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Avenging Harry Potter	By : Vampirezdarkgurl Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 38520 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Avengers, or any of the characters associated with the books or movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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                                                                                                                                      Avenging Harry Potter
Categories: Harry Potter, Avengers
Pairing: Loki/Harry, Steve/Hermione
Summary: After defeating Voldemort, Harry thought he'd be free to live his life as he pleased...unfortunately the Ministry didn't agree. Drugged and captive on a Helicarrier belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D, Harry's only hope of escaping and living a life is the Avengers and their old nemesis Loki.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Avengers, or any of the characters associated with the books or movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.
WARNING(S): Ron Bashing

                                                                                                                                       -Chapter Two-
Only two days after the fateful day when Harry defeated Voldemort and then disappeared during the search for survivors in Hogwarts, Hermione was sitting in her parent's home, watching her boyfriend, stunned at what had just come out of his mouth.
“Ronald Weasley how dare you! You know as well as I do that Harry was not a Dark Lord. Why are you so willing to castigate our best friend and denounce him just because the Ministry and news are claiming he was! We knew him better than that!” Hermione shouted, pacing back and forth, pressing her lips together to try and contain the words she wished to say to her boyfriend.
“Face it, Hermione, every time someone said something about him our entire years during school were true. He was just that good at acting and making us all believe that he was a good, innocent little boy. I was right whenever I turned my back on him.” Ron snarled, glaring at his bushy haired girlfriend.
Glaring at him, Hermione stalked over to the table and snatched up the paper with the large headline that proclaimed, “BOY WHO LIVED FUTURE DARK LORD! ATTACKS MINISTER AND AURORS SCOWERING HOGWARTS FOR SURVIRORS!”
“This is nothing but false tripe! Harry was saving those kids even after defeating Voldemort. I was there and helping him...where were you during that, Ron? Maybe it's not Harry who's the up and coming Dark Lord.” Hermione spat, throwing the paper into the burning fireplace.
Jumping up, Ron roughly shoved Hermione, causing her to stumble and then catch herself against the chair near the fireplace.
When Ron opened his mouth, looking ready to continue yelling at her, Hermione slapped him on the face then shoved him towards the doorway. “Get out of my house and be thankful my father didn't see you do that. Consider us done, Ronald. I refuse to stay with a lowlife so ready to turn on his friends and so eager to put his hands on me.”
Sneering at her, Ron turned and stormed towards the door while yelling, “You'll be back, Hermione. We all know that you're the one that needs me and not the other way around.”
Snorting, Hermione said, “I don't need you. I'll be just fine alone and without you.” Following him, Hermione reached around him, yanked the door open and gave him a shove out of it, causing him stumble and barely manage to catch himself before he took a dive into the snow covering the grass.
Slamming the door Hermione walked back into the living room, glad that her parents were out of the house for the day. Slumping down on the couch, Hermione pulled a small photo album off of the table. It was filled with pictures she'd taken since she started at Hogwarts. Flipping through them she felt tears welling in her eyes; tears mainly for her missing friend who was her brother in everything but blood. Stopping at the one picture that had been snapped in the Gryffindor common room before the Yule Ball while she and Harry had been waiting for Ron. Smiling through her tears, she watched as Harry and she just messed around, twirling around in a crazy dance, laughing and having fun like they should have been doing at their age.
“I won't give up, Harry. I won't let them just make you disappear. I know you're still out there and I'll die before I give up trying to find you.” She promised the boy in the picture. Setting the open book on the end table, Hermione pulled a notebook and pen towards her, jotting down ideas of where she could gain allies in searching for Harry and where she should start.
An hour later she barely had anything written on the list, but there was one thing she wanted to do right away; check out the ruins of Hogwarts for any clues before the renovations started to repair the school.
Standing up, Hermione rushed up to her room and changed into a pair of faded jeans and a thick sweater, followed by a cloak with a hood on it. Returning downstairs, she slipped on her winter boots then opened the door and walked to the street, using her wand to summon the Knights bus. Seconds later, the large purple triple decker bus came roaring down the street.
Cringing, even though she knew the Muggles couldn't see it, Hermione watched as the bus came to a screeching halt in front of her. As Ernie Prang opened the door, she stepped up and smiled hesitantly at him.
“Where you going today, lass?” Ernie asked, looking at her, white hair as wild as ever.
“Hogsmeade.” She answered shortly, not up for any conversations.
“Alright. It's 11 sickles for the ride, 15 if you want a hot chocolate. Talk to Stan if you want that.” Ernie ordered.
Handing over the 11 sickles, Hermione took a seat, holding onto one of the rails as the bus took off. Leaning her head forward, Hermione avoided looking out any of the windows. While she wasn't one that was prone to getting car sick the Knight bus was an entirely different experience than driving in a car.
A short while later, the bus was screeching to a halt outside of the the Three Broomsticks Inn. Standing up on shaky legs, Hermione clambered off of the bus while pulling the hood of her cloak up, hiding her identity from anyone in the small village.
Casting a disillusionment charm on herself, Hermione walked through the ankle deep snow, heading towards the castle she could see in the distance, avoiding any of the Aurors she could see patrolling the village and surrounding areas to help make the Witches and Wizards in the area feel more secure.
As she approached the castle where she had spent so many years at, Hermione felt sadness at seeing the once majestic building so torn down and damaged. Using another spell, the Homenum Revelio, she quickly detected and managed to avoid the small group of Aurors that were patrolling the ground.
Walking into the main doors that were standing wide open, one blasted fully off of its hinges, Hermione carefully ascended the staircase that would lead to the Gryffindor common room, deciding her best place to start would be the last place she saw Harry. Wandering down the halls devoid of any life, even the ghosts were missing and portraits were still. To her, the castle felt...eerie to say the least. As she walked further into the familiar halls, Hermione had to use a Lumos to be able to see anything as she walked.
Entering the Gryffindor common room, Hermione looked at the abandoned books sitting open, ink pots tipped over onto stained parchment. Knowing that he had left, she turned around and exited the room almost as quickly as she had entered it. Turning down the hall, Hermione headed the way she remembered seeing Harry going on that fateful day.
Not knowing what she was looking for or what she could even find, Hermione walked, stopping and looking at anything that looked like it might be important...nothing really did.
Nearly a half hour later, Hermione felt a little discouraged and leaned against the wall, sliding down it and let her head thump back against the stone wall.
“I don't know what I was expecting.” She mumbled to herself, setting her illuminated wand beside her on the floor. “Anything that might have been here is probably long gone or destroyed by the Ministry.”
Closing her eyes as tears of frustration trailed down her face, Hermione wondered what she'd be able to do. No one seemed to believe that Harry was innocent. They all seemed eager and willing to accept that Harry was guilty and no one seemed wiling to fight for the truth against the Ministry.
Sighing, Hermione decided it might be best to give up for the day and go home. Nothing at Hogwarts seemed like it would help Hermione help Harry or even find where he was. Reaching to her side, Hermione looked down as she wrapped her fingers around her wand and caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Stopping, she reached over and pushed a piece of rubble off of the item and gasped as she saw what was under it; Harry's 11 inch, Holly wand sitting innocently on the ground and not in Ministry custody like the news article had claimed it to be with recorded proof of dark curses being cast with it.
                                                                                                                              ****END CHAPTER****
AN: Short chapter I know. I'm sorry and I'll try to make the next chapter longer for the next time. I hope you all enjoyed and continue to read the story.
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