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Avenging Harry Potter	By : Vampirezdarkgurl Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 38521 -:- 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, AU

                                                                                                                                                              -Chapter Seven-
“Hermione dear please stop pacing. You haven't done anything but that since you spoke to that gentleman on the phone.” Hermione's mother said, watching her daughter pace from one side of the living room to the other without stopping.
“I'm sorry, mum I'm just thinking and sometimes I think better when I'm moving.” Hermione said, forcing herself to drop onto the couch beside her mother, leaning her head on her shoulder.
“What has you so tense and deep in thought? Is it that boy of yours? Roland was it?”
“Ronald, mum. But no it isn't him. We've broken up because he wasn't the person I thought he was. It's Harry, you remember him right?”
“That sweet boy who seemed to have the world on his shoulders? Of course I remember him; sweet as can be and just as polite. What's wrong with him?”
“He had some trouble in our world...people accused and wrongly judged him for doing something he didn't do. I found evidence that would help prove his innocence, but I don't think it would do any good if I took it to anyone. Everyone seems so deep in the Ministry and the ones that aren't, well they just seem want to forget the war and just move on. That means just accepting that Harry is guilty and not doing anything else. Anyone that might have stood beside me to help and try to get people to believe...most of them died in the final fight...I'm basically alone in this.” She said with a frustrated sigh, tugging at her curls. “That man that called the other day said he was trying to help Harry, that he believed he was innocent, but I don't know if I can trust him.” Hermione confided.
“You're a smart girl, Hermione, and that's not just your mother saying it. If you feel that you can trust this man I think that you should.”
“What if he's just trying to get information on Harry and decided to use me since I'm his best friend?”
“Like I said, darling, you're a smart girl. I can't tell you how to know if he's being truthful, or even to trust your first gut instinct, but I know you'll figure it out.”
Giving a slight smile, Hermione stood up, picked up the phone and moved towards the stairs.
“Thanks mum, I'll bring the phone back down when I'm done with it.”
Walking up to her room, Hermione shut the door then sat on her bed and found the number in the phone that Tony had called her on and redialed it.
It rang two times before it was answered by a British sounding man.
“Hello?”
“Hello I'm returning a call. I need to speak with Mr...Tony.” Hermione said, feeling a little foolish at not knowing the man's last name.
“Who may I say is calling, Miss?”
“Hermione Granger.”
“Of course, Miss Granger. Please give me a moment while I get him for you.”
She was only waiting about a minute before the phone was picked up and the man that she had spoken to answered.
“Hello Miss. Granger. I was hoping you would return my call.” Tony said, sounding slightly breathless.
“I want to start off by saying that if you honestly wish to help Harry then I'll help you, but I want proof. Just because I looked up that group you told me to and saw that they're heroes doesn't make me trust you instantly.”
“What would make you trust me and my group?” Tony asked. “Maybe proof that we have Harry here with us and he's safe and fighting off the potions that were forced into him?”
“He...he's there? I want to speak with him.” Hermione demanded.
“Well he's not currently awake right now. He woke up the previous night, but hasn't yet today. The person we have keeping an eye on him that knows about magic said it's not unusual for him to be in and out of consciousness because his magic needs to build back up in his core.”
“Yes because when certain potions or magic is used on a Witch or Wizard their core depletes after it is fully out of their system and then it takes a undetermined amount of time to restore depending on their original magic levels.”
“Good you seem to know what you're talking about...I may be a genius but magic is a little out of my league.” Tony said before he added, “Jarvis strike that from any recording. I don't want anyone knowing I said that.”
“Not to brag or anything, but I graduated at the top of my class at Hogwarts.”
“Hog what?” Tony asked.
“Hogwarts. Magic school...Um maybe I shouldn't be mentioning that to you yet.”
“I'll forget you mentioned it right now. If you were the top of your class you must be pretty smart then yes?”
“Smartest Witch in my current generation.” She said, not sounding embarrassed about talking about her brains.
“Well then how would you feel about coming out here and helping us with your friend?”
“What?”
“Well if your the smartest Witch than you'd be able to help us in helping him.”
“I need to speak with Harry first before I agree to anything.” Hermione stated firmly.
“Understandable. Shall I have him contact you at this number when he's awake and able to talk?” Tony asked her.
“Yes. Oh and a little warning, I've known Harry since we were eleven. I know when he's stressed, under duress or being impersonated...if I detect any of those you'll have an angry, pissed off Witch to deal with.” She warned.
Laughing, Tony said, “I'd almost want to see what you could do, but sadly we won't because we aren't doing any of those things to him.”
“Luckily for you then, because I can be very dangerous when those I love and care about are threatened.”
