The Liesmith Twins

Writer's Block: I WON, I WON, NEER, NEER, NEER!

(is blown up by a rocket launcher)

Wanda: Note to self; stock explosives in closet and under the bed. That's where it respawns the most.

Tyene: Are you sure that second one is a good idea?

Wanda: At this point, I don't really care. I do not own Harry Potter or The Avengers.

Interlude: Home

"...Harry...Harry..."

Harry felt someone shaking him and heard a voice in the distance. The voice was quiet but carrying, full of worry. He blinked heavily, confused and dizzy. The pain from the multiple crucios hadn't worn off quite yet. The world looked blurry and unfocused.

"Harry, speak to me, please."

"...ugh..."

The voice gave a strangled gasp of relief, and Harry felt himself lifted off the cold stone and into someone's arms. He shook his head lethargically. "Wha...Who's there...?"

"Harry, look at me."

Harry blinked again. His vision finally focused somewhat. Holding him was a familiar older man, looking at him with worried green eyes. Those eyes looked just like his sister...and himself.

"...Dad...?"

"Yes." The man said gently. "Don't move; you're safe now."

"...How...?" Harry's gaze swung around the clearing.

The ground was littered with bodies; all clad in the black robes and skull masks of the Death Eaters. Patches of ice were in various places across the graveyard, which was strange because it was the beginning of summer. At least one person nearby was impaled in seven different places, to the point of nearly being sawed in half. The lack of nose slowly clicked in Harry's mind – it was Voldemort. The man's death hadn't been gentle.

"Can you stand up?" His father didn't wait for an answer; he picked Harry up with ease and glanced skyward. Harry saw the sky changing strangely...

"...Wait... ...Cedric..."

The man paused at this and looked around until he spotted the Hufflepuff's body. "...Can't leave him here..." Harry muttered.

"Of course." The man said simply. Harry's vision blurred again, and when the portkey was activated he fell back into unconsciousness.

**~On Asgard~**

Fray was exploring her home with Tracey.

"How big is this place?" Tracey demanded as she looked around the gardens in awe. They had been wandering around, just taking in the sights for several hours now. They had passed by many guards and soldiers who seemed to regard them with curiosity.

"It is a palace." Fray murmured as she pivoted on her heels to take in the sights.

"So this will all be yours someday." Tracey said in awe. "To think that all this time, I should have been calling you 'princess'."

Fray blushed. "Don't call me that. You're my friend...that would be weird."

"But you are one." Tracey pointed out, smiling annoyingly at her companion. Fray groaned and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I spent the better part of my childhood living on the street. How does that make me qualified to be a princess? I don't know anything about ruling."

"So you'll learn." Tracey dragged out, rolling her eyes affectionately. "You won't have to do everything all at once, especially since your dad's still around! It'll be like being at Hogwarts; only better in every single way."

"Hah! I guess you're not wrong." Fray sat down on a garden bench, gazing out across the high rise and the city below the palace.

"You're still worried?" Tracey asked, plunking herself down next to Fray.

"I'm feeling a bit too much, to be honest." Fray said. "I mean, how do you go from the Dursleys and Hogwarts to this?"

"Well. You were supposed to be here from the start." Tracey said.

Fray bit her lip. "I wonder why mother didn't come here when she became pregnant with me and Harry. It would have been safer...would she still be here?"

"Your mum probably chose to stay." Tracey noted. "I read a lot about the information surrounding your mother. She wasn't the type to turn and flee, especially from some prick like Voldemort."

Fray nodded slowly. She felt her mother's warmth, fierceness and love the few times the protective magic had been triggered.

"That sounds close to what I was told."

The new voice made both girls jump. Fray turned around to see a beautiful middle aged woman making her way towards them. She had a warm and reassuring smile, and she held herself like a noble lady.

Queen Frigga stopped a few feet away from the children and tilted her head slightly. "What? No hug for your grandmother?"

Fray gasped, and after a second of deliberation shot forward into the older woman's waiting arms. Tracey smiled awkwardly and started to shuffle off when Frigga gestured for her to stay.

"Dear child," Frigga said, releasing Fray and giving her a good look. "It's good to finally meet you. I'm sorry it didn't happen sooner."

"I'm sorry to." Fray said shyly, before gesturing towards her companion. "This is my friend, Tracey."

Tracey started, before quickly bowing her head. "Your Grace." She squeaked.

"Have you two eaten yet?" Frigga asked, looking between them.

"Uh...no, grandmother." Fray said, shaking her head.

"Then come inside. I'll have something brought out for you." Frigga smiled. "It's been a while since I've had a young child to spoil."

**~Later~**

Loki hadn't been this angry in a long time.

He had returned his son to Asgard and brought him to the healers. The head said most of his injuries were superficial, but he needed more time to rest and recover. That wasn't why he was angry – well, not all of it. He had already dealt Lily's murderer a brutal blow, but it was now clear that he wasn't the only enemy the children had.

He had met Petunia twice during his courtship with Lily, and the woman had left a resoundingly negative impact. She was a bitter, selfish and spiteful waste of existence.

Loki would have felt somewhat sympathetic towards her – given his relationship with Thor – except Lily had done everything she could to reconnect with her sister only to be violently and cruelly rejected every time. Petunia went as far as to slander Lily to their family members during a reunion, calling her a whore, causing the redhead to leave early in tears.

That would have been enough. But then Petunia had mistreated his children when they were sent to live with her. Fray hadn't described much of what had been done, but the flash of panic and anger in her eyes had spoken volumes.

He had tracked down a group of his children's friends to find out where Petunia was living now.

Melissa Barns pointed him in the right direction before Ginny Weasley asked if Harry was going to be alright.

They were a very loyal group.

Loki was tempted to simply kill Petunia and her husband when he found them. But that would not be very kingly. Instead he knocked them unconscious and had them brought back to Asgard for judgement.

End Chapter

And justice will be served. Next time, Reyna and co have to escape from Britain because Minister Fudge is crazy so they go to meet Reyna's dad for the first time. Meanwhile, the Warriors return home to accuse Loki of treason; Harry and Fray aren't amused.

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