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An Eagle in Winterfell Chapter 3

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The news that Grayce would be staying at Winterfell which Lady Catelyn had so easily spilled, took over the young girl’s mind. She had grown to love the comforts of the reach and the friendliness of the Tyrell women, she had never thought she would need to learn how to live any other way. She always assumed her father would marry her off to one of the Tyrell boys, but now she had a feeling a Northerner would end up with her hand.

“Grayce,” Jaremy whispered trying to shake his sister out of her trance. “Grayce, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Grayce rushed out a little too quickly.

“Because you’ve been staring into your rabbit stew for the past fifteen minutes,” the Mallister bastard responded.

Grayce gave him a pointed look before shoveling her stew into her mouth.

“You know the rabbit is dead, right? It won’t jump out of your bowl,” Robb’s voice spoke right next to her ear.

“I know that,” she spoke as she tried to subtly wipe any food from her face.

Robb sat down next to her, “I see your parents have already left.”

Grayce slowly stirred the vegetables in her stew, “They have, I believe it was while you were off galivanting with your friend.”

“You aren’t too fond of Theon, are you?” the young wolf smiled as he bit into a piece of bread.

“That’s a damned understatement,” Jaremy answered for her.

Before Grayce could defend herself, a shrill screech resounded throughout the hall. “Arya!”

The three acquaintances looked up to see Sansa with her food spilled on her lap and Arya laughing as she stood across from her sister.

Robb sighed before yelling, “Jon, we need your help!”

In an instant, the Stark bastard made his way into the hall and zoning in on his youngest sister. He stalked over to her, took her arm and walked her out. Only letting a small smile break across his face when he looked over to Robb.

“Would you like to go to the woods with us later?” Robb asked as Jon and Arya left.

“Who is us?” Grayce asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Me, Jon, and Theon,” Robb mumbled, the last night, looking away from her.

“My sister would love to, I however need to start packing my things,” Jaremy smiled.

“What do you mean you need to start packing your things?” Grayce asked, staring at her brother incredulously.

Jaremy sighed, “Father and your mother want to send me somewhere down south.”

“Why?” Grayce asked.

“Rivers flow everywhere dear sister,” Jaremy ruffled her hair before leaving. “I must be like a river.”

“Would you rather help your brother?” Robb said almost begrudgingly.

She looked to where her brother had just left. “I would say yes, but he wants me with you.”

“Excellent!” Robb’s grin seemed to stretch from ear to ear.

“And you did say Jon would be with us, correct?” Grayce asked.

Robb’s smile faltered. “Yes, as well as Theon. But if you don’t want them to come along-“

Grayce held her hand up to stop him, “Nonsense. The more the merrier, even if that sea monster will be joining. Let me grab my cloak.”

With that the young eagle left the young wolf to himself, oblivious to the small simmering jealousy that radiated off of the eldest Stark.

“What’s wrong with you, Stark?” Theon slumped down next to him.

“If you had to choose, would you go for a highborn or a bastard?”

Theon laughed, “The bastard, don’t have to worry about honor with them.”

Robb slammed his hand on the table making his bowl of stew tip, “I knew it!”

Theon jumped up, “Seven hells, Stark! What’s wrong?”

Robb stood up, “Nothing. We’re going into the woods today, get four horses ready.”

“Are we hunting?” Theon asked as he stood up.

“No, I want to show Lady Grayce more of the North.”

Theon groaned, “Why are you going out of your way for the Mallister bitch?”

Robb grabbed Theon around the neck, “Don’t ever say that about her. She is my family’s guest, don’t forget you are just our ward. She may very well be our other ward. Treat her as your equal, do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” Theon growled out pushing Robb away.

With a huff Robb left Theon in the great hall, where the young Greyjoy thought of ways he could kill both the heir to Winterfell and the bitch of Seagard.

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An Eagle in Winterfell

Grayce Mallister, the eldest daughter of Jeffory and Kyra Mallister, is sent to Winterfell to learn the ways of the North after learning all she could in the Reach. Surrounded by Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Theon Greyjoy, Grayce must navigate not only Northern ways but she must navigate the Northern boys that have made their way into her life.

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Grayce did not sleep that night. She was too worried about Jaremy. He wretched out everything in his body throughout the night, Grayce was sitting next to him, making sure he was on his side the entire time.

As the sun began to rise, Grayce pulled a curtain back, letting sunlight wake her brother.

“Grayce,” Jaremy groaned. “What are you doing?”

“It’s time to get up,” she announced laying clothes out for him.

“What’s that smell?” he asked as he sat up.

“Your escapades from last night,” she responded as she made her way to the door. “Hurry up, dawn is nearly over. I’ll send someone to clean up your mess.”

As she left she ran into Robb.

“Grayce,” he smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

She smiled, “As well as I could.”

“Is it too cold for you?” he asked. “Would you like me to send more furs to your room?”

Grayce laughed, “That isn’t necessary, I just always had trouble being away from home. When I lived with the Tyrells it took me nearly a moon-turn to sleep soundlessly.”

“I hope it won’t take you that long to get used to being here,” Robb laughed along with her.

She cocked her head, “I don’t think we will be here that long.”

“No one told you?” Robb stopped walking.

“Told me what?”

“Robb!” Theon yelled as he made his way to the young lord. “Your father wants you.”

“If you’ll excuse me, my lady,” Robb bowed before making his way to Theon.

“An eagle out of her perch,” Theon commented as she walked by him.

Without giving him a second glance she responded, “An eagle that will claw your heart out.”

Instead of going into the hall, Grayce went through the kitchen taking a piece of bread before going outside. She made her way to the stables knowing her friend would be there.

“Lord Snow,” Grayce smiled as the black-haired boy was feeding the horses.

