“So, what is Divination exactly?” Steve asked as he, the Marauders, Snape, Natasha, Lily, and Thor made their way through the corridors.
“It’s a class where you learn to see into the future.” James said, wrinkling his nose. “Honestly, I find it as an utter waste of time and a class that teaches loads of bull, but as an elective, it serves as a blow off class.” Sirius snorted in agreement.
“Trelawney is a nut. She claimed she foresaw the Grim in my teacup. She told me that I would die a mysterious death in my thirties, whatever that’s supposed to mean.” Sirius shuddered.
“And you shall fall through a veil of darkness and never see light again, for the fates have decided that you will die in the hands of the she-wolf. Your future is dim and dark and the many hooded figures will surround you for thirteen years!” Sirius croaked in a throaty voice, imitating his raspy Divination teacher. While everyone shook their heads smiling at this, Thor threw back his head and laughed heartily.
“I think it’s safe to say that every student here believes she should be locked up in a psychedelic ward in St. Mungos, just because.” Lupin piped up. There was a large collection of satisfied, agreeing mutterings that followed.
“And I shall suppose that Transfiguration is the study of transfiguring things?” Thor asked, as they climbed their way up a staircase. He was a few steps ahead of everyone with a slight, bouncy hop in his steps, clearly excited for his first class. Lily chuckled, eying the boy with interest. There was something about this Thor that she liked, but she couldn’t put a finger to it.
“Yes, that is exactly what Transfiguration is. But I don’t think McGonagall will have you transfiguring things right away. She’ll probably just have you do bookwork for now. In fact, aside from Potions, you’d probably be just doing bookwork for the majority of the year.” At this, Thor turned around and frowned.
“No magic at all? We just stir things up and read books for the whole year? That is utterly preposterous!” His frown was becoming more pronounced than ever, and his figure seemed to shrink. His posture was no longer upright with excitement. Snape managed to hide a smirk.
“That is, except for Defense Against the Dark Arts. You’d probably be learning the spells right along with us.” Remus piped up quickly, sensing Thor’s down-spiraling disappointment.
Steve was right, it was best to try and keep the young demigod from getting angry. Thor wasn’t very pleased by the methods they woke him up with that morning. The sky momentarily darkened, and a white, hot bolt of lightning managed to hit the ground, cracking and sizzling. Thunder boomed like a bomb explosion, leaving the windows rattling. It was amusing however, to watch James yelp and Sirius cower behind him. Peter dived under the bed, whimpering. Remus was not fazed however, he was a werewolf…
“With Defense, you don’t really need much back ground, the material just gets harder as you go along.” James helpfully planted in. He too was thinking along the same lines as Remus.
“But we haven’t even got wands!” Thor huffed grumpily. “How are we supposed to learn magic without wands? I want a stick of my own!” It was clear his mood had dropped down magnificently since their talk about Transfiguration.
“Blimey, I forgot about that. We should’ve asked Dumbledore about that back when we were in his office.” Sirius said. For a second, he looked momentarily surprised at the thought. “Perhaps we should go back?” Sirius was already making his way back down the staircase when Snape yelled after him.
“For God’s sake Black, are you always so quick to jump on things? If the headmaster hadn’t mentioned anything important, it is clear there is nothing to worry about!” Snape smirked as he watched Sirius glower at him.
“Being a bit hypocritical Snivellus? I believe it was you who was the first to jump into conclusions when you began to observe Moony like the stalker you are.” Sirius hissed, clambering up the staircase once again. A fulsome look dawned upon his face as he watched the smirk fade off of Snape’s. “You were lucky Prongs came to the rescue. If he didn’t, you would’ve died trying to prove your drastic conclusions.”
“Black, that’s enough!” Lily snapped. “McGonagall would be very angry if we stepped into her classroom late, or didn’t even show up at all.”
“Ha! As if Minnie isn’t mad at me already,” Sirius muttered angrily, and stormed ahead, making sure he brushed himself violently past Snape. Snape staggered a bit, and casted Lily a surprised look. However, Lily only stuck her nose in the air and marched after Sirius with Natasha at her heels.
“We really should best be going.” Remus said meekly, eying the two redheads with a clear desperation to leave. “I have no wish to spend my time in detention.” And with that, he too awkwardly slipped off, shortly followed by Steve and Thor. Peter watched the others leave with a frightened look in his face.
“You go ahead and leave too, Pete. I got to set things straight with Snivellus.” James nodded to Peter, and watched as Peter scurried away after Thor. “Oi, Pete, save me a seat, why don’t you?” James called out to his friend, but he wasn’t quite sure if Peter heard.
