Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, or anything Marvel related, sadly. I also do not own Harry Potter. This is inspired by a wonderful Hogwarts AU RP. This is set, as you will read, years after Harry Potter.

I am really excited about this hogwartvengers fic! Give it a chance?

Rated M. Full description in chapter 1!

Main pairings- Eventual Clint/Natasha, Loki/Natasha, Steve/Tony.

PROLOGUE

(Day one)

"Now, Clinton, you be good. Do not get into too much trouble."

"Watch out for werewolves. They will tear you to shreds, little brother."

"Son, enjoy. I know you'll have a great time. Study hard."

"I don't know how a coward like you will survive at the freak school. Then again, you are a freak. You'll fit right in."

"Bye, baby. Send us owls. How weird is that? I still can't get over how weird this is!"

The sentiments of Clint's family still rang through his head as he made his way through the train corridor, trying to find an empty compartment. Of course he was nervous. It had only been a few month since he found out he was a wizard. That he would be going to Hogwarts, the magic school, instead of dull secondary school. There will be many skilled witches and wizards here and Clint knew nothing. He was kind of an outsider. However he was ready, as he had a wand- a Cedar wood with a phoenix feather core- and all sorts of miscellaneous wizarding equipment. He just had to find a space to sit on the long train journey.

Clint peered into a compartment, seeing a dark haired boy, already dressed in the uniform with an emerald green tie slung low around his neck, talking idly to an excited looking blonde. They were clearly close and Clint didn't want to intrude.

The next compartment had a cute red head. The one that smiled at him on the platform at the train station. He was all set to go in and talk when a babble of girls pushed by him, to join her.
'Great,' He thought, before continuing along as the train rumbled out of London. He wanted to find somewhere to sit, and fast, so he could settle down, and Clint was definitely not up for chilling with the older kids. Eventually he found a compartment that was pretty much empty, just had a kid who looked about his age sitting with his nose in a book. The boy looked about as nervous as Clint was, so he thought it may be a good idea to talk to him.

"Hello," Clint began, a smile plastered on his face, "Mind if I join you?" The boy pushed his glasses up, looking surprised to be interrupted. He nodded and gestured to the seat opposite.

"My name is Clint. Well Clinton, but everybody bar my Mum calls me Clint. So yeah, Clint Barton. What about you?" Clint knew he was rambling, but he did want to make a good impression. It would suck to be rejected by the first wizard he spoke to. The boy laughed.

"Hello Clint, Clinton, or whatever you're called," He teased a little in response, to Clint's relief. "I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner." He offered Clint a warm smile, setting the clunky book he was reading aside. "How are you?"

"Nervous," Clint admitted, "If you haven't already noticed." Bruce laughed again at that, nodding at Clint to continue.

"One minute I'm sitting opening birthday presents, the next thing I find out that I'm a wizard!"

"Oh, you're a muggle-born?" Bruce replied, his tone surprised.

"What's a muggle-born?" Clint tilted his head in response, slightly confused.

"Someone with two non-magical parents. We call people without magic muggles," Bruce elaborated with a smile.

"Oh well I guess I am then! That's not a bad thing, is it?" Clint asked carefully, not wanting to lose his new friend.

"Not at all! Some of the greatest witches and wizards were muggle-born! Hermione Granger, for example."

"Who?" Clint frowned in response, realising just how out the loop he was with magic things. 'I really should have bought those books about the history and culture of magic,' He thought.

"Of course you wouldn't know," Bruce said in realisation. "Here, I'll explain all the important stuff you need to know. Like Hogwarts stuff. Stuff to do with the past and Harry Potter. That is…if you'd like," He finished shyly.

Clint nodded, smiling as he settled down to learn everything he needed to know about his new life and the place that he would call home for the next seven years.

Obviously Bruce was of the first to be sorted, Clint's suspicions being confirmed that he was a Ravenclaw. Which is definitely a good house, and Clint was pleased for him. It wasn't long before Clint was called up to the stool. He perched nervously, as the hat was dropped on his head, jumping as he heard the voice whisper in his ear:

"Hmm curious," It began. Clint swallowed, looking out at the other first years. The red haired girl offered him another smile, and consequently Clint relaxed and listened to the sorting hat.

"You're certainly not stupid. You have a lot of intellectual potential, Mr Barton. However, you and I both agree that Ravenclaw just isn't the place for you. Neither is Slytherin, despite your quick skill and determination. Other houses are just as ambitious. I sense you are brave, like a Gryffindor, and loyal like a Hufflepuff. Both are admirable qualities."

Clint held his breath. The hat was taking longer with him than it had with Bruce, or anyone else really.

"You seem to have accepted your fate as a Hufflepuff. You don't think you are brave. You are nervous about this school. About getting hexed. About not fitting in, aren't you?" The Hat asked. Clint hated this. He hated that a hat, of all things, could read him so well.

"You are worried that you're a coward. That you won't live up to expectations. Just remember that, in life, you may get a few surprises. This is one of them." He continued in his quiet voice before opening up his mouth and shouting loudly, "Gryffindor!"

Clint grinned in relief. After what Bruce said, Gryffindor really did seem like the best house. He heard cheering coming from the table, all for him, and polite clapping from others. Clint looked over at the redhead who's smile had been replaced with a smile. As he made his way to the table, he vaguely wondered what that was about.

The rest of sorting was a blur, but a few people stood out. "Odinson, Thor," was called up to the stool, and Clint had to laugh as the hyperactive blonde from the train all but bounced up. The sorting hat had barely touched his head when it yelled Gryffindor. Clint smiled and cheered with the rest of the house and the boy looked happy for a moment, before casting a worried glance at his friend from the train, the older dark haired boy. 'Perhaps they are brothers,' Clint mused as the dark haired boy sent Thor a pained expression in response. Clint did smile though when Thor sat down beside him and introduced himself.

More people got sorted. A Rogers, Steve was the longest the hat took to decide, including himself, and ended up placing him in Hufflepuff. Steve smiled widely at that, going over to the table to shake hands with most members. And then she got up. "Romanoff, Natasha."

So her name is Natasha.

After the Hat's moment of hesitation, it called out, "Slytherin." The girl, Natasha, hopped off the stool and down to the table, looking extremely pleased with herself. Clint sighed. Natasha is a slytherin. By default, she won't want him. He should just quit now before the thoughts turned to feelings. If that happened, he was surely in trouble.

A boy who seemed to have a permanent smirk on his face strolled up to the stool and after a moment, "Stark, Tony," was sorted into Slytherin. He grinned as he walked to the table, flashing Clint a massive grin, winking at the boy called Steve and a girl called Pepper. He waved at a few others before sitting down next to Natasha, who immediately seemed uncomfortable.

"So you're muggle-born?" Thor resumed their conversation as the final few people got sorted. "My brother doesn't seem to get on well with them, but I don't see any problem. Loki is a funny fellow."

Clint had to chuckle at the boy. He seemed funny himself, and kind of puppy-like.

"Yeah but don't underestimate my skill!" Clint pulled out his wand. "I'm gonna be an amazing wizard! Just you wait and see!" He said with a smile before casting a look at the red headed Slytherin, his gaze trailing from her back to Thor, "Amazing."

A/N Hey there! So this is my first fanfiction in around two years. It feels good to be back in the game. This is a peculiar story and I am posting the Prologue and Chapter one together. If you weren't so keen on the prologue, the past, please give chapter one a try! You may be surprised.