“Lady Grayce,” he responded not turning to her.

“Do you know something that I don’t?” she asked.

He stopped what he was doing to look at her. “What do you mean?”

Grayce made her way to a hay stack and sat down. “Your brother seems to know something about me. Do you know what he knows?”

“Why are you speaking in riddles?” he mumbled as he went back to his work.

Grayce sighed and walked toward him, “So you don’t know anything?” he didn’t respond. She ran a hand through his hair. “You should cut your hair.”

Grayce left the boy to his own doings as she made her back inside the castle.

“Grayce,” Lady Catelyn smiled as she found the young girl near the great hall. “I hope everything is going well for you.”

“It is, my lady,” Grayce curtsied.

“I’m glad,” she took the young girl’s arm. “Why don’t we go see to my daughters?”

“I would happy to, my lady,” Grayce smiled as she and Lady Catelyn began their way to Sansa and Arya.

“I hope you and Robb are getting along well,” Catelyn said in a hushed tone.

“He is very civil,” the young girl arrived.

“Grayce, do you know what house I come from?”

“House Tully, of course.”

“And our words?”

Grayce looked at the lady, her blue eyes held a sadness in them. “Family, duty, honor.”

“Exactly,” Catelyn sighed. “And it was my duty to marry Ned for my family. And I’ve grown to love him, as you will with your husband someday.”

“M-my lady,” Grayce steps stuttered as did her words, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“Soon, your father will marry you off to a noble lord and I assume that’s why your parents decided for you to live with us for the time being,” Catelyn said. “You have Tully blood in you, because of your grandmother, now it is time to embrace it.”

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Jessica Jones is a halfblood wizard who must navigate Hogwarts with her new classmates as the looming threat of Hydra may break Jessica from her new life and safety.

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There had always been something utterly unsettling about the people of the North. It may have been the way the people always seemed to be hidden under the furs of slain creatures, or their gods who seemed to bleed from trees, or maybe in the simplest terms, it was the weather. The howling winds whispering terror into the ears of any who dared to listen, chilling anyone so deep into their bones, even their furs couldn’t keep a shiver from running down their spines.

“Grayce, dear,” Kyra Mallister sighed, taking her daughter out of her day dreaming. “What troubles you?”

“Nothing, Mother,” Grayce responded, sitting up straighter hoping that it gave her an air of confidence.

“You have nothing to worry about, Grayce, Winterfell is quite beautiful,” Kyra reassured her daughter. “Do you remember the last time you were here?”

Grayce nodded her head, “Robb Stark chased me up a tree like a dog,” she mumbled.

“Do not mumble,” her mother narrowed her eyes, “And he is a wolf, it is to be expected; just as you are an eagle, never forget that.”

“I won’t,” she promised.

“Good, Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn want to have a feast in our honor, to welcome us into their home.”

Grayce nodded, walking away from the edge of the godswood, their faces taunting her with every step she took. As she made my way into the castle, she ran into the Lord’s bastard, Jon Snow.

“Lady Grayce,” he mumbled.

“Hello, Jon,” Grayce smiled.

“Are you enjoying Winterfell?” he asked, not daring to look into her eyes.

“I thought I would see more snow,” Grayce breathed out, watching his face perk up.

“I thought you hated snow,” he smiled slyly.

Grayce shrugged, “There is an exception for everything.”

“Grayce!” the sound of Jaremy Rivers thundered across the hall, “Father would like me to escort you to the feast.”

Grayce turned to tell Jon goodbye, but he had seemed to disappear before she could. Instead she faced her brother, his blue eyes twinkling along with the candles.

She raised her arm for Jaremy to take, “Lead the way Lord Rivers,”

He laughed, “I appreciate the title, but I’d prefer Ser Jaremy.”

“As you wish,” she smiled as they made their way into the great hall.

As soon as they stepped in, the music kept playing but almost all conversation stopped. Lord Eddard looked at the pair with a somewhat melancholy look, while Lady Catelyn looked upon the two with some form of trepidation.

“My children,” Lord Jeffory Mallister cried, lifting his cup of wine to the young Maillister girl and his bastard.

Grayce let a smile ghost across her face as she gave a small curtsy while Jaremy bowed his head. Jaremy then steered his sister to a table where the future Lord of Winterfell, Robb Stark, sat along with other young men, including a loud-mouthed Theon Greyjoy. Grayce tensed at the sight of the Prince of Pyke, but said nothing, she was above such childish outbursts, even if his family was as despicable as they came.

“Grayce, it’s nice to see you,” Robb smiled as she sat down.

“As it is nice to see you, my lord,” Grayce nodded, “I hope your hunt went well.”

“We saw nothing and Robb almost took my damned head off with his sword,” Theon interrupted.

Grayce nearly ripped the young kraken’s head right off, but her brother’s tight gripped stopped her. He leaned over, whispering, “You’re above this remember?”

“We’re above the rest,” Grayce muttered back. “It seems that travel is finally catching up to me, I must excuse myself.”

“But you barely ate anything Lady Grayce,” Robb said, concern knitting through his eyebrows.

“I am no lady, my lord,” Grayce smiled. “And I must admit I am hardly hungry.”

Grayce stood from the table making her way to where the Lord and Lady Stark sat along with her own parents.

“Grayce, dear,” her mother smiled. “Is something wrong?”

“Simply tired, Mother,” she smiled. “The food was lovely Lord Eddard and your son was very welcoming Lady Catelyn.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the evening,” Lady Catelyn smiled. “I hope to spend time with you tomorrow when you feel more energized.”

Grayce curtsied, “It would be my pleasure.”

“Good night, Grayce,” Jeffory Mallister laughed as Grayce placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Good night Father.”

“Grayce, make sure your brother makes his way safely to his room,” Kyra said, her version of a farewell.