“Funny, Potter. You think you’re so big, ordering a coward like him around. You must feel so high and mighty with followers like Lupin and Pettigrew.” Snape said snidely, smirking at James’ glowering face.
“They’re not followers, Snivellus. They’re friends, something I see you have very few of.” James countered coldly. “And stay away from Evans. She’s not yours, and we all know very well why you don’t deserve her.” James felt a pang of pleasure as he watched Severus’ face pale. Mention Evans, and Snape was bound to go undone.
“She isn’t yours either.” Snape whispered, his eyes had lost all coldness, and for a second, he looked timid and tiny. His black eyes bored into James. James sniggered.
“I bet you five sickles that she and I will hook up by the end of the year; five sickles.” James grinned wickedly, and before Snape could say anything, he strode off on to class. As for Snape, he could feel the hairs on his neck stand up. How dare he? How dare Potter threaten him with Evans? Potter didn’t own her, so he had no right.
Oh how Potter was asking for it now…
“Care of Magical Creatures.” Tony said, skipping down the halls. “Do you suppose we’ll learn about dragons and such?” He turned to find Clint just barely smiling, and Bruce shrugged.
“We’re about to find out aren’t we?” Bruce said as they stepped out onto the dew covered lawn. The smells of pine and evergreen and the forest in general, was a refreshing change from the New York atmosphere. It was far more peaceful, and the air felt crisp when inhaled. It was nothing like the hot, polluted, noisy New York; a city of concrete and noisy cars.
“You know, maybe we could check with the teacher and see if we can study you.” Tony playfully teased while Clint snickered. Bruce rolled his eyes, grinning slightly.
“Oh, that’s very funny, ha-ha! Let’s see what happens when we prod the Hulk with a stick!” Bruce sarcastically snorted while Tony poked his shoulder, grinning impishly.
“I was only messing with ya’ bro’,” Tony shook his head smiling.
“We could play Eye-Spy. It would be very relevant. Let’s see, I spy with my little eye something big and green!” Clint chippered from behind the boys. Bruce turned around in his tracks and aimed to playfully hit Clint, who dodged him with a leap.
“And Legolas dodges with those long legs of his, how his reflexes flow with the wind!” Clint narrated pompously, as Tony chuckled.
“Oh, shut up Clint! I, for the moment am not big and green, and Legolas for one is blond, and I’m sorry, but Legolas is by far a better archer.” Bruce grinned, but Clint’s grin was more impish.
“Who said I was talking about you? I could’ve been talking about that tree! Or that tree, or even that one!” Clint pointed at three trees that towered above the rest. “And your comment about Legolas really hurt. It struck an arrow to my heart!” Clint said, clutching his chest as if he were bleeding slowly, and dramatically staggered. Tony chortled, slinging his arms around both their shoulders after wedging himself in between the two.
“Some trio we have, eh?” Tony asked, adding in a little skip in his walk, and Bruce snorted. Clint on the other hand produced a mock-cough sound and shoved himself off of Tony. The teenage billionaire laughed out loud.
Perhaps they did need this year back in time. Perhaps one year vacationing the past was what they needed to bond, become stronger, and to become a better team.
Making their way down hill, they spotted a number of students gathered around near the forest, not far from where they landed yesterday. The students were busy gawking at something in interest, and as they approached, their instructor’s voice seemed more audible. It was then they had realized that it belonged to Hagrid’s.
“Hey Hagrid!” Tony called out cheerfully as they joined their classmates. Both houses seemed mixed together, and seemed to be comfortable with each other’s close-quarters. Up front, leaning upon a tree was Hagrid beaming at the three.
“Well, hullo there Tony, Bruce, and Mister Barton, glad you can join us this morning. I was just introducing the class to Roundhoof.” Hagrid nodded towards the animal he had introduced.
“Whoa.” Tony breathed, his eyes widening at the creature that stood before them. Standing ahead of the staring students was an animal with the front legs, wings, and a head of a giant eagle; its body, hind legs and tail was of a horse.
“Hagrid, what is that?” Tony whispered loudly, allowing his eyes to dart from the animal to the gamekeeper. Hagrid chuckled.
“Well Tony, this here is a hippogriff.” Hagrid grinned. He threw a carcass of a dead bird at the animal as it leapt gracefully and snatched it with its jaws.
“Now class, hippogriffs are a bit prideful, like yer fellow Gryffindors see,” Hagrid began, and there was an amount of delightful chuckles at this. “But they’re ruddy hell protect full and loyal to those that have earned their trust.”
