Black Widow

DROPPING HER BAGS ON THE FLOOR, SHE LOOKED AROUND THE GOTHIC TOWNHOUSE. Sirius stood by her side, an awkward smile on his face. "So... What do you think? I've been trying to restore this place for years, but that bastard of an elf -- Kreacher -- keeps finding ways to put it back to normal. Thankfully, I was able to get my lovely mother off the wall." He smirked, pointing to the big painting that just said, 'WALBURGA, EAT SHIT!'

Chuckling at the painting, she turned to Sirius with a small smile on her face. "It's perfect, Sirius." She softly told the man, whose tension seemed to all go away after she said that. He smiled widely, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Oh, that's good, kiddo," He ruffled her red hair, before gesturing to the rest of the house. "C'mon, I'll give you a tour. Kreacher can take your bags to your room," Taking in a deep breath, he shouted, "KREACHER! COME TAKE NATASHA'S BAGS TO HER ROOM, NOW!"

Hearing a popping noise behind her, she turned around quickly to see a rather old, and grumpy-looking elf holding her bags. "Fine," The elf spat in distaste, giving Natasha and Sirius a nasty glare, "Kreacher will take the Half-Blood Bastards' bags upstairs." Before Sirius could shout at the old elf, he disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Rosie." Sirius apologized, a bittersweet smile on his face, "Kreacher's never been the biggest fan of me. Ever since I became Head of the House, he's been really bitter about it. Just ignore him, sweetheart. He's not anything more than a bitter, grumpy old elf."

Nodding, she crossed her arms. "It's alright, Sirius. Thank you for explaining, though. Now, shall we?" She gestured to the hallway Sirius was going to lead her to. "And after the tour, I'll make my friend Clint's famous PB and J sandwich." She winked and began walking away from the older man, who cheered at the mention of food.

"As many of you know, there has been another contestant to be selected to compete in the Triwizard Tournament; Rosa Potter. After many years of searching, we have finally found her," The great hall erupted in cheers as the doors to the great hall were pushed open. "However, she goes by a different name. Her name is Natasha Romanoff, and that's the only name she wants you to refer to her as."

Natasha walked down the great hall, smirking at the students around her.

"Oh, my Gods... it's really her."

"I think... I think I'm into women now."

"I love her hair, I should totally ask her what shampoo and conditioner she uses."

"Forge, I think Mom had another child and didn't tell us, yeah?"

She chuckled quietly at the last comment she heard and lifted herself onto the stool.

"Natasha has agreed to compete in the Tournament if she could make a few requests due to her being illegally placed into it. While yes, she will be sorted and go to classes with you all, she will only be here for classes and for the days the tournament will happen. Now, I do believe it is time we sort Young Natasha, yes?"

Practically the entire great hall yelled in agreement, except for the green-house, who seemed to be staring at her in disdain. Feeling a hat being placed upon her head, she closed her eyes and waited for her sorting.

"Aww, so you've finally decided to show up... and with a plus one? My, my... this is quite exciting, is it not?" The hat mused inside her head. "Where to put you? You do share a few traits with your parents, such as Lily's fierce personality and James' bravery. But wait..."

What? She asked the hat, who seemed to be humming inside her head. Hell, she even felt Tom perk up with interest for the first time in days. Are you gonna keep humming, or give me a house?

"No need to be so sassy!" The hat exclaimed. Natasha rolled her eyes but allowed the hat to continue making his decision. "Like I said. You share bravery with your father, James, but like to use it in a different way. While yes, you do go out in the field and help people, you don't like going in without a plan. It makes you irritated, yes?"

Pursing her lips, she nodded slightly, feeling the hat's smug nature in its tone.

"Figured as much." The hat chuckled. She figured if he was a human, he would have a cocky smirk on his face. "You have many ambitions, and you're very cunning. You're also very loyal to people you trust, like a Hufflepuff. You also have an interest in knowing everything about a subject, so if need be -- you can use it to your advantage. My, my, Natasha... it seems like you would fit in all the houses but... If I were to put you in Hufflepuff, you'd probably get annoyed with them checking in on you all the time, and wanting to know everything about you."