“Of course, goodbye Mother.”

She went back to the table were Jaremy still sat, “It seems both of us are to make our leave.”

Jaremy looked up, his cheeks flush and his eyes glassy. “I don’t know how good of an escort I’ll be,” he burst out laughing.

“Then I’ll be yours,” she gave a tight-lipped smile as she hoisted her brother up.

“Why don’t I help you,” Robb stood up, making his way to the young eagle and her brother.

“Thank you, my lord, but I can handle him,” Grayce bowed her head before making her way out of the great hall.

Just as they made it up the stairs toward their rooms, Jaremy collapsed, snoring lightly as he laid between his sister and the stone wall.

“Oh, seven hells,” Grayce cursed as she tried lifting Jaremy.

“Need help, my lady?” Jon Snow spoke behind her.

She was about to turn down the offer just as she had his brother, but couldn’t bring herself to do so once they made eye contact. His dark curls almost obscured his eyes completely, but the small gleam was like a pool of magic swirling deep within him. Grayce stepped aside giving Jon the opportunity to hoist Jaremy up.

“Can’t hold his wine, eh?” Jon smiled as Jaremy was thrown over his shoulder and Grayce was mere inches away from his side.

“My brother cannot back down from a challenge,” Grayce mused. “I have a feeling that Greyjoy dared him to drink more than he can handle.”

“Your brother stayed at the feast?”

“Of course,” Grayce answered, “The feast was for my family, Jaremy is my brother. You weren’t there?”

“Lady Catelyn doesn’t like me being seen very much,” Jon admitted.

“I wish you were there,” Grayce blurted out. “It’s easy to hold a conversation with you.”

Instead of Jon responding to her statement he said, “I believe this is his room.”

“It is,” Grayce opened the door. “You can just set him on the bed, he’ll be fine by the morning.”

“Are you sure,” Jon asked as he laid the Mallister bastard on the bed.

“Yes, he does this every other moon it seems.”

“Very well, good night Lady Grayce,” Jon bowed.

“Good night, Lord Snow,” Grayce answered as Jon left her to tend to her brother.

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Chapter 3

Jessica sat on her emerald green covered bed, her legs crossed, staring at the stone wall in front of her. Wanda flowed around the room hanging up lights and posters of various bands to make everything “cozier and homey.” The girls’ other roommate, Darcy Lewis, slipped away once they were shown their dorm, which Jessica definitely didn’t complain about, Wanda on the hand whined for five minutes to Jessica because she didn’t have time to meet her new friend properly.

“Do you listen to Weird Sisters?” Wanda asked as she adjusted the poster that featured the aforementioned band.

“I prefer Twisted Sister,” Jessica mumbled.

“Twisted Sister?” Wanda’s accent seemed to get thicker at her confusion. “Are they new? I’ve never heard of them.”

Jessica sighed, “It’s a muggle band.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and a huge grin broke across her face, “A muggle band? I don’t think I’ve ever listened to one; my parents never really let me get interested in muggle things. I’m surprised your parents would let you listen to muggle bands with the threat of Hydra looming.”

“My parents were muggles,” Jessica said barely audible.

“Seriously? How did they take the news of you being a witch? What are they like? Do you have any siblings? Can I meet them?” she rambled on.

“My parents died before I got my letter, so did my little brother. They were actual killed by members of Hydra. When the Ministry found out they contacted Trish’s mother to see if she would take me in a month before my eleventh birthday.”

Wanda walked over and sat on Jessica’s bed, taking her in her arms. “Oh Jessica, I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to imagine how that must have felt.”

Jessica shrugged Wanda’s embrace away. “I’ve learned to live with it. It’s been almost five months now.”

Wanda sat next to her roommate, her head down and hands in her lap. Every few minutes she would fidget as if she were about to say something or try to give a comforting gesture, but she never did; Jessica was eternally grateful for that. As the minutes turned into hours of silence, a loud bang on the girls’ door resounded around their room causing both to jump a foot off of Jessica’s bed.

“I heard there are some first years in here that so desperately need to come out,” the voice of Natasha drifted through the ebony door.

Jessica sighed as her headache from the Great Hall seem to come back in full force once Natasha burst through the door with the Gryffindor boys and Steve falling behind.

“Just because you knocked does not give you the right to barge in,” Wanda frowned.

Thor laughed, “I like this one. What is your name?”

“Wanda.”

“Well, Wanda, we have something to show both of you,” Natasha said before turning around. “Oh, and Trish is coming too so hurry up.”

Jessica dragged herself off her bed before following Wanda and the others out of her room.

“Can my brother come too?” Wanda asked as they entered the Slytherin common room.

“The more the merrier!” Tony shouted as he sat on one of the chairs. “Be quick about it though, curfew’s in an hour.”

Wanda nodded and made her way to the hall where all of the boys lived. Jessica stayed behind to watch the others, curiosity taking over she practically shouted, “What are the three of you doing here?”

“We’ve come to collect you,” Thor said.

Jessica rolled her eyes, “I get that part, but I thought only Slytherins were allowed in the common room.”

“Oh that,” Tony mused. “You try telling Natasha she can’t have her friends in her room and see how that goes. Plus, I am the Anthony Stark, the son of Slytherin’s pride and joy, Howard Stark, so nobody really minds if I come here. Oh, and good old blond and muscles over here,” he gestured to Thor, “would pulverize anyone who tried telling him he can’t be somewhere he wants to be.”

Jessica nodded as she slowly came to the realization that these older kids were slightly more dangerous than she originally thought.

“We’re back,” Wanda announced as she entered the common room with a firm grip on Pietro’s arm. “Piet almost got in a fight with one of his roommates,” she rolled her eyes at that revelation, “so I think it would be best if we hurry up.”

