Green Eyes

Summary: "Mother – noun: One person who does the work of twenty. For free." – Unknown. FemHarry.

Just a warning: Age Difference, Accidental Teenager Pregnancy, AU, Jane the Virgin AU, FemHarryPotter, Puns, Clichés, Messed Time Line, Alive!Sirius, Squib!Dudley, Redeemed!Dudley, Protective!Sirius, Papa!Sirius, TeamHarry!Fawkes, More in the Future

Just so you know (Hogwarts' Term – READ!): Before anyone reads the timeline and tells me 'But it starts on September 1!'. Yeah, I know. But because of reasons that will be explained later, let's just say that the term of 2011-2012 started on September 13.

I don't own anything related to Marvel or Harry Potter!

Chapter 9. Case of Mistaken Identity

Harry stood in the doorway of Principal Reed's office, watching with arched eyebrows as an well dressed thin brown haired woman screamed like a banshee.

Principal Reed didn't even blink, he stared at the woman with an impassive expression on his face before he finally looked past the banshee's shoulder and noticed Harry standing beside his nervous looking secretary. The poor old woman for her part, took great, steadying gasps as she clutched clutching her chest. It was like she couldn't believe that someone could be so disrespectful toward her boss.

The old Squib stood from his chair, immediately cutting the screaming woman off. Walking around his desk and ignoring the now sputtering woman, he approached Harry.

"Marchioness Peverell," He greeted, flashing pearl white teeth as he grinned jovially. "Always an honor!"

The banshee as well a man who looked to be her husband and an small white haired woman gasped, staring at Harry with either surprise or disbelief.

Harry didn't react. No matter how uncomfortable the title made her, especially when used in public, it was still part of the inheritance left to her by her parents. She had long since come to accept the title as well everything that came with it (The paperwork! By Hades, the paperwork!).

Smiling charmingly, Harry let him take her hand and gave a curtsy.

"The honor is all mine, sir." She said, taking a moment to nod to the still frozen occupants of the room.

The witch tried to not snort.

"Thank for escorting Marchioness Peverell to my office, Frankie." The old Santa like man smiles down at his secretary.

The middle-aged woman blinked, smoothing a few wrinkles in her pretty red dress. She then nodded, looking much more calm than before.

"My pleasure, sir. Now," She shoot the banshee and her husband a look, "If you excuse me, I have work to do."

Frankie waited until her boss gave his approval before bidding Harry as well the small white haired woman goodbye. And, ignoring the couple, she walked out if the room, closing the door behind her.

"Take a seat, please," He gesture to one of the empty armchairs in front of his desk, "We were just talking about what happened early that day."

As if someone had pressed a switch at those words, the banshee's scrunched her face ugly, as if she was ready to start screaming once more. Her dark haired and stern faced husband stopped her though, placing a hand on her arm and sending her a look.

"I fear that I still have no idea of what happened." Harry said apologetic, keeping her back straight and trying to look as mature as possible.

It won't do for the others occupants of the room to notice or even guess her age. Harry was sure that the Banshee won't be the only one having a fit if they knew that she was more likely older if not the same age as their own children.

The silver haired Principal gave her an knowing look as he sat down once more, leaning back against his seat and put the tips of his fingers together.

While he seemed to be organizing his thoughts, Harry scanned the room.

Principal Reed's office was fairly large, filled with bookshelves displaying both old tomes as well several trophies and pictures. Hanging on the white walls, Harry found more pictures, mostly from graduating students, as well awards, diplomas and the odd portrait here and there.

All the portraits as well the majority of the pictures were moving. The funny thing was that those residing inside the portraits were actually staring at the Banshee-like woman with either disgust or caution.

I love magic, Harry thought, her lips twitching up with amusement.

"Well my lady, it seems like early today, three of our students got involved into a fight." Principal Reed explained, eying the Banshee for a moment.

The forty or so woman stared back, her eyebrow twitching as she tapped a manicured nail against her tight and tried to not speak.

Harry had to give her a few brownie points at this.

She looked like she was ready to explode but was still able to hold her rant back. Harry did wonder how long the silence would last though.

Principal Reed continued, "One of those students was the victim of bullying, having been beaten up before another student intervened." The raven haired witch pressed her lips into a thin line at this. "The fight started after that and only stopped when two of our teachers were successful into separating the boys."

Harry was pretty sure she knew which role Dudley played in all of this.

