A story that unites the worlds of ‘Thor’ and 'Harry Potter’.
- Loki is after an object that was hidden in a certain Midgardian castle. It will not be easy to succeed this time.-
An old woman was nervously pacing around her circular office, waiting for something. Her fidgeting hands continued to fix her dust-coloured hair and her dark green dress. Her eyes couldn’t help but send occasional glances to the closed wooden door.
Suddenly a decise knock made her stop with a gasp. She definitely turned to the door after having fixed her dress for the last time. She raised her head with a renewed courage.
“Come in” she said, her voice was incredibly firm.
The door opened and in came a stocky man who was a little bit shorter than her, his hair was long to his shoulder and grey as a cloudy sky. One of his eyes was blind, the other bright blue. He wore a long vermillion cloack above a dark armor. A sceptre was tightly held in his fist. There was a small man next to him, he wore an armor too but it was nothing compared to his lord’s, he was a guard.
“Odin” greeted the woman.
“Minerva” he greeted back “We meet, after all.”
“Our meeting isn’t good. This is going to put our school in great danger.”
“You want to protect your students, it’s admirable. I want to protect the Universe” Odin said looking at the woman right in the eyes.
“Just why Hogwarts? You know nine realms with the biggest of secrets and yet you choose a poor castle with innocent children.”
“This castle happens to be not that poor. Your words and worries are legit. Though I made my calculations and this is the safest place I know” he approached the woman with a couple of steps and lifted an eyebrow, pointing his only eye right into Minerva’s. “I thought we had an agreement.”
Minerva didn’t reply this time and Odin turned his gaze to a big picture, hung on the wall. It portrayed an old man with long white hair and beard, peacefully sleeping on his throne.
“Albus Dumbledore,” he said “My farthest cousin.”
“This school was what he cared most of” Minerva whispered.
“When did it happen?” he asked, turning to the woman “His death.”
“Several years ago” she simply answered.
“Did he suffer?”
“No. He died by his own choosing.”
“I took this agreement with him, in the past, that in case of need, the castle would have helped. And this is the case. You’re a wise woman, Minerva. Trust me, if you trusted him.”
The woman sighed silently and looked at the sleeping Dumbledore of the picture. A good minute passed before she spoke again.
“I know where to hide it,” she finally concessed “Only those who know the castle well enough and do know how to ask for it, will be able to find it. This means, that as long as this is kept secret from students and teachers, it will be lost. It might have never existed.”
He opened his eyes again. That was enough. The guard laid at his feet, his gaze was pleading for mercy, but he had lost too much blood already. Life left him silently.
He surpassed him and kept walking with a determined expression, while a smirk formed on his thin lips.
He looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken.
“Harry,” she said timidly, “Don’t you see? This… This is exactly why we need you … We need to know what it’s r-really like… Facing him … Facing V… Voldemort.”
It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort’s name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry.
[Feminism]’s not about us convincing you that gender equality is worth engaging in only because there might be something in it for you, or in it for your sister or your mother. The question is, what’s in it for humans? Happier, healthier, more successful children? Being able to take proper paternity leave and see your baby? Being able to talk to someone if you’re feeling shit? Actually getting to be yourself? Getting asked out by a woman? Better sex? A marriage that is a true partnership? More diverse and interesting perspectives in art, culture, business and politics? Getting to crowdsource all the innovation and genius in the world, not just half of it? A highly increased number of safe, confident and fulfilled people on the planet, particularly women? World peace? Seriously. World peace!
“You may be young in years, but your heart is as shriveled as an old maid’s, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave.” “Have I said something?” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)