Lost and Found
Training with the Avengers began the day after Alexis had returned. She gave the whole team, including Fury, a demonstration of what she could do. It made sense for the others to be impressed since she used Thor in her demonstration. They saw that she could beat him. The others couldn't resist, so in the days that followed, Alexis sparred with Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Wanda. She also trained with Clint and Peter and practiced hand-to-hand combat with Loki, assisted by Steve and Bucky. They simulated situations, assessing how she would react and what choices she would make. She passed with flying colors, making Fury a very happy man.
Tony, in turn, provided some sort of medallion for every Avenger, which if worn by a Muggle (like the Avengers were) would ward off most spells. It would not stop an Unforgivable, but would rather work as a shield, to stop hexes, jinxes, and curses. He had teamed up with Alexis and Wanda to make the medallions. He'd even had his suit adapted to it, and Steve's shield had been upgraded, as had Bucky's arm. Peter’s Spiderman suit had new protections in it, Vision didn’t need anything, because he could make himself transparent.
On the sixth day, Alexis had to put her training into practice, when a report came that the Avengers were needed in Paris. An apparition that was not from Earth had been observed above the Eiffel Tower. It turned out to be a threat and the Avengers flew a Quinjet to Paris. Both Tony and Loki agreed for once and would have preferred Alexis not to go with them. Loki because he didn’t want her in danger, even though she could fight, and Thor only agreed to please Loki. Arse. Alexis simply looked at her lover and his brother, before casting a spell powerful enough to bring both Gods to their knees. ‘Still objecting?’ she asked bluntly, before turning on her heel and walking into the airplane.
Alexis was different now. With all the training and techniques she had learned, as well as her magic, which was now completely under control, she was more confident than ever. Gone was the girl who had run from her past. Let them come.
She was an adult, she was an Heiress, to House Potter and when she was in Asgard, she and Loki had agreed she should fulfill her birthright and face her past. If she had to, she would fight Voldemort. True, she had no knowledge of the current situation in Britain, because she choose not to know, but that would change.
After arriving in France the Avengers had to fight a sort of slimy, insect-like alien. On top of the Eiffel Tower sat a huge beast, with feelers and wings, dropping gunk everywhere, that seemed to direct smaller aliens. ‘They look like bees!’ Tony noted during the fight. The smaller aliens seemed to be getting instructions from the bigger beast, so the natural choice was that they should focus on that. In a combined attack, Thor sent lightning to the beast, Loki threw daggers at the wings, and Wanda, Tony and Vision pelted the beast from the air.
‘Aresto Momentum!’ Alexis slowed the beast with this spell so Tony could shoot a bomb at it. This didn't work and after the spell diminished, the beast spread its wings and crawled down to the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. ‘Bombarda Maxima!’ A part of its right-wing suffered a blow. Thor again used Mjolnir to call upon lightning and this time they were more successful. The beast caught fire and because of that, the smaller aliens seemed to die as well.
With a thunderous roar, the beast fell down and landed on the street. There was debris and slime everywhere. Its wings lay broken around the beast, which was still smoldering. With a cleaning spell, Alexis provided clean clothes for herself and others in need, and she healed Steve's minor head injury. The mission was a success and the Avengers went home.
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I’ll be damned!’ Tom looked up from his breakfast and looked at Hermione, who was sitting opposite him reading the newspaper. ‘Anything you want to share love?’
‘Did you hear about the alien invasion in New York, about 3 years ago?’ Tom nodded. It had caused quite an uproar, for MACUSA, that aliens were real and that some Muggles had abilities to fight them off. ‘Wasn’t there a man that turned into a green giant?’ Hermione nodded enthusiastically.
‘They, the people who fought in New York, are called the Avengers and they were in Paris yesterday. It’s apparently all over the news. I knew I should have convinced you to get a television.’ Tom frowned. He'd made quite a few compromises with Hermione, like electric lights and sockets, but a television was something so Mugglish, that's where he drew the line. Hermione saw the look Tom drew and sighed, she didn't feel like another discussion. ‘Let's go to my parents, they have a television and then we can see it?’
