Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or the Avengers.

This is an idea I'm playing around with while I have time off school. I'm not the best writer out there but I really hope some of you enjoy this story as much as I had fun writing this.

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Prologue- An office somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.

"I want the mudblood gone!" A bearded man ordered, pacing in his ornate office filled with whizzing and ticking trinkets. The mid July sun pulsed into the office, making it increasingly stuffy. Although it was mid-summer, said bearded man was plotting ways to get rid of one of his supposed "prized" students.

"What do you mean headmaster?" Replied the other man, he wore black robes and they looked as if they hadn't been washed in over a year.

"She's getting too close to him. He's becoming harder to manipulate the more he contacts his friends outside of school. The wards on Privet Drive are failing."

"Block the owls then?" He suggested.

"I can't do that now. He's already been invited to the World Cup."

"I assume the mudblood will also be in attendance?"

"That is correct. Although we could work that to our advantage."

"What do you mean?"

"Well rumour has it amongst the guards of Azkaban that it wasn't Barty Crouch Jr that died that day; it was his mother. And there have been sightings of the man in Little Hangleton, where Riddle Manor lies. Now correct me if I'm wrong but this might be year Voldemort rises again and Barty Crouch is the man behind everything."

"And Barty Crouch Sr will be at the World Cup final along with many other Death Eaters where an attack will happen. If Lucius Malfoy is there he will join in and attempt to attack the blood traitors and the mudblood. It could succeed."

"Or go terribly wrong," Interrupted the sorting hat. "What's to say they go after the owners of the campground and just set fire to a few tents? If the final is going to be as big as you say it is; how will they find just a mere handful when there are thousands of people out like sitting ducks."

The bearded man glared at the beaten up hat menacingly. He wanted things to turn out perfectly. He wanted to win this war. He wanted to rule the world his way.

He wanted the mudblood prodigy gone, out of their hair. He wanted to be able to mold their savior perfectly. He didn't want his efforts spoiled by a girl who knew too much. Everything had to be perfect this time around; SHIELD was not getting involved again. Especially those two murderers.

"If the world cup goes wrong. Should I arrange a potions accident? The fourth years are going to start using the rather explosive ingredients this year. It wouldn't take much for me to slip the wrong ingredient and set of a catastrophic explosion that would cause damage serious enough to almost force her muggle parents to pull her out of the school. Whilst in the hospital, you could cast a memory charm that would remove her memories of magic." Suggested the black robed man.

"It would work. But I don't think a potions accident would cut it- it risks the Slytherin students that we need so desperately. I already know a man that could do the job without remorse. All I have to do is contact and old friend."

"Very well then. I assume it shall be a surprise attack?"

"Exactly."

The dark haired man left the office with a swish of his robes. Bearded man's blue eyes twinkled deviously as he stared out of the large bay window of his office.

"Hail Hydra." He muttered.

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