Hey, so this is my crack at a crossover between Marvel and Harry Potter. Of course I chose my favorite character from the HP series, Hermione Granger. But I'm warning you now, she's not going to be like how most ffs depict her, super bookish and afraid her own shadow. I don't know why most treat her like this fragile creature that let others walk all over her. I don't know what series they read because Hermione's the most kickass person of them all, if you ask me, excluding my boo Siri and my side-piece Regulus. (And occasionally Harry, when he's not pissing me off.)

Sorry for the rant, I had to get that out. So if you're looking for that version of our dear Mione then you might as well leave now. So, I finally saw Captain America: Civil War and I knew I couldn't leave my baby Bucky hanging like that. The juices were literally flowing after the movie (pretty sure I peed a little) and I wrote down everything before I forgot. As you can probably guess this is going to be a Hermione/Bucky story.

Timeline: Post Civil War and Post Second Wizard World War ( I know the timelines don't exactly match up since WWWII ends in 1998 and Civil War is 2016. But whatevs...sue me.)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or names associated with Marvel Comics or the Harry Potter series, all rights reserved to their respective owners.

Prologue

"You're going to regret this. All of you." The short brunette calmly stated towards the gathered people in the room staring at her with looks that varied between utter distain and blank visages.

She was a short woman with wild, curly, mahogany tresses that hung down to the top of her round bottom. Her face was dirty and was littered with a variety of cuts and bruises, new and old. She was young, no older than twenty, and she couldn't have been much taller than 5'2'', but she presented a threatening image. Back straight, shoulders back, chin pointed defiantly, and staring coldly at all those that mustered the courage to meet her eyes. Her fists were balled at her side and her magic was crackling, shooting sparks from her finger tips and the tips of her hair that fell in her face.

A screeching laughter pierced the chilled room.

"Trust me, child, there is not a single person in this room that could possibly regret finally ridding this world of your presence. It is only unfortunate that we can not legally do so with the rest of your pitiful kind." A woman with blonde, tightly curled hair spat at her. She was dressed in a pink suit and burgundy robes. The sneer on her face only added to the rest of the unattractive image she presented.

"You've been doing so for decades under the guise of a madman with great power. You fell at his beck and call the second he arose and easily turned a blind eye to innocent children being tortured and savagely killed all because of their so-called blood status."

Several gasps and whispers broke out amongst the room.

The old woman's face tightened and her eyes spat fire at the young woman who couldn't appear more aloof.

"This! This right here is why you must go. You can not abide by simple laws that have been put in place to protect those that are still living. Neither do you know of what you speak. The ministry had no control of certain circumstances that were out of our hands."

"Bullshit."

"Language, you disgusting little mudblood!"

"You speak of protecting the living yet you spit on the graves of the dead. The ones that sacrificed their lives to improve the lives of everyone else."

"Their deeds were valiant..."

"They laid down their lives to make the Wizarding World a better place for all, not just a select few who you deem to be of good breeding..."

"Shut your dirty little mouth right now..."

"Or what?" The young woman smirked smugly.

The older woman's face turned an unattractive shade of purple as her face tightened further. She closed her eyes and took a few calming breaths. She flicked a stray red curl back into place and schooled her features.

"You are going to get everything that you deserve Ms. Granger. I would say that it is disheartening to see you go, but that would be a lie. You may have fought against You-Know-Who, but you continue to disrupt the peace that we have yearned for." Her voice was eerily calm and she slowly stepped closer to the younger woman.

"Everything is just as it should be. Everyone is finally happy. I will not let you bring chaos and disorder back into my beloved community. It is time for you to go."

Dolores Umbridge stood directly in front of Hermione Granger, only a mere couple of inches from the woman's heaving body. It was obvious to everyone the tension in the room. It was no secret the ill will each of the two woman harbored for one another. They had been going back and forth since Hermione's school days and Dolores had never quite forgiven her for sending her into the forbidden forest to be attack by those centaurs. But the smile on Umbridge's face was serene. She was finally getting everything that she had ever wanted: The death of Hermione Granger.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, if you will," Umbridge motioned towards the young man was pale features and even paler hair. She turned her back with a large smile on her face as a scream tore from the young woman behind her. It was music to her ears.

