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Chapter 5: Fractured

Time passed agonizingly slow. A day. A week. Then a month had gone by. Loki was an immortal, time meant nothing to him. But the past month and a half had drifted by at a snail's pace. He waited daily with breathless anticipation for his son to call for him. Yet, Harry never did. Had Loki lost him for good? Perhaps should have waited longer or maybe he shouldn't have revealed the truth to him so soon. It had been too much for Harry and he wasn't able to believe Loki's words. Not that Loki blamed him. It wasn't as if he had the best reputation for being honest and noble.

Loki couldn't abide by standing around do nothing. The waiting was driving him mad. He needed to do something. It was this that led him to the doorstep of Number 4 Privet Drive. Just as he had predicted the blood wards were beginning to crumble, as Harry's Jotun blood grew stronger. Loki was able to pass through them without a hitch even though intentions weren't exactly kind. The wards were built on his blood after all.

Loki had taken up the illusion of his old form. He planned to visit his dear sister as a wrathful ghost to see just what Petunia had done to his son. It was the middle of the day. Petunia's husband and son were gone. Now would be the perfect time to confront her. Loki knocked and waited. He didn't have to wait long as the door was opened to reveal a familiar blonde woman. Petunia could have been pretty but it seemed the years had been as unkind to her as they had been to Severus. She seemed thinner in turn making her face thinner and more horse-like. Wrinkles and stress lines marred her skin creating a map of an unhappy life.

Petunia stared at Loki, now Lily, with shocked wide eyes. Her mouth dropped open and she floundered for a response.

"How? No, you aren't Lily! This is some nasty trick made up by those freaks!" she cried.

"I assure you Tuney, dear that it is really me. Hmm how shall I prove it?" Loki tapped his, well her now, chin thoughtfully. "Oh yes, when we were children, before you hated me for my magic, we used to play in our mother's closet. We would put on her clothes and wear her jewelry. She had this one nice pearl necklace that dad had saved to buy her. We weren't supposed to play with it but we always did anyway. You were taking a turn with it when the chain broke. You were so worried that mummy would be angry with you. I didn't want you to get in trouble. I wished really hard that the necklace wasn't broken, and somehow it wasn't anymore. It was the first time I ever did magic, and the last time you liked my magic. We never told anyone else about it. Only you and I could ever know about that Tuney."

"How could you…Lily? Is it really you?" Petunia gasped. She looked torn between wonder and fear.

"Yes."

"How?"

"Let me in and we can speak more inside," Loki offered.

"Of course, you're right," Petunia's eyes darted about the neighborhood. She had always worried so much about what other people thought of her. Frankly, Loki found it an exhausting pastime.

The two of them settled in her living room. Petunia's eyes never leaving Loki for a moment. Loki allowed his own eyes to wander about the room, taking in the home where his son had grown up. There wasn't much indicating that this was where Harry had spent his childhood. There were no pictures of Harry on the wall or in the family portraits. There were plenty of Petunia's vile spawn and her walrus husband but none of Loki's own child. Loki yearned to see what Harry looked like as a young boy but there was not a trace to be seen.

"So Petunia how have you been?" Loki asked with a tight smile.

"Things have been going wonderfully. Vernon got a promotion. Dudley is on the boxing team at a good school. I won a—"

"And what about Harry? You took him didn't you after my accident?" Loki demanded.

Petunia shifted uncomfortably and Loki instantly recognized guilt.

"He's away at that school of his, the one you went to and wanted him to attend. He loves it there, and only stays here in the summers. He's been fine," Petunia replied stiffly.

"I see," Loki replied making sure to inject the skepticism he felt into his voice.

"What right do you have to judge me!? I raised your son because you got yourself blown up by some maniac! How are you even here!? You're dead!" she shrieked.

"I have been given the chance to come back and check on my son's wellbeing. To ensure that he has been taken care of, and that my sacrificing my life for his was not in vane. That's all that you need to know. He has been taken care of, hasn't he Petunia?" Loki questioned.

"Of course," Petunia's eyes didn't quite meet his own. Loki who had intimate knowledge of lies and liars knew in an instant that she was lying.

"Why doesn't it feel that you're telling me the truth, Tuney?" Loki leaned closer staring at her with the full force of his emerald gaze, and adding a touch of his power to it.

"I never wanted to take him. I didn't want to expose my son to your sort of unnaturalness. But the old man said we had to take him that it would give us protection from your types that were still out there and would come after us if we didn't have that protection," Petunia defended.