"And as you may know, this school has no place bullying," Principal Reed said, his face and hazel green eyes cold as he looked at the couple sitting across him, "especially when it involves racism or discrimination of any kind."

The portraits cursed or gasped at this. Their reactions weren't all that surprising. After all, it was some of the Muggleborns and Muggle-raised children who held this kind of prejudice while the general Wizarding World public, on other hand, didn't care about which country you came from or if you were white or black. All that matter was magic and, to the more supremacist families, the blood and lineage.

From the leather couch just beside Principal Reed's desk, the small white haired woman took a deep breath, as if someone had punched her. There was something like realization in her honey brown eyes but Harry was far too lost into her own thoughts to try and decipher what she was thinking.

"Excuse me," The Banshee hissed, "We have already spoken about this –"

If by speaking she meant that tantrum from when Harry arrived…

"– There is nothing else to discuss. My son has a broken arm and one black eye. Expel the other two boys and we can all go home." The brown haired woman sneered. It almost reminded Harry of Snape.

The git's sneer was much more impressive and intimidating though (Not that Harry would ever tell him – or anyone – that).

The small white haired woman couldn't listen any longer, "Are you saying that your bully of a boy, who dared to hurt an ten years old because of his background and the color of his skin is the victim?" As she spoken, the almost imperceptible accent in her voice started to get stronger.

When all the Banshee did was raise her chin proudly, the small woman huffed with pure venom.

"With a mother like you, its no wonder that that boy is what he is."

The Banshee's face gained a ugly shade of purple. She opened her mouth but Principal Reed cut her off much to the visible relief of the banshee's husband (He reminded Harry of Arthur Weasley. As much as she liked the red haired man, his inability to say no or to stand up to his wife and be man of the house was ridiculous, if not maddening, sometimes).

"No one will be expelled." Principal Reed said, causing the two women to look at him, "Mr. Mason, however, will be given a four weeks suspension as an warning. Another event like this, no matter how small, and then he will be expelled."

Harry saw the Banshee's husband inhale and exhale very slowly, as if mentally preparing himself for something. Taking a clue, she leaned back against her chair to create a little bit more of distance between her and the older brown haired woman.

The Banshee sputtered, "Fourweeks suspension?!" Her voice was a note high, almost like an screech.

The white haired woman gave her an smug look.

"Is Dudley, ok?" Harry asked before the Banshee made an scene and stopped anyone from having the chance to speak. "And the other boy?"

Principal Reed turned his attention toward her, smiling kindly, "Aside from an bruise on his face, Mr. Evans is perfectly fine. He's seemed to know what he was doing." He added with barely concealed interest.

Harry placed a hand over her mouth to hide the wide grin that appeared on her face.

"I can imagine." She nodded. "He has been practicing boxing for years now."

"Hum, maybe I should suggest he join the boxing club…?" The old man muttered, thoughtful. Shaking his head, he recalled her last question. "And Mr. Reyes has a cracked hip, a broken wrist and an twisted ankle."

He made a pause before looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry if I may have made it sound like Mr. Evans had started the fight over the phone, my lady." Principal Reed said, "But I wasn't in my right mind at that moment."

Harry shook a dismissively hand, "Don't worry about it."

She could understand. After every Gryffindor and Slytherin confrontations, especially those that ended with curses and hexes, Professor McGonagall always ended more than a little stressed. That in turn caused her to do say or even act in a more harsh and unforgiving way.

The detention in the Forbidden Forest back in her First Year, for example, was just an example of that.

After thinking about the boy who Dudley had clearly defended, Harry turned to look at the white haired woman, noticing for the first time since she stepped into the room that the older woman, despite looking to be a little older than fifty years old, had a boyish hair cut and that her clothes were rather colorful.

Luna, Harry thought, would have loved this woman.

"I don't think we were introduced." Harry offered her hand, "Hello, I'm Hyacinth Peverell. Dudley Evans' guardian and cousin."

Harry ignored her title, deciding that it would be better to not use it. The last thing she wanted was to make the woman's uncomfortable.

The older woman blinked before smiling and shaking the green eyed witch hand, "Jodie Wilks. I'm Robbie's foster grandmother."

"Not mother?" Harry asked, amused.

Jodie snorted, "Oh no, I'm far too old for that."

She didn't look all that old but Harry had learned long ago to bot judge someone's age by their appearances.

