No time to die | Harry James Potter ¹

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For Natasha, life was never fair.

Up until she caught his eye, then her life was turned upside down.

Nonetheless, Her life started with her parents almost selling her to the red room, then escaping with her sister. Only for her sister to be the not magical one of the two.

Her steps were heavy, they echoed through the halls.

"Oh, Miss Romanova. Glad to see you here, we have a patient for you today" a lady, old enough to be her mother said.

Natasha's heels stop clicking as she came to a stop. "Of course, who's it today?" "You need to get all info from the Baroness." "she got a promotion again?" Natasha said furrowing her eyebrows "of course, they're counting on her to be the future leader of the red room and much more." Natasha merely scoffed as she heard those words.

"Gladly will talk to her, room 1?" She received a mere nod until she tried to go away and the worried eyes of the lady she had spoken before followed her.

Natasha knocked at the door, opening it and sending the lady at the desk a smile "Baroness, a pleasure to see you again." "Natalia. Pleasure, you will be treating a very important person today. His treatment is quite in the early stages. Here's all the information you need to know. Get yourself a pass will you?" the Baroness smiled at her sarcastically as Natasha took the file and walked out without a word.

She read through it as she walked her usual way, she stopped in front of the usual red room soldier. "Henry, how are you doing?" "quite fine Nat, the usual?" Natasha listened to the question as she skimmed over the file, furrowing her eyebrows "no.. Not the usual. A pass for the mid restricted section please." She said, the word feeling unfamiliar on her tongue, she was used to working on the non-restricted section.

"Then here we go with the usual, this will be recorded as proof of you getting a pass in case anything happens to you. Name?" "Natalia Ivanovna Romanova" "Your occupation here?" "Therapist, and Nurse." "your mission today?" "Treat my Patient, care for their wounds and write down their story, and then report it." She said, no hint of emotion in her voice.

"Name of your patient?" "James Buchanan Barnes." "His Cell number is 17. Have a great time" "Thanks Henry, count on you after the shift ends!" she grabbed the pass from his hands as she said her farewell before walking away, pushing her hair behind her shoulders, her heels clicked even more as she walked slowly.

She pinned the Pass onto her Blazer. She came face to face with the soldier that stood outside the cell. "Name?" "Natalia Ivanovna Romanova" "Pass number?" "Seventeen." She could hear small shatters from inside as she said that.

"Be careful, he's aggressive. Avoid numbers." The soldier said looking her up and down before opening the locks on the door and letting her in.

She put a small smile on her face, straightening her blazer, her eyes looking up as she walked in, meeting the ones of the one and only Bucky Barnes.

"Goodmorning Mr Barnes, My name is Natalia, I'm your new official nurse and Therapist in this facility." The words slipped off her tongue as she had said these more than 100 times over the past month.

Bucky sat on his bed, his hair combed back like always, his stare intense.

Natasha went over to the round table that stood in the middle of the room, sitting down and laying the file on the table.

"I'd like to introduce myself, as I... Know how it is in these facilities. Well- I'm Natalia, My friends call me Natasha or Nat. I am 17 years old I was born in Stalingrad, Russia. And I came here two months ago, after being asked to. I absolved a medical exam and was trained in the fields of Therapy and Nursing. My favourite food is Blini and my least favourite colour is Orange"

The room was silent, only the judging look of Bucky was practically heard.

"Alright then, then i'll tell you what I know about you already and you'll tell me if I'm right about that." She spoke, She grabbed the file and shoved it away from her "all without the file"

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, you are 18 Years old and were born in New York, You have one younger sister and are established in the US Army, you're currently in Moscow, Russia and your best friends name is Steve Rogers if I'm right? He was enhanced with the super-soldier serum in March of 1941. Died in a plane crash and you somehow still knew him. Even though he is a decade older than you." She spoke, her voice laced with Confusion.

"Brooklyn."

"Pardon?"

"Brooklyn, I was born in Brooklyn, New York," he said looking up at her.

He looked around at the walls, as if trying to find something "these rooms aren't recorded, no camera in here, only when the door opens and when I tell them to. You can tell me anything, the only question is if you trust me enough to do that?" She said cocking an eyebrow, Bucky stood up reluctantly, pulling back the chair and sitting down,

Her hand motioned to the file "go on, read it. Nothing to hide from my side, I expect you to also hide nothing." Bucky opened the file, reading through it as Natasha observed his movements, "Mr Barnes, say, is it true that you have been treated here before" "Not specifically here, In the USA I've been... enlisted by my base in this facility." He said quickly looking up at her and then back down.

"Alright, let's cut some slack. I know you're not just 18 years old" "and I know you aren't normal," he said narrowing his eyes at her as she seemed to smirk.

"Really? Alright then, let's get back to the manor where I'm here for you to tell me your life story. If you're going to be this way then i'll record it, it is my task" She said and was cut off by him talking "I was frozen. I- I don't know-how. I was frozen in there and then suddenly I woke up here. It is not 1941 anymore, and I am very confused about everything. Please, Natalia. Tell me what they want to do to me" He asked the last part in a whisper.

She looked at him for a second before grabbing the file and opening it, laying it out on the table "2 injections a day of the Erskine Serum, or how I like to call it the super-soldier serum. Then there would be 3 times a day shock therapy." She said pointing to the pictures.

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed "you said you only came here recently, how do you know this all so well then?" Her face shifted to a slight smirk as she turned the file around and opened it

"Because I, Natalia Romanova once resided in cell 17. And hell I was high as a kite." she pointed to her picture, where her pupils were enlarged. "That was when I was 14, with 15 I moved to England and went to a boarding school" Y/n's smile faded as she read what school Bucky went to.

"Hogwarts," he said, his eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Hm. You're the class of 1939 then?" "certainly am." "How does it feel to have known tom riddle unknowing that he'd bring a whole war" "Tommy boy did what?"

Natasha looked amused as she started talking "Tommy boy caused the second wizarding war we're in right now. And guess what, our only help is helpless teenagers. And now I'm counting on me and you." She said, looking that no one stood at the door, she pulled out a switchblade "can't imagine you with a wand you bloke. Take this, we'll see each other tomorrow again." She leaned a bit closer to his ear whispering "If you're ready, of course, to get out of here" He looked up and caught her eyes as she lifted her hand mockingly saluting to him before walking out.

when Natasha De'angelis, let down her guard and made Natalia Romanova come forward again she didn't expect it ending in calling her best friend to let her know that tomorrow she would be arriving, not mentioning the guest she would bring along.