"What have you done, Petunia?" Loki whispered sadly.

"I protected my family," Petunia said proudly.

"And Harry is not a part of your family? Did he not deserve the same love and affection as your own child? I would have loved your son and treated him as my own if our positions had been reversed. Can you say that you did the same?" Loki questioned.

A flash of guilt flashed across her face before being replaced by stony defiance. "I don't have to explain myself to you. We tried to treat him normally, to make him normal, but from the very beginning he was always doing something unnatural. So we gave him chores to distract him from his unnatural powers, and kept all discussions of magic out of the house. He was punished if he used his freakishness."

"Freakishness? Oh Petunia, I'm so disappointed in you. How did you become so hateful?" A part of Loki recognized that he was being hypocritical. He understood how hate and jealousy could fester until it simply just boiled over into impotent rage. But even in his rage he would have never taken his feelings out on Thor's child.

"I just realized how wrong you were, how abnormal," Petunia sneered.

Loki peered into her mind and saw all that Harry had suffered at her and her husband's hands. The cupboard, the chores, the lack of love and affection. Loki saw it all and he was angry but mostly he was saddened. Saddened by the years Harry had suffered alone without love and saddened by how Petunia had let her jealousy twist her. Loki determined he couldn't let the same thing happen to him.

"You took out your own hate and bitterness on Harry. I can't abide by that Petunia. You may be my sister but Harry is my son. I hope your cruelty was worth it for I will see that you pay for what you have done. Goodbye Petunia," Loki stood and left.

Petunia tried to call him back. Her voice full of panic and fear. Loki ignored her pleading; it wouldn't save her from his wrath. As he passed through the entrance of the house he left behind a curse. A curse of misfortune and bad luck. The spell was long lasting and would follow the Dursleys everywhere they went until they had suffered in equal measure to his son. Loki wanted to utterly destroy them for their treatment of Harry but a very small part of him still cared about Petunia. The bad luck would be a fitting punishment for a person that cared about the material things and the thoughts of others.

It was a relief for Loki to have gotten revenge against Petunia, and to have some justice for his son. Of course his next targets would be the ones who had placed Harry with the Dursleys without bothering to check on him. They were the ones who were truly responsible. Surely they had to have known or at the very they were guilty by the negligence. However, before he could seek out those that had wronged his son the security alarm he had placed on the ring went off. The security alarm would go off if someone forcibly removed the ring from Harry. Loki felt anger swim through him. He would teleport to the ring's location and track down Harry by following his magical trail. It wouldn't be too hard because his magical signature was very similar to Loki's own. Whoever had harmed his son would have Loki to pay.

/

The Avengers had been worn ragged. Ever since Loki's little prison break stunt a couple of months ago they had been running around trying to recapture all the escaped prisoners. They still hadn't found them all but they deserved a break every so often. They needed to regroup and rest. Unfortunately they couldn't go back to their respective homes or Avengers Tower. They needed to be ready for the next mission so for the moment their home away from home was SHIELD's helicarrier.

"Fury just called. Said there was some massive energy disturbance in the UK, some place called Little Hangleton. Said the signature was very similar to Loki's, too similar for it to be anyone else," Clint, codename Hawkeye, announced as he walked into the small living room in the private quarters reserved for the Avengers.

The room was where most of the Avengers went to relax on their days off to hang out and spend time together. At the moment only Thor, Tony, and Bruce happened to be inside.

"So Reindeer Games has finally surfaced," Tony said with a grin of anticipation.

"It could be a trap. My brother has seemed fond of them as of late, and after so long in hiding to slip up now can not be a mistake," Thor added.

"That's why we're going in with full fire power," Clint replied with a grin.

"Am I suiting up?" Bruce asked.

"We'll wait and see what we're dealing with first, big guy," Tony said slapping him on the back.

"We've already changed course. Nat's firing up the jet. We can be there in less than half an hour. The Cap is already on the launch pad so as soon as the three of you are ready we'll head out," Clint departed eager to get some payback against the whack job that had messed with his mind.

The others quickly gathered themselves and met their teammates in the jet. They set up to the location that Loki's signal was emanating from. They were all eager to get their hands on Loki once more. However, Thor was right, it was a little suspicious that Loki would suddenly make an appearance now after months of nothing. Not even the all seeing Heimdall had been able to get a lock on Loki's location. SHIELD, Tony, and Bruce had created devices that were specifically targeted to scan for Loki's unique signature. They weren't sure how well the tracking devices would work but it seemed all of their hard work had finally paid off. They'd finally found their favorite wayward nemesis. Now they just needed to collect him.

