Unforgettable || ❷

• 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 •

"Mr. Potter,"

The Gryffindors and Slytherins turned their attention to their Transfiguration professor, who was standing by the door staring straight at the young male with round glasses.

"You're being summoned my a few people. Please follow me."

"Yes, Professor."

"Apologies for the interruption, Professor Snape."

"I suppose it's fine." The potions master said stoically.

"Steve!" Harry was quick to notice the presence of the soldier, wasting no time to run towards him and give the male a tight hug.

"Hey bud," Steve grinned as he hugged the child back as tight. "How are you doing?"

"Meh." Harry answered after pulling away. "Could be better. Where are the twins?"

"We're here!" Two little set of arms were now wrapped around Harry.

"Are you feeling hurt?" Tony asked quite loudly to his two lab partners, Remus and Bruce.

"Yeah, a little bit."

"Quite frankly, yes. I'm very hurt."

"Sorry, you guys are barely noticeable." Harry answered with a grin before going around giving hugs.

It was quite... wholesome to watch.

"Wow. He said we're barely noticeable." Wanda sighed sadly as she smooched the boy with kisses all over his face. "You know what that means?"

"We're invisible!" Thor added dramatically, making his brother roll his eyes in annoyance.

"So where's my dad?" Harry questioned them with his head tilted to the side. "I haven't seen him in a while. Is that okay for a professor?"

"For this situations, yes." said Dumbledore with a nod.

"Oh." Harry nodded, understanding what he meant.

"He'll be here soon with someone... rather special."

"Okay... who are they?" Harry then pointed at the two unknown males in the room.

"Oh, that's my brother!" Thor said with a grin as he wrapped an arm around Loki's shoulder and brought him closer much to the trickster's dismay.

"And that's my brother!" Sirius added as he did the same with Regulus.

Harry looked a little taken back as he stared at the two Black's in disbelief.

"Oh... well nice meeting you. I'm Harry."

"My baby!" The green-eyed teen was now being smooched by a female that wasn't one of his three honorary aunts.

He didn't know who the female with fiery red hair was. Harry fell depressed all of a sudden. A woman with almost the same traits as his deceased mother was the one hugging the living hell out of him. Even though the warmth and love that he was feeling felt familiar, he wanted nothing more but to pull away.

"Erm... who are you?" He reluctantly asked, trying his hardest to move away from the stranger's grasp.

"It's her, buddy." James said as he walked into the room with a grin on his face. "I guess we weren't the only ones who survived that day, huh?"

"What?"

Harry then felt small drops dropping on his shoulder. She was crying. His mom was crying. So he did the only logical thing many kids do when they see their mom cry, he began shedding his own tears.

"Oh, Harry. How much I missed you." Lily said softly, still clinging to her son, who by now, was a little taller than her.

"I-" The boy couldn't find any proper words, so all he did was hug her tighter.

"We should leave them alone." Both heard Natasha say softly to the rest, who received small nods from the rest.

They all walked out, leaving the three Potters on their own.

"I'm so glad we're finally together." Lily giggled softly as she pulled away and wiped her tears away.

"Me too." James wrapped an arm around his wife's waist, the other around his son's shoulder. "Even though it's been about two months since I recuperated my memories, you two were always in the back of my mind like a couple of old ghosts I couldn't remember."

"Wait, what?"

"He was taken by this organization called Hydra." Harry answered for his dad. "They erased his memories. He barely got them back thanks to Sirius and Uncle Steve."

"You too?" Lily gaped at her husband. "What's with Hydra messing with our family?"

"You mean you were taken too, mum?" Harry questioned innocently, making the couple coo at him.

"Unfortunately, yes. I got out a few months ago. Then I believe Thor, was it? His brother saved Regulus and me."

"Then that makes him a good guy, right?" Harry looked up at his tall father, who nodded with a small smile.

Lily watched her son and husband, tears forming in her eyes once again.

"Mum, are you okay?"

"Lily-Flower, what's wrong?! Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"I'm sorry." Lily let a sob escape her throat. "I just— I... my baby isn't a baby anymore. Last I saw him was when he was a year old. He's now a teenager. And you? You didn't even remember him nor me. You couldn't remember your family. You were being tortured instead and I didn't know. I assumed you were living at least happily with our baby boy, but you didn't get to see him grow up either. My baby grew up without his parents. We didn't get to experience his first steps, his first day in school–" and as if something had finally clicked in her mind, the redhead stopped talking. "Harry, baby..."

"Yes?"

"Who took care of you? I was told Sirius had to suffer in Azkaban and Remus was prohibited from taking custody over you because of his Wolfy... so who were you living with?"

"Well, I started living with my dad and his hero friends who I now call Auntie and Uncle almost a year ago." Harry said softly while scratching the back of his head.

"But before that?"

"Well..."

"The Dursley's." James said rather bitterly. "Our baby was being neglected by your sister and abused by her husband, but good news, babe. I sent Vernon to jail! Agent Hill even tormented him for a while before changing it over to Fury. I think it's Clint's turn next."

"Uncle Clint is here now." Harry added, both males ignoring the gaping and furious look of Lily. "Which means it's going to be Aunt Wanda's turn next."

"Oh, yeah. Even better."

"Honey," Lily's menace voice startled the raven-heads. "Please get them to make it my turn next. Anyway," Lily turned to glance at Harry with a sweet smile. "How have you been living with the Avengers? I heard from a little salty birdy that Steve was your favorite uncle. Oh, and his twins! They're so adorable! They just met me and they're already calling me auntie. Made me cry a little bit."

"Was that salty birdy Uncle Clint, Uncle Remy or Uncle Tony?"

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