Tapping her foot on the ground, she waited for the hat to continue his decision-making.

"If I were to put you in Gryffindor, you would lose your mind. They're quite loud and are not good at keeping secrets. They also like to make fights public, and start fights with other houses. If I were to put you in Ravenclaw, you might like the quiet, but you would hate their stuck-up attitudes, and pretending that they know everything. Well, it better be..."

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted, the great hall quiet. They were all shocked. The first Potter in decades was sorted in a different house other than Gryffindor? Merlin, pigs growing wings and flying would have been more predictable than a Potter being sorted into the House of the Snakes. Natasha took off the hat, and looked down, to see her tie turning into the houses' color.

Locking eyes with a blonde girl, said girl started clapping, and soon enough -- the entire house was clapping politely. Smiling, she stood up and started walking over to the table, sitting down to the blonde girl who started the clapping. Holding out her hand, she raised her head high. "Daphne Greengrass. Welcome to Slytherin, Romanoff. We're glad to have you here." Daphne seemed to be sizing the red-haired girl up, before seeming satisfied. "It's a great honor to have a member of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter in our house. Make us proud."

Smirking, she grabbed Daphne's hand and shook it curtly. "Oh, I will." Letting go of her hand, she pushed her short hair out of her face and turned towards the eyes that were watching her. Locking eyes with a dark-haired man, she raised an eyebrow and gave him a salute.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

Turning towards Daphne, she gestured to the man. "Who's he?" She asked, curious about the man. What made him look like he was in so much pain. In her head, she felt Tom's interest peek once more. What is it, Tom? Do you know the man? She asked the man, who seemed to be humming. Just as he was about to answer, Daphne did it for him.

"That's Professor Snape. He's the head of our house and is the Potions master in the school. He's rather mean to other houses, but he always makes sure that we're okay. Sticks up for us when the teachers are being unfair." the blonde-haired girl explained, picking up a finger sandwich and offering the other one to Natasha. "Sandwich?"

Taking it with a grateful smile, she took a small bite out of it and nearly moaned at the taste. Who the hell made this? It's almost as good as Clint's peanut butter sandwich! "Anything else I need to know about him?" She questioned, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger.

"Besides the fact that he looks like he hasn't taken a shower in weeks -- no. However, it's the Headmaster I'd watch out for. He doesn't quite like Slytherins. However, since you're the Girl-Who-Lived, I'm pretty sure you might be excluded. If not, well... Your Godfather's Sirius Black. Anyone who messes with the Black family has a death threat looming over their heads."

Glancing towards the greasy-haired man once more, she tilted her head to the side.

Who was Severus Snape, and why did he look so in pain when he saw Natasha?

Walking down the halls of Hogwarts, she adjusted her bag of books on her shoulder. Feeling someone drag her into a random hall, she immediately began to fight back. Pushing her elbow into the attacker's chest, she jabbed them hard before using her bag of books and knocking them over the head, and kicking them onto their knees.

The attacker groaned, laying on the floor in a pile of limbs. Picking up her bag, she stared at the girl with pursed lips. She seemed similar in a way, but she couldn't quite place way. "What do you want?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. The girl looked up, pushing her large amount of curls out her face and locking eyes with Natasha. The redhead gasped, staring at the girl in shock.

"Hermione?" She questioned. Hermione nodded, a glare on her face. God, this was awkward. Going to the same school with the girl whose parents you assassinated.

"It's you." The tall girl gritted out, standing up slowly with whimpers of pain coming out of her mouth. "Seems you've only gotten better at fighting, huh?" She snarled, spitting out a piece of hair that got caught in her mouth. "So the girl who killed my birth parents is actually Rosa Potter?"