They finally caught sight of him in a field just outside of the small town. Or least they were pretty sure it was him considering the form stumbling beneath the jet was a deep blue.

"What? Did he turn into a smurf?" Tony asked. He and Thor were flying along beside the jet but both had comms to keep in touch with those who weren't capable of flight

"It is his Frost Giant form. I have never seen him in it before," Thor frowned.

"Either way, we need to take him in," Natasha said with finality.

"Be wary of his skin. It can cause deadly frostbite," Thor informed as they prepared to attack.

"Copy that," Tony said before turning his attention back on Loki.

Tony dove at Loki and fired at him. Loki didn't seem like himself. Something was wrong for he was barely able to dodge the attack Tony sent towards him. He was weaving on his feet and didn't seem to be fully in control of himself. Thor knew he needed to take his brother in. Loki needed help. However, when he threw an ice shard at Tony the others became enraged, especially Bruce. Thor tried to reason with Loki but nothing seemed to get through to him, and Loki backhanded him sending him sprawling several yards away. Bruce had completed his transformation into the Hulk by that time and he wasted no time in pounding Loki into the ground.

Tony was quickly checked over. His suit had taken the brunt of the attack but he had been wounded, and they needed to get him medical attention. While the others rushed Tony into the jet, Thor looked down at Loki's unconscious form. He was wearing tattered black robes with some sort of insignia. Thor knew that Loki hated his Jotun form he couldn't imagine why his brother would have willing gone out in this form. None of it made sense.

"Well, that was ridiculously easy," Clint mentioned.

"Yes, something is wrong," Thor agreed.

"Well, let's just figure a way to get him back into the jet without him freezing us all. We need to get Stark out of here," Clint glanced around looking for an idea.

"I will wrap him in my cape. It was woven by Asgardian seamstresses and will be strong enough for protection. I will carry him," Thor offered removing his cape.

His brother was slightly taller as a Jotun than he had been expecting. Loki still wasn't as large as a normal Frost Giant but he was taller than Thor in this form. Thor sighed and picked him up. He carried Loki onto the jet. The trip back to the SHIELD helicarrier was one made in silence. They were all weary and they were all uneasy at just how simple it had been to take Loki in. What was the trickster planning for them now?

As soon as they got back to the base SHIELD agents came to lock Loki in the secure cell designed specifically for Loki. Thor had explained a little bit about the cells used on Asgard and Tony and Bruce had done their best to try and replicate them. Hopefully it would be able to Loki this time around. They debriefed Fury on their capture of Loki. He agreed with them that something wasn't quite right about this. They would all be on guard to the slightest movements. Tony was also given a clean bill of health so he was able to join their meeting on Loki's capture. He would have to where his arm in a sling for a week or so but he would make a full recovery.

"So what's our plan?" Tony asked. "We can't just hold him here."

"I will take Loki back to Asgard," Thor replied.

"Yeah, because that worked so well last time," Tony huffed.

"Loki has good reason for coming back to Midgard," Thor defended.

"And what would those reasons be?" Fury demanded.

Thor had not yet shared with his friends about Loki's child. It was a very private matter. But perhaps it would give the Avengers some sympathy towards Loki.

"Loki spent time on Midgard before. He had a child, and that child was murdered. My father took his memories of the child away from him to spare him the pain. He regained his memories after the events in New York. I believe he came back to Midgard to seek revenge on those that killed his son," Thor explained.

The silence in the room stretched for several long minutes as they all processed the fact that Loki had a son. A son that had been murdered. Even as much as they all hated Loki they couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. No one deserved to lose a child like that.

"Um, wow. That's a lot to take in. Loki was a daddy," Tony was the first to break the silence.

"Actually, Loki was his mother," Thor corrected.

Everyone stared, some mouths dropped, and no one knew quite what to say. Not even the hardened SHIELD agents.

"It's a rather long story," Thor murmured.

"His mother? How is that possible?" Steve frowned looking around to make sure everyone else felt as confused as he did and wasn't just something he'd missed while he was frozen.

"Wait, are you saying all of those stories about Loki are true? Did he really give birth to an eight legged horse?" Tony gasped a giggle escaping him.

