Hello, wonderful readers, I'm back. This is my first ever cross over fic. In this story, the point of view will change. Hermione will most likely be the main character. Due to her parentage, she is more sarcastic, but what do you expect with her new Dad? Sense this world is AU, many things will change. So all parings and deaths are fair game. This will be all 7 years of Hogwarts. I imagine this will be a very very long story. I will also be quoting the books. I always loved it when i read fics that did that. I can't wait until the world of hero's and magic collide.

Disclaimer: Still not J.K Rowling. Let me get the fluxweed this full moon, and maybe then.

Hermione awoke to the enticing smell of bacon. She smiled, curling back up under her covers. She loved it when her father made breakfast. Suddenly Hermione felt wide awake. Her father only made breakfast when it was a holiday or something happened, and today was certainly not her birthday. She gave a huge sigh. Whatever her dad did was not going to be pleasant. At least she could hold off for a while. Hermione pushed her blankets off her king sized bed. She walked quietly to the full sized bathroom, connected to her bedroom. Hermione turned the water on hot, in her marble tub. Her father took his time on breakfast anyway. The better to bribe her with. Hermione lathered herself quickly, before she could relax in the large bath. Too soon she got out, wrapping a fluffy towel around herself and her hair. On her bed, a new red schoolgirls dress lay, with a matching red bow, knee high white socks, and black Mary Janes. So today she was to appear innocent. Hermione changed into her clothes. She walked back into the bathroom, where she had left her straightener. Her usual bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes were reflected back at her, in the mirror. She was rather petite for an eleven year old, like a porcelain doll. In no time at all, her unmanageable hair was silky, smooth, and bow in the perfect place. In fact, it was almost illogical how quickly Hermione could get ready in the morning. If she wasn't a girl of science, she would almost say it was like magic. With that thought in mind, Hermione trudged into the kitchen, where her father was just finishing up breakfast. Pancakes, fresh fruit and bacon, already sat on the table. Her dad was scraping eggs onto a plate, setting those down as well. Hermione began to grow nervous. The last time he made a breakfast this big, he had been nearly killed.

"Father, what have you done?" Hermione tutted.

"Oh Hermione, you look lovely. Pepper, tell her how lovely she looks." Her dad said, ignoring her.

"Mum, what is going on?" Hermione asked, patiently. One was not the daughter of Tony Stark, without picking up patience. Though Pepper was not her mother biologically, she was as good as it. Tony was left Hermione, on his doorstep. She was what came out of a night he wasn't too careful, in England. Her biological mother wanted nothing to do with her. Hermione didn't mind, Tony had loved her right away. Pepper had too, so she was always mum to Hermione. That's why Hermione was so pleased when they were married, several years ago. Not only was it the right thing for their happiness, but it stopped the irksome flow of women that wore too much perfume and makeup.

"Tony." Pepper said, with warning. A heavy silence fell over the table. Hermione spied some papers on the middle of the table. She tried to snatch them, but her dad had gotten to them first.

"Jarvis, what are those?" Hermione asked, sweetly.

"Those appear to be admittance papers to a private school." Jarvis replied.

"I knew I shouldn't have installed him in here." Tony grumbled.

"Private school papers!" Hermione gasped.

"Now, your father and I knew you weren't going to take this well." Pepper said. Hermione raised her eyebrow.

"Why wouldn't I take this well? I've always wanted to go to school with ignorant children, whose intelligence doesn't hold a candle to mine." Hermione huffled.

"See, she's taking it rather well." Tony laughed.

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione questioned.

"Your mother and I have done some thinking. The new school year is coming up and it's time you had a bit of a childhood. You need to make some friends your own age." Tony said.

"Hey, it's not my fault you've never let me meet my cousins. Don't pretend I don't have any. I know Uncle Steve has at least mentioned a kid around my age. Anyway, I'm perfectly fine being home schooled." Hermione sniffed. It was true. Hermione was completely brilliant. Especially, when it came to science. She was always helping her father in what she liked to call, "his secret lair." She was definitely farther ahead then other kids her age. Hermione also spent a great deal traveling with her parents. It was mostly between Stark Industries main operations, New York and London. Hermione had barely spoken to children her own age.

