Ok so basically, while I was writing Ingrid Stark, I couldn't help but think about a story like this, so I am taking a short break from Ingrid Stark to write this.
Disclaimer: anything you don't recognize is mine. the other stuff isn't
Tony's P.O.V.
I couldn't believe that it had been 5 years since my childhood friend died, and my daughter went missing.
Flashback
It was about 3 months after James and Lilly's wedding when they both came over to Malibu to ask me a very odd question. "Hi Tony, it's great to see you again." I smiled Lilly was always like that-making everything seem longer then it was. "Yeah 3 months, so what are you to newly-weds doing here?" It was James who replied. "You see Tony, I can't have kids after a dueling accident when I was 16. However, me and Lils really want children. We were wondering if you would be willing to have sex with Lilly and have a child with her."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. "Y..you want me to have sex with the girl I think of as a sister, and have a child with her." Lilly looked a little sad or maybe embarrassed but she did nod. I couldn't say no when she looked so sad. "A..alright, but I have a few conditions. Even if I never met my kid, they always will know that I am actually their dad, you send me a letter as soon as they are born telling me the gender, name, and birthday. And finally if you die in the war against Voldemort, if my child is still alive, I want it in your wills that I am to gain custody of them." Both of the pair in front of me nodded.
End Flashback
I had gotten the letter, on August 1st saying that I had a daughter called Adrianne Juniper Stark (even though everyone believed that it was Potter) and that she was born on July 31st at 11:59pm. For 15 months afterwards, I received letters every week telling me how Adrianne was doing. Then the letters just stopped. I searched everywhere to find out what happened and after 3 years I found out that Lilly and James were killed during one of the "Terrorist Attacks." I was so upset at the fact no one told me and at the fact that my daughter was missing.
I was pulled from my thoughts by my wonderful PA,Pepper, coming through the doors of my lab. "Tony, I have great news, we found her." This caused me to jump up, there was no mistaking who Pepper was referring to. "How did you find her? Where is she? Is she happy?" Pepper laughed. "I looked online for any record of an Adrianne Potter and found one on a school register in Surrey, England."
"Well then dear Pepper what are we waiting for, lets go get my daughter back."
Adrianne's P.O.V.
I was hiding again. My fat whale of a cousin and his band of bullies had been chasing me so I had taken refuge in the anti-bully room a.k.a. the library. Not that I don't like the library, I love it. After all what other room can provide my ever growing brain, and my eidetic memory. Also I can't forget that bullies seem to be allergic to any books that aren't comics. I loved to read so much that every weekend I would ask my uncle for 10 pounds and go down to the Surrey Library. I could go whenever I wanted as long as I ate something in town.
I had to stop reading when the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. I started to slowly make my way back to my class, ignoring all the pointing and giggling from the girls that passed me. It was the same everyday, they always made fun of me for having to wear my aunt's old dresses. I was just glad they fit. My uncle always said that if I was a boy, I would have to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, I would have to do all manners of chores imaginable-and some that aren't-and finally I would have to wear my cousin's cast offs. Do you know how fat he is, I would drown in his clothes.!? At least I slept in the attic-so much space-also I had to wear my aunt's old clothes, at least they fit and aren't to bad in design, and I could go to the library whenever I wanted.
I had finally reached my class and naturally sat in the front. I always loved school and being able to learn, and it didn't hurt that bullies are allergic to the front row in class. We were watching a movie today, much to my disappointment. I really didn't want to watch The Little Mermaid, so I just went back to figuring something out. I could remember everything from when I was 16 months old, but I couldn't remember anything from before that. I always found it odd, especially since I often had dreams about a bright flash of green light, and a flying motorcycle. It just didn't make sense.
After about 30 minutes, curse you brain that won't focus on 1 thing for to long, I decided to start drawing. I had always loved to draw, but no one ever saw my work. I always saved a few pounds from the 10 pounds my uncle gave me and eventually I had enough money to by a professional drawing pad and some colored pencils. Whenever I could I would draw, sometimes it was of things I saw around me, or it could just be random things.
This caused time to pass by really quickly and soon the 3:00 bell rang, finally the end of the school day. I started to walk home, happy that Dudley had to stay at school for detention. I often thought about random stuff when I walked home, so today I thought about how many different ways there would be to take apart and reassemble a computer. I also thought about my family, not my uncle and aunt, but that maybe my parents would come back some how, or maybe an unknown relative would show up and take me away from the Dursleys, Surrey, and England. Little did I know that when I got back to my aunt's house, everything would change.
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