Minerva tapped the large iron gates that guarded Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to find seven individuals standing in a loose semicircle before her. The fact that four of them wore hoods or masks that covered either their entire faces or only part of it simply made her sigh.
"These are your friends, Mister Potter?" she asked the man in the blue-grey cloak that she recognised.
"Yes, Professor," Potter's unmistakable voice replied.
Once again, she raked her eyes over the group. The fact that one of the unmasked men clearly carried weapons, judging by the sheath of arrows on his back and another simply carried a large metal muggle case, while a third carried one of the largest hammers that she'd ever seen worried her slightly. But then, the others were masked, and one, the only female, clearly had a tail of all things.
"They are muggles?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am, well, most of them, that's why I asked for the pendants," Harry replied.
"Hmm. Very well," she finally conceded. "You may enter, but be warned, Mister Potter, I will not tolerate any tomfoolery any more than I did when you were a student."
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied.
"Tomfoolery?" the man in the muggle suit asked, amusement clear in his voice. "You been holding out on us, Gandalf? I want the stories."
"Later, Tony," Harry sighed and Minerva smiled a small smile.
Yes, there were many stories that one could tell about Harry Potter, although not as many amusing ones as there were for his father and his friends.
"Is there a reason that so many of you are concealing your faces?" she asked as they began the trek towards the castle.
"The good that we can do in the … non-magical world would be greatly reduced if people knew who we were," the one in the dark red suit replied. "And I understand that you have a large number of students with ties to the non-magical world who attend here."
"Not to mention that when we're wearing these suits, we're rather recognisable and famous," the one in the red and blue body suit replied.
"Gotta love those fangirls," the one called 'Tony' remarked wistfully.
"Aren't you practically engaged?" the girl asked.
"I am not," Tony replied vehemently, then, after a beat, added, "and Pepper doesn't mind me looking, just so long as I don't touch."
"You just keep telling yourself that, Stark," the archer chuckled. "Maybe one day she won't smack you around the back of the head for 'looking'."
"Is that where you went to school?" the red and blue one gasped as they rounded the bend and Hogwarts came into sight.
"Yep," a proud-sounding Harry replied and Minerva preened at the awed looks the ancient castle was eliciting.
"Damn sight better than Midtown," the red and blue one stated.
"Sure is," the girl agreed.
As they continued their walk, Harry pointed out various features of the castle and grounds to his friends – Gryffindor Tower, the Astronomy Tower, Hagrid's Hut, the Black Lake, the Quidditch Pitch. Questions and comments washed over and around the Headmistress and she listened as a new group of people – these ones decidedly not first years – saw the castle for the first time.
The group had barely entered through the great oaken doors when a young missile with electric blue hair gave an excited shout before leaping down the last half dozen steps of the Grand Staircase and practically flew at Harry.
"Heya, Teddy," Harry laughed, catching the boy and giving him a massive hug.
Teddy broke off the hug rather quickly as he noted the group standing around, smiling at the two. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Finally, he found his voice.
"Is that … is that the Avengers?" he asked.
The fact that Mister Lupin's voice was filled with awe and disbelief confirmed to Minerva that these people were special. It wasn't until every other muggle-born or muggle-raised student froze where they were, staring, before rushing towards the group that she finally had an inkling as to what this group might mean to the muggle world.
"Yep!" Harry said proudly. "What sort of godfather would I be if I didn't bring them here and introduce them to you as soon as they were in the country?"
Somehow, Teddy tore his eyes from the group to stare up at Harry, a grin wide enough to nearly split his face in half and his eyes shining excitedly. After lunging at Harry and giving him the strongest, briefest hug possible, Teddy stepped forward, hand out to the muggle carrying the case.
"Hi! I'm Teddy Lupin. I know who you are: Iron Man," Teddy said.
"Nice to meet you, kid; call me Tony," Tony replied, shaking the boy's hand.
"And you're Thor," Teddy said, moving on to the large man with the hammer.
Minerva blanched and wondered if her hearing was going. Thor? As in the Norse God of Thunder? Surely, she was mistaken.
"Young Seidhr, it is an honour to make your acquaintance," Thor said. "Tales of your godfather are sung in the very halls of Asgard."
"Wow!" Teddy said, staring back at Harry for a second before moving on.
"You can call me, Clint," the archer said.
"Sure thing, Mister Hawkeye, Sir," Teddy said, making Minerva groan at the boy's mischievous streak making an appearance.
Clint, though, didn't seem to mind, simply reaching out and messing up Teddy's hair with a laugh.
Teddy turned to the last three uncertainly before glancing back at Harry.
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