Hey guys! Welcome to my first Crossover!

NaNoWriMo has started, and while I didn't officially sign up this time, I did make a promise to write for a couple hours every day this month. AND if I happened to finish a chapter, I would post it. Hence the start of a new story for those that are reading any of my WIPs. This may be my best posting month ever if my Muse decides to stick with me through it all.

I frequently like to take Canon and bury it under my imagination. You have been warned.

I hope you guys enjoy this Harry Potter/Avengers Crossover. Let me know what you think in the reviews!

Chapter 1

One Year after the Final Battle

Hermione looked at the letter in her hand, biting her lip as she thought about the changes that were going to take place. When Professor Dumbledore had once asked her about her first bout of accidental magic, it had never occurred to Hermione that her control over the elements would be of interest to him. Then she'd read about magical people that could master one element, something very hard to do, and Hermione had understood why her Headmaster had taken an interest in her.

Because even after she'd gotten her magic under control and was proficient with a wand, Hermione had still been able to control the elements at will.

Professor Dumbledore had worked with her on fire, his own element, before stopping to have his meetings with Harry before his death. Once he'd died Hermione had thought that would be the end of it, but she should have known Professor Dumbledore would have had a backup plan for her lessons.

The letter had arrived a couple days ago from the Headmaster of the Uagadou School of Magic, along with the little acceptance stone the school was known for to assure her this wasn't some type of trap. Professor Dumbledore had apparently discussed Hermione's gifts with the man, prompting him to invite her to come study at his school and become 'one with the elements.' Hermione wasn't sure what that meant, exactly, but she couldn't say she wasn't intrigued. Her talents had helped during the war, but a small part of Hermione would always wonder if the death toll would have been as high if she could have done more.

She'd always wondered what the other Wizarding schools had to offer. Now, she was being offered a chance to further her education and harness the natural gifts she'd possessed since childhood. Hermione wanted to accept it. She needed to accept it.

The boys were going to freak out.

Hearing her two best friends in the kitchen, Hermione steeled herself for the conversation to come and made her way downstairs. She silenced Walburga Black's portrait before the woman could start spewing insults at her. If there was one thing Hermione wanted to do before she died, it was to find a way to take that blasted portrait down. She didn't envy Harry and Ginny when the two eventually got married and made this place their home. Maybe she would have a solution by then, make it their wedding present.

Knowing she was stalling, Hermione walked the rest of the way into the kitchen where her boys were eating the meal that Kreacher had made for them. They were joking around, eyes full of light and none of the shadows that had taken hold of all of them since the end of the war. It had taken a long time for them to get there. There had been a time where Harry would pull his wand out as soon as someone walked into the room. Now, he only gave her a warm glance before turning his attention back to Ron.

Hermione wasn't at the same place they were, though someone usually had to be playing really close attention to her for them to notice. Luckily, all of her loved ones were forever oblivious and Hermione could work through her issues at her own pace without worried expressions following her around. That was another reason why Hermione wanted to so badly accept Uagadou's invitation. She needed to get away.

Smiling nervously at Ron and Harry, Hermione made her way to the table and joined them. Harry made her a plate, but Hermione was too nervous to do much more than pick at it. Her appetite wasn't what it used to be, the months spent on the run shrinking her stomach. It was normal for her to only eat one big meal a day now. Most days, she only made attempts with other meal's to appease people. Molly had wasted no time in drowning her grief over losing Fred trying to fatten the trio up. She still eyed Hermione with suspicion during meal's at The Burrow, but it wasn't the hawk-like gaze that had been her chief expression during those first months of peace.

Harry, having noticed she hadn't eaten much, said, "What's on your mind, Mione?"

Not even attempting to lie two either of them, she said, "I need to talk to you two about something."

Ron put down his fork, a concerned look taking over his face. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing bad." Hermione was quick to reassure them. "You remember how I have some semblance of control over the elements?"

Ron grinned at her. "How could we forget? They'll be dubbing you Most Powerful Witch of the Age if you manage to keep control of them all."

She rolled her eyes at that but continued. "You see, Professor Dumbledore discussed my control over the elements with the Headmaster of another Wizarding school. He's invited me to become a student, so that I can learn to control them better."

The boys were stunned, both coming to the conclusion fairly quickly that the only major Wizarding school in Britain was Hogwarts. Harry said, "Wow Mione, that's great. What school is it?"

Hermione bit her lip. "The Uagadou School of Magic."

Ron stood from his chair in shock. "What? But that's in Africa, Mione! It's so far away."

She looked down. "I know."

"Why do you want to go back to school anyway? We just spent the last year there. We've taken our N.E.W.T.s."

Hermione sighed, "I'm not done, Ronald. There's so much more out there for me to learn."

Ron sputtered, "But… Harry and I are starting Auror training soon. You can have any job in the Ministry you want."

Knowing she wouldn't get anywhere with Ron, Hermione focused her eyes on Harry. He had been silent after his initial question, watching her with that calculating expression on his face that meant he was trying to figure something out. "I don't want a job at the Ministry. Not right now. It was only a year ago that we were breaking in and escaping, that magical people like me were brought there without ever coming out. I've helped Kingsley gut all the departments, and get rid of those that were on the corrupt side. That's all I'm willing to give the place right now."

After a couple minutes of tense silence, Harry nodded, much to Ron's disbelief. "I understand, Mione. If you think this is what's best for you, we'll support you." Harry shot their red-headed friend a look when he made to open his mouth. Said redhead only sighed and nodded his assent, albeit begrudgingly.

Hermione practically climbed into Harry's lap in gratitude, giving him one of her crushing hugs that were Harry's favorite thing about her. He would miss these hugs in the coming years without her, Harry was not so naive to think that even Hermione could master all the elements she could wield within one full school year, but if this was what it took for his sister to be happy then Harry would see she had the support she needed.