"Four weeks of suspension?!" The Banshee, whose name Harry refused to use, screeched so loudly that some of the portraits winced. Her husband looked at her with a pitiful pleading look but she completely ignored him. "You're really punishing my son because of that – That boy?"

Harry looked at the Banshee with no amount of disgust. This talk, this whole scene really, seemed to be something Aunt Petunia would do.

It brought back memories and none of them were good.

"After all the money we poured into this school that's how you repay us?!"

Andnow that sounded like something Lucius Malfoy would say… Although the blonde haired man would have done so with much less screaming and with no small amount of finesse.

The Banshee's husband finally decided to speak, "Think about this, Mr. Reed. We have a lot friends on the school board."

Principal Reed sighed deeply, as if he dealing with an misbehaving child, "After fifty years in this position, I think I have more."

Harry mentally snorted, lips twitching up as she suppressed a laugh.

The Banshee stood up abruptly, pulling her husband with her as she sneered, "I think I have had enough." She said, "There won't be any suspension. We're going and we won't be back again."

If she had expected anything from the Santa-like Principal, it certainly wasn't for him to make an motion toward the door.

"By all means," He smiled.

Jodie grinned with an air of victory when the Banshee stared at the Principal with wide eyes.

Huffing, the Banshee crossed the room with three large steps, dragging her husband with het. Just as she reached for the handle though, the door burst open.

The first person Harry saw was her cousin. His bottom lip was clearly hurt although he tried to hide it, playing with his tie as he avoided her eyes.

Was she that terrifying?

The second person she noticed was the unpleasant looking boy with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He, she thought, was clearly the son of the Banshee.

Standing behind Dudley, half-hidden by the big boned boy's frame, was a small olive skinned boy with messy black hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Robbie." Jodie sighed, relieved. Quickly, Dudley stepped aside so she could hug the small ten years old.

"Sorry, Gran." He muttered, looking uncomfortable with her Molly-like mothering.

Harry smiled at the duo before turning to stare at her cousin.

"Er – Hi, Harry." The blonde wiggled his fingers.

The witch smiled widely, which just worked to make him even more uncomfortable, and wiggled her fingers back, "Hi, Dudley."

There was a moment of silence.

"So, are you grounding me?" He asked, almost afraid of her answer.

The other teen tilted her head, "Did you start the fight? Or did Principal Reed lie?"

"No!" Dudley replied with no small amount of horror. Then he made a pause, "Will you?"

"Will I what?" Harry asked, finding this whole situation hilarious.

The big boned boy tapped a foot against the wood floor, "Ground me."

"Do you want me to ground you?" She asked, eying her cousin with a contemplative look that caused the blue eyed boy to take a step away from her.

"I'll shut up."

Harry smirked, "Thought so."

They didn't have the chance to say anything else as the Banshee used her free hand to grab her son's arm, screaming about they would be finding a better school for him. Jodie looked furious when Robbie yelped in pain after the horrible woman almost knocked the boy over as she swept out of the room.

Robbie gasped for air as he clutched his side, more likely where his cracked hip was located. Without thinking, and hating the thought of seeing a small child in pain, Harry stood up. Carefully, she approached the boy, brushing his hand away and placing her own in its place.

After all those years as an regular in her domain, Poppy had taught Harry a few things about wandless healing. It wasn't anything fancy or complicated, just a few techniques every magical learn at some point in their lives to numb the pain or even to stop someone from bleeding to death (Although the last one only worked with wounds that had been made by the Cutting Curse or natural means. Anything else would need to be taken care of by a certified Healer).

"There," Harry pulled her hand away, looking down at the boy with a smile on her face, "are you better now?"

Robbie blinked, staring at her for a moment before flushing. Embarrassed, he shrugged in an attempt of looking careless and, dare she say it, cool. Jodie chuckled at the scene, amused by what Harry assumed to the brown eyed boy's usual behavior.

"F-Fine." He said, putting his good hand inside the pocket of his school's jacket, "Thanks, Miss."

"You're welcome," Harry smiled, shaking her head as Jodie started thanking her as well.

Principal Reed cleared his throat to call for their attention, informing Jodie that Robbie could take the rest of the week off if he wanted. That was the right thing to say because Robbie looked relieved at the thought of being able to stay at home for a while instead of having to come to school and deal with the aftermath of the "incident" with the Banshee's son.

