X-Over between Avengers and Harry Potter; I shall semi stick to the plots. But I let my imagination take charge when I'm writing so no promises.

Warnings!: Will be SLASH! Death. Denial. Sexual encounters. Maybe underage stuffs. Might be crappy plot (apologies). Um might add more later on….

Prelude: Horrid Past

At the age of eleven I was told an unimaginable truth- I was a wizard, and a famous one at that. The Wizarding World took my breath away at my first glimpse when Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley. My first year at Hogwarts began with wonder and excitement. But after being forced by my 'best friends' to go after something I knew was dangerous Hogwarts lost its charm and the staff lost my trust. What kind of adults let three untrained children succeed in making it through their 'protections' and then get attacked by a man who housed Voldemort's soul? I mean really? They didn't know? Uh-huh, and I'm Santa Claus.

Second year was a joke as well. But I defeated that wanker. Who knew thrusting a basilisk fang dripping with venom and human blood would wipe out not only the soul piece in the diary but all of the other pieces floating out there in the world? I sure didn't. Of course at that moment I hadn't known that there were other soul pieces…let alone that I was fighting the piece of Riddle's soul. I became 'The-Defeater-of-The-Dark' – really, how original. Many Death Eaters were able to slither their way out of persecution. To name a few – Lucius Malfoy (though he turned in his own wife – she got the kiss), Severus Snape, and the Lestrange twins (the two turned in Bellatrix and she was kissed as well) – how they remained free even though their wives didn't I have no idea. Most of the other Death Eaters that remained free were lower ring, unknown face types. But even with my newly dubbed fame I was sent back to my prison. The Dursleys', once I got my letter, no longer laid a hand on me for fear of my magic. But that didn't stop them from locking me in my room all summer, only letting me out for the loo. They fed me the bare minimum to keep me alive.

At the beginning of third year I was introduced to my Godfather Sirus Black. He had been released when the Ministry caught Pettigrew over the summer. I had been shocked that the man was even in existence. I'd never known I had a godfather. But Sirus suffered greatly while in prison at Azkaban. I was able to spend that Christmas with him – the best I'd ever had thus far – before he past on. Remus Lupin, my other godfather, was with us at the time. Sirus was his wolf's mate. He went raving mad as Sirus died in our arms; Siri past peacefully though. It took me hours to calm the wolf and then the man down. Since I was looked at as Moony's cub Remus had a reason to live and I think that's the only thing that kept him going.

Even though Siri died not long after he was released he made sure to protect both Remy and I as best he could. He, along with Remy, blood adopted me – giving me four parents instead of two – and he bonded with Remy. He made me his heir and Remus my guardian. He gave us a family, a home, and the money we needed to survive, plus more. I was heart broken even if I barely knew the man. A teen starved of affection tends to latch onto whoever shows they care. Those months leading up to Siri's death I came to look to him as a father. I was calling him Dad and Remus Papa when Christmas came around. The rest of third year I had a hard time, it hurt to loose him. But I knew when summer came I could go back to living with Remus at the Black beach manor off of the coast of California, America. That summer probably changed my fate forever.