curtain and finally meet his daughter.

He looked up and saw a young, gaunt girl who looked like she hadn't slept in days. "She probably hasn't." He thought to himself. The girl had long, wild, curly brown hair, behind the dark circles under her eyes he saw a matching pair to his. She had his eyes, a rich, dark chocolate brown color with hints of gold around the iris. Other than his eyes and hair color, she was the spitting image of his godmother, Peggy Carter.

The only difference is she looked beaten down by the world, unable to maintain her strong persona any longer. He couldn't stop looking at her, and he knew he was in trouble. He'd be beating the boys away with his suit. If the stories his dad told him were true, Peggy and Captain America were even a bit of a thing back in their day. Hermione and Peggy could be twins… holy fuck he was in trouble.

"You're Tony Stark." Hermione said snapping him out of his haze, Tony cleared his throat before attempting to speak.

"Yes, I am." Tony replied. "Wow, no shit genius." He mentally scorned himself.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked in a small voice, before mustering up the courage to square her shoulders and strongly say what she said next. "Look if this is one of those orphan charity things I certainly don't-"

"I'm your dad." Tony spat out quickly. It took him a moment to realize what he had confessed. "Really Stark? Are you trying to traumatize the poor girl? Her whole world has already been turned upside down and instead of easing her into this and you just spit it all out? You've really done it this time." Tony scolded himself once again.

Hermione's eyes went as wide as saucers, "You're my what?!"

It was at this moment, Tony knew he'd fucked up. He'd fucked up BIG TIME.

"Shit-...I mean...crap-...I mean." Tony sighed, knowing he'd have to slow down to get the story straight. "What I meant to say is that...I am your biological father."

Tony watched the frightened young girl process this life-changing information. She was quiet for a long time. He recognized the look on her face, it was the same face he made when he was trying to figure out a problem with his suit.

"What. The. Fuck, mom." Hermione said stumped, looking at the ceiling as if scolding her mother who was in heaven. She then looked down and was silent again.

"That look you have on your face?" Tony said, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him with such a helpless look on her face, it was indescribable. However, she reluctantly nodded to confirm she did have a specific look on her face. "Yeah, that's a better reaction than mine when I found out."

Hermione nodded and looked away for a moment before realization crossed her face. "You didn't know? A-About me, I mean."

Tony shook his head, "No. I found out a couple of hours ago when my A.I. told me he got a notice about your… parents' death insurance. I had him look into it a bit more and that's when I found out about you." Tony explained calmly, trying not to panic the girl any more than he already had. "As soon as I found out, I hopped on a plane and got here as quick as I could."

"Mum told me you wanted nothing to do with me." Hermione said angrily. She didn't know where the anger was directed. At her mother for potentially lying to her, or the man standing in front of her who could also be lying.

"I swear I had no idea you existed until yesterday." Tony said, shaking his head, looking at the girl desperately. He put his hands on the edge of her bed, gripping it for dear life. He looked down at the ground trying to figure out where to begin. "How much do you know about me? About my life?"

"Well, I didn't know you were my father if that's what you think. Mum just told me that my biological father wanted nothing to do with me and that my stepdad, my REAL dad was going to be there for me." Hermione said, calming down.

"And I am very grateful he was." That comment surprised Hermione. From what she'd read about Tony Stark before Iron Man was that he was a very possessive person to those he cared about most. She figured that Tony would've tried to make her forget as much as she could about her stepfather, the man who raised her. "As much as I wish it was me...I-I'm grateful that you had someone there." Tony said sincerely. "But I meant more about what I do."

"I know you used to deal with weapons, following in the footsteps of your father. However, after you escaped your kidnapping you stopped selling weapons and became Iron Man. I remember watching you defeat Obadiah Stane on the news." Hermione said matter of factly. Tony smiled at the fact that his daughter had watched his career as Iron Man from the beginning. Then he remembered why he had even asked her what she knew in the first place.

