Hello everyone! Harry is a girl in this named Jasmine. The story starts around mid may of 2011, which is when I've decided Captain America was found for plot reasons. In addition, some of the creative ideas for different things involved in the interactions between Jasmine and the Avengers were inspired by things I've seen online, like fake text posts and things like that, so I don't necessarily deserve all the credit for those. However, all of the interactions between Jasmine and the Agents (which you will understand as soon as I publish chapter two) are completely mine; I came up with them while I was bored doing work. If you want to use the ideas, just let me know in a pm so I can go check it out in your story! Thanks, lots of love ~ Auna.

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO HARRY POTTER OR THE MARVEL AVENGERS.

A few months after I arrived at the orphanage, with a new name and no family, The Nurse appeared. An interesting character, The Nurse: always accompanied by clicking heels and incessant muttering, and she was stuck with her unfortunate nickname simply because she neglected to tell me what her name really was.

From what I could gather, outcast as I was from the other children, The Nurse was here to adopt a child for some statistical purpose, something about British accents.

When she arrived, she stormed inside with quick click clacks right up to the door to the Matron's office– the Matron also doesn't have a name, but that's because no one knows what it is, rather than from any chosen silence to the subject– to demand a brief visitation with every child in the orphanage.

And so we were all shoved into the kitchen to wait for our chance to chat with the newest celebrity. I sat in the corner with my book, fresh from the library that morning, and read away from the other kids. The angle of my seat allowed me to see The Nurse's anxious fidgets every time the door swung open to let the next kid into the sitting room. I cataloged each swivel of her restless eyes, the shifts in her seat or the straightening of her clothes and hair. Her perfectly set hair and clothes.

None of the kids who went in came back out through the kitchen, although they wouldn't have spoken to me besides, and by the time I'm called in last, The Nurse is visibly haggard. Her hair is falling from its twist, likely from all the tugging.

As I close the door, I ask her, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine, you're just the last one in the last orphanage, I have to get this…" She natters on, mumbling enough that I can barely understand her. I sit in the chair across from her, book clenched tightly between my hands, and fit the urge to fidget when her eyes land and stick on my boots. My most prized possession, at the moment.

Aunt Petunia bought them brand new for me the week before she dragged me by the hair into the car and kicked me out on the steps of the orphanage with papers that gave me the wrong name, one that kept me from being traced back to her.

I had lied to the Matron when I told her I didn't know my family's address.

But Aunt Petunia's final gift had turned out to be more than just a nice pair of shoes: the boots were the perfect place for hiding things in, when I stole them from people's pockets. I've noticed a particular proclivity for ignoring any suspicious activity whenever I give the right smile.

I answer all of the Nurse's questions as politely as I can manage (although my opinion of her intelligence is steadily dropping), and when she asks me to tell her a story I use my words to carefully weave a vision of a little girl playing with her older brothers in a field. She doesn't seem to notice that it's the same story as the one in the picture book I'm currently holding.

I tell her I'm about eight years old, although I'm not positive, which is a total lie because I know I'm exactly seven years and nine months (Dudley never did let me forget that, and if not for his constant reminders I would have thought he couldn't count).

The Nurse shows up the next day in the same nurse's outfit, hair tidied again, and I tell her that my name is Sophie Evans (Unlike her, I'm not unobservant: I know exactly what my Aunt told the orphanage, including my name and age). I tell her my Aunt and Uncle hadn't wanted me, so they left me here just a few months before she showed up.

Another whispered conversation with the Matron, a tall man with a bald head and an eyepatch wearing a long black coat with lots of pockets full of goodies, and I'm on a plane to somewhere.

The tall man, Mr. Pirate Spy (for he looks like a pirate with his eyepatch and a spy with his outfit) is strange, and he didn't seem to want to talk to me. Luckily he takes to completely ignoring me whenever I 'accidentally' veer into him. On the plane I'm seated next to an older balding man with thin lips and suspicious eyes that sits very still and very silent.

After sitting and looking out the window for a while, and then spending a while longer flipping through the magazines in front of me, I turn and poke him.

"What's your name?"

"Agent Coulson," is his soft, if slightly stiff reply, and he turns his head away from me and toward the ceiling as if I'm nothing to him. Which is absolutely false because I overheard Mr. Pirate Spy tell him explicitly that I was his number one priority when we got on the plane and I snatched something from Mr. Pirate Spy's pocket.

I decide to call my neighbor Mr. Cou Cou, because he sounds slightly crazy and also because I like it better than Coulson.

I spend the rest of the flight practicing all the funny positions the people in the card make according to what accident the plane is getting into.

