On that fateful Halloween night, Lily and James survived while Voldemort apparently 'marked' Harry Potter as his equal.
Aria Potter, twin sister of the boy-who-lived was proclaimed a squib, abandoned by her family and given to the care of the Dursl...
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That morning, the room was suffocating with tension.
Tony paced in front of the long oak table, the heels of his shoes striking the stone floor of the Scotland mansion like gunfire.
Every few seconds, he'd stop , look at the faces gathered around him—his people—and then start pacing again.
"We're wasting time," he muttered under his breath, jaw clenching hard enough it hurt.
Every minute wasted was another minute of not knowing where his daughter was.
Steve stood near the window, arms crossed tightly across his broad chest, his blue eyes unreadable but the muscle in his jaw ticking. Beside him, Bucky leaned with his metal shoulder against the wall, scowling fiercely at the ground like he wanted to punch it into rubble.
Natasha sat at the table, fingers steepled in front of her mouth, calculating outcomes at a million miles an hour.
Clint was beside her, chewing the inside of his cheek, his hand tapping an unconscious rhythm on the table with a pen. Bruce had a tablet pulled up, but he wasn't reading it. His glasses slid down his nose as he rubbed his forehead to try sooth the ever growing stress.
And Peter—
Peter was restless.
He sat hunched in a chair too big for him, his hands wringing themselves over and over in his lap. His foot tapped nervously under the table. Every once in a while, he looked to Tony, then to the door.
"Okay," The man finally barked, raking both hands down his face. "We're not going to find her standing around playing Guess Who. We need a plan. A real one."
"So far Hogwarts is our biggest lead." Natasha said simply, voice razor-sharp.
"Last time we were there, that old bastard was practically salivating," Clint muttered, leaning on the back of his chair. "I've seen politicians obsessed with power. This was no different."
Dumbledore&Co saw something in Aria that they thought they could exploit.
Not on Tony's watch.
"She's not a lab rat," Peter growled suddenly, fists clenched so tight the knuckles were bloodless.
Different pairs of eyes glanced toward the teen.
"So what's the plan?"
Tony threw his arms up. "I had a plan. Or I would've. Y'know, if our friendly neighborhood time wizard hadn't dropped off the fucking grid!"
"No answer from Strange?" Steve asked again, though he already knew.
Bruce shook his head. "None."
"And the Asgardians?" Natasha looked to Wanda, who had already tried reaching through her connections.