“Loki is a mudak,” Pietro grumbled before Wanda smacked his arm.

“Your brother is making quite an impression,” Natasha remarked to Thor.

Thor sighed, “Our mother coddles him too much; it has made him averse to people I am afraid.”

“Enough about family,” Tony groaned. “Rhodey is probably already on the seventh floor waiting for us.”

“Sam said he would meet us there as well,” added Steve.

“Well nothing like being fashionably late, I suppose,” Tony quipped once they got on a flight of stairs.

“Remember what I said about the stairs?” Natasha asked the young Slytherins.

“They move every few minutes so we need spend a week studying them to know where they go and how long we have to get to them,” Wanda recited.

“Perfect,” Natasha smiled.

“So, the seventh floor,” Steve started, “Isn’t used much, but there are a few exceptions, like for certain get togethers that we have. So, how to get there, take this set of stairs,” he stomped his foot down on the marble step, “Wait till it is facing the painting of Emma Frost to get off. Then get on the staircase to the left of this one, when it’s facing the Four Horsemen painting get off and you’ll be on the seventh floor.”

“That’s a lot to remember,” Wanda exasperated as she climbed off the stairs and onto the stationary seventh floor.

“Not really,” Natasha smiled, “Just remember the paintings and you’ll be fine.”

“Where are we going anyway?” Jessica grumbled once the group started down the hall.

“You’ll see,” Natasha smiled as they approached Bruce, another Ravenclaw boy, and a dark-skinned Gryffindor stood by a bare wall.

“What took so long?” the Gryffindor shouted. “Tony catch himself in the mirror again?”

“Oh, Rhodey, you wound me,” Tony clutched his chest and buckled his knees slightly. “We got a stray that really set us back.”

“Sorry we’re late!” Clint shouted from the stairs. “We got a little lost because somebody,” he rolled his eyes to a dark-skinned boy with a toothy grin and shiny eyes, “tried smuggling their owl out of our common room rather than keep it in the owlery like a normal person.”

“Redwing gets antsy the first night here,” the boy raised his hands in defense.

“It almost attacked one of the first years, Peter,” Trish piped in.

“Sam,” Steve shook his head disapprovingly, “You need to control Redwing better.”

“Although this is a fascinating conversation,” Tony sighed dramatically, “I really want to show the new recruits our lair.”

“Alright, you guys ready?” Rhodey smiled. The first years all shook their heads vigorously. Rhodey laughed and walked past the bare wall three times, until a door slowly appeared on the wall. The first years let out a collective gasp once the intricately decorated door came into full view.

“Castle of secrets and magic,” Natasha whispered as she sauntered past Jessica.

Jessica looked at the third year as she entered the room and wondered what else Natasha knew; she would be an asset.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Trish whispered in Jessica’s ear as she linked arms together.

Jessica let a smile grace her mouth as they walked arm in arm into this mysterious room. As they entered, a small fireplace had a hum of light glowing out of it with a white couch in front and a stack of books set precariously on a table to the left of the couch made its way into their vision. Looking further into the room, there was a small stove with a kettle sitting on it.

“The couch grew,” Thor remarked behind the girls.

“We required a bigger one,” the nameless Ravenclaw spoke.

“Viz, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Tony yawned as he sprawled on the couch.

“I’m Jonas,” the Ravenclaw walked over sticking his hand out, “I am Tony’s cousin.”

“Allegedly!” Tony shouted.

“It is proven,” Jonas shook his head. “Everyone calls me Vision, though.”

“Why?” Wanda asked stepping away from her brother.

“I am rather accurate when it comes to Arithmancy and Divination, although I have to wait until next year to truly learn the way Hogwarts would like for its students to learn the subjects.”

Wanda tilted her head, “You’re only a second year?”

“I am,” Jonas smiled. “And what might your name be?”

“Her name is Wanda,” Pietro stepped between them ultimately blocking his sister from looking at Jonas any longer. “I’m Pietro, her brother.”

“It is a pleasure,” Jonas smiled before turning his attention on the young Slytherin and Hufflepuff. “And what are your names?”

“I’m Trish,” the Hufflepuff beamed as she took Jonas’ hand, shaking it vigorously.

“Jessica,” the Slytherin nodded her head to the Ravenclaw.

“Tea?” Clint shouted from the kitchen. “Snacks?”

“Bring everything to the couch,” Natasha sighed as she sat down.

“Do you expect me to juggle all of this over here?” Clint exasperated. “Do you think I’m a part of the circus or something?”

“I’d pay to see that,” Bruce laughed as he popped a cookie in his mouth.

“Help me instead of eating everything!” Clint shoved cups into Bruce’s hand.

Bruce chuckled, but nonetheless helped Clint carry everything to the couch. “Tea was a bad idea, don’t you think?” “Blame Rhodey,” Tony said as he grabbed a handful of blueberries. “He’s the one that summoned the room.”

“What is this room anyway?” Jessica asked as she walked over to the others.

“The Room of Requirement,” Natasha said. “It comes when you need it, accommodating your every need, within reason.”

“This is amazing,” Trish breathed out as she sat next to the red-head and Jessica.

“Can you move over?” Bucky asked Sam as he smacked him on the shoulder.

Sam gave him a once over before replying, “No.”

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Defenders of Magic - Chapter 3

So, fun fact I love the X-Men franchise as much as the MCU so I’m adding some X-Men in this so it extends into a made up multiverse that I so desperately wish were real for the movies and TV shows.