“Now, firs’ things firs’, don’t ever insult a hippogriff. When you approach them, you approach them with respect. Yeh bow an’ yeh remain eye contact. If he bows back, then you can touch ‘em. If he don’t, well, it’s best to back away as far as you can.” Hagrid said, patting Roundhoof by the head. Turning his attention back to his class, he clapped his hands.
“So now, who’d like to pet ol’ Roundhoof firs’?” As Hagrid looked around at his class, his beaming face began to fade. “Ahhh c’mon now, just bow and keep eye contact. That’s all it is.” Hagrid coaxed his class.
The class awkwardly shuffled amongst themselves, looking accusingly at each other. It was clear no one wanted to be a test subject for a hippogriff.
“You go touch Roundhoof.” whispered a Ravenclaw boy, gently shoving his friend from behind. The other boy took a subtle step back.
“No. Why don’t you do it?”
“Are you crazy? He’ll make me ride that thing!”
“No he won’t. Dumbledore said he’s not allowed to send kids on hippogriff rides…”
“Aw now, c’mon, don’t make me call names now.” Hagrid pleaded, eyeing each and every one of his students. Tony took a deep breath. Why not?
“I’ll do it.” Tony said, squaring his shoulders bravely, striding towards the creature. Bruce stiffened and casted a glance towards Clint; both were unsure how the bird would react to Tony. In fact, Tony’s arrogance and brashness didn’t always bring out the humble side of him. Hagrid however, did not know this.
“Okay class, now gather around and watch how Mister Stark addresses ol’ Roundhoof.” Hagrid said, motioning his class to step forward a few steps.
As for Tony, he could feel himself grow anxious and even a bit scared. He had no suit, so if he rubbed off as rash, the bird would probably maul him into misery. That beak was not a blunt one. Now as Tony approached closer, the creature stiffened and sharply watched the teenage boy. Its amber eyes didn’t blink and Tony felt the urge to look away.
“That’s it Tony. Yer doing well, keep that eye contact now.” Hagrid coaxed. Tony was only ten feet away and he could feel his knees buckle. “You can bow now Tony. Bow deeply. And keep the eye contact.” Hagrid advised. For the first time, Tony obeyed without hesitation or complaining.
For the longest second, the hippogriff just stared, and then slowly the creature made its way towards Tony. Tony could feel his breathing grow rapid and shallow, yet he refused to look away. He wasn’t going to give this creature an excuse to mangle him.
The creature was now face to face with Tony, standing a foot away. The class, who were whispering softly amongst each other, held their breaths; and then the hippogriff bowed in return deeply, before standing back straight.
“You can pet ‘em now Tony.” Hagrid said. It seemed as if he too was anxious on how Roundhoof would react. Slowly, Tony allowed himself to stand upright, and allowed his arms to reach forward. He stroked the creature’s head affectionately, the fear leaving his body and relief washing over him. Success!
The class burst out in applause and cheers as Tony turned around, beaming somewhat haughtily. Bruce rolled his eyes, but none-the-less smiling.
“He’s not going to let this day go, isn’t he?” Clint murmured, clapping heartily. Bruce chuckled.
“No, he really isn’t.”
Loki shivered as he sat down at an empty seat beside Rabastan. The dungeons were cold and there was an aroma of old books in the air. Aside from the aroma of books there was a scent of fresh mint and coolness that reminded Loki of ice, even though ice obviously doesn’t have a scent.
“Why does it smell so—refreshing?” Loki asked, looking around at the peers around him, watching as they were stirring and adding things into their cauldrons. There was a slightly dreamy look that hung in their irises. Rabastan smirked.
“Refreshing, eh? Is that what attracts you?” Rabastan looked up from his Advanced Potions book, wearing a tight lipped smile. Loki raised an eyebrow, feeling confused.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“It’s Amortentia, a love potion. It’s supposed to smell different to everybody, according to what attracts you.” Rabastan wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Sluggy here has gotten everyone making vials of it. He’s grading us on how accurate they are.” The boy nodded over to a man that resembled fairly like a walrus. He was beaming down at everybody, a small mysterious, golden vial standing beside him.
“And that’s Felix Felicis. Its liquid luck; he says he’ll award it to the best Amortentia made.” Rabastan added softly.
Taking out his bag, Loki reached in and pulled out his own leathery, worn copy of Advanced Potions. Apparently the Slytherin common room supplied many hand-me-down books that were on the 7th year supply list.
“And may I ask what attracts you?” Loki asked smoothly, flipping through the dog-eared pages.