After that, Jodie and Robbie bid the trio goodbye before leaving the room. Harry and Dudley stayed for only five more minutes of which Principal Reed made the blonde haired boy swear that he would call one of the teachers before jumping into someone's defense.

No matter how noble his intentions had been, things could have ended a lot worse if the Mason boy hadn't been alone or if Dudley hadn't known how to fight.

"So," Harry said as they walked out of the school grounds and down the street, "Explain what happened."

"Don't you know already?" Her cousin grumbled.

She looked at him by the corner of her eyes. Dudley looked rather exhausted if not a little sad.

"I don't know the details." The witch said.

He cousin didn't say anything until they found a taxi. Even then, he only started explain what happened at school after the car stopped in front of their house and the front door opened on its own.

Apparently, Dudley had decided to take a detour early that day before heading to the cafeteria to have lunch with his classmates. He had just walked past what the students called the lockers' corridor (Which was just their way to say that the long corridor housed the lockers of all the students in school) when he noticed William Mason.

Dudley had immediately known that something was wrong the moment he saw the smile on the older teen's face. It was the same Vernon Dursley had after he won a promotion or after he found a reason to punish Harry because of her magic, even if more than time than not whatever incident had nothing to do with her.

Mason, Dudley informed her after Harry placed a cup of tea in his hands, was a known bully. He looked down on those who were smaller than him and anyone who wasn't American or looked even a little different from the norm was a freak.

Dudley had done his best to either avoid or ignored Mason. The boy reminded him of a horrible combinations of the Dudley that he had been before the Dementors attack and Vernon.

"So the moment you saw Robbie being beaten down, you just acted…" Harry rested her chin against the palm of her hand.

It wasn't a question, even if her tone of voice made it sound like one.

Dudley was her cousin and they grew up together. Even if he was different from before, more mature, Harry liked to think that she knew how his mind worked.

Her cousin shrugged, staring down at his tea, "I was just going to push Mason away and take Robbie to the nurse. But well…"

Harry nodded, silently telling him that she understood.

The blonde saw something that reminded him of the past self he wanted to forget and he let his temper control his actions.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that Mason won't be going to school anymore." The green-eyed witch commented she accepted a plate of snacks from Dobby, fondly rolling her eyes at the little House-Elf.

Dudley's eyes widened, "He was expelled?"

"His mother will withdraw him from school." Harry said.

For the first time since they had left the school, Dudley grinned. He looked like a little kid who learned that Christmas would come early that year.

"Great," He laughed, "I hope there's a party."

Harry grinned, "Don't forget to invite me if there's one."

With that, the subject about the fight at the school dropped and they instead started talking about the exams Harry would be taking the next week before she could officially be classified as an homeschooled student.

Neville Longbottom tapped a finger against the leather cover of his Herbology book when, just before leaving the common room for breakfast, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

The blonde haired boy made sure to keep his voice as calm as possible, trying to not show how displeased he was at the mere sight of the duo.

Neville wasn't ashamed to say that he didn't like those two.

Ronald Weasley was the most inconsiderate, foul-mannered boy in their year (Well, there was Malfoy but the other boy wasn't a Gryffindor so he didn't count). The boy was also rather greed and weak minded. Give him a little bit of attention and show him a bag of Galleons and he won't even have a single problem in stabbing someone on the back (At least that was what Neville thought given everything that had seen from Ronald so far).

Hermione Granger, on other hand, was a controlling, arrogant and intolerant witch who had no respect for the Wizarding Customs and kept trying to shove her beliefs onto others. And he won't even think about the way she worshipped authority figures as if they were all perfect because that would just give him a migraine.

To be honest, he was really happy that Harry runaway as far as she could and that she was away from their horrible influence.

A huff broke him out of his thoughts.

Ronald looked around for a moment before leaning forward. The tall, red haired teen spoke first as Hermione hesitated to do so.

"Look, Neville you can't keep doing this." Ronald said.

Neville arched a eyebrow, unimpressed, "Doing what?"

Ronald's face gained a ugly shade of red mixed with purple. As if she knew that the boy would say something that he would come to regret later, Hermione interjected.

"You can't keep hiding Harry." She hissed, her hair a little more fizzier than normal.

Neville snorted.

Ah, so that was what they wanted…

"I'm not hiding, Harry." Lazily, he made a motion with his hand toward the familiar figure sitting at the corner of the room with a Defense book in her hands. "She is right there."

That was a lie of course.