"Hermione, you know your aunts and uncles are just close family friends. We don't want you kids to be forced to like each other, or to be mixed up in our issues. Maybe when you're older. " Pepper said, soothingly. Hermione resisted rolling her eyes.

"Afraid that all of us kids will decided to train for S.H.I.E.L.D?" Hermione scoffed.

"Of course not. It's not like you're reckless or impulsive." Tony said, smiling.

"And where do I get that from?" Hermione muttered.

"Well, I'm off to work. Someone has to keep this business afloat." Pepper said. She grabbed her lunch off the counter and kissed Tony. "Hermione, behave your self." Once Hermione knew Pepper was out the door, she turned to her father.

"Who's idea?" Hermione asked. She did not take her eyes off him, even when she finally began to eat breakfast.

"Both of ours, no need to interogate me." Tony said.

"You could train me now! I could be a real asset to the agency." Hermione gave him big, pleading eyes.

"Just what ever father wants, his daughter to follow in the footsteps of trained assassins." Hermione blushed, but held her ground.

"Come on, I don't have to be a field agent...right away." Tony rolled his eyes and continued on his breakfast.

"After New York last year, do you honestly think I'd allow it?" Hermione gave a huge sigh.

"I assume this dress is for a meeting with the head of the school?" Tony nodded and gave her a small grin.

"You know, we could try public school." Hermione gave a huge grin. "Just tell Pepper this came out of a large argument."

Hermione was washing the dishes, while her father sat in the living room. The arangement was usually, dad cooks and Hermione cleans. She didn't really mind all that much. At least she got out of private school. Hermione looked out the window, in though. Funny, it looked as though there was an oddly shaped creature coming toward their house. Being naturally curious, Hermione ran to the window. There was an owl, in broad daylight! It seemed to be carrying a letter.

"Uh Father!"

"Yes, 'Mione?"

"Is S.H.I.E.L.D using owls per chance?" Hermione quickly unlatched the window. The owl soared into the dinning room, ruffling its feathers importantly.

"No, who do I look like, Rogers? I think pigeons used to deliver messages in his time." Tony walked into the dinning room and froze in shock. "You said you saw the owl to, right?"

"Of course I did! The seal on the letter looks unfamiliar." Hermione looked thoughtful.

"I don't know where this could be from. S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't waste their time teaching dumb animals to deliver mail. We have technology now." The "dumb animal" in question gave an irritated hoot and bit Tony on his hand. Hermione rolled her eyes. This owl looked highly intelligent. Leave it to her father to assume all animals are stupid.

"Could it be Asgardian? This looks like something Uncle Thor would pull."

"Could be." Tony was looking at the letter, with the same expression as Hermione.

"Only one way to find out." Hermione promptly picked up the letter and set it on the scanner, built into a side table. "Jarvis, does this look familiar to you?"

"It matches nothing in my records." Jarvis said. Hermione picked it up, muttering her thanks. She saw the oddest purple seal. It looked like a crest of some sort. The back of her letter was written in the same color ink.
Hermione Jean Stark
The Kitchen
She dropped it, before she finished reading it.
"It knew where I'd be." Hermione's head was spinning from this. Suddenly a loud pop sounded in the room. An old man, wearing midnight blue robes adorned with golden stars, appeared from thin air. Hermione heard the familiar clatter of her dad's suit. Once the armor covered Tony, Hermione was pushed behind him.
"Oh way to be subtle, my hero." Hermione snorted. "He has no weapons, besides that stick, could be of Asgard."

"Anything could be a weapon. You should know that looks can be deceiving. He definitely isn't from Asgard. There was no flash of light, which usually happens when Mr. High and Mighty decides to show up."

"If I may interrupt, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I am headmaster of a school known as Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, kindly. He had a crooked nose, half moon spectacles, and piercing blue eyes that made Hermione feel as if he could see her soul.

"Hogwarts?" Hermione repeated.

