Thor: The Dark World Fanfic End Credits Scene
SPOILERS for Thor: Ragnarok, Thor: The Dark World and Harry Potter!
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It was only twilight, but the moon was hidden behind the clouds, dyeing the snow-covered village dark blue.
Everyone was indoors, keeping warm. Nobody noticed an orange portal opening or a young lady stepping out of it.
Shivering in a single layer of clothes, the lady walked to the most decrepit house. Snow crunched under her feet as she went up the garden path.
Pasted underneath the doorbell switch was a sign saying, “Broken”. The lady knocked on the door, then, fearing it had been too gentle, knocked again.
The door was opened by a bald man in a long robe. A large scar, covered with cracks, ran over most of his face.
His eyes became bright. “Aisha!”
Aisha smiled. “Hi, Quirrell.”
Quirrell stood aside. “Come in, come in! Get warm!” He waved her into the house. He had no right hand; his right arm ended in a stump.
The inside of the house was not much brighter or warmer than outdoors, since it was lit by candles, but it felt cosy. Aisha sank into a tattered armchair near the fire.
“Would you like some tea?” Quirrell hurried into the kitchen. “Oops, I’m out of teabags. Will water do?”
“Water is fine.” Aisha was watching the fire.
Quirrell took a magic wand out of his robes with his left hand and waved it. A kettle of boiled water rose up and poured water into a mug on its own.
Another wave of the wand put the kettle back in its place. Quirrell replaced the wand and carried the mug into the living room.
Aisha took the mug and sipped from it, not looking at him.
“Are you cold?” Out came his wand again, and huge flames shot onto the firewood.
Aisha nodded her thanks. The fire reflected brightly on her glasses, but she appeared not to be bothered by it.
Quirrell sat down on another armchair and then seemed to notice how quiet Aisha was. “Is something wrong?”
Aisha rubbed her fingers on the mug. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.”
Quirrell’s eyebrows furrowed. “When?”
“When I didn’t believe you could change.”
“You don’t need to apologise for that!” Quirrell said. “I forgive you.”
Aisha didn’t look consoled. “After Kathleen saved you, did you … did you have doubts? Was it difficult?”
“A little, I think. Aisha, what’s this about?”
Aisha cleared her throat. “A few days ago, I world-travelled and met a man … who was like you.”
A long length of purple cloth was lying on the armchair. Quirrell nervously fingered it.
“He was different from you,” said Aisha. “I saved his life. I was hoping I could help him. The way Kathleen helped you.”
“And … it didn’t work?”
She shook her head.
They sat in silence, listening to the crackling fire.
“I want to know why I failed,” said Aisha. “And how I can make it up to him when I go back.”
Quirrell moved closer to her. “Tell me what happened.”