"Yes, Sleipnir is his name. He is my father's stead. All of Loki's children tended to be… monstrous. I believe that the last child was fairly normal. He was the child of a mortal magic user."

"Mortal magic user?" Bruce asked. "There are humans that can use magic out there?"

"They call themselves wizards. There's an entire hidden society of them," Fury said simply.

"Wizards… Why am not surprised?" Steve sighed.

"We'll discuss the wizarding world later. Loki's waking up," Fury barked. "Natasha why don't you go welcome him to his new accommodations."

Natasha nodded and stood up. The rest of them looked to the monitor to see just how this interaction would go.

/

Harry woke slowly. His entire body was throbbing in pain. When he opened his eyes the bright neon lights made him close them quickly again. He groaned and rolled over. The last thing he remembered was barely escaping the ritual Voldemort had been trying to force on him. Anything after leaving the old house was blank. He needed to figure out just where he was.

Harry sat up slowly. He was in a small room or more like a cell. The walls around him were made of glass. The floor and ceiling were made of metal. Beyond the glass he could see the metal walls of what looked like the inside of a ship. A woman stood outside one of the glass walls just staring at him. She had short dark red hair and piercing eyes.

"Where am I?" Harry asked having to clear his throat because his voice was so raspy.

"You're back on the SHIELD helicarrier. I think you'll notice that we've upgraded your room. We're prepared for you this time, Loki. You aren't going anywhere before you've paid for your crimes," she replied.

"Loki?" Harry frowned. "I'm not Loki."

"Really? So you just happen to be a Frost Giant like Loki and our scanners just happened to pick up your signal, which is identical to Loki's. But you're not Loki," she said doubtfully.

"No," Harry replied firmly.

This was a situation he had no idea how to deal with. He'd been captured by people who thought he was Loki. Loki had destroyed New York City it was only logical that there would be people out to get him. It was just Harry's luck that they picked up him instead. They also knew Loki was a Frost Giant so they obviously knew quite a bit about the more mystical parts of the world.

"You're insisting on this story?" she frowned her eyes locked on him.

"Yes, my name is Harry. I'm not Loki. I swear," Harry pleaded.

"But you know Loki," she stated.

"I do," Harry admitted. "But only a little. I just met him…"

"Really? But you're a Frost Giant that can't be a coincidence," her eyes swept over his blue frame in an assessing manner.

"This is going to sound crazy," Harry sighed. He might as well tell her the truth. They already knew he was Jotun. It was only a matter of time before they put two and two together.

"Trust me I've seen a lot of crazy things in my life. I think I can handle whatever you have to say," she said blank faced.

It was then that Harry recognized her. She was the Black Widow, one of the Avengers who had helped to stop Loki. Harry couldn't believe he'd been picked up by the Avengers. At least they were supposed to be the good guys hopefully they would listen to Harry's story before deciding him to just condemn him for Loki's crimes.

"Loki's my mum," Harry said trying to be as blank faced as the Black Widow.

A hint of surprise flashed across her otherwise expressionless face. "Say that again."

"Loki is my mother," Harry repeated.

"I think the consensus was that you were dead," she said.

"Well, I'm not," Harry waved his hand indicating his obviously alive self.

"And Loki knows about this? That you're alive?"

"He does," Harry agreed.

"And he hasn't done anything about it? He hasn't tried to recruit you or told you his plans?" the Black Widow demanded.

"No, he just told me he was my mum. I didn't exactly believe him but considering the fact that I was turning blue at the time I didn't have a lot of other options. I took a test and it proved that Loki is my biological mother," Harry admitted.

"This certainly changes things," she said.

"Does that mean you're going to let me out of here?" Harry asked hopefully. He really needed to get back to Hogwarts. They were probably panicking over what had happened to him. To be honest he was panicking. Voldemort had kidnapped him last night to try and drain the life from him. How much had the spell worked before Harry had been able to escape? Had Voldemort managed to regain his body? These were questions that couldn't be answered while he was locked up in here.

"I'll speak to my superiors but as long as you promised to cooperate I don't see why we can't get you out of here," she said.

"I promise. I wouldn't hurt anyone. I may look… monstrous," Harry whispered remembering Voldemort's words from the night before. "But I'm not dangerous."

"How old are you Harry?" she asked.

"Fourteen," Harry replied.

There was the minuteness softening of her expression. "I'll be right back, Harry."

"Wait, what's your name?" Harry asked.

"Natasha," she answered before exiting.

