Bee Romanoff REPOST

Avengers Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Marvel. Those belong to J.K. Rowling (ugh) and... someone? I'm too lazy to look it up. 

[A/N: Yes, I am finally reposting it! The chapters might be slightly (ok, a lot) larger, though. Plus, finally found the actress I've been picturing as Bee in my head this whole time: Taylor Swift. (Yes, I am a hardcore Swiftie, thank you very much.)]

God, Harry missed his sister.

He could see her every time he closed his eyes. The freckles on the back of her hand and the way she tugged on one of her dark brown curls when she was trying not to laugh and when she actually did, the way she threw back her head and the sound rang in the air. He could remember the excitement in her emerald-green eyes, so like his own, when the two went to Diagon Alley for the first time and the way she bought piles and piles of books, almost too many for them to carry, every time they were in Flourish and Blotts. Her smile.

How long had it been since he'd seen that smile? Even when she'd been around, when was the last time she'd smiled at him or even near him?

There were bad memories, too. The way he ignored her in class or at meals in the Great Hall, when they'd promised each other they'd be inseparable at school. Never inviting her to hang out with him and Ron and Hermione, or have tea with Hagrid, or join him on his frequent (and admittedly dangerous) adventures.

How could he ignore his twin sister?

He knew why, actually. Because she'd worn green and silver. Because she lived in the dungeon under the lake. Because, somehow, they were so fundamentally different inside that the Sorting Hat had decided they couldn't be together at all.

Except that the Sorting Hat had given him the option to be in Slytherin, and he'd chosen Gryffindor, because that was the right choice, wasn't it?

Beatrice hadn't thought it was the right choice, and that may have been what scared Harry most of all.

That was why he tried to pretend. That she didn't exist. That they weren't related. Gradually, he decreased their opportunities for conversation, then their opportunities for even seeing each other at all. He tried any way he could to cut her out of his life.

It was so easy to not notice when he stopped seeing her at all.

Harry had tried blocking it out, but he'd analyzed every moment of that month when she began to slip away. He stopped seeing her around campus, then she stopped coming to meals. She came only to class, looking pale and sickly. This was all during Harry's fourth year, back when he wouldn't have noticed that something was wrong even if they had been speaking, because he was so busy with that blasted tournament.

The Saturday before she disappeared, her roommates reported that she never even went out into the common room. On Sunday, she wouldn't get out of her bed. That Monday, she never showed up to any of her classes at all.

Gone. She was just gone. Harry had thought Voldemort might have taken her, which was the driving force behind his defeat of Voldemort at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries at the end of his fifth year with no deaths. But he never found her, and thorough interrogations of all the Death Eaters revealed they never had her.

Harry felt horrifically guilty. It wasn't even Voldemort. He knew it was his fault, that he'd driven her away. Some of the most skilled Aurors in Great Britain looked for Beatrice all through his sixth year. Halfway through his seventh year, two and a half years after she disappeared, they were forced to give up.

Now Harry was graduating from Hogwarts. Huh. With Voldemort around, he figured he'd never make it to graduation, but he somehow had, miraculously. Sirius was out there in the crowd (he'd been pardoned a while back), beaming at him. Remus and Nymphadora were there with their son. But all Harry wanted was Beatrice there, graduating too.