Not the first part; he truly wasn't hiding Harry (And believe it or not, he also had nothing to do with her leaving the country). But he did know very well that the person wearing her face was an impostor.

If he had to guess, then he would say the impostor was actually Nymphadora Tonks. After all, from what he had heard about Harry's cousin, no one else could be as clumsy as Tonks and Merlin, was the impostor clumsy!

"You know very well that that isn't Harry." Ronald scowled, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

No one was though. Everyone in the common room was far too focused with staring at the Fake-Harry and whispering behind their hands.

Neville gasped, "That isn't Harry?"

Hermione pursued her lips.

"Neville, this is serious." She looked like she wanted to grab him and shake the answer out of him, "We're worried about her –"

He cut her off before she continued. His light blue eyes narrowed as he sneered.

How dare she – He took a deep breath.

Neither Ronald nor Hermione were worried about Harry. If they were, those two would have found her somehow. After all, as her friends, shouldn't they know how her mind works?

"You're worried about Harry? Don't make me laugh." He said, leaning forward a little and forgoing any pretense of ignorance. Hermione gave a step back. "You don't care about her or her wellbeing. All you want is to have your precious Chosen One back so she can fight this war for you."

The only reason he could think of to explain why they were asking him instead of working on their own to find her was that Dumbledore asked them too.

And it wasn't exactly a secret that they were Dumbledore's pet students.

The bushy haired witched gasped, as if she couldn't believe that he would say such thing. Ronald looked like he wanted to step between them but Neville was faster, hexing the other boy so he won't be able to move a inch.

"Stay away from me." Neville said, "I don't know where she's and even if I did, I won't have told you."

Especially since he knew that they would go running to Dumbledore.

Throwing one last glare at the duo, he walked out of the common room, ignoring their threats about detention. He could care less if they gave him a whole month of detention with Snape.

The blonde haired wizard had barely noticed it when he reached the Great Hall. He looked up at the ceiling, relaxing a little as he saw the serenely blue sky streaked with frail, wispy clouds. The view was almost therapeutic.

He was left alone as he tucked into porridge and eggs and bacon until someone sat beside him. He hadn't even needed to turn away from his food to recognize who it was.

"Good Morning, Luna." Neville said, taking a bite of bacon.

Luna Lovegood hummed, "Morning." She replied with her characteristic dreamy voice. "Were the Nargles bothering you?"

Neville didn't answer; there was no need to. Both of them knew perfectly well that Ronald and Hermione had been bothering him. It was written all over his face.

"I see," The silvery-blond haired Ravenclaw nodded, eying an apple with interest, "They won't give up so easily." She informed him, tucking the apple away into her beaded bag.

Blue eyes turned to stare at her with irritation.

Unfortunately, Neville knew how stubborn Ronald and Hermione could be. Until a teacher or the Headmaster himself told them to leave him alone, they would keep pestering the Longbottom Heir about information on Harry's location.

"Too bad they will never ask me," Luna said, giggling as she grabbed two more apples and tucked it away as well, "I could help them."

Neville sniggered.

"I doubt they would even think of asking you." He said, pouring a glass of milk.

If most of the school wasn't so prejudiced towards Luna they would have noticed her multiple talents with Divination. Despite what they, especially Hermione and Luna's housemates, thought, the blue eyed girl wasn't crazy. She merely saw the world with a more clear and different perspective from others.

"Would you?" He asked after a moment.

Luna tilted her head.

"Would you help them if they asked you where she is?"

She smiled, mysteriously, "Even if I did," His fellow blonde informed him, wide eyes looking at the ceiling, "They won't have been able to reach her. Abraham's family is beloved by the country he protected for so long." Luna didn't continue, starting to eat what looked to be some kind of tropical fruit.

Neville stared, trying to understand the hidden meaning behind her words.

No matter how much he tried, he was unsuccessful to do so. Especially as was distracted by Professor McGonagall. The woman moved away from the staff table to hand over the class schedules, which took a little longer than normal for Sixth Years as the Transfiguration teacher needed first to confirm that everybody had achieved the necessary O.W.L. grades to continue with their chosen N.E.W.T.s.

When she stopped next to him, Professor McGonagall looked down at his application and then consulted his O.W.L. results.