When we land, wherever that is, Mr. Cou Cou disappears and the Nurse and Mr. Pirate Spy stuffed me into a dark car with tinted windows. They refuse to answer any of my questions and helpfully turn to look away from me whenever I touch them to try and garner their attentions. If my foot is really itchy, they take no notice. Amateurs. My head is starting to hurt from all the eye rolling.

The car ride is long and when we finally pull over we find ourselves in front of a large building that looks nearly almost like an airplane hangar, but not quite. The inside is even more like an airplane hangar, although it is empty of airplanes and instead features a large wooden construct. The funny box is in the middle of the room and seems to serve no purpose, but I'm distracted when the Nurse grabs my arm and tugs me over to a table covered in lots of bags.

The Nurse braids my hair neatly (so neatly in fact that I'm stunned into silence when she's finished and shows me in a little mirror), and tries to dress me in a little white dress right in the middle of the room crawling with strange people. I take the dress and go off to the bathroom, which also helps me to keep my boots and everything I've stuffed in them. When I return, dressed and primped, The Nurse kneels in front of me and puts her hands on my shoulders to tell me that if I can get 'the man inside the room' not to run away and to instead sit down for five whole minutes, she will bring us both hot chocolate. She then hands me a small black stick that fits in my hand and instructs me to press the button on it if I feel like I'm in danger. Nobody lets me ask any questions before I'm shoved through a door on the weird wooden box in the middle of the airplane hanger.

Inside the box is something that looks like a hospital room from the nineteen forties or fifties maybe, with a simulated window on one side. There's a radio playing on a small dresser, something about a game called "baseball", and on the opposite side of the room is a small chair. Right in the middle is a hospital bed. Sitting in the bed is a blond haired blue eyed man dressed in a white T-shirt and khaki pants.

I walk, watching him curiously, and sit myself neatly on the chair placing the button on the table beside me. He stares back at me with hard, suspicious eyes.

"Who are you?" He asks, tone just as suspicious. I ignore the tightening of his hands on the side of the bed with a practiced ease: Uncle Vernon did nearly the same thing, at least when we were out in public, and that always meant the punishment would come later. I am safe for now.

"My name is Jasmine Lily Potter," I spread my skirt out over my knees and note my slightly chipped nails, "and I am a seven year old orphan who was, as of yesterday, in an orphanage in downtown London. However," I look back up at the man, "I think the question you're really trying to ask is what I am doing here?" He furrows his brows but seems to relax slightly, his hands no longer clenching the bed quite so harshly. I allow my face to show my confusion as well, and take a moment to look around the room. "And the answer to that question, I'm afraid, is that I'm really not quite sure. As I said, yesterday I was all the way back in London in an orphanage, and the next thing I know I'm somehow on an airplane. The only reason I know I'm in America is because of the accents of the two ladies I heard conversing when I snuck off to the lavatory."

He doesn't seem much more relaxed when I turn back to him, and I frown, tilting my head to the side so my brain falls over my shoulder. "What's the matter?"

Instead of answering the question, he nods to the safety button on the table next to me.

"What's that?" I look at the little stick with a button on one end and shrug.

"It's a safety button. I'm supposed to push it if I feel unsafe." The man stiffens at my response and glares at the button as he answers.

"So they think I'm going to hurt you?" He sounds angry, but strangely enough I don't find myself scared. I shrug again and purse my lips slightly, pondering.

"I'm not sure. I think they just want me to be safe."

"Hydra wouldn't care about a child's safety…" The man mutters under his breath, and I can barely hear it. I make a note to do some more looking into this Hydra stuff later. He turns to stare hard at the radio for a moment before turning back to me, his eyes a little more trusting. "The game they're playing, it's from May of 1941. I should know. I was there." My eyes widen and my jaw drops.

"You were alive in 1941 and you still look like that?"

He frowns and looks down at himself, mock offended. "I don't look that bad, do I? You'll have to forgive me for not dressing up to meet you, ma'am. I'm not the one that picked this out." I giggle, pressing my fingers to my mouth for a moment, before he begins to rise.

"Oh no, please don't! I think it would be best if we both remained seated, sir." He freezes, looking at me with some suspicion in his eyes, but slowly lowers himself back down.

"Why would that be?" His voice is hard, and it isn't really a question. I blush and tuck my chin down.

"The Nurse promised hot chocolate for the both of us if I could get you to stay seated for five whole minutes. And, well, I've never had hot chocolate before, so-"

"Yeah, alright." His voice is gruff and displeased, but I'm grateful anyways. "I'll stay seated. But I'm not going to drink mine."

"You aren't?" I look up at him, confused. He shakes his head.