Tom had nothing against his in-laws. They were Muggles, but they accepted their daughter as she was, didn't act like wild beasts, and, despite knowing who he was and what he'd done, had always been kind to him. He just couldn't see why he had to come along to watch a moving picture screen so he could see the Avengers. Hermione knew Tom well enough to know he wouldn't want to come, so she threw her biggest weapon into the fray. Knowledge.
‘Wouldn't it be nice if we knew what they could do? That we may also have people here in England who have special gifts, but no magic?’ Tom gave her a look that made it clear he saw what she was doing. He smiled a little darkly, got up and stood in front of her. Hermione rose too, unimpressed by his display of dominance and cocked her head to the side. ‘They call those people Enhanced.’ She raised her eyebrow and placed her hands on his chest. ‘You know I only allow you to dominate me in the bedroom huh love?’
Hearing this caused a flash of red eyes in Tom. He had trouble giving up control. That's why he and Hermione had long ago agreed that they were equals, except in the bedroom. When Tom found out that Hermione didn't mind relinquishing control in the bedroom, their relationship had improved. He enjoyed being in power, knowing that Hermione trusted him.
‘Please come with me?’ Hermione looked at him with her big brown eyes and ran her hands down, over his stomach, over his belt, until she was where she wanted to be. She squeezed his dick through his pants making Tom almost growl at her. ‘When we get home tonight, I'll make you pay for this, young lady,’ he threatened. Hermione leaned towards him, stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, ‘Is that a promise...my Lord?’
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After arriving at Hermione’s parents’ house, Hermione flipped on the television, turning the channel to BBC. This network showed the Eiffel Tower and all sorts of people in strange outfits fighting what appeared to be aliens on the Eifel Tower. Tom saw a man in a red cape, a woman dressed in red who showed a stunning piece of magic with her hands. He saw a man with long blond hair and a hammer that seemed to use lightning and an enormous green man. A boy flew through the photo who seemed to shoot something from his wrists. It looked like he was wearing some kind of onesie. He also saw a man in a kind of metal suit and a man who held a shield and regularly threw it to take out aliens.
‘Ow my God, Tom…is that? That’s her, it’s Alexis!’ Hermione squeezed his hand. She leaned closer to the screen and Tom did the same.
And then he saw her…Alexis Potter, fighting next to a man wearing a helmet with horns on it. It was obvious to her. The bright green eyes, the black hair, the fact that she wielded a wand. And how. It was clear she was in complete control of her magic. Confident, powerful.
Tom looked over to Hermione. She looked back in amazement. There was still such a thing as the Statue of Secrecy. Muggles still weren’t supposed to know about witches and wizards. But Alexis wasn't the only one in the photo who showed magic. Tom looked again at the woman in red. That was magic, he was sure of it. Was she a witch? Tom had seen much on his travels and practiced much magic, but what he saw was beyond his imagination. ‘Is she an Enhanced?’ he asked.
‘Must be. I never saw anything like this.’
Hermione was baffled and wanted to investigate immediately. ‘I will ask around. There must be cases like that documented. I will call the MACUSA liaison. She should be able to tell me more.’ She stood from the sofa and stood by the fireplace. She looked back at Tom. ‘Are you coming with me?’
He shook his head. ‘No, I will go to Hogwarts. I was meaning to see Severus today anyway. I should tell him this.’ Hermione nodded and picked up some Floo powder. She threw it into the hearth, turning the flames green. She turned to Tom, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 'See you tonight.'
After she had vanished in the flames, Tom Apparated to Diagon Alley. He needed something and had to go into Muggle London to get it. Grinning inwardly after finding what he needed, he walked back to the Leaky Cauldron and Apparated to Hogsmeade. He then walked over to Hogwarts. That little witch of his would regret manipulating him like that. He got hard thinking about what he was going to do to her. Damn it...get your head out of the gutter! He spoke to himself. He was a former Dark Lord, not a schoolboy in love. But still...
