Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Captain America, or any other Marvel Character.

Author note: Hey guys! I know I should be working on my other stories and I am, I promise! But with all of the new Marvel movies coming out, my Marvel HP characters have decided that it's their turn to shine. So, I welcome you to Flora's story! Now, Flora does go by a couple of names in this story, if you have any questions or your confused about something just send me a PM and I'll answer any question you have to the best of my abilities. I hope you enjoy reading this and please leave a review! Thank you!

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May 10, 1936 - Augsburg, Germany

A young girl stumbled down a cobblestone road during the middle of the night in one of the worst thunderstorms of the month. Her legs wobbled with every step until finally she collapsed on the side of the road, her body giving violent shivers and her teeth chattering. She tried to stand only to yelp in pain as a shock of pain raced up from her ankle. She wrapped her shaking arms around herself to try and keep some warmth, scanning the surrounding street for any sort of shelter. There was nothing but an empty road with trees and unlit houses, not even a shed was in sight. She would have gone to one of the houses to ask for lodging and something to eat but she couldn't speak or understand German. She let out a weary sigh when a harsh sneeze that sent her into a coughing fit. She looked up when the rain stopped pouring on her to find a man holding a black umbrella over them.

"Bist du in Ordnung, Fräulein?" She stared at the man quizzically.

"I don't understand German, sir." She told him. The man nodded.

"I asked if you were alright, young lady." She rolled her eyes slightly.

"I'm just swell. It's not like I'm catching my death of cold while we're having a nice chat in the pouring rain or anything." She man chuckled amused at the girl's rather brash words. Most people frown or told her it was unbecoming for a lady when she snarked at them, it was the reason she didn't keep close company. The man held a hand out to her and helped her up then placed his thick wool coat around her shoulders.

"Let's get you out of the rain. My house is not far from here." He told her.

"Why are you helping me? You don't know me, I could be an axe murderer or something and you're inviting me into your home?" Once a upon a time, she would of taken the help without question but that was before the war.

"I am Doctor Abraham Erskine." He held a hand out to her. She stares at him suspicious for a moment before placing her hand in his.

"Floramaria Potter." She gripped his hand strongly and gave a firm shake.

"A strong handshake for someone so small." Erskine said. Flora stared at him.

"I have to be strong in this hard world." She told him. Erskine looks at her impressed. "I won't be held down by men who think women should be seen and not heard, that we're only here to dote on them." She said with conviction.

"Very interesting. Now come on, I think you've caught yourself a cold." He said, helping her walk down the road a few feet to his house. Flora lets out a series of sneezes as they walked down the street towards a house with a small light in the front window. She glanced up at him from the corner of her eye.

"Do you have any family or is it just you?" She questioned.

"I have a wife and a son." He told her. She nods her head.

"Oh." Erskine looks to her.

"Do you have any family?" Flora bites her lip while she shakes her head.

"I used to but now it's just me." She said quietly. Erskine places a hand on her shoulder in comfort as they walked up a driveway towards a small brown house. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door, letting Flora go in first. A woman about the same height as Flora walked towards Erskine and wrapped her arms around him. Flora watched them with a soft expression as they whispered to each other in German. The small woman turned to her with a motherly smile on her lips as she took Flora's hands in hers.

"Welcome to our home, I'm Helga. Now let's get you warmed up and out of those soaked clothes." Helga walked Flora to the guest room then went to get some dry clothes and towels for her. Flora looked around the room and found a bookshelf filled with books. She moved towards the shelf and skimmed the titles with her fingertip. Her eyebrows rose with curiosity when she found a frayed notebook. She gingerly took it off the shelf and flipped it open. As soon as she had opened it, she realized it was filled with science equations, side notes, and mathematics. She flipped through the pages and found some unsolved ones, she looked around the room for a desk or drawer. She went to the nightstand and pulled the drawer open, pulling out a pencil. She quickly sat down on the floor and began to solve the problems as she waited for Mrs. Erskine to return. She bites her full bottom lip as she stared at the half finished problem in front of her, 'Super-soldier serum?' She thought to herself.

"I see you found my notes." Flora lets out a startled gasp and snaps her head up to the door. Doctor Erskine stood in the doorway with a pile of dry clothes and a towel. She quickly stood up from the floor and stumbled over her words for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.

"I apologize. I had no idea it was yours." She holds it out to him. Erskine takes it from her and hands her the dry clothes and towel. "I simply saw unfinished problems and had to solved them." Erskine looks at her before flipping the book open and looked at the problems she was talking about.

"You know chemistry?" He asked her. Flora shrugged her shoulders.

"You could say that." Erskine stared at her for a few moments before leaving the room.

"Please join us in the dining room when your dressed and dried." He said before closing the door behind him. Flora tapped her fingers on the pile of cloth a few times before changing out of her soaking clothes and into the dry ones. She used the towel to dry her hair as much as possible before placing her wet clothes in the towel and walked out of the room. She stood just outside the dining room entrance.