"Obadiah Stane is the reason I never knew you." Tony told her, finally looking up to meet her eyes. She could see a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. At the look of confusion on her face, he continued. "When your mother was pregnant with you and even after you were born, she tried to contact me to tell me about you. At the time I was too caught up in drinking and fucking my way around the world to answer any mail or emails. Stane took care of all that for me, when he caught wind of your mother it wasn't anything new to him. I got pregnancy claims about 5 times a month, though none of them ever turned out to be true.

"He checked with your mother after you were born and got a paternity test. When it came up positive, he staged an email from me telling your mother that I wanted nothing to do with you but would pay child support. I have no idea why he'd even bother sponsoring you instead of just faking paternity results but-"

"It's because I'm smart." Hermione told him. At Tony's confusion "Yeah you're my kid, no shit you're smart," look, she continued. "Because I am just as smart if not smarter than you, he wanted to use that. He wanted to groom me to be the perfect genius child and then expose my parentage in the future to control me. He wanted to use my anger and my genius to his advantage."

Tony was impressed, to say the least. At the surprised expression on his face, Hermione let out a small chuckle with a smirk.

"'If not smarter than me', huh?" Tony said with a bemused smile, quoting her previous words. Hermione smirked at the call back to her previous statement.

"I never knew where I got it from. Not that mum was stupid or anything. But my ambition was something else. I always strived to be the best, not that I had to try or anything. But if I ever wanted to get anywhere in my education I had to learn it myself." Hermione explained.

"If you don't mind my asking...if you are as smart as I'm sure you are, why haven't you completed any University or College degrees by now?" Tony asked. "I was only a year older than you when I graduated from MIT."

Hermione's expression once again became sad, "I first applied to Oxford when I was 8, something you wouldn't have seen on the background check that I'm sure you did on me. I had a neighbor who was a high school teacher at a nearby college. He agreed to help me complete the required credits, in his free time. I earned the credits I needed and just decided to apply. I did it without telling my mum, I wanted to surprise her when I got accepted."

"I bet she was." Tony said proudly.

"I didn't get in, I received an email telling me to try again when I was older." Hermione said with disgust in her voice. "My mother changed my last name from Carter-Sousa to Granger when she married so I didn't have the Stark or Carter name to make people take me seriously."

"Those fuckers." Tony said angrily, "I bet they took one look at the year of your birth and decided that it was a prank. You were 8, already probably freaking out because you were way too smart for your age and already felt like a freak."

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Yeah, how'd you know?"

Tony chuckled softly in response, "I'm the son of Howard Stark, a famous billionaire, one of the main reasons the Allies won the second world war. I couldn't go anywhere without paparazzi, women, and even some dudes following me. I could never tell when people wanted to be friends with me or friends with the Stark name and all it represented. Circumstances with you and me were obviously different but..."

"No!" Hermione said a little too loudly. Tony could hear Minerva laughing behind him. "I mean...I totally understand that. So many people were only nice to me so that I would do their homework. I only realized it when I was 10 which pretty much destroyed my self-esteem." Hermione seemed lost in thought for a moment, a small smile still playing on her face.

"Anyways to answer your question I continued to apply to Oxford since it was the only elite school close to me. It took two years to be accepted. The only problem was that they refused my application for financial aid. I knew my parents would never be able to afford it. At that point, Obadiah Stane had cut contact with my mum and in turn me. My parents were struggling to even afford the private school I attended. Without Stane's funding, affording luxuries like that became difficult. So I never told her about the acceptance. I didn't want Mum to feel bad about not being able to provide that fancy stuff for me. But that is when Professor McGonagall came into my life."

Tony turned around to look at the oddly dressed woman, she walked towards Hermione and stood beside her.

"Did you want me to lead this conversation, Miss. Granger, or would you like to explain?" Minerva asked Hermione sympathetically. The professor knew that this would be bringing up memories for the young girl. Memories of learning about magic, saying goodbye at the platform, then reuniting over the holidays.

"If you don't mind...last time I had this conversation it was with…" Hermione's voice choked before she began sobbing uncontrollably. Tony ran to her side, sitting on her bed, and pulled the frizzy hair girl into his arms. He rubbed slow circles in her back in an attempt to soothe her. He never shushed her or told her it would all be alright because he knew that that wasn't what she needed right now.