Chapter 2

Once the first years made it inside Hogwarts, a dark-skinned man wearing an eyepatch and a long black duster jacket stood atop a set of stairs clutching the railing, staring down at the new students. Slowly, he released his grip and walked down the steps, the thud of his boots upon the marble floor echoing all around. He stopped a few steps away from the bottom floor and cleared his throat.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” he spoke crisply and clearly, “I’m Professor Fury and will be teaching you Transfiguration this year and every subsequent year after,” he looked around at the children. “There will be no screwing here, am I understood? Good. Now just beyond those doors,” he pointed up the stairs, “is the Great Hall where you all will be sorted into either Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, or Ravenclaw. Once sorted you will join your fellow housemates in a feast to welcome in the new year and then your prefects will show you to your dorms. Any questions? No? Good, follow me.”

As he turned his duster whipped behind which seemed to be the unspoken signal to get all of the first years to start moving. Trish trailed a few steps behind Jessica as they entered the Great Hall. A collective gasp rang around the newcomers as they took in the sights around them. The ceiling had transformed into a dark blue night sky with clouds moving over it and candles floating above the that acted as stars flickering in the sky.

“I am so thankful for all of our new students that have entered this year,” a man in a wheelchair spoke from the front of the hall. “I am Professor Xavier, headmaster of this fine institution. I won’t take up much of your time as I’m sure you are all famished, so the main thing I want to reiterate since last year a few of you did not heed my advice: The Forbidden Forest is absolutely off limits, the centaurs tolerate our proximity as long as we do not go into their territory. They do not care of age, they will try to kill you,” Xavier let that warning settle into the minds of the students for a few seconds before continuing. “That is all for now, Professor Fury will now sort the first years.”

Professor Fury stood a few feet away next to a wooden chair with a list and a hat in his hands. Clearing his throat, he called the first name, “Luke Cage.”

A rather tall dark-skinned boy made his way through the crowd and hopped onto the chair. The hat was on his head for only a few seconds before it shouted out, “Gryffindor!”

A loud eruption of cheers sounded from the far side of the hall, Jessica turned and saw Thor and Tony standing on the benches clapping and screaming, the sight made her let out a low laugh before she turned back to the ceremony.

“Sharon Carter.”

A blonde girl walked determinedly to Fury and sat slowly onto the chair.

Again, it only took a few seconds before the hat called out, “Gryffindor!”

Another loud eruption sounded and Jessica was slowly getting over the theatrics of the evening.

“I’m going to have a headache by the end of the night,” Jessica muttered into Trish’s ear as another round of cheers sounded out.

“It’s fun Jess,” Trish sighed. “Let loose for tonight, please?”

“Fine,” Jessica grumbled.

Before Jessica knew it, Fury shouted out her name, “Jessica Jones.”

A knot twisted in Jessica’s stomach as she made her way toward the professor. As she sat down she could feel the hundreds of eyes staring down at her; the sensation of being watched making her fidget slightly under the scrutiny she imagined was being thrown her way.

As the hat rested on her head she felt a vibration of magic jolt through her as the hat came to life.

“Ah, a young muggle born, you are a rarity these days,” the hat spoke quietly. “A survivor for sure. There is a need to prove yourself, one of the most ambitious I have seen in quite some time. Slytherin would steer you to the path you seek.”

“No, please, my friend... I can’t leave her,” Jessica whispered. “She needs me, she won’t be in Slytherin.”

“The girl hasn’t been sorted yet?” the hat hummed. “There is a fair amount of loyalty and the need for hard work, but you must operate in the shadows,” the hat paused before shouting, “Slytherin!”

Jessica ripped the hat off before Fury had the chance to grab it, she stomped over to the table where the green and silver tie wearers sat cheering on their new addition. Natasha and Steve were the only two standing on the bench shouting her name as she approached.

“What did I tell you, zmeya? I thought you were going to be a hatstall though, it took you quite a while to agree,” Natasha smiled as she scooted over so Jessica could sit between her and Steve. “Just you wait, Trish will be a Hufflepuff.”

Jessica shook her head, “I can’t leave Trish. The hat wouldn’t let me go with her.”

Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “The same thing happened with me and Buck. He was sorted first and nearly had an aneurism when the hat yelled Slytherin instead of Hufflepuff for me. Don’t worry though you two will still have some classes together and you can still study together and hang out on the weekends.”

Jessica shrugged his arm off her, “Why are you in Slytherin anyway? You seem too nice.”

Natasha laughed, “It’s the game he plays. Pretend to be the nice boy so no one will suspect him of any shenanigans.”

“Not true Nat,” Steve shot back. “In all reality, Slytherin is the best house for getting what you want mainly because you can learn from others around you and you can make some very good connections that will help you later on.”

“Jessica?” Wanda’s voice sounded from behind. “Can we sit here?”

Jessica turned around to see Wanda’s small figure and Pietro’s tall one.

“Yeah,” she looked to see who would move to make room for her two companions. Steve moved over so the twins could sit down.

“This is so exciting!” Wanda whispered to Jessica. “I’m so happy I have a friend besides Pietro in my house.”

Jessica’s eyes widened at Wanda’s use of the word friend but didn’t point it out. “I’m glad I have someone I know my own age.”

“Franklin Nelson,” Professor Fury shouted.

A slightly chubby boy stumbled up to the sorting hat and quickly sat down.

It took barely a minute for the hat to yell out, “Hufflepuff!”

More cheers ensued and Jessica sunk further into her seat. She didn’t dare lift to her head for fear that she would see Trish’s disappointed face. Professor Fury called name after name, the sorting hat shouted house after house, and students screamed, cheered, and clapped as each student was added to their respective house.

“Patricia Walker,” Professor Fury finally called out.

Jessica’s head snapped up as she saw her canary-haired friend, the last one left, make her way to the professor.