“If you'll excuse me, Miss Granger I have some business things to attend to, but I'll make sure everyone knows that once Harry is awake and aware that you're to be called so that he can speak to you.”
“Of course I look forward to hearing from my brother.” Hermione said before they finally hung up with each other.

Harry woke feeling like he was sick with the flu; achy body, fever that raced through his whole body, a sore throat and a haze that seemed to encompass all of his senses.
Rolling off of the large, soft bed he was lying on, Harry stood on wobbly legs, slumping against the wall as he felt a wave of nausea hit him. Once the nausea abated enough to where he could move without fear of throwing up, Harry inched his way across the room, using the wall as support. He was nearly to the door when a voice spoke to him.
“Mr. Potter, sir, I must ask that you return to the bed. You seem to be very ill and should not be walking about with the symptoms you are displaying. I have informed the others to your awakening and they shall be along shortly.”
Jumping, Harry spun around, looking for the voice, before he slapped his hand over his mouth as the nausea returned.
“The door beside the bed leads to the bathroom.” The voice informed him.
Without a second thought, Harry bolted through the doors on unsteady legs and collapsed in front of the toilet where he quickly lost what was in his stomach.
When he was finished, Harry reached out and flushed to toilet then stood up and stumbled over to the sink where he rinsed out his mouth with the mouthwash that was sitting beside the tap.
He was still standing there, contemplating the shower when he heard the door out in the bedroom open and footsteps walking in. To him it sounded like three people. Giving a sad look at the shower, Harry moved to the doorway and saw he was correct, there were now three people standing in the room; one long, black haired man with the ends flicked out, a man with short, blond hair, blue eyes and a muscular frame and the final man with dark styled hair, facial hair and wearing a business suit.
“Ah Harry, I can call you Harry right? Great. We're glad to see you up and about, but you should probably still be in bed while you recover. I'm Tony Stark, although I'm sure you've heard of because who hasn't...” The man in a business suit said, before the blond covered his mouth with a hand before he addressed Harry.
“Ignore him he's always like this...it takes a little while to get used to.”
“Right...so not that I want it to continue, but why aren't I being filled to the gills with certain potions right now? I was told it would be from now until the time I died.” Harry said, watching the men closely.
“Because the innocent are not allowed to suffer. I will not stand for it and my brother and his allies will not stand for it. Now sit down before you fall down.” The other dark haired man said, stepping forwards, causing Harry to tense. Reaching out slowly, the man placed a hand against Harry's brow, frowning at the heat radiating from it. “Come before you fall.” He added, placing a hand against Harry's back, leading him back over to the bed. Once Harry was settled, he wordlessly had a bowl of water and a rag beside him in seconds.
“How did you do that?” Harry asked, interestedly and slightly dazed at the wandless, wordless magic.
“It's magic.” Tony said sarcastically.
Glaring at the man even though he was amused, Harry said, “I meant without a wand you wise arse.”
Gasping, Tony pressed a hand against his chest before he quickly covered Steve's ears saying, “Steve cover your poor elder ears! They're being abused by the uncouth teens and their rowdy language.”
Snorting, Steve pushed the hands away and said, “Tony I hear worse from you and Clint on a daily basis.”
Distracted by watching the two bantering back and forth, Harry jumped as the cold washcloth was gently ran across his brow then down his face and around his neck before it was removed, dunked in the cold water and the gesture repeated.
Turning towards the man focused on cooling him down, Harry said, “So I know who those two goofs are, but who are you?”
“I am Loki, prince of Asgard.”
“Asgard?” Harry asked, confused.
"An actual Norse God of Legend...and also the man that tried to subjugate all of the world.” Tony said, flinching when Steve gave him a smack on the arm.
“Great...so your evil? I don't think I could handle fighting anyone in my current condition.”
“That was a lapse in judgment.” Loki said, glaring darkly at Tony as Steve forced the man to leave the room.
“Right well right now I don't care about any of that because I feel like absolute shite.” Harry said, leaning into the cool cloth Loki kept running across his face, trying to cool him down.
“Do not concern yourself with that matter. It was, as I said, a lapse in judgment and it shall not be repeated. All you need to focus on right now is healing and regaining control of your magic.”
“Will I be able to after having that potion pumped into me for so long?” Harry asked.
“Yes. It may take a while for you to get it back fully, but you will eventually. You might, however, need a different wand if it settles differently in your core.”
“Will I be able to learn wandless or wordless magic like you use?”
“Probably not. Our magic, while both magic, is not exactly similar in how we use it. In all the history of your type of magic even the most strongest Witch or Wizard has needed a wand or staff to have control.”