"Herbology is fine..." She said. "Professor Sprout will be delighted to see you back with an 'Outstanding' O.W.L. And you qualify for Defense Against the Dark Arts with 'Exceeds Expectations'… Oh?" Neville blinked as the usually stern woman smiled, "An 'Outstanding' O.W.L in Charms? Professor Flitwick will be delighted to see you in hi class this year. You know," She leaned forward a little, as if sharing a grand secret with him, "Augusta failed her Charms O.W.L."

Neville chocked, eyes wide as he stared at the cat Animagus.

Say what now? His Grandmother failed Charms? Was that why she kept trying to convince him that the subject was worthless?

Beside him, Luna giggled at the expression on his face.

Professor McGonagall also looked amused as she consulted, "…Aren't you taking Potions this year?"

"I," Neville blinked, trying to regain his composure, "I thought I needed an 'Outstanding' in your O.W.L.s to take Potions..."

"And so you did when Professor Snape was teaching the subject. Professor Slughorn, however, is perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T. students with 'Exceeds Expectations' at O.W.L. Do you wish to take with Potions?"

Neville thought about it. Although he had no wish to be an Auror like his Grandmother wanted, Potions was still important if he ever decided to be a Healer.

Thinking about it, he nodded.

"Yes, mam." Neville said, "but about the books and ingredients…"

She waved an dismissively hand, "I'm sure Professor Slughorn will be able to lend you some," Professor McGonagall said, "Your mother was one of his favorite students you know."

"Really?"

He hadn't known that. But then again, his Grandmother rarely spoke about Alice Longbottom.

"Alice, Lily Evans, James Potter and Professor Snape." She looked forward, not really seeing anything as she got lost into her memories.

Neville blinked once more, "James Potter?"

He could believe that Harry's mother had been good at Potions but her father? Hadn't Snape always spoken about how his Lady inherited her father's lack of finesse and talent with Potions?

But then again, he must have been lying. It was difficult to believe about anything regarding James Potter when it came from Snape's mouth.

"James was the best Transfiguration student in his year but his Potions skills weren't that far behind." The older witch said, "Potters are known for being Potions Masters or at least talented in this subject… Examples of that would be Henry Potter, William Potter, Abraham Potter –"

Wait – Back up a little.

Did she say Abraham Potter?

Luna giggled again as he asked, "Abraham Potter...?"

Professor McGonagall didn't look pleased at the interruption but explained, "Abraham Potter. He was an Auror and Potions Master who was given an American citizenship. From what I have heard, the whole Potter family is seen a precious in the United States because of him."

With that, she turned to speak with another Gryffindor.

Neville turned his head slowly to see Luna smiling at him. It took a moment or two before he finally found his voice and hissed;

" She's at the United States?"

She nodded and he snorted.

Yeah, Luna was right. Even if she did tell Ronald and Hermione about Harry's location, he doubted that they would have been able to force her back into the country.

The Yanks weren't the British magicals greatest fans.

His Lady would be fine there. Not even Dumbledore would be able to convince the Magical President to hand her over.

Although the Goblins had placed Harry's name down as a homeschooled student, that didn't mean that she could just take her N.E W.T.s or her Non-Magical exams whenever she wanted.

Oh, no. First, she had to go through a whole battery of tests overseen by chosen Masters and Squibs handpicked by the Madam President as well the Head of the Magical Department of Education. Only after she received her scores Harry would be officially classified as a homeschooled student.

She didn't know how Non-Magical dealt with this kind of thing but Harry thought that the whole process was rather tiresome. It was like taking her O. all over again.

"Achoo," Harry jumped on her seat, turning her slightly to look at the older brown haired boy who had sneezed.

"Shhh," A blonde haired girl on the back of the room glared him, holding her Peacock's feather Quill in a threatening manner.

The boy coiled in his seat, mutter a almost inaudible sorry under his breath.

Giving the boy one more look, Harry scanned the room under her eyes landed on the witch had been monitoring them. She didn't look like she was paying attention to any of them as her eyes stayed glued on the newest edition of the New York Ghost.

If Harry had to guess then she would say that either the woman was an Natural Legimens or the room was filled with anti-cheating hexes and intent charms. One of those two would explain why the woman was so relaxed.

As if she had been waiting for someone to think about it, the older witch looked up and winked at Harry and tapped a finger to the side of her head with a giggle.

Well, Harry thought with dryly but holding a hint of humor, that's explains it. She is a Natural Legimens.

The teen heard another giggle.

Snorting, she turned her attention back to the magical exam across her. Harry had already finished her Non-Magical exams, having been studying the subjects over the past summers and even when she had free time at Hogwarts.