"No, don't trust them much, getting this game date wrong and everything when they're trying so hard to trick me." He cocks his head to the side and changes the subject again. "Who's The Nurse?" I shrug and look down at my swinging shoes.

"Well, she's always wearing a nurse's outfit of some sort, and she doesn't talk much so I don't know what her name really is. So I call her The Nurse."

He nods and then asks his next question. "So, why is it such a shock to you that I was alive in 1941?" I blink heavily at him, and then begin speaking kindly but slowly. I'm really starting to wonder about his sanity.

"Well, sir, 1941 was before World War Two ended. There aren't a lot of people still alive today that lived through World War Two." The man, whose name I still don't know, sits up sharply and glares at me.

"What?" His head twitches when he asks me the sharp question, and my breath stutters when I go to answer.

"Ummm, sir, not to be rude or anything but, where have you been? World War Two ended almost seventy years ago." He jerks, then starts laughing. When I don't join him, and instead look on in concern, his laughter putters out and he looks at me like I pulled his heart out. He starts shaking his head and leaning away from me. I bite my lip before answering. "Sir, it's 2011. It isn't… It isn't 1941 anymore. Did you really come from then?" He swallows hard and nods, staring at my shoes.

"I was born on July 4th, 1918." I can feel my eyes widen. His voice sounds strained but also dead. "In 1943, I was finally enlisted to fight the Nazis. It was hard for me, you see, because I was so skinny and had lots of health problems. During basic training, I was chosen for something else, for being selfless and brave. The doctors injected me with a formula that basically made me into a super soldier: faster, smarter, stronger, kinder." he says the last word with nearly a sneer of derision. "A little while after that, skipping a few things like finding my best friend and losing him all over again, a group of the Nazis called Hydra had an aircraft full of weapons. I was on it. I crashed it into the ice. Willingly. I didn't expect to wake up."

"That's sad. But brave. You did a good thing." His eyes are glistening as he nods.

"They call me Captain America. The Super Hero." Captain America's voice is desolate. I tilt my head and ask my question softly.

"Aren't you though?" He looks up sharply. "A superhero?" He shrugs and looks down again.

"I'm just plain ole Steve Rogers." I smile at that.

"And I'm just plain little Jasmine Potter. Nothing special. But that doesn't mean I can't do special things."

The Nurse enters the room with a tray. Sitting on the tray are two mugs and an insulated teapot. Mr. Rogers stares hard at me as she goes to place the tray on the table next to me. I snatch the button up and clench it tightly between my hands in my lap. She carefully sets the tray down and smiles at me. I grimace in response to the fake emotion she's showing and duck away with disgust when The Nurse tries to pet my head. We both stare at her as she leaves, and I wait until the door is shut before jumping out of the chair and pouring the hot chocolate carefully into the two mugs.

Mr. Rogers watches me as I pour, and then carefully pick up both the mugs. I jump up onto the bed next to him and push one of them into his hands. He watches me silently as I inhale the steam and smile. When I take a drink of mine, he watches me thoroughly for a moment before taking a tentative sip of his own. We sit in silence for a few minutes before Mr. Rogers speaks.

"So that was The Nurse, huh?"

I nod solemnly. "Yup. That was The Nurse. I bet I could get Pirate Spy in here in about three minutes if you wanted."

Mr. Rogers snorts. "Pirate spy?" I shrug and look down into the mug of delicious chocolate suspiciously, inspecting it for any discrepancy.

"Yeah." I take a quick sip, smack my lips and go back to inspecting the drink. "He has an eye patch and some scars, and looks kind of like a modern pirate with his gun, but he dresses like a spy in a long black sleuthing coat and his big boots that are one size too big so nobody can track him when he's outside in his normal life." I look up at the Captain and smirk slightly. "I heard some of the people outside saying something about how 'his secrets have secrets.'" I use my spare hand to make little quotes. "I honestly don't see how they could." I shrug. "I mean, it's not like it's that hard to find things about him. His name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, and he was born in the year-"

Captain Rogers has his lips pressed together like he's trying not to laugh, and when the door bursts open he manages not to flinch, but instead brings the cup up to his lips and takes a sip, hiding his smile. I make note of the action and ignore Agent Fury as I continue talking.

"-1950 to Mrs. -" And then Fury has his gloved hand over my mouth and he's pretending to smile apologetically at the Captain.

"Apologies, Captain Rogers. Sophie here is just a little bit excited." I think he glares at me, but I see the Captain's eyes narrow as he looks at me and then at Fury, setting his mug down. I narrow my eyes back and then look up at Fury.

"I didn't know her name was Sophie." Captain Rogers stands up and Fury seems to genuinely pause. His hand relaxes some and I reach my own hands up, pulling it off.