Thinking about it for a few seconds, Harry eventually shrugged and said, “Oh well it's not that big of a deal to me. I don't plan to go back to that world after how they've treated me. I'll gladly settle in the Muggle world and use my magic in the safety and comfort of my own home.”
“Do you not have anyone that would miss you or wish to see you?” Loki asked, curiously.
“One or two people, but it's dangerous for them to know me. It nearly cost them there lives and if I contacted them now...I'd just drag them right back into that danger.”
Opening his mouth to respond, Loki was cut off as the door opened and Tony walked back in holding a phone in his hand and said, “Well sadly there's one person you need to talk to because she's threatening to hunt me down and castrate me if I don't allow her to talk to you.”
Tilting his head with a frown, Harry reached out and took the phone, putting it up to his ear and rasped out, “Hello?”
A teary, familiar voice asked, “If I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good how do we end?”
“We've managed the mischief.” Harry said with a grin, remembering the little code phrase they had created by playing around with the phrase for the Marauder's map in case they encountered anyone using the Polyjuice potion to impersonate them.”
“I'm so glad to hear you. How are you, Harry?” Hermione asked, voice sounding more watery by the second.
“Doing okay now that I'm not being dosed with potions. Are you okay? Did they try anything against you after they snagged me?”
“I'm fine. They've threatened to arrest me a few times for trying to find out what they did to you, but they never did. I'm too smart for them to handle.”
Chuckling, Harry said, “You've always been too smart for them to handle.”
“I know. I'm coming out there to see you. Mr. Stark has already arranged a flight for me. I'll apparently be flying out later tonight.”
“Mione don't give up anything to come out here...where ever here is, just to see me. You've got your life over there. And what about Ron? I doubt he'll like you flying out here just to see me.”
“Firstly, I'll explain in person about Ron and I, but don't worry because that isn't a factor anymore. Secondly, you're in New York City. I can't wait to see the city. I've always wanted to go. Maybe when you're better we can play tourists and sight see all day.”
Smiling, Harry said, “I'll look forward to that.” Rubbing at his face, Harry leaned against the body beside him and said, “Mione I don't mean to rush you off the phone, but I'm exhausted and feel ready to drop off to sleep at any second.”
“Oh I'm sorry! Mr. Stark warned me that you'll be extremely exhausted while recuperating. I'll let you go and I'll see you when I get in.”
“I look forward to seeing you. I've missed my sister.” Harry said, missing the way Loki relaxed at that.
“And I look forward to seeing my brother. I need to go pack. Is there anything you want me to bring for you?”
“I don't know what ever happened to it, but if you have my trunk with my personal things I'd like that.”
“I have them. I think everything is still in there too; the map, the cloak, your photo albums.”
Sagging in relief, Harry said, “Good then the important things are in there.” Hesitating, Harry eventually asked, “Mione what about Hedwig? Is she...”
“She's alright. She was at the Burrow. I can see about getting her before I leave.”
“Please I'd owe you everything and anything you want.”
“You wouldn't owe me anything. Heck you'd be saving me. Hedwig would hunt me down and peck me to death if I left her behind.” Hermione said with a watery laugh.
“You're probably right. I've probably got a few coming my way for getting caught.”
“I have to go and pack and get to the airport or else I'll miss my flight and I don't want that to happen. I'll see you soon, Harry.”
“I'll see you soon, Mione.” Harry said before hanging up, setting the phone on the bedside table. Leaning back, Harry tensed when he realized his body was reclining against Loki's. “Um sorry.” Harry said with a blush, leaning up and sitting against the headboard.
“It is quite alright. There is no need to be embarrassed about being comfortable around me.” Loki said, moving to lean against the headboard beside Harry. “On Asgard it is quite acceptable to be comfortable around someone you intend to...” Loki started saying before he was cut off by a low growl.
Looking up, Harry caught sight of the doctor who had been in the room with him when he first woke up, eyes green as he glared at Loki.
“Ah Doctor Banner I suppose Stark sent you up to check out your patient.” Loki said, sliding off of the bed, making sure to stay facing the man who seemed angry.
“Your brother was looking for you.” Bruce said, scowling at Loki, who slid around him and made for the door, stopping to glance at Harry before another of Bruce's growls sent him out of the room. As interested as he was in Harry he wasn't interested in being smashed around by the giant green monster hiding underneath Banner's skin again.
Smiling with a little chuckle, Bruce turned towards Harry and asked, “So how are you feeling Harry?”
                                                                                                                                         ****END CHAPTER****
AN: Here's this chapter I hope you all enjoyed it and more will be up soon.
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