Harry paced the confines of his cell. He tried willing himself back to his human self but all he managed was to make his hands a little paler. How was Loki able to shift shapes so easily? Harry wished he had asked the man to teach him instead of just relying on the ring. At the time, however, he had been too confused over the information that Loki was giving him to think of much else. He just hoped that the Avengers believed him. If not he better start thinking up an escape plan. Although, how he was going to escape from the Avengers was anyone's guess. He'd gotten himself out of some pretty bad situations in the past. But he hardly knew anything about them. He just knew that they had stopped an entire alien invasion and Loki. How was he supposed to beat that?

"Harry?" questioned a deep voice.

Harry looked up to see a very large, muscular blonde man standing in front of his cell. He had stormy blue eyes that regarded him with a sort of awe. He wore blue and silver armor. A hammer hung from his belt, and Harry was fairly certain he was looking at Thor, the God of Thunder himself.

"Yes," Harry agreed.

"I am Thor, your uncle. It is a wonderful surprise to discover that you are alive, nephew," Thor moved to the panel by the cell door.

"Thor! Don't you dare open that door. We haven't agreed about anything yet," commanded a tall man wearing black leather with a black eye-patch storming into the room.

"Yeah, I don't know if it's such a good idea releasing Loki's spawn onto the helicarrier his old man blew up," agreed the man with short blonde hair wearing a black and purple outfit. Harry recognized him as Hawkeye. Natasha as well as the three remaining Avengers had followed him through the door.

"He is just a boy. He has done nothing wrong and does not deserve to be locked up," Thor argued.

"Not dangerous? He's the one that injured Stark," the man with the eye patch shot back.

"What? I didn't hurt anyone," Harry cried his eyes flicking to Tony Stark. His arm was in a sling and his shoulder was wrapped up. Harry couldn't have possibly done that, right?

"You threw a chunk of ice at me," Tony deadpanned.

"I don't… I don't remember doing it," Harry replied.

"What do you remember?" asked a tall, muscular man with short blonde hair. Harry recognized him from muggle history. It was Steve Rogers, Captain America. His voice was stern but oddly gentle at the same time.

"I was kidnapped, and I escaped. The next thing I remember is waking up here," Harry replied.

"Kidnapped? By who and why?" One-eye demanded.

"It's not really something I can share," Harry hedged. They may have been heroes who fought aliens but it still didn't mean that they knew about the wizarding world. Harry wasn't about to be the one to out them either.

"It is something you can share or else you just stay in there for all I care," One-eye growled.

"I can't tell you. I'd be breaking the Statute of Security," Harry admitted. He was between a rock and a hard place here. He didn't know anything about these people for all he knew they could keep him here indefinitely. Who was to say that wizards would even be able to find him while he was locked up here. If his only chance of getting out of here was telling them the truth shouldn't he do it?

"Statute of Security. No need to worry about that. We know all about the wizarding world," One-eye replied flatly.

"You do?" Harry gaped. Did the wizarding world know about this? Harry thought the only muggles who were allowed in on the secrets were authority figures.

"Yes, now out with it. The whole story or you can forget about being let out of there," One-eye snapped obviously used to having people obeying his orders.

"I was taken by a Dark wizard named Voldemort. He wanted to steal my immortality to restore himself. I managed to escape before he could complete it," Harry admitted

"Ritual? Voldemort? Oh please don't tell me you're Harry Potter," the eye patch man sighed in exasperation.

"I'm Harry Potter," he replied simply.

"Of course you are," One-eye said.

"Maybe you would like to share with the rest of us, Fury. Just who is Harry Potter?" Tony demanded.

"A very famous wizard," Natasha answered.

"So you're a wizard too?" Tony asked.

"My dad was wizard. And apparently my mum, Lily Potter, was really Loki. Voldemort attacked my parents on Halloween night, and it was believed that both of them had been murdered. He tried to kill me too but he wasn't able to," Harry whispered unable to believe he was actually admitting to it, accepting it.

"Yes, that fits with the information that my father told me," Thor agreed.

"Great, can I get out of here now?" Harry asked.

Thor looked expectantly at One-eye now known as Fury. It was a surprisingly accurate name.

"If you take one foot out of line I will personally see to it that you are thrown back in here with no chance of parole," Fury glared.

"I will watch him," Thor volunteered.

"I'm going to regret this," Fury sighed but he reached over to hit the button to open up the door.