As the hat was placed on her head, Trish’s eyebrows instantly scrunched up. She whispered something that Jessica couldn’t hear, and it took all of Jessica’s strength to not leap over the table and sit herself in front of Trish so she could hear it. As Jessica fought to remain in her seat, Trish continued to argue with the hat, her face getting redder and redder. As she opened her mouth once more, the sorting hat cut her off.

“Hufflepuff!”

Trish sucked in a deep breath as she got off the chair and headed off to the canary yellow table. As she passed the Ravenclaw table, she looked over making eye contact with Jessica. She offered up a smile and despite how much Jessica wanted to reciprocate the action, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“It’s not as bad as you think!” Steve yelled over the chatter that filled the great hall as numerous elves burst out of the kitchen carrying piles of food for the students.

Jessica nodded her head pretending to understand that her life was not ruined, that her and Trish’s friendship wasn’t in jeopardy. Slowly she reached for the food that was plopped in front of her as Wanda and Pietro droned on about their excitement and all of the new things that wanted to try. She tuned them out and wished she was anywhere but Hogwarts now.

Chapter 4

#avengers fanfic #mcu fanfic #hogwarts au #avengers hogwarts au #jessica jones #trish walker #nick fury #charles xavier #luke cage #foggy nelson #sharon carter #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff

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is that no teacher ever called him James by accident, or that Ron never was called “Bill-, eh Charl-, no Per-, argh!”

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Defenders of Magic - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

As the train rode onto Hogwarts, the older children decided to impart their knowledge onto the first years.

“Professor Fury, loves to make us squirm so for the first half of the year he will do everything he can to make it seem like he hates you,” Natasha shared with the girls while Loki had his head buried in a book.

“Professor Coulson usually has at least one near death experience a week, and three students always end up in the hospital wing by the end of the year,” Steve added.

“Professor May and Professor Hill love to have little competitions with one another so you may end up on the wrong side of a prank gone wrong,” Clint grimaced.

“This school sounds awesome!” Trish beamed.

“This school sounds dangerous,” Jessica grumbled.

Tony smiled, “Don’t worry Jess, I’ll protect you,” he pulled out his wand and flicked it around as if it were a sword.

Jessica gripped hers tighter ready to defend herself and Trish if Tony accidently let a spell go.

“Tony won’t hurt you,” Bucky said eyeing Jessica’s death grip. “He can’t do verbal spells anyway, chestnut isn’t the best for that kind of magic.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “My dragon heartstring core may beg to differ.”

Bruce tilted his head, “Tony you do know the dragon heartstring won’t compensate for the chestnut’s inability for natural nonverbal spells, right? Just because it happens to be one the more powerful wand cores, doesn’t mean it will go against chestnut, but it will merely enhance the chestnut’s natural ability for magic.”

“Well then Brainiac, what does chestnut do?” Tony mocked Bruce.

“Chestnut is best for magical beast tamers, Herbologists, and natural fliers. Chestnut usually is best suited for people overly fond of a life of luxury and riches, and they don’t care about how that life is obtained,” Loki droned out. Everyone sat in stunned silence after Loki finished his sentence. He looked up at the shocked expressions of his companions and shrugged, “Wands intrigue me.”

“I heard they’ll be teaching wandlore this year as an extra-curricular,” Thor said. “You might want to do that.”

“As long as none of you join,” Loki yawned.

Before anyone could respond, Jane popped her head into their compartment with a dark-haired girl behind her, “Just thought I should tell you, we’ll be at Hogwarts soon, you might want to change into your robes.”

“Thank you, Jane,” Thor stood up with a slight blush on his cheeks.

She nodded her head and added, “Oh and Tony, James is looking for you.”

“Rhodey!” Tony exclaimed. “I was wondering where he was. I’ll find him after I get changed.”

“Thor, you blushing fool,” Natasha drawled out once Jane left. “Going after older women, are we?”

Thor glared at her, “She is only a year older. And I am not ‘going after’ her. I am simply being civil.”

Loki snapped his book shut, “You’re practically drooling, brother. It does not suit you, especially since Father would never approve,” he got up with his robes, and left the compartment without a sound.

Thor just stared at his brother’s retreating figure, “It may surprise some of you, but we used to be close. He’s going through a bit of a phase,” he shook his head, turning to his friends, smiling. “Enough of my brother, let’s get changed.”

Natasha plucked Trish and Jessica off their bench, “These two are coming with me.”

The girls waved to the boys who were getting their things together. The red-head steered the young girls through the tight confines of the train.

“Thanks for letting us in with you guys,” Trish whispered to Natasha.

Natasha looked at the blonde and smiled, “We would never turn you two away. You’re too much like us.”

Jessica tilted her head as the other girl changed her robes out for ones with a Slytherin insignia on it. “How are we like you? You don’t even know us.”

Natasha smiled a smile that would make anyone falter at the knees, “Like calls to like my little snake in training.”

Jessica slipped into her plain black robes, “I’m not going to be a slytherin.”

Natasha took her arm as well as Trish’s once the girl was done changing as well, “I’m usually really good at knowing who will be going into what house, you are definitely a slyhterin.”

“What about me?” Trish inquired.

Natasha patted her arm, “Hufflepuff, which is just as good; every slytherin needs a hufflepuff and vice versa.”

“Who’s your hufflepuff?” Trish asked.

“Clint,” Natasha answered simply. She spun the girls toward the window as the castle came into view. “Look devochki, Hogwarts. The palace of magic and secrets.”

“Secrets?” Jessica said. “What kind?”

Natasha lead them off toward the front of the train where the other students started to line up, “Hogwarts was created centuries ago, it is bound to hold secrets,” she shrugged. “Anyway, you will take the boats across the lake,” she pointed to the rows of boats lined up for the first years. “Everyone else will ride in on those carriages,” she pointed to the rows of black carriages.

“Where are the horses?” Trish questioned.