Surprisingly, the young witch was finding the Magical exams much more difficult than their Non-Magical counterpart.

The practical part had been easy, at least in certain subjects. But the theory… She had never before questioned the quality of her education at Hogwarts but now? Harry was starting to wonder if it was only her or if Hogwarts was truly limiting what the students could or couldn't learn.

Harry rubbed a hand to her face, giving up in trying to understand the Transfiguration formula staring at her from the paper. Absently minded, she marked the alternative C. Hopeful, her luck would act up because that hadn't been the first time she had picked up a answer at random.

Seven questions later, Harry finally finished her exam just a minute before an alarm echoed through the room, signaling that their time had come to an end.

Several teens groaned, grumbling and complaining under their breath but still standing up to hand their exams over.

"Good luck," The older witch said when Harry approached her table.

The green-eyed girl sighed, "I'll need it."

Harry was in the process of turning around when she pause. Opening her mouth, she looked at the blonde –

Only for the mind reader to speak before she could even make a single sound, "Your O.W.L.s' scores will be replaced in case you end up with higher grades in this exam."

Harry took a deep breath, not all surprised with the interruption.

"Thank you." Harry said, hurrying out of the room and trying to ignore the witch giggles.

Trained Legimens were annoying and creep. Case in point: Dumbledore and Snape.

Natural Legimens though? They weren't just creep. Such word wasn't enough to describe, not from Harry's point of view. Being confronted by someone who could read your thoughts as easily as reading a children's book was beyond terrifying.

I really need to learn Occlumency properly, Harry thought, clutching her purse against her chest.

Sighing, Harry looked around, trying to find out where she was. With a frown she walked from one side of the corridor to another, peeking around in an attempt of remembering which way she had to go to reach the exit.

Unfortunately, all corridors of the Manchester Building looked the same to her and she couldn't see a single sign informing her where she was or where she had to go to.

Harry wrinkled her nose, mentally cursing herself for not having paid attention when the MACUSA employee had escorted her to the conference room used for any and all official examination outside from Ilvermory.

"There you're," A exasperated, if not urgent, voice said just as someone grabbed Harry's shoulder, turning her around to face a blue-eyed, auburn haired woman. "You're late, Miss Carlson."

Harry blinked.

Miss who?

"You're very lucky that I knew your mother." The woman said, not giving the witch a chance to speak, "Hadn't that been the case I would have cancelled your interview and called another candidate."

Green eyes blinked rapidly as she stared at the woman, utterly dumbfounded at what was going on.

"Now come, the Boss is waiting for you." The woman started dragging her down the corridor.

Just as they turned around, Harry found her voice, "I'm sorry but –"

"Whatever happened for you to be late doesn't matter." The woman clicked her tongue like a disappointed teacher.

"But –"

"Here we're!" Harry's eyes were wide as the woman interrupted her, stopping in front of a door like any other in the entire floor.

Harry opened and closed her mouth, feeling a little dazed at the whole mistaken identity business. Hadn't she been as shocked as she was, she would have cried.

"Sir, Miss Carlton is here." The woman announced after knocking on the door.

There was a loud sigh, "Enter."

The woman smiled at her, "Stay calm and be yourself. I'm sure you'll get the job."

Harry did try to speak, to protest. She truly did. But the woman never gave her a chance as she opened the door and gently pushed Harry inside, closing the door soon after.

The raven haired teen stared at the door with disbelief before turning her head slowly, staring at the brown haired man sitting at the corner of the room with his feet over the table and a phone in his hand.

The man arched his eyebrow and Harry looked away, trying to not scream and stomp her foot like a little kid.

Why do things like that always happens to me?! Harry mentally screamed.

I hate Endgame. I hate Endgame and the Russo brothers can burn in hell for all I care! *cries while trying to drown in the river of denial and despair* I can't believe on how that movie ended!

*takes a deep breath* Ok, so, in this chapter we had the introduction of two important Marvel characters. Anyone can tell who it is? :3 Also, it will be explained but Tonks is using a certain magical artifact so she can be in two places at the same time.

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-Cissnei.

TIMELINE!

September 13, 2011 – Dudley gets in trouble at school (Monday)

*Tonks and Arthur speaks to Bill.

*First Day of Classes at Hogwarts and Neville learns where Harry is.

September 22, 2011 – Harry is mistaken by a Miss Carlton and taken to the Boss.