Severus's p.o.v.

"I heard about what happened with you and Draco's parents.", he comments as we walk down the hall.

"Did you now?"

"Is she in danger?", he asks and I look at him, "You should tell me that."

"Danger that we face as Avengers she can handle. Magic, on the other hand ...I'm not so sure."

"If she is who you claim that she is, she can handle far more than we think.", I say and he looks at me, "Not until she completely masters the sword. Until then, she is no more human that her brother. Yes, she has some abilities but they are fragile."

"So, she is in danger.", I say.

"Is there a chance of his parents getting out of their way and hurt her?", he asks, obviously shaken by the conversation I had with Lucius and Narcissa.

"No. At least not for now. They won't do anything to jeopardize their relationship with the Dark Lord, and he won't go out of his way to mess with Evie's father."

"Does he know?", Thor asks, looking at me.

"No. At least not to my knowledge."

"Can you investigate that?", he asks and I stop walking.

He stops as well, his tall figure standing a few feet away from me.

"That ...would be a dangerous game to play. And something Dumbledore wouldn't agree with."

"But if you love her-"

"I will leave that alone.", I cut him off and step a bit closer to him.

"Listen, I realize you care about her ...a lot, and I appreciate that because I know she is safe with you. I trust you and your judgements, and I would like for you to do the same thing. I know the Dark Lord more than anyone. He is smart and always on alert. If he sees a hint of manipulative interaction, he won't only kill me, he will kill her as well, without needing to know exactly why. He will stay loyal to Ivar as long as he feels like it. No, the Malfoy's can't change his mind but if I start to act out of my persona and question things I usually wouldn't ...he will go out of his way and act. And it will be deadly.", I explain to him.

He looks and me, visibly processing what I just told him and nods after a few seconds.

"Is that a good enough reason for you?", I ask.

"But wait, can't you like read minds?"

"So can he. I can't penetrate into his mind if he shields it. He is a strong wizard, stronger than me.", I say.

"What about Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore's job is to protect this school and the people inside of it. As harsh as it sounds, you two are here to protect us, not the other way around."

"I understand.", he speaks with disappointment.

But he knows that in the end of the day, I am right.

"And how is she handling the sword? Any progress?", I ask.

"No, at least not the amount that we need. It reacts now and then but still out of her control. But," he says and his face lightens up, smiling, "We maybe have a solution.", he wiggles his eyebrows and I start to have my doubts in his, still unrevealed solution.

Evie's p.o.v.

The watch rings a few more times before I take a deep breath and press the green button.

"Hey Ton-", but the only thing I hear is beeps.

He hung up.

I tab my nail on the plastic screen of the watch, contemplating to call him back or not.

"Nervous?", Dumbledore's voice breaks the silence.

"A bit.", I admit.

"A few weeks have passed ...time sometimes makes it harder to confront issues, especially family issues. And, he is your family."

"A conversation over the phone seems so ...vague.", I say, looking at my watch.

"You want to do it in person?", he asks and I nod.

"What is stopping you?"

"Well, if I call him he will insist on talking immediately. Traveling to S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't an option and besides, the walls have ears there."

"Send him a letter.", he suggests with a smile.

I raise my eyebrow, "A letter? You have a postoffice here?"

He chuckles, "Not exactly." and turns his head towards an hazel colored owl that rests on a wooden stick.

I frown, taking a few steps towards the majestic creature that now has noticed me, "I didn't see it when I came in."

"You like it?", he asks as I smile, inspecting the beautiful brownish feathers with a few white stains.

I slowly raise my hand and look at Dumbledore, "Can I?"

He nods and I gently pet the owls head.

"Amazing.", I whisper as mu fingers slide down her head.

"Do you want it?", he asks and I look at him in confusion, "You would just give me your owl?"

"It's not mine, it belongs to the school. We have a few of them but this one seems eager to have an owner. And you seem eager of some feathery company.", he comments.

"What's his name?", I ask, still petting the owl.

"Number seven.", he speaks and I look at him again, "You name your owls with numbers? Like Jewish people in concentration camps?"

"Now, now, don't be so harsh on us. You can name her, and it's a her, the way you want."

"I can seriously take her?", I ask.

"Consider it a delayed welcome gift.", he says.

"Okay, thank you.", I say and look at the owl again.

"But how do I pick her up? Like a chicken?"

Dumbledore laughs, "Offer her your arm."

I do that and almost immediately she wraps her claws around it.

"I will send an elf to bring you the stick. And don't forget to send the letter to Tony.", he speaks and I nod.

"Thank you, Albus.", I say and he softly nods.

I walk out of his office and immediately go towards Hagrid's hut, realizing I forgot to ask Albus how do you actually take care of an own. Do they have mice or do i have to hunt them down? I had a mouse when I was a little girl and the thought of feeding them to my new companion makes me a little anxious. But I guess you win some and you loose some.

As I get closer to the hut, I see Severus and Hagrid standing outside, talking.

I smile, "Hey! Look what I have!", I yell, raising my arm to show them the owl.

They turn their heads towards me and have a worried face on. I wonder w-

The impact on my face stops my mind and the owl flies away, slapping me with one of the wings across my head.

"Ow! What the hell?", I say, holding the left side of my head, noticing a ball bouncing a little next to me.

I turn my head and see Thor standing a few feet away from me, realizing he's the one who threw the ball.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?! What the fuck was that for?!"

"It's a part of our training from now on.", he says.

I make a face, "What?!"

"If we keep you on alert all the time, the high stress level may activate the sword.", he says.

"So you plan to randomly throw things at me?!", I ask in disbelief.

"Yes.", he simply answers.

"Are you on drugs?!"

"Hey, it wasn't my idea.", he speaks in defense.

"Then whose idea was it?"

In that moment I see Loki revealing himself, a big grin painter on his stupid fucking face.

"Oh I'm going to kill you.", I whisper and starts stomping towards him.