"Yes. Now, it would be appreciated if you could lead me to your sitting room. You both may want to sit down for this." Dumbledore said. Hermione shrugged, ushering Dumbledore and her father into the living room.

"Father, take off that suit now." Hermione hissed. Tony reluctantly listened, but she knew he had sent a command to Jarvis to keep a close eye on Dumbledore. Better be safe than sorry.

"So, what exactly is Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

"Why don't you read that letter in your hand?" Dumbledore responded. Hermione complied, pulling out the thick parchment paper.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Stark,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

Hermione stared in utter shock. She silently handed the letter over to her father. It looked as if he had read over the letter several times.

"This isn't a joke, is it?" Tony said, weakly. Hermione gaped at him.

"Of course it is!" She retaliated.

"No one we know can joke like this. Well, maybe Quill, but I've only met him a handful of times.

"Sir, I would like some proof, before I believe a claim like this." Hermione said, firmly.

"Why, certainly." Dumbledore chuckled. He waved his stick and turned their coffee table into a pig and back.

"Oh my Gods. Father, is there any form of technology that can do that?" Hermione sputtered. Her father shook his head, for once at a loss of words.

"Do you have any questions?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione's brown eyes were twinkling.

"Loads. Why haven't I heard about magic before? How did I get magic, is it hereditary? Why did you deliver the letter by owl?" Hermione gushed. She cut herself off before she asked any more.

"The Wizarding world is a secret society set up with our own laws. We live away from muggles, which are non magic people. This is for our own and their protection. You are something called a muggleborn. This means you are a witch born to two non magic parents. We are still not quite sure how this happens. Other students can be half-bloods, the most common kind, which means they are born to one magic parent or their blood line is mixed between magic and muggle. Students can also be pure-bloods, which is someone born to an all magic family. Wizards have several methods of common communication. The only kind you need to know, at the time, is mail by owls." Dumbledore said.

"Mail by owls, that seems highly inefficient!" Hermione said.

"And a secret society? You are probably aware that my line of work is going to find where Hermione goes to school, correct?" Tony added.

"Not to worry, Mr. Stark, I am good friends with Nick Fury. Our secret is well protected by S.H.I.E.L.D. As for owl mail, owls can find any person, any where, at any time. They are highly intelligent and don't even need a mailing adress. It may be slower than muggle technology, but there are other ways to deliver mail in real time." Dumbledore said.

"I knew Fury had secrets on top of secrets." Tony said, looking at Hermione.

"Can you tell me about Hogwarts?" Hermione wondered.

" was founded many centuries ago by Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Hogwarts has four houses, one of which you will be sorted into, named after one of the founders." Dumbledore said.

"Sir, you said this is a school of magic, correct?" Hermione asked, timidly.

"I did, Miss Stark." Dumbledore said.

"Where is she going to get all her school supplies?" Tony asked, catching on. Dumbledore laughed warmly.

"I'm sure you're well acquainted with secret facilitates. You can get to it in London. I can lead you there." Dumbledore said.

"Well Hermione, is this what you want?" Tony asked. Hermione beamed at him.

"You know my weakness. This is an opportunity to learn things that even you don't know. I could never pass this up." Hermione said. She found this whole situation ironic. She got out of one private school, just to go to another one.

Hermione was used to attracting attention on the streets. Her father was a famous hero and eyes following them was a given. However, Hermione wasn't used to the odd looks that Dumbledore seemed to attract. Dumbledore had lead them to the grubby shop, called The Leaky Cauldron. Hermione had passed it many times before. Tony gave her an odd look.

"Why are we stopped here?" Tony asked. His eyes seemed to pass right over it.

"Can't you see it?" Hermione asked, unsurely. She had an odd feeling that only Dumbledore and her could see it.

"What am I looking at?" Tony wondered, looking baffled.

"Don't be alarmed, only wizards can see The Leaky Cauldron. This keeps muggles from accidentally wandering into our world." Dumbledore said, reassuringly.

"So you expect me to walk into a strange place I can't see?" Tony grumbled. Hermione grabbed his hand, pulling him through the door.