Jessica looked at her friend confused, “They’re right there, although I wouldn’t call them horses. They look like skeletons and they have wings. Are they like a type of Pegasus?”

Natasha looked at Jessica sadly, “They’re called thestrals; only people who have seen death can see them, otherwise they are invisible.”

The girls fell into a silence at the knowledge. Trish so badly wanted to wrap Jessica in her arms and murmur in her ear that everything would be okay, but Natasha wasn’t letting go of either of them and Jessica would have just pushed her away. Showing affection in public was not something Jessica did, even if it was with her friend.

Jessica wanted to shrink away from the older girl who seemed innately keen to know other people’s secrets, even if that information was found out by accident. She made a vow no one would know her past, that was a weakness someone could use against her. Trish was the exception, Trish was the one that picked her up when she was at her lowest. But now Natasha knew, or at least knew enough to figure out what happened to her and her family. She didn’t know why, but her gut was telling her Natasha wouldn’t hold this information over her.

The train whistled its warning that they were going to stop. All three girls braced themselves against the wall so they didn’t fall. Once the train stopped, students started to flood out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. Natasha finally detached herself from the two first years and stepped away from them.

“I’ll see you two inside, don’t be intimidated by anyone. If anyone gives you a hard time, you have me and the boys to put them in their place,” she advised Trish and Jessica before walking over to the carriages.

“She’s amazing,” Trish breathed out once Natasha left.

Jessica nodded, “She’s different.”

“First years this way!” an older man screamed from the boats.

Trish and Jessica shared a look with one another before making their way toward the man. Jessica looked around to take in all of the new faces. Girls and boys all with the same excitement and wonder that Jessica felt surrounded her and Trish. As she scanned the crowd once more, she found Loki toward the back, clutching his book to his chest as he looked at the children brushing against with a disdained look on his face.

“I’m the game keeper, Hank Pym,” the man spoke. “And welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I’ll be taking the whole lot of you to the castle. Watch your step and don’t fall into the lake, the giant squid gets mighty hungry this late at night.”

Almost all of the children let out a shrill squeal as they rushed into the boats. Jessica and Trish took their time so they boat they were getting in to didn’t tip over.

“Can me and my brother join you?” a dark-haired girl with an accent asked.

“Of course!” Trish exclaimed. “I’m Trish and this is Jessica.”

“Wanda,” the girl smiled, “and my brother, Pietro.”

As the four students made themselves comfortable another above them cleared his throat.

“All of the other boats have obnoxious children that would most likely knock my book into the lake,” Loki said with disinterest. “So, can you make room for me?”

“Yes,” Wanda smiled scooting closer to her brother. “I am Wanda.”

“Wanda what?” Loki inquired as he sat down next to her.

“Wanda Maximoff,” she said, her smile faltering slightly.

“Pietro, her brother,” the silver haired boy spoke.

Loki tilted his head, “Loki Odinson. What happened to your hair?.”

The boy’s face reddened and his face contorted into a scowl, “I died and the shock of coming back turned it this color.”

Loki smiled at that, sending a chill through the others, “How fascinating. I assume it wasn’t avada that did you in. Perhaps a potion of some sort?”

Pietro opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the boat bumped into the beach leading to the castle.

“Aright carefully exit the boats,” Hank Pym shouted as he got out of the boat he was in. “Deputy headmaster Fury will lead you all inside and give you a few ground rules before the Sorting Ceremony and feast.”

Trish grasped Jessica and pulled her close, “Are you ready for the magic to begin?” she whispered into her friend’s ear.

Jessica let out a small laugh and pulled Trish up to Hogwarts entering the palace of magic and secrets.

Chapter 3

#fanfic #avengers #hogwarts au #mcu fanfic #avengers fanfic #jessica jones #trish walker #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #bruce banner #thor #loki #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff

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Defenders of Magic - Chapter 1

This is an Avengers/MCU Hogwarts AU

My first try at fanfiction... Jessica Jones is the protagonist in this story, but there will be more characters outside of the Netflix shows that make their way into this story

The chaotic helter-skelter of King’s Cross grated on Jessica Jones; her surrogate sister, Trish, on the other hand seemed aglow with excitement at all of the hustle and bustle around them.

Trish latched on Jessica’s arm, “Isn’t this so exciting, Jess? We’re going to Hogwarts!”

Jessica gave Trisha a tight-lipped smile, “I’m ecstatic. Now we just need to get onto the right platform.”

“Nine and three quarters,” Trish mumbled looking around. “I really wish my mother could have come to see us off.”

No, you don’t, Jessica thought to herself. “Me too,” she lied. “Maybe when we come back from break your mother will be here.”

Trish wrinkled her nose, “That’s months from now, though,” she waved her hand at the thought. “Oh well, enough of this sadness. We still need to find the platform.”

Jessica looked around seeing a boisterous blonde and a sulking black-haired boy run right into the wall between platforms nine and ten, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Jessica let a small smile grace her face. She grabbed onto Trish with one hand and their shared cart with another and took off to where the two boys vanished. Jessica let Trish’s protests wash away as she let the rush of adventure take over as they made their way into the wall.

“Jess, slow down!” Trish screamed. “You’re going to get us,” she paused as they made contact with the brick wall, “killed.” She yanked away from Jessica once the train to Hogwarts came to view. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you? You just love to give me a heart attack.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, but still kept a small smile on her lips. “Relax Trish, I knew we weren’t going to die. It’s just funny watching you get all worked up.”

“Whatever. Let’s just get on the train before all the compartments are full.”