Anthony Howard Stark had a very big heart, thank you very much, it was just never quite obvious to everyone. He went by Tony, hating his full name, and quickly became one of the world's most envied, loved, and hated man in the world. Did he make a lot of mistakes? Yes, of course he did. A lot of these mistakes cost him the woman he loved, the friends he had grown to love, and...almost the entire world...several times. But Tony was a good man with a big heart.

Which is why he sat at the table in his new training facility re-reading the same letter he's been reading for a month.

Dear Tony,

It may be too soon to sending you this...or maybe it isn't. Maybe this is exactly what you need to hear. This is what I need to say to you, and I hope, that one day when we see each other again, you'll know that I meant every word.

I'm sorry.

I know it isn't enough—not nearly enough for everything I've done to you. I've betrayed a friend. It didn't hit me at first, mostly because we didn't get along at all, but you became my friend. My first real friend since I came back. We never saw eye to eye, but you always had my back when I needed you to. I didn't agree with a lot of the things that you did, but you're a good man Anthony Stark. You're just a little lost. Just like you're father.

Anyway, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. Our friendship may have shattered, but it didn't disintegrate. Whenever you need me, whenever you call on me, I'll come. Everyone else as well. You have to know that.

I need you to know that everyone is still here for you. We didn't abandon you. We'll always be your friends. It's important for you to remember that. I don't want you to fall down that dark path that you are so easily tempted by.

I wont'y tell you where I am, because I know that you know that I'm with Bucky. I won't tell you not to hate him. But forgive him. It'll be best for the both of you in the long run. But when you need me, I'm pretty sure you'll be able to contact me. You're smart like that, Tony. There's nothing you can't do. It took me a long time to learn that lesson.

So, this isn't a goodbye. It's a...see you later.

Your friend,

Steve Rogers

P.S. I miss my shield. It would've felt at home here.

"How many times are you going to read that thing?"

Tony jumped at the sound of his best friend's voice. He turned around to face Rhodey, Rhodey with his one titanium leg. Tony carefully re-folded the paper and put it intot he pocket on the inside of his jacket.

"Read what?"

Rhodey only gave him a look. Rhodey knew Tony, sometimes better than he knew himself. Tony missed Rogers and the rest of the gang, but he would never admit it. He was still too torn up about what happened last month.

"Okay, I'll keep pretending not to catch you reading Rogers' letter and looking all mopey about it. But when you're ready to finally admit that you miss the Junkyard Gang, I'm here to talk."

Tony hmm-ed and looked down at the buzzing phone on the table.

"Who is it?" Rhodey nodded towards the phone on the table. Tony slid his finger over the screen.

"Nobody," Tony shrugged. "Just someone claiming they need to meet me."

"Guy or girl?"

"Girl, why? Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does as a matter of fact. It's bad enough I haven't seen you so much as look at another woman since Pepper bounced. But add in what happened last month and I'm worried, Tony. You need to get back out there and do something. Party, drink, have fun."

Tony snorted. "If I recall correctly you hated that man. Remember, you kicked my ass then stole my suit after one of my parties?"

Rhodey held up a finger, "In my defense, you were an asshole."

"And in my defense, I was dying."

"Yeah, well now you're not, no matter how much that look on your face says differently. Come on, let's do something tonight."

"No thanks, Captain Peg-Leg." Tony looked back down at the phone on the table vibrating once again.

"It's Captain Titanium Leg to you, and—" Rhodey snatched up the phone off the table quicker than Tony expected. "Hello?"

"Give me the phone Rhodey," Tony reached for the phone but Rhodey leaned out of his reach.

"And what did you say your name was again?" Rhodey listened to the female on the other line. He hmm-ed and ahh-ed. His eyebrows shit up. "Oh really? Isn't that interesting."

"Rhodey."