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Hermione spent the entire day researching, talking to colleagues, making Floo Calls and even went into Muggle London to make use of an Internet café. She was amazed at what she found. This could change so much…reports and eyewitnesses stated that Enhanced were everywhere. She soaked up everything she could find like a sponge and couldn’t wait to tell Tom.
Tom…who in all probability hadn't forgotten that she'd been blatantly manipulating him. Her abdomen contracted. When she came home tonight...she suddenly got very warm and went to the toilet to throw some cold water on her face. She trusted Tom completely and he had never gone too far. She had been with him for years now and there was mutual trust. She trusted him to never do something that would actually hurt or mark her, he trusted her to use her safewords. He was absolutely dominant in bed and she was…unlikely as it was, submissive to him. She loved it when he took charge. She also knew very well that he needed it. Tom had changed, that was certain, but part of him would always crave power and control. She pulled herself together and walked back to her office. When it was five o'clock, she used the Floo to go home. She was tense because she didn't know what to expect. She walked out of the Floo and saw Tom standing by the table. Her eyes widened when she saw what he had in his hands.
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After Tom arrived at Hogwarts, it wasn't long before he found and notified Severus. The men had discussed the options and the idea was born to go to New York. Things had to be explained to Alexis. If Dumbledore found her first, maybe she would believe his lies and that would cause problems. There were no concrete plans yet, but Severus was glad that Potter had been found. That she was still alive. He discussed with Tom the possibilities of other Enhanced people, what that would mean for their communities, and the rules for dealing with Muggles.
After Tom asked Severus to brief Draco, he went home. He still had half an hour before his witch came home and had to make some preparations. When he got home and had everything ready, he went to wait in the living room. At five minutes past five, the fire was blaring and Hermione stepped into the room. He stared straight at her and saw her eyes widen at the sight.
Shit, why had she challenged him? Why was he so damn sexy? Tom stood beside the table, in an immaculate suit. A suit normally worn by Muggles. Pants, a white shirt, jacket and a tie. She swallowed at the sight. In his left hand, he had a riding crop, which he lowered calmly on the palm of his right hand, in a rhythmic fashion.
She swallowed again and bit her lower lip. 'Bedroom. Now.' He spoke with a low and demanding voice, causing Hermione to shiver.
She turned around and walked up the stairs. There was no point in arguing with him now and her stomach was doing flip-flops. He had never used a riding crop before. When she got to the bedroom, she stopped by the bed. She felt Tom come up behind her and his breath tickled her neck. She leaned into him and he gave her a small squeeze on her shoulder. ‘Undress and get on your knees by the bed.’ She quickly did as he said and knelt in front of the bed. Tom walked around her, but she only saw his shoes. One of the rules…don’t look him in the eyes, unless he told her to.
Hermione felt Tom caress her hair. With one hand he opened his zipper, with the other he brought her closer. She knew what he wanted, so she opened her mouth and Tom pushed his cock in. He grabbed her hair with both hands and took the lead. He fucked her in her mouth at a punishing pace, causing her to gag and before long tears were streaming down her face. Looking for signs of distress Tom enjoyed seeing his witch on her knees before him.
He took his cock out of her mouth so she could catch her breath. She coughed and gagged. He pulled her up by her arms and turned her around so he could lay her on the bed. He looked at her face, mascara smeared, tears and snot mixed together. She was so beautiful, even like this. He wiped away her tears with his thumb. ‘We're not done yet, little witch. Safeword?’ he asked.
She took a moment to reply before she said 'Green.’
She was okay. ‘Turn around,’ he ordered. Hermione did as she was told. ‘Arms up.’ He handcuffed her to the bed. Facing the sheets and not Tom, Hermione couldn’t see what he did behind her, but she could hear rustling, so she assumed he undressed.
‘Remember this morning, when you used your wit and your gorgeous body to use me to do your bidding? When you manipulated me?’ he growled at her. Hermione swallowed before answering.
‘Yes, My Lord.’
When the riding crop landed on her buttocks, she let out a scream of pain. Note to self…do not manipulate former Dark Lords!