“Well, I do smell traces of cinnamon and paprika, as well as fire and splintering wood.” Rabastan said after a long pause. Loki looked up, amused, with both eyebrows raised.
“Well, that is a rather… erm…warm attraction you’re smelling there.” Loki laughed as Rabastan flushed and went back to reading his instructions.
“You know, Laufeyson. I think I like you.” Lestrange said. Loki raised an eyebrow as he slowly began to chop up his rose thorns.
“Well, that was rather haste. Does that mean I smell like either cinnamon or paprika? Because to be truthfully honest, I don’t think I’m smelling you at this moment.” He joked. Rabastan wrinkled his nose and snorted.
“No mate. I don’t like you in that way. Honestly, you have no smell.” Rabastan commented as he stirred counter clockwise. Loki chuckled.
“Well, that’s a good thing. I rather smell like nothing than to smell like my brother.”
“That I can relate,” Rabastan nodded. “I couldn’t bare being my brother if we switched places. I would hate to be in this room and smell Bellatrix for the whole class period. Her perfume is too strong. I’m surprised Rodolphus hasn’t suffocated in it. But I suppose because he likes it, he finds it rather comforting.”
The two continued to brew their potions, talking about their brothers and about magic throughout the period. Loki was impressed by the ways of ‘The Dark Lord’ and asked Rabastan about recruitment.
Rabastan nodded and said he would send an owl to a close family friend, who happened to be Regulus’ mother. That way the four of them could be branded into the late summer or early next school year. The four would consist of Regulus, Rabastan, Loki, and Barty Crouch Jr., who was apparently in Ravenclaw.
Of course, Loki knew he’d be long gone before he could ever be recruited, but he didn’t want to blow his cover. And Rabastan had now grew to be a friend. Something he lacked when he was young.
Sirius was first to enter the Transfiguration classroom, seething angrily as he took his seat up front.
“I’m surprised you bothered even showing Mister Black.” Professor McGonagall said sharply as she conjured a piece of parchment out of thin air. “I figured you wouldn’t show up, so I didn’t think you would need a pop quiz.” Sirius groaned as he dropped his bag loudly onto the floor.
“But Professor, today’s the first day, and you’re giving us a pop quiz, over what?” Sirius cried indignantly. McGonagall only shot him a stern look and Sirius clicked his tongue, taking out his quill before getting to work.
“And you Miss Evans, I have yours as well.” McGonagall said, handing a similar piece of parchment to Lily.
Turning to Natasha, the woman nodded. “Miss Romanoff, you will turn to page 356 in your textbook and begin to take notes. Do remain quiet, I’m afraid some chose not to read over the summer and are having a difficult time finishing.”
“But Professor, I haven’t got a book.” Natasha timidly said. The stern woman pointed to the back of the room.
“The textbooks are over there dear, and I’ll allow you to keep one for the rest of the year seeing how you don’t have one.”
Natasha nodded gratefully and went to the back of the classroom to the bookshelf where all the textbooks were located. Spotting one with an almost untouched spine, she took it from the shelf and found an empty desk by Lily and a brunette haired girl. She was rewarded by a few disapproving glares from the Slytherin girls, but she didn’t mind it much. She was determined to stay away from them as much as possible.
“Mind if I sit here?” Natasha whispered softly. Lily merely nodded, her quill scratching on the parchment, and the brunette girl smiled at her genuinely.
“McKay. McKay Patterson.” The girl introduced herself, sticking out her hand once Natasha sat down.
“Don’t like the Slytherins, eh? I don’t blame you. Narcissa’s the ringleader of all the lassies. Not a pleasant girl at all!” McKay nodded knowingly, and Natasha grinned. At that, the doors opened again and Remus walked into the classroom, followed by Thor and Steve.
“Sorry Professor. James and Peter should be on their way soon.” Remus said briskly, walking his way to the teacher’s desk. McGonagall gave him a tight lipped smile.
“I’m sure Potter and Pettigrew will show soon enough. This is your pop quiz, Lupin.” Professor McGonagall said, handing him his quiz.
“Excellent!” Remus took the quiz eagerly off his teacher’s hand and sat himself behind Sirius. It seemed as if Lupin had long expected this quiz and was eager to start. McGonagall then turned to face Thor and Steve who were patiently standing behind Lupin before he sat down.
“As for you both, I ask you to help yourselves to a textbook from the back shelf and start at page 356. Do take notes; it should help introduce you to our current unit.” The woman advised as Steve and Thor turned to look at the bookshelf.