"How did you get this number exactly?" Rhodey laughed shortly. "Temper, temper." Rhodey looked at Stark's unimpressed face. "You know you may actually be telling the truth."

"That's it," Tony stood up and took the phone from Rhodey's hand and pushed him down into the chair. "Look whoever you are—"

"Hermione. My name is Hermione."

"I could care less. I'm not interested in what you're selling."

"I'm not selling you anything. I told you already, I'm—"

"Yeah, I heard you the first time you told me. But I don't believe you. So if it's money you're after—"

She scoffed. "I don't want any of your money. I don't even want your friendship."

Tony heard her sigh over the phone.

"Look can you just come and pick me up. I'm new in town and I'm staying with a friend. I wouldn't have called you back after what happened the last time we talked, but my friend is out of time for the next few weeks. I have no one else to call."

Tony looked up to the sky at the woman's defeated tone. He knew he was going to regret this. He knew he would. He had a feeling this woman would bring a world of trouble his way. But what the hell. Rhodey said he needed to do something, right?

"Where are you?" He asked shortly, putting on his jacket and fiddling with the tech on his wrist.

"The 32nd precinct." Tony paused and groaned.

"Give me 20 minutes." Tony hung up the phone and shook his head.

"When you told me the girl wanted to meet you, you didn't say that she was your sister."

"She's not." Tony frowned at Rhodey. "This isn't the first time someone has claimed me or Howard as their father. You know this."

"Yeah, but they're usually after money or notoriety. She wasn't."

"Or so she claims," Tony sighed rubbing his temples. "Look Rhodes, I'm gonna go pick up her up from the precinct and drop her off at her friend's house. That's it."

Rhodey raised his hands in surrender. "Okay."

"I'm here for—"

"Your sister?" The police smirked at him. Tony pursed his lips.

"Funny." Tony added dryly.

The police officer walked over to the group of cells. "She's been saying she's your sister since she got here. Except, her name isn't in the system, ours or anywhere."

"I told you already that my name wouldn't be in any of your databases. The name change request didn't go through."

"Except when we ran a background check on her, the only Hermione Stark or Granger we could find went missing at the age of 11." The officer looked at the young woman suspiciously. She rolled her eyes at him.

"I also told you that I went to an elite boarding school."

"That you don't remember the name of. And you graduated two years ago. Where have you been since then? Oh right, you don't remember."

The young woman stared at the officer blankly.

Stark sighed. "I'll take this from here."

"You sure Stark? She's a handful. And I have half a mind to keep her here until I figure out just who this woman exactly is."

Tony looked at the young woman. She was short, 5'3'' maybe. Dark inky curls and greenish eyes. She was his complexion, only darker with a brown tinge to her skin. A very slight splatter of freckles graced the top bridge of her nose.

She had a few cuts littering her face, and a bruise on the bottom corner of her mouth.

"I'm sure. But just out of curiosity, what did you arrest of her for?"

"For assaulting an officer."

"An off-duty officer who was drunk and grabbing my ass," She snarled as they opened the bars for her.

"And we would have let her go if she didn't bite the hand of the guy who tried to break up the altercation."

She shrugged, "I don't like people touching me."

Tony slid the man a few bills into his pocket, "I'll take her from here. Let's just forget this ever happened."

The officer nodded. "Gladly."

Tony walked the woman to his car. "Where to?" He asked as he started it.

She looked around in the car. The tough woman he saw in that precinct was no longer there. She was replaced by this timid little kitten who looked around the car.

"Uh, three blocks down and then make a left." She curled her arms around her.

He nodded and drove, making turns here and there every so often when she decided to speak. He parked in front of a warehouse taking note that this wasn't a safe neighborhood. He watched her get out of the car and fiddle in her pockets for her keys.

"Look," she turned around. "I barely knew of him. I don't remember him at all, I was only a year old when he died. My mom only spoke of him when I was really young, and she met her husband, the man I called my father, when I was five. We weren't allowed at the funeral and the only things I really have of him are some old cassette tapes."

Tony gritted his teeth, looking down at the knuckles that were gripping the steering wheel so tight they were turning white.