"Well, it's not like I had a choice." Natasha retorted. "Hermione, I don't do that anymore. I got out of that life a long time ago, and I promise you, I won't hurt you nor your friends as long as you don't try to hurt me." She explained gently to the girl, who simply narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Hermione tilted her head to the side, trying to decide whether or not she should trust the girl. Natasha sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hermione," She started, "I did what I had to do to survive. Hermione, your birth parents were horrible people. And... If I hadn't let you go, you would've been the same as me; a killer. So be glad I didn't do it." Turning around, she went to walk away, only to feel a hand gently touch her shoulder.

"Romanoff..." Hermione trailed off, her voice sincere, "Thank you for letting me walk free. I guess because of you, I have a family that I'm proud to call my own."

Feeling a small smile starting to twitch on her face, she nodded and walked away from the tall girl.

She may have done horrible things when she was younger but... she's glad that at least one of her mistakes let Hermione have a family.

Natasha grunted, quickly ducking her way out of the punch Clint was sending her way. Rolling away from his swinging legs, she jumped up on his shoulders and used her body weight to send the two of them falling towards the fall. Panting slightly, she grinned and stood off of him and held out a hand for the archer to take. "I win." She smugly stated, only for her words to come back to bite her as Clint pulled her down and started tickling her.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked, continuing his tickling attack. "It seems the great Natasha Romanoff isn't quite immune to all things... such as tickles." She gasped, trying to get air into her lungs. She felt Tom's emotions, and he didn't seem to be quite amused by Clint's attack.

"Why do you let him do this?" Tom asked the red-head girl, who was still trying to get away from Clint's attack. "You know I find it annoying."

Finally getting away from Clint, she took in a few deep breaths and gave Clint a wide smile. She doesn't know why Tom doesn't like Clint! He's amazing! He's fun, and loving, and tries to make her feel comfortable. He even opened his home to her! He's her friend, and even though Tom is also her friend, she's not gonna stop being friends with Clint because he didn't like him.

"I'm gonna get you back one day." Her accent was still slightly there. She was trying to get rid of it but sometimes... it just comes back. "You sleep with one eye open, Clint." He playfully gasped, a hand on his heart in fake offense.

"Natasha!" He exclaimed, a look of fake hurt on his face. "I thought we were friends!?"

Rolling her green eyes, she shook her head with a small smile on her face. Walking over to her water bottle, she quickly popped it open and took a big gulp. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. At least I don't sleep in an air vent." She retorted, pulling her long hair out of its ponytail and shaking her hair up, trying to get the bump out of her hair that always appeared after having it in a ponytail for so long.  "You know, it's really creepy when I wake up at 3 am and see your eyes through the vent."

He scoffed, pushing her lightly. "Oh, come on! You know I just like to check on you! I just like to make sure you're sleeping peacefully and not having a nightmare." He ruffled her hair, giving her a smile. She felt her heart opening even more for him.

Who granted her permission to allow her to have such a nice friend?

Wincing slightly at Tom's anger, Clint gave her a concerned look. "You okay?" He asked, adjusting his hearing aids. Nodding, she gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, just a headache. I'm gonna go take a shower. Meet you for dinner?"

He still looked concerned but nodded and ruffled her hair again. "Yeah. Pizza alright, kid?"

"Yes!"

Blinking open her eyes, she yawned and sat up, stretching her back. Seeing something move from the corner of her eye, she became more alert. Grabbing her gun from her dresser, she got out of her bed slowly and searched the room for the noise.

Hearing movement behind her, she turned around, quickly turning the safety off, only to sigh in relief to see it was only Sirius. "Do you sleep with the gun glued onto your hand or what?" Sirius asked, staring at the gun in shock. Shaking her head, she put the safety back on and put it back into its place. "I was just gonna give you some breakfast. Moony made pancakes." He shook the plate, a smirk on his face. "You're gonna wanna try these."

Taking the plate with a smile on her face, she picked up the fork and stabbed a small piece of the pancake onto it. Humming, she gave Sirius a thumbs' up.

"Come on, kid. Eat those pancakes and then I gotta take you to school."

Feeling a smile form on her face, she felt herself truly begin to feel happy. If only she knew, it was only gonna get worse from then on.