After a few minutes, the girl's sobs turned into quiet sniffles, and Tony pulled away slowly. Hermione noticed this and pulled him back, circling her arms around his middle tightly, not willing to let go. Even though he knew the situation was sad, He couldn't help but smile at the young girl's seemingly instant dependence on him. He shifted himself to lie right beside her, Hermione's arms still wrapped around his middle and her head lying on his shoulder.

"Am I alright to begin Miss. Granger?" The older woman asked with deep sympathy in her eyes, Hermione looked up at the woman and nodded. Minerva looked like she was about to speak before Tony asked one of the MANY questions that had been burning him.

"I'm sorry, am I missing something? It feels like there is something major that I am missing here and I would like to be put into the loop." Tony said with a slightly raised voice. He was irritated. He was used to being in the know with everything. Even S.H.I.E.L.D secrets, anything that was urgent to them, would be known to Tony.

"This is about Miss. Granger's education. You had a question earlier and from what I am about to tell you, you will no doubt have plenty more." Minerva said patiently. She was used to irritated parents who show many different emotions when receiving this news.

" -Tony-um," Hermione muttered. Tony couldn't help but grin at his daughter's awkwardness. It saddened him that she hadn't said 'Dad', however, he knew it was too soon for that. Her parents had just died and even if they were still around, he'd missed 16 years of her life. He couldn't just step into that role for her and he was fine with that. Maybe one day he'd earn the honor of 'Dad' status.

"Tony, is fine kid. Whatever you're comfortable with, as long as you're calling me something." Tony said. Now that he'd met Hermione he couldn't imagine his life without her. He would never be leaving her again. "What were you going to say?"

"I just wanted to begin the story, I figured if I was the one to begin it, you may calm down a little bit. Whenever I talk you seem to calm down so figured I would give it a shot and see if it worked now." Hermione said with her head still resting on his shoulder, her eyes looking up at him. It was the kind of look a small toddler would give their parents as a way to get what they want. Hermione sat up and took a deep breath, she still sat beside Tony but was angled to be more in front of him than before. Tony reached out to help her as he remembered she had a broken arm and a concussion. Hermione held out her hands as if to signal 'I'm fine' She looked Tony shyly in the eyes. He could tell she was nervous but didn't know why.

"As we discussed, I was always an outcast. N-Not...just because I was a kind genius but it was also because I was...different."

At her hesitance to continue Tony said: "Hey whatever it is...it's okay. If it is a part of you then I'm sure I will love it. You can tell me anything, Hermione, no judgment, no more secrets."

Hermione took a deep breath before continuing: "It didn't make sense until Professor McGonagall showed up on my doorstep. Weird things would happen to me all the time. The first time anything happened, I was 3. We had gotten home late from a birthday party across town, my mom said it was too late to read me a bedtime story. Me being the bookworm I am, looked forward to those bedtime stories every night. So naturally, when it was taken from me, I got angry. So angry that I looked at the shelf and suddenly 3 books came flying through the air and into my hands."

Before Tony could say anything about what Hermione had confessed she continued with her story, looking down to avoid Tony's eyes. She didn't want to see the look on his face when she told him how different she really was.

"Luckily my mother wasn't in the room when that happened. Until Professor McGonagall explained everything I had thought it was all my imagination. The second time anything strange happened I was 6. I was late for school and was rushing to have breakfast. My parents were too busy warming their car and getting ready to help me reach the cereal on the top shelf. Next thing I knew I was levitating up the top shelf and grabbing the cereal. It freaked me out so much that I fell. If it wasn't for my mom catching me I probably would've cracked my head open on the dining room table."

"There were some other minor incidents here and there. I would enter a room and TVs would turn on. I would think of something and suddenly it would appear in front of me. I never told my parents anything and whenever they saw these things happen they wouldn't talk about it. At least not to me. I'm sure they talked about it in private and didn't know what to do. Other than the genius thing, these strange occurrences were one of the main reasons I kept to myself most of the time. I thought I was too weird for friends and that it would be safer if I just kept to myself."

"I was the outcast and weirdo, the odd one out until Professor McGonagall showed up."