"I don't need money."

Tony snorted.

"Okay, maybe I could get a better place or some better clothes, but I didn't reach out to you to get any money. My mother didn't even know how famous he was until his funeral."

Tony cut the engine and exited the car. He stared at her over the glossy hood of his car. "Then why reach out to me at all?"

She bit her lip and stared at him searchingly, "You're the only family I have left. I've heard the rumors about...I just thought maybe the both of us could use some more friends."

Tony smiled sardonically, "I don't need any more friends. I have a friend, and one is more than enough, trust me. More friends, more problems. Believe me, you're better off with a friend or two, if any." He walked around the car and stood in front of her.

"You definitely shouldn't look for a friend in me. I'm not a good friend, and I'll make an even worse 'brother', if what you're saying is true."

"It is," Hermione smiled. She bounced on the tips of her toes a bit, smiling up at Tony. Tony rolled his eyes, she knew that she had him. She definitely knew how to get what she wanted.

He gestured towards her door. "I'll follow you up."

The warehouse was pretty spacious. The furniture looked intact fashionably up to date, but other than furniture and appliances, you could barely tell anyone lived here. There wasn't a single thing out of place, not a book on the tall bookshelf, not a sheet of paper among the large piles on the kitchen table. There weren't any personal touches anywhere.

"This friend you're staying with, how long is she—?"

"He. He's letting me stay with him until I get back on my feet."

Tony continued to look around the room, noticing a distinct lack of pictures. In the corner of the room was a stack of boxes, all neatly stacked.

"When did you get off your feet?"

"I was in the Royal marines for 18 months. While I was a way a friend of mine died, another was in a really bad accident and is still recovering, and my parents died."

Tony looked at her, noting the lack of emotion in her voice. Her face was carefully blank. It wasn't up to him to say anything about that. He wasn't the comforting type.

"Where did you meet this friend?"

"We went to school together. We didn't exactly get along the first six years." She laughed. "But I realized that we actually had more in common than I originally thought. He's still an arrogant ass, but he's my friend. And I have his back just like he has mine."

Tony hummed, his perusal of the place finally done. He clapped his hands, "Okay. Those tapes, where are they?"

She grabbed the box on the top of the pile. She rummaged through the contents a bit before taking out a black cassette tape and putting it inside an old VCR box beside the television. The screen went fuzzy a bit before focusing. The quality wasn't very good, but Tony could easily make out a baby on the floor.

The baby was under a year old, but not by much. Her little arms and legs were chubby, rolls of fat sticking out of the white onesie. The image was tad too blurry to tell the design or color of the onesie, but the green eyes were clearly Hermione's.

"Hermione, look at the camera baby." A woman's voice called from behind the video camera. The baby opted instead to play with her tiny toes. The baby dark curl hair was in a messy Afro, pushed slightly back by a white headband.

"Hermione. Look at the camera. Look at mommy. Hermione."

"Tell her to not look at the camera and she will do it," A deep, rich voice from the background called. But the man wasn't in sight. The woman chuckled.

"Hermione, don't look at the camera, okay?"

And just as the man said, the baby looked up, straight at the camera. The deep voice chuckled, feet finally appearing in view.

"That's my girl," the man bent down on his knees. His hair was dark and perfectly coiffed. He had blue v-neck and dark jeans on, tailored to perfection to his cut form. That defined jaw with just a hint of a day's scruff had graced television many times to showcase his inventions. Howard Stark.

And no man had ever looked at his daughter with love and adoration the way Howard Stark looked at this little girl.

"You're gonna give them hell aren't you bunny?" He whispered and the child returned a toothy smile. He laughed freely.

"Da!" She pointed at Howard. Howard nodded his head.

"Yes, you're so smart Hermione. Of course you are, you're my progeny."

Hermione clapped and made a squealing noise. Howard turned and looked at the person behind the camera. He smirked.

"See, she's just as proud as I am to be a Stark."

"Howie, she doesn't understand a thing that you're saying. She's just a daddy's girl. That's all." The melodic voice replied.