“With much respects to thou, I shall do as thy elders asks,” Thor bowed and strode to the shelf. A few of the watching students giggled and snickered at Thor’s archaic manners, and Steve blushed, awkwardly smiling before following Thor to the shelf.
McGonagall rolled her eyes. Not another one! Of course, she didn’t know that this was normal to Thor, being a prince of Asgard. To her, she thought it was all mock and joke.
“You weren’t joking about the bookwork were you not, Miss Lily?” Thor whispered as he passed the busy red-head. Lily softly chuckled and looked up to find that Thor had sat himself beside Sirius, who was getting frustrated and was angrily scribbling at his parchment.
He is an odd one… Lily thought to herself. But he has that charismatic air to him.
“He is cute, you know, and rather charming.” McKay whispered, leaning towards Lily, poking her with her quill. Lily, who was beginning to gawk, only blushed slightly and Natasha peered up from her book.
“Oh don’t be silly Kay; he’s only a new boy!” Lily furiously whispered back. She turned her head to make sure they weren’t being overheard.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of it. He can be rather hot-headed and brash.” Natasha chimed in softly, slightly smiling. McKay however, was wearing an impish grin, winking at Natasha.
“Lily-Bear needs a boyfriend, and anyone can be better than that Snape boy she used to consider. I’ve argued with her last night at dinner that I was going to hook her up with somebody this year.”
“I don’t need anybody, McKay!” Lily hissed as Peter barged into the room, stumbling towards McGonagall. The class laughed at the trembling boy’s expense. McKay and Lily rolled their eyes simultaneously.
“Oh, sure you do!” McKay pressed. Natasha watched her new friends argue in whispers. She never was exactly the girl to be interested in the sorts, but one doesn’t get to relive their teenage years very often. Just for kicks. Besides, her teenage years weren’t exactly the best, for she was forced to grow up fast…
“Says the one who’s too stubborn and picky to have a boyfriend…!” Lily said, clenching her jaws. McKay shrugged.
“I’m old fashioned. I know what guy I want, therefore, I’ll sit it out and wait.” McKay grinned sloppily as Lily scowled and flicked a piece of rolled up parchment sitting beside her unused quill.
“Honestly, sometimes I think you and Sirius were perfect for each other.” Lily growled while McKay grimaced.
“Ugh, don’t even remind me.” She groaned, analyzing her fingernails with disinterest.
“Well, if either of you choose to date, don’t choose Tony. His bastard highness wears his crown of arrogance and sarcasm with pride.” Natasha pitched in and watched as both girls giggle. Oh, Tony would be shooting daggers at her right now!
“Pssst, Natasha. Hey, Natasha!” whispered a voice. Natasha, McKay, and Lily turned around to find Steve turned in his seat, waving for their attention.
Natasha cocked her head to the side, signaling Steve that she was listening.
“Do you have a writing utensil I could borrow?” He mouthed, using his hands to imitate he was writing. Natasha only frowned and mouthed the word, ‘sorry’. Turning back forward, Steve’s shoulders slumped as he awkwardly looked around. Sirius, Peter and Remus were still working on their quizzes so he knew better than to ask them. As for Thor, he seemed too consumed in his book to want to be disturbed.
McKay lifted her bag and began to rummage around as if looking for something. After a minute, she pulled out a quill and turned to Natasha.
“What’s his name again?” She whispered pointing to Steve’s back. Natasha, who had went back to reading, peered up from her book.
“Steve.” Natasha whispered before looking back down and reading.
“Steve!” McKay whispered, loud enough for Steve to hear. Turning around, Steve saw McKay holding up a quill. “Did you need one?” She mouthed. When Steve nodded, the brunette bewitched the quill and sent it soaring to Steve who caught it and casted a thankful grin before turning to his book.
“You know,” Lily said, glancing sneakily up at her friend who was sitting there smiling like an idiot. “That was the first time you sort of helped a boy for his educational needs.” When McKay blushed, Lily smirked.
“Oh shut up, Lily. He’s only a new boy!”
Author’s Notes: First off, I would like to thank those who have been patient with me throughout my revamping. I am proud to say that I’m finished with editing for now and I shall continue with my story.
Also, I would also like to apologize if I have made every character in this chapter OOC. I admit, I don’t know much about Marvel Comics, so those who are a fan of the comics, don’t butcher me with your machetes. I have read a few X-Men comics and Spiderman, and even some comics from DC, but never the Avengers. Please forgive me. I’m going by what I know from the movie, as well as playing with the characters’ traits a bit. I’m sorry if I offended any Marvel fan out there.
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