Chapter 1
Huffing as the basilisks poison made its way through his system, the boy who lived bleakly glanced at Hawks who shrilled in panic. The bird had successfully dropped his tears on the boys deadly wound, but it seemed that the affect was to slow for the birds liking. And so, in flurry of heightened emotions, the bird glowed a blindly light.
Harry Potter was gone.
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Harry groaned, blinking furiously, hearing footsteps slowly approaching him. At least he thinks they were.
The pain in his body subsided, feeling his magic trying to heal him. Turning his body onto his back, he looked up, seeing 5 guns held near his face.
"U-um."
"And who are you?" A male voice rang out, suspicion deep in his tone. Twisting around, he saw it was a man with an eyepatch that addressed him.
Unsure whether the man was a threat or not, he kept his mouth shut.
"My," another voice echoed in the room. Harry noticed his accent, wondering if he was in deep trouble with the muggle ministry. Hopefully not. "What an interesting little creature you are. I haven't seen-no felt a seiôr in centuries. I am Loki of Asgard, and you child? What is the name you were gifted upon?"
Seiôr? Glancing at the one who spoke, he immediately thought he was staring at an older version of himself. Same vibrant green eyes, same black hair. As their eyes connected, he shivered. In awe or fear, he didn't know. The man was leaking out waves of magical energy, how he didn't noticed before was beyond him.
"Sir." A man in black held up a tablet to the others face, "This place is about to collapse. The energy from tesseract is unstable, I suggest we move now."
The soldiers (?) who held guns to his face turned to face Loki, aiming at him instead. Taking his chance, he scrambled away from the obvious threat, throwing his arms up as he heard the sound of bullets shoot towards him.
His magic jumped, wrapping protectively around. It seemed as though the magic coming off Loki was powering his own.
Frowning, he turned to the only one he thought he could trust. This Loki man didn't seem to bad, and he was the only other person with magic. If he was stuck in a room with unknown people, he'd definitely choose someone like him. Plus, he didn't know if these muggles were trust worthy.
A child mind helped him supplement the fact that familiar must mean safe, unless you included his aunt, uncle, and cousin.
Shyly but hurriedly, he ran to the man..who seemed oddly pleased by that. Loki patted his head hesitantly and grabbed his hand leading him quickly out of the collapsing basement.
"W-where are we going sir?" he asked, running to catch up to Loki who had just let go of his hand.
"Out." Loki answered. "C'mon, hurry little one."
They hopped into the car as two others joined. The car looked a bit new to Harry. Perhaps it was a new model? If it was, his uncle would surely buy it when it went out in the telly.
Fury, he learned hearing from a passerby, chased after them, ordering a female solider this time to go after them. The woman and the guy in the drivers seat shot at each, trying take out one another.
Twitching, he gripped the edge of the car, nausea filling his stomach. The woman rammed her car into the back of theirs. Seeing an opportunity, she grabbed the boys leg, pulling harshly. It didn't matter he was hurt, the boy was an asset to them.
Loki glared at the woman and tried cut the womans hand off. Unfortunately for him, a large bump in the road dislodged his hand and he lost the boy to the woman.
Harry let out a yelp as his ankle did a painful twist. A gun was pointed to his head as he was finally in the enemies car.
"Move and I shoot," she addressed both of them. To prove her point, she pushed the barrel a little harder into his temple.
Heart beating rapidly, Harry nervously glanced at Loki.
Scowling, Loki let out a breath, "I'll get you back, you're to valuable to lose, I promise."
The car in front sped up as debris fell around them.
Harry felt a little warmth seep into his lonely heart, despite being referred to as an object. This was the first time someone promised him anything, and he knew promises were important, never to be broken.
Driving forward, the woman still had the gun pressed to his head, still focusing on the road. They made it outside where the woman tried to capture Loki, but was unsuccessful.
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2 days later:
Sitting unhappily in an interrogation room, Agent Coulson questioned him ruthlessly.
"Name?"
"..Harry, Harry Potter."
"Age?"
"12 years old."
"Birthday?"
"July 31, 1980."
Coulson paused, taking a quick look towards the window where the other 'superheros' resided. Harry had discreetly eavesdropped on a few agents on his way towards the interrogation room, where he heard about this so called 'Avengers' group which was a superhero group of some sort. He almost snorted in disbelief. There was no such thing as superheros, if there were, they would've save him from his uncles and maybe his parents would still be alive.
"Do you have any knowledge of Loki?"
Harry frowned, "No, I only know about him through legends and mythology."
Coulson sighed, "And why did you choose to go with Loki? You could've gone with our agents and you wouldn't even be here."
They both knew that was a lie. As much as Harry was childish, he was just as intelligent and wouldn't let a man manipulate him, nor fall for his pointless lies.
Knowing he also couldn't mention anything about his magic, since *cough* the ministry would expel him from school if he did..especially to a muggle of all people. Hey, he was in enough trouble as it was.
Blinking, he deftly answered, "Well, there were people who looked like they wanted to hurt me, and the other man-Loki-didn't seem like he wanted to, so I went to him."
"And..you have no relations to him?"
"No, despite our clear similarities, we aren't related."
"..Odd question, but do you like sweets?"
Harry perked up, eyes shining, "Yes! Do you have any?"
This confirmed his observation. Throughout the entire interview, Coulson noticed the child in front of him switched from serious, to childish and back in a mere instant. He couldn't tell which response he'd get next. Was it BPD? Or was it simply a boy who had great control of his emotions and reactions, choosing to pick which he preferred at the moment?
If it was either, then it would be quite dangerous. Not knowing which 'part' of the child was present, he didn't know how to take action against him. To bribe him with sweets, or lodge a bullet through the kids head.
Filing it away for later, he resumed the interrogation that lasted about 3 hours.