"It didn't stop you from your night time escapades." Hermione smirked. Tony looked scandalous. Inside was an average looking pub. Well, mostly average. A broom was sweeping itself in the corner and a rag was cleaning some goblets.

"Anything to drink, Albus?" Tom the bartender asked.

"Nothing at the moment Tom, I'm just escorting a new Hogwarts student." Dumbledore replied, cheerfully.

"Welcome, you should have a great time at Hogwarts." Tom said, giving a grin that showed his multiple missing teeth. Dumbledore lead them to the back, he tapped several bricks on the wall. A stone archway opened up.

"Please tell me you can see this, father." Hermione gasped.

"This is hard to miss." Tony said.

"Once you're through the bar, the enchantment lifts." Dumbledore said, helpfully. The group walked through the archway, successfully leaving the muggle world. "This is where I leave you. The first thing you are going to want to do is go to Gringotts Bank. There you can exchange your muggle money into wizard coins. Other than that, follow your school supply list and remember to catch the train at platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station, on September 1st. You must go straight through the walll between platforms 9 and 10. A running start seems to help. Good luck Miss Stark." Dumbledore said.

"Wait, Sir. I was wondering if I could go by a different last name. At least, until I get adjusted in the school." Hermione asked.

"Of course, just mention it to Professor McGonagall when you feel the time is right." Dumbledore said. With a swish of his cloak, he disappeared in the crowd.

"What a character. Thost his mother know, he wearith her drapes?" Tony snickered.

"Oh grow up, dad." Hermione scoffed. Gringotts was a large white building, with bronze doors. At the front of the building, there was a peculiar creature. Hermione didn't have time to think of what it was because her father was already ushering her inside. There were more of those strange, hostile, looking creatures.

"Well, I'm going to talk to one of those things at the front desk. Why don't you take a look at your school list?" Hermione nodded her head. She pulled the envelope out of her purse and took out the second piece of parchment.



First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please not that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad


This was the most extraordinary school list Hermione had ever seen (not like she had seen any before this). She had read through the list several times by the time Tony had come back over. He carried a large sack of money, where coins jingled merrily.

"Father, can I please have an owl? They're very useful." Hermione gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

"No, you have a Jarvis. At least he'll look out for you." Hermione knew the only reason Jarvis would go would be to spy on her. Her father's trust in her was resounding. As soon as they were out in the street, it was hard to think at all. There was just so much. Tony pulled Hermione to the nearest window. On desplay was a sleak broomstick. Hermione could see the name Nimbus Two Thousand etched into the handle.

"Dad is that a magic broom?" Hermione stared at it, in wonder.

"No Hermione, its most definitely a broom for sweeping."

"We should get my uniform first." Hermione stood on tiptoes looking for anything that could resemble a clothing shop. Tony, who was significantly taller, had already seen Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"I'm going to take a look around. Stay here until I get back. That means don't leave the shop, understand?" There went all the loopholes. Not that Hermione wanted to leave on her own. She didn't want to get lost in an entirely different world.

"I understand." Hermione entered the shop on her own. A squat witch greeted her.

"I'm Madam Malkin. Hogwarts, I assume?" Madam Malkin said. Hermione stood on a stool, while Madam Malkin pinned up her robes. Hermione heard the tinkle of a bell. She saw a second witch, wearing the shop's uniform of mauve robes, hurry to great the customer. A girl with a face like a pug tool the stool next to Hermione.

"I'm Pansy, Pansy Parkinson." Pansy said. Hermione resisted the urge to comment on her James Bond like way of naming herself.

"Pleasure." Hermione said, stiffly.

"What house do you think you're going to be sorted into? I'm going to be in Slytherin. My whole family was." Hermione fidgeted nervously. This was her first time in a situation where she felt behind others her age.

"I'm not sure. Maybe you can tell me about the houses. I know there are 4 of them." Pansy wrinkled her nose distastefully.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Hermione... Granger." Granger seemed to work.