Tony didn't know what to say. Not that it made him love his daughter any less. He was just confused. How did she get these powers? Could he even call them powers? Just what was his daughter?

"Telekinesis?" Tony managed to get out while trying to control the millions of questions currently running through his head. Hermione shook her head which was still looking faced down and away from Tony which did not go unnoticed. He pulled her back down into his arms. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Hermione's head rested on his shoulder once again. "Hey. You know I don't think any different of you right? So you can do some pretty cool things...it doesn't make you any less my daughter. But I have to ask...what does this have to do with you basically disappearing at the age of 12?"

"I believe I can answer that." Minerva finally spoke. The father and daughter had almost completely forgotten that the woman was still in the room. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Minerva McGonagall and I am Hermione's Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Wizardry? Like potions, hats, green skin, and 'I'll get you my precious?" Tony asked, slightly amused. But at the look of the two women, he realized they were dead serious. He turned to look at Minerva intensely. "So you're telling me that my daughter is Galinda and is attending a school that teaches other witches?"

"Yes and wizards. We teach a multitude of-" Minerva began to explain the education that Hermione was receiving. From the amount that Tony had mentioned education Minerva inferred that it was very important to him. Tony got up from the bed and began pacing the room, muttering to himself.

"You mean to tell me that my daughter is Sabrina the Teenage witch!" Tony exclaimed excitedly. Hermione immediately shushed him, and because of this Tony could tell that this was all a secret. "How does no one know about this? How does no one know you guys exist?"

"Muggles aren't supposed to-" Hermione began to explain.

"Muggle?" Tony asked. He was pretty up to date on the lingo kids use nowadays and "muggle" isn't one of them.

"It means a non-magical person. In the US they call them No Maj-" Hermione began to say and was once again interrupted by Tony.

"The US? You mean you guys are all over the world?" Tony asked.

"Yes, we have communities all over the world. Now can you let us tell you about Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, slightly amused yet irritated. She was happy that Tony accepted what she was but she really wanted to be able to finish a sentence.

"I'm sorry did I just hear someone say Hogwarts?" Happy and Pepper had just stepped through the door. Happy recognized the name Hermione Granger from whispers in his friend group. As soon as Tony had said his daughter's name Happy couldn't stop thinking about where he'd heard it from. He didn't want to mention it to Tony as he didn't want to worry his employer. After seeing the older women in the room and hearing the word 'Hogwarts', Happy finally realized where he had heard Hermione's name from. He pointed to Hermione, "You're a witch."

Minerva and Hermione's faces went ghost-white at Happy's words. Pepper stood in the doorway utterly confused. Tony was also confused for a different reason. He knew witches and wizards were a secret to the majority of the world or at least now he knew that. So how in the hell did Happy know that witches were real?

"Hermione, Minerva, this is my good friend and security guard Happy." Happy nodded slightly in an attempt to look cool. Tony noticed Happy's gesture and rolled his eyes. "And this is my girlfriend Pepper."

Tony was nervous about Hermione meeting Pepper. He understood that Hermione would have gone through this before with Helen's husband, however, he was nervous about his two girls meeting.

Hermione looked at the woman in front of her was average height, and thin. Her fiery red hair was like Ginny's, but not as bright. It came to just below shoulder length, and half of it was pinned up using a claw clip. Her green eyes were big and bright, with a touch of concern within. She was beautiful. Hermione wasn't surprised to hear Tony had a girlfriend, she'd seen the news, and her mum updated her on pop culture while she was away at school. She was happy for her dad 'I guess I should probably get used to referring to him as that, at least in my head' Hermione said to herself. She knew she wasn't ready to call him that out loud yet, it would make her parents' death feel too real. But eventually, she hoped they'd grow close enough for him to be called 'Dad'.

"If I may ask, how did you know of our existence?" Minerva asked Happy sternly. Happy's face instantly became sad. He walked closer to Hermione with Pepper following. Hermione was confused why the man was coming over to her but she didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest, she was more sympathetic.

"You're a Hogwarts student, have you ever heard of the Goyle family?" Happy asked him seriously with a hint of sadness in his voice. Hermione of course recognized the name from the pureblood Slytherin she went to school with.