"Well, the only fault is on him and The Nurse that they couldn't be bothered to check if I was lying. When my Aunt dropped me off she told the Matron my name was something different, so that I couldn't be traced back to her. Legally, I guess my name is Sophie Evans. But the name I was given by my parents at birth is something different."

The Captain relaxes slightly, but pulls me off the bed and tucks me slightly behind him. Fury ignores the action and focuses on me.

"And how did you find out all of that stuff about me?" He challenges, raising his eyebrow. I reach down into my right boot and pull out a slim black wallet, leaving the security card behind. He doesn't need to know about that. The moment he sees it in my hands, Fury frantically starts searching his pockets for his wallet.

I open the wallet and start to pull stuff out.

"The Social security card of one Nicholas Joseph Fury, Sr.." I pull it out and pass it to the Captain, who turns it over in his hand amusedly. Fury snatches it from him.

"The Health Insurance card of one Nicholas J. Fury…"

Fury continues snatching the cards from the Captain, since he can't reach me on Mr. Rogers' other side.

"Four one hundred dollar bills, two credit cards, a debit card, two Visas, a Disney card, a backup security pass, a picture of your mother, and one of you with this orange fluffy cat…"

By then, Fury was holding all of the stuff that came out of his wallet in his arms, trying to sort it all without dropping anything. I take the Captain's hand and carefully pull him around an irate Fury. The Nurse stands in the back, patting over her clothes and going through her purse to make sure I didn't take anything, and all the soldiers standing around in the warehouse waiting are watching us nearly emotionlessly. We walk out easily.

Instead of taking the doors I used to get in, we walk out of the ones on the other side of the room, and end up in a fancy looking lobby of some sort of business. The people there take no notice of us, and some of them are also checking over their belongings to make sure they have everything.

With a smirk, I take the Captain out of the building and walk up the street with him. He follows, looking around in awe at all the lights and signs. I spot a pizza place across the street, and Mr. Rogers follows me, still not looking where he is walking. We almost get run over crossing the street, and he apologizes to both the car and the person when they honk.

Inside the store, nobody recognizes either of us, and for that I am glad. I order a large cheese pizza, since the Captain is so big, and we sit at a corner table in the back, where he can watch the other people and we aren't easily seen by the door. When the waitress comes to get the check, I pass her a twenty dollar bill and Mr. Rogers' eyes follow my hand. He tilts his head at me and I blink innocently.

"Where did you get that?"

I shrug as we stand up. "I nicked it. From Nick." He shakes his head in mock disapproval as I snicker and walks behind me, back into the bustling New York City. We start off down the street, in the opposite direction as the building we came from. "Mr. Rogers-"

"Call me Steve, Jasmine." I nod and take his hand, pulling him next to me instead of behind. A grumpy woman on the phone huffs at me as she steps around us. I ignore her and tug Mr. Steve down the street against the foot traffic.

"Mr. Steve then. A lot can happen in 70 years, and a lot has certainly happened in the world since 1945. We should make a list of all the things you want to do and learn about."

After a few moments of silence, which I let him have, Mr. Steve spoke.

"Alright then. Is there anything in particular you think I should see or learn?" I growl slightly as I shove between two overgrown men with tall purple hats and Mr. Steve stares at them. I squeeze his hand to get his attention.

"Well, we should go over what happened to end the war, first of all, and what that led to, like Russian communism and the whole debacle with Berlin. And then you should probably learn the highlights: the moon landing, the cold war, the internet..."

"Wait, wait, wait. Moon landing?" I nod, weaving us through the crowds and up the street.

"Yup. The Apollo 11 spacecraft landed on the moon on July 16th, 1969. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men to walk on the moon. Neil Armstrong said something about "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."" I take a skip in the air, pumping my free hand up like a superhero. "There was actually a race between the USSR and the United States of America to be the first humans on the moon. America won, by just a little bit. Some people think the moon landing was fake, but I'm not really sure how that could be."

I continue talking as we walk up the street and eventually find our way into what I believe is Central Park, telling Mr. Steve about the USSR and communism and Russia.

This first chapter has been temporarily updated (11/28/23) to fix tense consistency and a bit of the pacing the beginning! I hope you all like that better than what it was before :). I'll very likely come back and re-update this chapter and then next few as time goes on, but I'm also working on chapter 8 to get you all a fresh update. As I said when I posted chapter 7 after nearly two years (I think?) I've grown a lot as a writer since I started writing this, but as I reread it to refresh I realize I do still like the tone and voice Jasmine has... so it's a bit of work updating the writing while not diminishing the quality of everything. Next chapter will be about meeting Natasha and Clint, giving Fury his money back, and a little bit of fluff at the end. Oh, and there's some fire.