This little story, or big depending on how you look at it, is not something that you would expect to hear about. It is not a story of great deeds, or about a great hero. She wasn't a hero. She was a fisher from Alaska doomed to a life she never would have chosen and quest that wasn't even hers. Her adventure was entirely unexpected. Or at least, that's how the story went.

"You cause me concern," Fury said plainly, sliding the folder closer. She read the information, an increasing look of alarm making its way onto her face. When she got to the last page she put the file down, closing it quickly. "Apparently, you aren't the only one I cause concern for. Does the government have files like this on everyone? Or am I just special?" Now: post-Avengers

"Slytherin!" The greasy kid from the train watched, dark eyes smug and mocking and everything he never wanted to see staring right back at him. James Potter was a Slytherin, a bloody Slytherin. He didn't think it was dramatic to say this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, but he had been wrong before. Marauders AU.

Her brother always said people showed themselves in darkness, showed who they truly were when they were afraid. As she sat there, blood on her hands and hair tangled in mats around her face and neck, she realized that she never quite figured it out. And it was too late now. The Second War of the Ring had begun and she had somehow managed to find herself caught in the middle.

For not the first time in his life, George Weasley felt like he was the only one in his family who had the right idea about Fred