Harry tentatively took a few steps out. He hated seeing the weary looks on the faces of those around him. It made him wonder what the wizarding world's reaction would be seeing the real him.

"Are you hungry nephew?" Thor asked.

"A little bit," Harry said, he would do anything to end this awkward silence.

"Then let us get you some nourishment," Thor cheered.

"And maybe some clothes," offered a man with dark slightly graying curls. He wore glasses and a purple shirt.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Harry agreed looking down at his ruined school robes. There were holes and tears galore in them.

"I know what it feels like to rip out of your clothes. Bruce Banner," the man smiled.

"Harry Potter," Harry smiled back.

"I'm the one that sort of slammed you into the ground. Or well my other half did. I'm the Hulk."

"You did what?" Harry frowned.

"Good, you don't remember. It makes me feel a little better about beating up a kid," Bruce rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Teenager," Harry corrected.

"Teenager," Bruce agreed with a smile.

Harry was given a black jump suit that surprisingly fit him. Although, he was a little uncomfortable with the formfitting outfit. It wasn't something that he would normally wear, ever. He felt uncomfortable in it, and it added to the layer of discomfort he felt as the Avengers all stared at him as he ate as if he was a vicious beast that would attack at the slightest provocation.

"So Harry you didn't always look like this?" Tony asked conversationally.

"No, this is a fairly recent development," Harry replied looking down at his blue hands. The one that sat on the table was beginning to cause frost to form across the top. He tried to stop it but with his nerves it was impossible to reign in his powers.

"You want to cut that out before you freeze the whole ship?" Fury snapped.

Harry removed his hand from the table, and flushed feeling very self-conscious. He wondered exactly what color he turned when he blushed.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"You cannot control it?" Thor frowned.

"Like I said, it's a fairly recent development. The ice was never like this, though. I never just started freezing things," Harry sighed. Perhaps it was because he'd been in his human form for so long that and his fear was sending him out of control.

"So Harry let's talk about what your plans are," Fury said.

"My plans? I just don't want to be blue anymore so that I can go back to school," Harry frowned.

"You're the son of one of the world's most notorious villains. You think you can just go back to school?" Fury demanded.

"Yes…" Harry replied.

"We can't have you just running around without keeping tabs on you. You're half- Frost Giant who knows what trouble you could get into," Fury growled.

"I haven't done anything to hurt anyone for the past fourteen years. I think I can contain my murderous urges," Harry said glaring. He'd had enough of people always thinking the worst of him. His fists clenched to hold back the ice-cold power swirling up inside him.

"I don't think Fury means it like that," Bruce soothed. "I think he's more worried about others coming after you."

"Why would they come after me?" Harry questioned.

"Asgard is a hot commodity right now. And some of our more unsavory rivals would kill at the chance to take you apart," Fury stated harshly.

Great just what he needed more people coming after him. As if Voldemort wasn't enough.

"So what are you suggesting?" Harry asked.

Fury smirked. "An agreement that benefits both of us. We protect you and you provide us with certain information," Fury responded.

"What kind of information?" Harry asked.

"Loki trusts you. You're his son after all," Fury began.

"You cannot be proposing that my nephew spy on Loki," Thor protested.

"I'm suggesting exactly that. We've got nothing on him. We have no idea what his plans are and no way to track him. This is our only chance of ever finding out," Fury argued.

"I'm not spying on my… on Loki for you," Harry said in disgust.

Loki may have been dangerous but he was still Harry's… other father. Never having family meant that Harry was much more reluctant to turn against him. Loki wanted a relationship with him, and Harry didn't want to ruin that by conspiring with his enemies. It didn't necessarily mean that Harry wanted to join him either.

"I strongly urge you to think about it. Until then you'll stay with Thor in his wing of the helicarrier. And remember one foot out of line and you're going back in the cell," his piece said Fury swept from the room.

The Avengers all stuck around asking Harry questions about his school, and the magical world. Natasha, and Hawkeye also known as Clint were already aware of magic so with their help he was able to fill them all in. The Avengers seemed to relax more in his presence the more they talked. Harry likewise felt himself relax the more he got to know the Avengers, and he realized that they weren't about to attack him. He could only hope that they would find a way for him to return to Hogwarts soon or at the very least contact them. He could only imagine how terrified they all must be at his sudden disappearance. Besides he wanted to know if Voldemort had made an appearance. If whatever ritual he had performed on Harry worked, and he was now restored. If he was then Harry was going to have another huge problem on top of the ones he already had.

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