"I don't recognize that surname." Hermione didn't know what she said that changed this girls demeanor. Granted, she hadn't really spoken to others her age before.

"I don't know how you would."

"All pure-bloods know others of their status."

"Oh, that must be because I'm muggle born. This place is fascinating, isn't it?" Hermione beamed at Pansy. Her smile quickly dropped, when she saw the look on Pansy's face. It looked as if Pansy swallowed a lemon. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course you wouldn't think that, seeing as you're one of them and all."

"Pardon? One of what?" Hermione was getting a bad feeling about this girl.

"A spawn of one of those savages. Your kind shouldn't even be allowed in Hogwarts. You probably have less magic than a squib." Hermione wasn't sure what Pansy meant by squib, but she knew it was meant as offensive. Hermione glared at her. "What, has it lost its tongue?"

"No, why bother? Natural selection can take its course."

"You're all set dear." Madame Malkin said, oblivious to the girl's tension.

"Thank you." Hermione said. Tony came in just in time to pay for her robes and cloak. He handed Madame Malkin some funny looking coins.

"Hey 'Mione, what's wrong?" Tony asked.

"Nothing, why don't we get my wand now. I've been looking forward to it." Hermione replied, giving a small smile. The pair walked for a while, until they reached the last shop. It was a bit shabby and there was peeling gold letters on the door that said Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

"Looks like the least magical place we've been." Hermione had to agree. For all the flashy shops she saw before, this one looked almost normal. Hermione pushed open the door. A bell tinkled and Tony sat in the sole chair. Inside the shop Hermione could feel the thrumming if magic. She should have known better than to judge this place by looks.

"Welcome." An old man said. Hermione shook his hand. His pale eyes made her slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you Mr. Ollivander?" Hermione asked.

"Indeed I am. I don't believe I have seen you nor your family before. Who are you?" Ollivander said, in his quiet voice.

"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said. Tony raised his eyebrow. Hermione gave him a look that screamed, it was the best I could come up with. "Will that be a problem?"

"Why would it be, Miss Granger?" Ollivander said.

"I met this girl that told me because I was a muggle born, I shouldn't be allowed to go to Hogwarts. I mean, I guess it makes sense. Someone with two magic parents should have more magic than someone without any." Hermione said, thoughtfully.

"Your parentage has nothing to do with the magic you have. Magic flows through you. A wand is used to channel your power. You are just as magical and deserving as anyone else." Ollivander said. "Now, which is your wand arm?"

"My right one." She saw Mr. Ollivander raise his own wand. A tape measure began measuring her of its own accord.

"Maple wood, 13 inches, and a core of unicorn tail hair. Each Ollivander wand uses a core of dragon heart string, phoenix feather, or unicorn hair." He handed Hermione the wand. No sooner had she touched the wand, he had taken it away. After some time she had a pile of half a dozen wands.

"Try this one, vine wood, 10 3/4 inches, core of dragon heart string. It is bendy and excellent for both charm work and Transfiguration." As soon as Hermione touched the wand, a warmth traveled through her. This felt like an extension of her arm. Nothing had ever felt more right. Golden sparks shot out of the end. Ollivander and Tony both clapped.

"Congratulations on your wand. Treat it well. After all, the wand does choose the wizard." Hermione handed Ollivander 7 Galleons for her wand and continued on her way.

"So you're a real witch now. Mind turning Captain Righteousness into a toad?" Tony laughed.

"I'm not exactly sure how it works." Hermione replied.

"Why don't you tell me what happened in Madame Malkins and I'll get you an ice-cream for it."

"...and she told me that they shouldn't let my kind in Hogwarts!" The whole story came out through the time it took her to finish her hot fudge sundae.

"Kids are cruel no matter where you go 'Mione."

"Why did you want me to go in a place full of them then?"

"Because the world is full of evil. Sometimes you will find good." Tony blanched. "Oh great, I sound like your mother."

"Well thanks mum. That actually helped."

"Good, because that is not happening again. If we hurry and pick up the rest of your school things, we can get some shawarma."

Please review. I would like to hear some ideas or criticism.