"Um..." She cleared her throat and caught their attention. Her cheeks flushed slightly. "Excuse me but where would you like me to place my wet clothes? I didn't want to ruin your carpet with them." Mrs. Erskine smiled and took the clothes from her.

"I'll have them washed and dried in the morning." She said.

"Oh, you don't have to do that ma'am." Flora tried to tell her but Mrs. Erskine waved her away.

"Nonsense. You are our guest." And with that, Mrs. Erskine walked out of the room with her clothes.

"Please, have a seat." She looked over shoulder to the two males sitting at the table. She nodded and took the seat across from the younger Erskine. "I am impressed that you finished those equations, Ms. Potter." She glanced over to the older Erskine. "Have you ever thought about going to school to learn more?"

"I have, sir but the Universities I've tried to get into refuse to take me." She told him. Erskine folded his hands over one another.

"I teach at a local school here. You will stay with us until you have graduated as a doctor." Flora looked at him in shock.

"I'm practically a stranger! Why are you doing this!" She exclaimed, eyes wide with confusion and frustration.

"Don't you think it's time for the little girl to stand up?" Flora stared at him and slowly began to nod. She had stayed in the shadows so long, it was time to step out and show the world that women can be so much more than housewives.

"Can you tell me more about that serum?" She asked. Erskine smiled and nodded his head. The good doctor told her a little that night of what the school was like, about the serum, and told her that he would help her learn German as well. She kept insisting that it was too much but he wouldn't hear of it. Floramaria finally gave into his demands. She knew stubborn when she saw it.

"Very well, Doctor. When do we begin?" She asked. He thought for a moment then looked her in the eye.

"Tomorrow." He announced. The young boy at the table, whom Flora assumed was his son, stood.

"Father, I want to attend your classes too!" He cried, he had sandy, wavy hair that stuck up a bit in the back. His mother chuckled a bit and patted his hand.

"Perhaps when you can shave, Hans, we will discuss your university years." Flora smiled at the woman. Hans pouted and sat back down in his chair, crossing his arms. Erskine laughed and made his way over to his son.

"Your mother is right, when you finish high school I will happily allow you in my classroom." He patted the boy's shoulder and kissed the crown of his head.

"But I'm thirteen!" he mumbled. Erskine smiled warmly and patted his son again.
"Why don't you help me bring dinner to the table?" he suggested. Hans perked up at the thought of food and pushed away from the table and dashed to the kitchen.

"Boys." Mrs. Erskine joked, making Flora snort. She looked at Mrs. Erskine's warm brown eyes and felt relief wash over her, it was almost like she had finally come home.

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March 8, 1938

Flora wrote in a frenzy while her professor spoke. When Dr. Erskine, the man she now calls father, first brought her to the University everyone had given her dirty looks and rude words as she walked beside him. But she put an end to that by showing them what she could do and quickly advanced through her classes until she was close to graduating this year. Soon the professor was finishing up and telling them that they were dismissed. She finished her notes and packed her things away then headed home. As she walked home, she ignored the leers the men gave her as she passed them and she ignored the sneers the women had plastered to their faces as they whispered about her behind her back. Flora simply held her head high acting for all the world to see that looks and hurtful and hateful words didn't bother her. Her father would see through the act and would comfort her once she got home, like they did almost everyday. She pulled out her key as she walked up the walkway to her home and unlocked the door.

"Papa, mama, I'm home." She called out as she shut and locked the door behind her. She frown when neither of her parents or brother called back. She placed her bag down by the door and walked towards the living room. She froze in the archway of the living room as she noticed her family gagged and bound on the couch. There were a few men in black outfits and masked aiming guns at her family while a man in a black trench coat walked towards her.

"You must be Floramaria Erskine." The man stopped in front of her. "I am Johann Schmidt. The leader of Hydra." Flora just stared at the man with wide green eyes. She glanced over at her father then back to the man in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Herr Schmidt." She glanced back over to her family. "Is there something we could do for you, sir?" Schmidt chuckled and walked back over to her father.

"I've heard many great things about you and your father. Creating a serum to make super soldiers. I have come here to request you and your father to make the serum for Hydra." Flora narrowed her eyes at him.

"And if we refuse?" She questioned. Schmidt chuckled again but this time it was dark and snapped his fingers. The guns in the men's hands went off. "Mama! Hans!" She screamed as she watch their lifeless bodies slump against the couch. She tried to rush to them in some hope that she could save them but two men in navy uniforms grabbed her arms and pulled her back.

"Mama! Hans!" her voice cracked, Hans' body splayed over their mother's lap. His once lively maple colored eyes, now dull and lifeless, stared vacantly at Flora. Her breathing hitched as she looked back at the monster who's snap of the fingers had been the death bell for her family.

"I think you know the answer, Fräulein Erskine." Both living Erskine's stared at Schmidt in horror as their dragged out of their home and thrown into a car. Flora buried her face into her father's shoulder and they both sobbed quietly for their loved ones.

