A Cold Hand

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter and The Avengers/Thor.

Summary: Harriet Lily Potter escapes to New York when she realizes her never ending life isn't going anywhere. Loki Laufeyson, as punishment by Odin for attempting to rule Midgard, must stay on Earth in his original form. The two damaged souls meet unexpectedly, will a bond be made between the two?

Rating: T

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, cursing, mentions of torture, death and child abuse, fem!Harry.

Pairing: fem!Harry/Loki

Prologue

Thin, pale arms wrapped around the body the appendages belonged to, a sigh escaped the mouth of a young girl, around the age seventeen. She blended in with the bustling people of New York on the sidewalk, wearing tight jeans, boots, a t-shirt under a black jacket and a grey ski hat. The young girl trudged through the two inch snow that was slowly building up and against the by-passers of New York, delicate snowflakes slowly caught in her dark black hair.

Harriet stopped walking in the middle of the crowd of citizens, she sighed once more and watched the wisps of her breath curl in the air and fade languidly. She looked around the huge city, taking it all in, and continued walking without any haste. The witch would stay here, but for how long? She would work until someone noticed her not ageing, than she would move away to a different, constantly moving and never staying in one place, never making any friends, not having a family. What was she to do?

The raven haired witch knew Ron and Hermione were scared, scared of her, or scared for her, she wasn't sure of. She shivered and looked around the crowd of people weakly. She was scared, though she would deny it. If anyone except those she trusted with her useless life found out that she became immortal would lock her up, either for being to powerful, or because she was a strange freak. Just thinking about that she would have to go though all of the pain of losing her friends again, Hermione, Ron, George, her little Teddy, made her chest squeeze painfully.

She clenched her pale cold hands. No, she thought don't think about it. It doesn't matter anymore. Just forget. It doesn't matter. It never will matter.

Harriet continued walking.