"Yes. I go to school with Gregory Goyle. Slytherin, he's a bit of a prig if you ask me. He's a henchman to Draco Malfoy" Hermione answered simply, until she realized, "Wait! How do you know that name? Aren't you a muggle?" Hermione questioned, she became quiet for just a moment. It was at that moment that Pepper saw that look. The look Tony got whenever he was trying to solve a problem with some new tech. Pepper smiled to herself, she'd never even talked to the young brunette but she knew that Hermione was going to be a big part of her life.

"Yes, I am awaiting that answer too." Minerva said stiffly. Tony just stood there confused as hell. He really wanted an answer too. Had his security guard been a wizard this whole time?

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Happy Hogan formerly known as Harold "Happy" Goyle." Happy said with an uneven smile on his face. Minerva gasped from the end of the hospital bed. Hermione, Tony, and Pepper looked at her, confused.

"T-the Goyles, they said you'd died…" Minerva said sadly. It took a moment before a look of realization crossed her face. "Oh..you're a squib… aren't you."

Happy nodded before elaborating: "When I was 8 I had shown no signs of any magical signature. My brother Greg… Gregory Sr I guess that's how he's known now since he has a son named Greg…-Anyway, he had already shown signs of magic at the age of 4. My biological parents didn't want it to get out that I was a squib. My mother ordered my father to 'get rid of the trash' aka me but in the end...he couldn't kill me. Next thing I knew I was dropped off at a muggle orphanage.

"I would talk about magic all the time when I was younger, people didn't think much of it, and only thought I had a big imagination. It wasn't until one of the matrons, who was a witch told me that I couldn't talk about it in the real world. That is when I started understanding that I wasn't a wizard, but a squib, whose family was so ashamed of him that they left him on the streets. I kept my past to myself, I never told another soul about where I came from, until now. About two years later on my tenth birthday, the Hogans were volunteering at the orphanage as part of a conference from the US. They fell in love with me and took me home with them. They became my family but I couldn't help but wonder whatever happened to my brother."

The room was silent as Happy told his story. Minerva and Hermione were both sniffling, knowing that this was a common thing that happened amongst squibs. If they weren't taken to the muggle world, they were either killed or enslaved. Happy was one of the lucky few who had a parent show mercy in this type of situation.

Tony was still fucking confused.

"I'm sorry to break up this touching moment, and Happy I am so sorry that happened to you. But what the hell is a squib?" Tony asked in his usual blunt tone.

Minerva and Hermione realized that Tony was still in the room and had no idea what they had been talking about the last several minutes. Minerva went to speak but Hermione had beaten the old woman to it.

"A squib is a person born from two pureblooded parents." Hermione explained. "To put it simply there are three levels of blood status. Pureblood is a bloodline that claims to have only ever come from Magic. Making them 'pure' meaning that they wouldn't have had children with muggles or muggle-borns in any part of their family tree. With me so far?" Hermione asked Tony while taking a break from her rambling session.

"Sort of." Tony said, trying to work out what his daughter had said.

"Good. Then there are muggle-borns. I am a muggle-born. What it means is that I was born from two parents without magic. Now there isn't any definitive reason in the magical world as two why this happens-" Hermione said but was cut off once again by Tony.

"But you have a theory about it." Tony said noticing his daughter's face and seeing the same look that his Godmother Peggy had whenever she theorized anything. Hermione smiled and nodded at his comment.

"I believe that muggle-borns are born from very distant magic, squibs. Squibs lived as muggles and had children with muggles. I believe that descendants of those squibs have to wait until two people of genetic compatibility come together from those lines for their magic to be reborn in the form of muggle-born children." Hermione said with a proud look on her face.

"So what causes squibs?" Tony asked curiously. He wanted to know if it was possible to 'cure' Happy, maybe even give him back his birthright of magic.

"Again there is no scientific answer but-" Hermione started again and was cut off by Tony.

"You have a theory." Tony finished her sentence. Hermione smiled at this little routine she already had with Tony.

"Yes, I do. Pureblood after a long time has begun to have children with muggle-borns hence-" Hermione said.