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January 21, 1940

Flora looked over at her father, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Looking back at her own work station and listing off the chemicals in the vials for the hundredth time, sodium hypochlorite, silver nitrate, isopropyl alcohol, chlorite, basically everything she needed to make a super soldier or a bomb, not that there would be much of a difference when Hydra got what they wanted. As she reached for a clean beaker, an alarm cut through the compound. The three guards at the door shouted something in German before two of them ran out of Flora's sight. 'One guard, just one.' She thought. She looked over at Erskine and saw he was thinking the same thing, this was their chance. Flora scanned her chemicals once again before grabbing the Sodium hypochlorite and isopropyl alcohol and quickly dumping their contents into the corner of her lab coat. Her heart thumped against her ribcage as she made her way behind the guard before covering his face with the chloroform covered coat. He flailed and kicked but Flora kept a vice grip on him until he slowly stopped moving and collapsed. Flora whipped the assault rifle off of his body and checked the hallway before beckoning her father to follow. The two rushed down the stairs and hung a sharp left down a corridor.

"Have you any idea where we're going?" Erskine asked.

"Honestly no, but I figure anywhere is better than in that lab." Flora admitted. Erskine chuckled nervously, not letting onto how scared he was for Flora's sake. They took another left, before having to doubling back away from brash shout of soldiers. The yells got louder and the sound of gunfire soon followed. Flora's heart beats faster, from what she figured that wherever the fight was that, sadly, an exit had to be nearby. They came to an abrupt halt in the opening of a large room where a battle was taking place.

"Down!" Erskine yelled, rushing behind some crates and empty metal barrels. Flora peered through a crack between two crates labeled with 'rations' and saw a brunette woman shooting a small pistol and behind her, through the smoke, saw light coming from behind her.

"There's the exit!" She exclaimed. She and Erskine slowly made their way to the exit using the garbage as cover when suddenly a Hydra agent crashed through a crate in front of them. Flora yelped before hitting him in the head with the butt of the rifle she had. "Run!" She yelled, grabbing Erskine's hand and running through the smoke and bullets in the air. A bullet whizzed by Flora's head, shredding a few strands of hair before hitting someone behind her.

"Watch your six!" The brunette woman called as she shot two Hydra soldiers before covering both Flora and Erskine. "Howard, get them out of here!" She barked at a rather slight and taller man with dark hair. The man named Howard rushed over and threw an arm over Erskine.

"Good to see you old man." He said, "Too bad the circumstances." He added with a chuckle.

"You know this man?" Flora yelled to her father over the gunfire. Erskine just nodded while Howard glanced towards her. Flora raised an eyebrow when the man winked at her. They wove through the clashing sides, trying to find the way that was less likely to kill them.

"So," Howard said as he hit a Hydra member in the back of the head, "come here often?" Flora rolled her eyes and caught a glance of a soldier readying his gun.

"Move!" She shoved Howard to the side and raised her own rifle, with a pop of her gun the soldier fell. Howard's face was a mixture of shock and horror. "Almost die often?" Flora chuckled and held out a hand to him. Howard stared up at her with wide eyes before taking her hand and letting her help him up.

"Fall back!" The brunette called, firing her pistol twice and hitting both of her targets. She turned and sprinted to Flora's side. "Hello love, Peggy's the name. I do apologize for leaving you with my heathen of a coworker." Flora chuckled at Howard's offended tone.

"Excuse you! I was doing just —" Peggy's pistol cut him off as another Hydra soldier fell.

"You were saying?" She teased. Flora looked at Peggy with awe before some of the crates behind them blew up. Peggy cursed then started to push them towards a hole in the wall. "Come on!" The light was blinding when they ran out of the gaping hole of the compound. 'Cold . . . . It's cold.' Flora noted, the frozen grass crunching under the dozens of boots.

"This one!" Peggy cried, steering them to the back of a grayish green jeep. She helped each of them in before hopping into the passenger seat herself. "Drive!" She barked at the soldier who heeded her command and then some. For a few moments the ride was quite was everyone catches their breath, Flora leaned against her father tiredly.

"You know," Flora turned to look at Howard. He was watching her with calculating chocolate brown eyes. "Peggy here wouldn't let me build these things so they could fly." He gestured to the jeep. Flora furrowed her brow in confusion. 'Wouldn't that just make them bigger targets?' She thought to herself.

"Didn't your last prototype explode?" She heard Peggy say and Flora snorted while Howard clutched at his chest with mock pain. Peggy turned and gave her a soft smile, Flora returned the smile shyly before deciding that she really liked Peggy.

"So, how would you like to help kick some Nazi ass?" Flora burst into laughter as she watch Peggy punch Howard in the shoulder, very hard. "Ouch! Jesus, woman!" Howard rubbed at his arm with a pout but sneaks a glance at the laughing raven haired woman beside him. Flora slowly stopped laughing and beamed a bright though tired smile at him.

"I'd love to."

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German translation

Bist du in Ordnung, Fräulein - Are you all right, Miss