"Do I sense a bit of jealousy there?" He teased.

She scoffed, "Of course not. Everyone knows that while she'll always be a daddy girl, she'll go through that phase when you're her enemy. And then I'll be her favorite."

"Mmm, I love when you talk world domination."

The woman giggled. "What world? I'm talking about Hermione."

"Exactly, she's my entire world." Howard looked back down at the small girl who was now on all fours. She had an intense look of concentration on her face, laughable for a child her age.

"You're such a—"

"Helen!" Howard whispered, "Look at her."

Hermione pushed herself into a standing position. She wobbled unsteadily on her two plump feet.

"That's it bunny, come to daddy." Howard gestured towards himself eagerly. The woman behind the camera snorted.

"How about you tell her to not come to you and maybe she will." She mocked him.

Hermione wobbled a bit more and moved one foot out in front of her.

"Yes, there you go. You're so smart bunny. Come on, come to daddy!"

Hermione stood where she was, looking at Howard and then back down at her feet. She looked up at the camera, and smiled. Then back to Howard. She moved another foot out and made her first full step.

"She's coming to me," Howard practically squealed.

"'Mione baby, mommy has cookies," the woman called behind the camera and Hermione's head quickly turned in her direction. Hermione took a couple more steps, only this time turning towards the camera.

"Oooh, you play dirty." Howard playfully glared. Hermione squealed, still trying in her mission to go to the woman behind the camera who promised her sweet, sweet cookies.

"That's what attracted you to me in the first place," the smirk could be heard even behind the camera.

Hermione took one more half-step before falling hard onto her bottom. Her face cleared of all happiness, a look of confusion took over. Then the upset set in and her bottom lip poked out, trembling a bit. Howard scooped her up quickly, standing up with the little girl and moving them both out of shot of the camera.

The sound of the camera being moved and placed down went through the background and Howard and Hermione were back in the shot. Howard stood off to the side bouncing Hermione gently while patting her back. His head was bent down closely to her and his lips moved silently. A woman appeared in the shot. She rubbed the little girl's head soothingly and then wrapped her arms around Howard's waist.

"You're so good with her Howard, sometimes I wonder what's going to happen when you're not there."

Howard looked down at the short woman. She couldn't have been much taller than 5'5'', 5'6''. She had curly hair just passed her shoulder. She was very curvy, with tiny feet and hands. And she was beautiful. At least that's the way Howard looked at her. Like she was the most beautiful woman to have ever existed.

"I'm always going to be here, Helen. Even when I'm not around. I know I can't give you everything that you deserve because of my previous commitments, but I promise, you are the only woman to have truly took hold of my heart."

"But your wife—your son—?"

"My son is my son, and no one can take that away from him. I love Tony. I couldn't be more proud of the man he's become, even if I was never the father he deserved. But Maria...it was more of a political move. I love her, I do, but I've come come to love and appreciate her over the years as is expected. But you, Helen, I am in love with you. You and Hermione are now a part of my life, and I would never have anything change that." His hand ghosted over the side of her jaw.

A subtle beeping noise in the background disrupted the moment and the screen went fuzzy once more.

"So, how'd it go with that girl?" Rhodes asked when he saw Tony stroll in, an added pep in his step than the usual shuffle he had recently.

"I asked her to move in with me."

I'm going to end the first chapter here, I want to know what you guys think. Should I continue it or not? I definitely have a more set outline for this story as far as the plot and story-line goes. Bucky and Steve aren't going to be active for a while. I'm going to have to develop a relationship between Tony and Hermione more.

Questions, Comments, Preguntas? Put it in the reviews and I will always respond quickly.

I'm really excited about this story especially since I've finally gotten back into writing. My other stories will actually be updated soon, I've already begun the next chapters of Quick To Fall, The Anastasia Equation (I'm thinking of a new title for that one), and Under the Microscope. I also have another story in the works, A Harry Potter & Once Upon A Time crossover. I won't reveal too much about that one, but it will definitely have a Hermione pairing.