"The half-bloods." Tony finished. Minerva and Hermione looked at each other, then at Tony. They were surprised at Tony caught on to this quickly. Even as a genius they expected him to be a little reluctant to the whole magic thing. He is a man of science after all. Tony however was insulted at the surprised look of the two girls. "What? I pay attention!"

Hermione smiled softly to herself. "I never doubted that. Anyways my theory is that because purebloods want to keep their lines 'pure' there was a lot of inbreeding. Which caused a lot of genetic defects, one of the biggest being squibs." Hermione said

"Obviously this was like a thing in the 1600's right? They don't do that now though right?" Tony asked hopefully. Minerva, Happy, and Hermione looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into hysterical laughter. Tony looked annoyed at their inside joke until he realized what they had said about the inbreeding, he blanched in disgust.

"Tony, my parents were cousins. FIRST COUSINS. If I had stayed within the family I would've had to marry my second cousin Matilda. There was already a contract and everything. Good thing the contract doesn't bind unless both children are magically otherwise I STILL would've had to marry her." Happy told Tony simply, as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Ahem…" Pepper cleared her throat in an attempt to get everyone's attention. The four others in the room had completely forgotten about the red-haired woman in the room. It was at that moment Pepper appeared to have a pale look of total confusion. She clearly knew everything and was trying to piece together the facts. She pointed to Hermione, "You-You're" She struggled to get out. She pointed to Minerva next, "And you- you're." Pepper was gasping for air at this point, she pointed at Happy last. "And Happy...what-" Tony reluctantly stood from Hermione's side and walked over to Pepper trying to help her breathe. Colour started returning to the redhead's face, her breathing had calmed, and her head had cleared. Everyone in the room held a breath as she asked the all-important question of the day. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

IMPORTANT! (THIS INFORMATION IS ABOUT THE FUTURE OF THE STORY)

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for making it to the end of this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it.

I wanted to just briefly discuss my plan for the story. Now I have a life outside of writing, Harry Potter and Marvel (a very small life compared to that but it is still a life). I do have a job and I am a grade 11 student in high school. I am applying to art school next year as well which can make my life super stressful and building a portfolio is time-consuming. I am also writing another fic on my page.

However, I am going to try my very VERY best to update this at least once a week. There won't be a set date for when I update. But it will be within a 7-9 day period. Like I promised for my other fic, I WILL NOT abandon this fic. It may take me 20 years but it will be finished. I know what it is like to read an unfinished fic and I will not leave you hanging like that.

I may make a playlist in the future of songs I listen to while writing this fic so stay tuned for that. I also plan to make this a VERY long fic. Over 100 chapters at LEAST. This fic is about a week or 2 before the events of the Avengers (Do with that information what you will ;). This story is going to be different from the MCU timeline. For example, a certain attractive metal-armed man might've survived a train accident in the 1940s and was frozen in the ice with his best bud, instead of being controlled by an underground terrorist group. But again WHO COULD THAT BE?

Also for all you artists out there, I give you permission to create fan art on this fic if you want to. I only ask that you give this fic credit if you post it ANYWHERE and let me know in the comments where it is posted because I WANT TO SEE IT. 3

I have to tie the wizarding world in with this world which means some of the timelines will be changing. Certain movies or events may not take place because I, for one, like to create happy endings in my stories.

So please don't be mad if I don't update for a while, I promise I will have a good excuse for missing an update. Also please don't be mad at me for not sticking to the marvel timeline because I promise at the end you will be happy.

Well, that's all for me this week. Luke and I are having a bit of an argument right now so I need an opinion on it. So let's take a poll, it's a two-parter poll so bear with me. The first question is,

Did the super soldier serum make Bucky hotter? Yes or No? And if you want to give a reason, state your case because I want to TAKE LUKE DOWN.

The second question is, which Bucky is your favorite (Etc; FATWS, Civil War, First Avenger…) and what are some of your theories about what will be Bucky's story in this fic. I already gave you a hint above on where he will be in the story so let me know in the comments.

I love you guys so much and I will see you in the next update!

-Delaney

EDITED on November 11th, 2022