They walked in silence to the entrance of the train. They passed parents and children at various stages of sadness. Seeing so many loved ones being able to touch one another and being able to say “I love you” brought a lump to Jessica’s throat. Tears threatened to escape her eyes, but she blinked them away and crossed her arms bringing her jacket closer to her. Trish wrapped her arm around Jessica’s waist and pulled her close, the closest thing to a hug both girls have been able to do. She gave a quick squeeze to her dark-haired friend, her way of saying, “It’ll be okay, we’ll get through this together.” Jessica pulled herself closer to Trish’s side, her way of saying thank you.

“Patricia!” a voice from inside the train yelled. “I didn’t realize you would be coming to Hogwarts so soon!” the blonde that Jessica saw earlier came into view.

Trish shook her head, “I’m only a year younger than you Thor.”

“That you are!” he jumped down so they were only inches apart. “Who is your friend?”

Trish let go of Jessica, “Thor Odinson meet Jessica Jones. Jess this is Thor, his father and my mother run in the same circle.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Jones,” Thor bowed.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Thor,” Jessica replied.

Thor stepped aside to let them inside the train, “My brother, Loki, will be joining your year as well. Although I hope he is placed in the same house as us, I know he wants to be as far as me as possible,” as the last part of the sentence came out, he frowned.

“Why are you so sure we’ll be in the same house as you?” Trish grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, I’ve never liked the color red.”

Thor laughed, “Who wouldn’t want to be a Gryffindor? We have the best quidditch team in Hogwarts, especially with me being able to play this year.”

“I think you need to learn something called humility,” Trish laughed as they entered a compartment that had only one person inside.

“I thought you would never get here,” a dark hair boy groaned as he turned around. Seeing the two girls that accompanied his friend made him smile. “But you are forgiven. Patsy, always a pleasure, but,” taken Jessica’s hand into his own, “who is your friend.”

Trish yanked Jessica back, “Tony, how many times do I have to remind you, it’s Trish, not Patsy. And this is Jessica, she moved in with me over the summer.”

Tony, not once dropping his smile, sat back down. “Well, Jessica, aren’t you the lucky one, living with the Dorothy Walker and her perfect daughter. I’m Tony.”

“Hi,” Jessica mumbled as she sat across from him with Trish and Thor at her side.

“Have the others come?” Thor asked as he settled in.

Tony sighed, “Nat was the first to show up but left to find Clint. Bruce went to get some candy. Steve and Bucky are MIA still.”

Thor nodded, “I don’t know how everyone’s going to fit in here.”

Tony smirked, “Jessica can sit on my lap.”

“I will snap you in half if you say something like that again,” Jessica blurted out before she could stop herself.

Thor burst out into laughter while Tony’s eyes widened. “I’m going to like you,” Thor choked out, smacking her on the back.

“Thor,” a girl called from outside of the compartment.

Thor stood up immediately, “Jane. How are you?”

“Terrible. You’re brother somehow managed to transfigure numerous hair ribbons into snakes; can you please tell him to stop?” she huffed.

“Of course,” Thor waltzed out following Jane down the hallway.

“I got five chocolate frogs and two boxes of Bertie Botts,” a curly haired boy rushed out as he entered the compartment.

“Oh Bruce, you’re the best!” Tony smiled. “Why don’t you sit down,” he motioned to where Trish and Jessica sat.

“Hi,” the boy fumbled to sit down, “I’m Bruce.”

“I’m Trish and this is Jessica,” Trish took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Jessica merely waved and left it at that.

“Aren’t you going to say hi to us?” a voice from above spoke.

Looking up, the girls saw a light blonde-haired boy sitting on a ledge and a red-haired girl next to him. The girl smirked and gracefully leapt down to sit next to Tony, her robes billowing around her. The boy, however stayed perched above, swinging his legs barely missing Tony’s head.

“I’m Natasha,” the girl smiled.

“Clint,” the boy mumbled.

“Steve and James still haven’t arrived,” if it were anyone else talking, Jessica would have thought Natasha had just asked a question, but with the confidence that was held within her voice, she knew it was a statement.

“Thanks Nat,” Tony said handing her a chocolate frog while Bruce threw one to Clint.

“Big, blond, and boisterous is coming,” Clint said as Thor made his way back with his brother in tow.

“Play nice,” Natasha smiled.

“Loki will be joining us for the ride,” Thor grumbled as he pulled his brother inside with the others.

Bruce frowned, “I don’t think I grabbed enough sweets.”

Thor laughed, “Don’t worry the trolley will pass by.”

Natasha frowned, “Steve and James better hurry up. What do you think is taking so long?”

Tony shrugged, “How should I know? I’m not dating one of them, you are.”

Natasha pulled her wand out and dug it into Tony’s neck. “James is not my boyfriend.”

“Funny you would say me and not Steve since you two are in the same house,” a voice called out.

Natasha dropped her wand, and let a cool, nonchalant expression take over her face. “What took you two so long?”

“Steve tried getting into another fight,” the boy with long hair spoke. “I had to step in?”

“Did anyone die?” Natasha asked.

“No.”

She wrinkled her nose, “How unfortunate.”

The frail blond boy sat down, “It wasn’t my fault. A couple of purebloods said the “M” word.”

“Steve, you know you can say it,” Tony yawned. “It isn’t a cursed word.”

“It is a curse word though,” Steve grumbled. He looked across to take in his friends but stopped at the new editions. “I’m Steve Rogers,” he stuck his hand out, shaking each of the girls’ hand. “This is my friend Bucky Barnes.”

“I’m Trish and this is my friend, Jessica.”

Steve looks around, “Well, looks like we’re finally assembled,” he paused for a second. “Hogwarts will definitely be exciting this year.”

Chapter 2

#fanfic #marvel #hogwarts #avengers fanfic #marvel fanfic #jessica jones #steve rogers #trish walker #tony stark #thor #loki #clint barton #bruce banner #jane foster #natasha romanoff

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