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Mistakes

{Mistakes are normal to make - Mistakes are what make us humans - Without making mistakes you don't learn - We all make mistakes - A person who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new - Don't be ashamed by your mistakes, they only prove that you try harder and never give up - We learn from failure, not from success - Tell my mistakes to me, not to others, because my mistakes are to be corrected by me, not others}

{I thought of giving you some quotes about mistakes due to the chapters name :) O_o}

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*Harry's POV*

I woke up to the sun shining with full force on my face. Ugh. If I was a vampire, I would have an excuse for not having to see the sun and for sleeping in. I wish I was a vampire. Why am I even thinking this?

I looked around the room. Not any room, but mine. How did I end up here? The only bit that I remember from last night was Wanda and me kissing, her being Teddy's new mother, her choking Pietro and then... Oh! That makes sense now. I looked at my side and saw Peter. Aw. He looks so cute. I ask FRIDAY to take a photo before waking him up. He looked around confused like a puppy. His eyes then fell on me. He grinned and gave me a bone crushing hug. 

"You missed me, huh?" I teased him.

"Don't ever do that again," he muttered against my chest.

I pulled him away, a serious look on my face, "Do what again kiddo?"

He looked at me with a face that clearly said are-you-really-asking-me-this, "Please don't go near Wanda again, she nearly killed you. I was so scared," 

"Peter," I started, how the hell do I tell a fifteen year old that I still love that woman? "Yes, I won't act as if she nearly killed me because she did, but it was an accident. I still love her and nothing can change that. I'm just asking you to warm up a bit with her. I'm not asking you to call her Mama, or for you to open up to her completely or for you to apologise immediately. But please don't do anything to make her sad,"

He then looked away guiltily. I knew that look. Every innocent person has that look when you tell them not to do something but you told them too late.

"Peter, please tell me you didn't," I begged him. He just looked away and left my room, because he did. I knew he was trying to protect me, but I was still slightly mad at him.

I tried to get up, but my legs weren't having any of it. I summoned my Fire Bolt and mounted it. I flew to Wanda's room, ignoring the confused glances that people shot at me. I had to go there as quickly as possible, before anything would go wrong. 

I stopped right in front of her door. It was made out of a nice brown colour. The door had been painted as if a red light was surrounding her name on it, levitating it. I knocked on the door several times, but she only answered with sobs. So I used a simple but useful spell my dear friend Hermione taught us on our first year.

"Alohomora!" the door's lock unlocked and I entered quietly, not wanting to startle her. It was much easier as I wasn't walking but the broom's noise swishing in the air must have given away my position. 

"Wha-what are you-you doin-g here?" she sobbed, her hands hiding her face.

"Peter kinda told me what happened between you both while I was resting," Harry sat next to her, with great difficulty due to the fact that his legs weren't moving yet, "And I came here to apologise,"

"But you-you didn't d-do any-thing wr-wrong!" poor Wanda, she sobbed even harder.

"Peter is my son, he is my responsibility. Plus, I should've been more careful," I gave her a little smile, showing her that I didn't care that she hurt me.

She whipped her eyes with the sleeves of a red and gold hoodie. It was very familiar...

"Is that my quidditch hoodie?" I smirked at her.

It had 'POTTER' written at the back with the number '7' underneath. All this in big golden letters. {Imagine the Gryffindor quidditch sweater but as a hoodie}

I smirked at her when she started to blush and stutter a response I couldn't quite catch. 

"Keep it, I've got plenty. Plus, I won't play for Gryffindor again, I finish school,"

She brightened up instantly. She stood up and held her hand for me to hold and to stand up. I shook my head slowly at her, a sad smile on my lips. I grabbed my broom and pulled a leg over it, it still was pretty hard. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. A single tear rolled down her pale cheeks. I hovered next to her and smiled comfortingly at her.

"It's not your fault, okay?"

I separated her hands from her mouth and held them in mine. 

"Don't blame yourself, it will kill you from the inside," I lifted her on to the broom behind me, "Hold on tight, we'll fly to the living room and explain everything, okay love?"

She nodded her head and wrapped her arms around my waist tightly, covering her face with my back. I flew a bit slower than usual, not wanting to scare her too much.

*Wanda's POV*

When we arrived at the living room, there were a few Avengers there. There was Steve, Tony, Peter, Harley, Pietro, Clint, Natasha and Bucky. Harry helped me off the broom. He was about to drop himself on the couch when I had a better idea. I used my powers to levitate him and gently put him on the couch.

"Thanks Wans, that makes it much easier," he gave me a thankful smile and patted the space next to him.

I sat there and held his hand, fidgeting with his fingers. To say I was nervous was the biggest understanding of the century. I was sitting in a room full of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes next to the person I love, who I nearly killed. 

"Pops, why are you sitting with her? She hurt you!" Peter glared at me, making me tense up.

"Peter, in this world there aren't only good and bad people. I'm going to tell you what my godfather told me. The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. Death Eaters are like Hydra for you guys," he looked very serious, but his eyes looked sad, like if they were longing for something. 

"But she did bad things," Wow really?! I hadn't noticed! No shit Sherlock!

"We've all done bad things for the greater good. I'm not saying that what Wanda did was for a good cause, because it wasn't. But when someone plays around with someone else's emotions, especially if those emotions are about something personal, that person is provoked and isn't fully aware of their actions. When Bruce's heart rate speeds up because of excitement or anger, the Hulk appears. When I get angry, I become the sassiest, most violent with words and actions, unsupportable, unbearable and unstoppable person. You will see I've got very severe anger and trust issues,"

"So you're saying that she lost control because someone played around with her emotions, making her angry?" Peter tilted his head to one side, looking like a confused puppy.

Harry nodded his head, happy that his son understood, "And imagine if she was going through her period, that would make her more vulnerable with her emotions," he told him.

I blushed slightly, how did he know? Peter's eyes widened and he rushed to my side, hugging me tightly. "I'm so sorry Wanda! I wasn't thinking properly because I was so scared because Pops was hurt and Teddy was crying so much, which made me cry and-"

"Don't worry Peter, it's all forgotten. And where's my son?" I cut him off.

Pietro came to me, holding a sleeping Teddy. Teddy's hair had changed to an exact copy of his uncle's. White with black roots. I told him that he could stay with Teddy for a while, which he grinned and thanked me. 

"Is there a way to get your legs fixed?" I asked Harry. I felt so bad and I was willing to do anything.

His expression darkened slightly and his smile drooped.