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It was hard to wrap his head around what the doctor had to say even though he'd seen the bruises himself. That someone could hurt a child, his child, like that; there was just no explanation for something like that. That someone could lay a finger on a child, deny them something as important as food, they deserved to rot away in prison for the rest of their miserable lives. And he was just the person to make sure it happened.
He'd just tucked Harry into bed for the night and had immediately headed down to his workshop to so that he could start running a search to find out anything he could about the family Harry had been living with, he refused to call them his relatives because they were not even related to his precious little boy. It wasn't hard to find information on Vernon or Petunia Dursley, Vernon was one of the top salesmen for Grunnings, a factory that sold drills. His wife, Petunia, had been featured in many home and garden magazines, one picture had managed to catch Harry in the background holding a garden spade. Tony would have missed him had JARVIS not pointed the child out to him. It made him furious to think that these two were happily living their lives while his son was suffering.
He had also started a search for James Potter, but he hadn't found much information on him, just that the man was in law enforcement and that he and his partner, one Sirius Black went missing on a mission four years ago. The record was very vague, they didn't even tell what branch of law enforcement he was in, but it did offer one importat piece of information.
"Hello" The voice sounded young and tired, and Tony realized it was four hours later where this person was, but he honestly didn't really care too much, he knew this man would be glad to hear what he had to say.
"Hello, Mr. Lupin, Remus Lupin?" He wanted to make sure that he had the right person, the one he'd read about in the article.
"Yes, this is him, may I ask who's calling?"
"This is Tony Stark CEO of Stark Industries, and new found father of one Harry James Potter." He heard the intake of breath on the other line and knew he had the man's attention, "I read an article about the disappearance of Harry's father James as well as your life partner Sirius Black, and thought I would get in touch with you and see if you remembered my son, you know tiny, dark black hair, bright green eyes, absolutely adorable."
"I have not seen Harry in four years, his mother told me she didn't want me near her children." The man sounded close to tears and Tony's heart went out to him, he must have lost his partner, friend, and the children all in one foul swoop.
"Well, considering she was never Harry's mother, she took many liberties with decisions concerning my son that were not hers to take. She should have brought the child straight to me when his other father went missing, but instead left him with his deplorable aunt and uncle. Her husband is the one who actually brought Harry to me, just this afternoon actually, anyways, he found a diary of James's that named me as Harry's biological father and brought him straight here."
He paused for just a second, "Which brings me to why I'm calling, I was wondering if you would like to come visit Harry, Severus said something about being able to travel long distances in the blink of an eye. Thought you would want to maybe do that sometime soon and see my little boy."
"Yeah...Yes...Absolutly...Just name the day." He was glad to see, well hear, that the man still wanted to know his son. It was a relief to know someone from James's past still cared for his son.
"When would be best for you?" It didn't really matter to him when the man came, he just thought it would be best if Harry had someone who could tell him about James...someone who actually liked the man.
"I'm actually between jobs right now, so really, any time is good for me." It was decided that the man would come the next day.
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Tony was seated at his desk in his office at Stark Tower not even pretending to do anything other than watch his son playing in the corner. He found it strange just how fascinated he really was by the boy, but didn't complain and just enjoyed indulging this new found fascination.
He looked up when he heard a knock on the door and saw a man with graying sandy blond hair standing in the doorway. "You must be Mr Lupin." He stood up from his desk ready to shake the man's hand when a little black blur whizzed past him.
"Uncle Moony, you finally found me!" It was the loudest he'd heard his little boy speak, and he was jealous that he wasn't the cause of it. What Harry had called the man didn't even register to him.
"Did you tell him I was coming?" Remus asked as he scooped the little boy up and hugged him tight, obviously shocked to have been remembered after being forcibly separated for so long.
"I told him someone was coming, but I didn't tell him who." Tony was just as shocked as Remus was, knowing Harry would have been one the last time he saw the other man. "Harry, do you know who this man is?"
"I do!" Harry grinned excitedly as he squirmed to be put down, "Daddy, this is Uncle Moony!" He then turned to look behind Remus as if waiting for someone else to walk in the office, "Uncle Moony, where's uncle Padfoot?" This time Tony did pick up on the names Harry was using when talking to the man.
"I'm so sorry Cub, Uncle Padfoot isn't here, he went away with your other daddy, and wasn't able to come back." How did you explain to a five year old that someone they loved disappeared without a trace.
"Are you and my new daddy going to go away?" Tony could practically feel the fear radiating off his son, "I'll give you my Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs if you stay." Tony was surprised when Harry ran up to him with his precious stuffed animals, ready to hand them over with tears in his eyes.
"I promise you, I will always come back for you when I leave, and you will never have to give me anything to make me keep that promise." He pulled the child up into his arms and hugged him close, before going to sit down at his desk with the little boy in his lap. He had learned quickly the day before that Harry liked to be cuddled when he got emotional, and Tony would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the moments when the little boy let him cuddle him, as most of the time Harry preferred to keep distance between them. He knew it was left over trauma of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his relatives.
"Now I can't promise that I won't ever leave you for a little while, sometimes my job makes me go away. But I can promise you to always come home, and to call you every night, and that you can call me whenever you want." Harry didn't seem to like that he wouldn't promise to never leave, but he relaxed a little when Tony promised to always come back.
"What about Uncle Moony, does he have to leave?" Harry almost seemed afraid to ask, and it broke Tony's heart. His child should never be afraid to ask for anything.
"Well, I'd say that's entirly up to your Uncle Moony. I mean, I was going to eventually have to find a nanny for you...who better than your Uncle Moony." He then looked at the shocked man, "How about it, you did say you were between jobs, and you're the only person besides me he's been willing to talk to, I think you may just be the answer to the prayers I didn't know I was praying."
He was surprised when the man started to turn him down, "As much as I would love to say yes, and believe me, the job sounds about as close to perfect as anyone can get, I don't think it would be right for me to take it, especially since you don't know what I am."
"So then tell me what you are, so I know what I need to do to convince you." Tony wasn't about to give up, in his mind it was the perfect plan, and he wasn't about to let anyone tell him otherwise.
"Uncle Moony is a werewolf." Tony wanted to laugh at his son's comment, especially when the child said it so off handedly, most of his attention being on the stuffed animal in his hands. However, then saw the man sitting across from him suddenly pale.
"No way, he's not joking is he? I mean Severus told me about witches and wizards when he brought Harry to me, but he didn't mention a thing about werewolves. I wonder how Ironman would measure up to a full grown werewolf. When we get Harry more comfortable with other people you and I are going to have to get together on a full moon and try it out. I already have like twenty ideas I could use to build a containment room that should hold a full grown werewolf, should be easy enough to put one in both the penthouse here in the tower, and in the Malibu mansion. In fact, I can expand on the one I designed for something I'm sure is much worse." He finally took a breath and then noticed the stunned look on the other man's face.
"Was I talking too fast? Did I break him?" He looked down at the child sitting in his lap playing with Prongs, and he was quite proud with himself for remembering which strange name went with each animal. Though now Moony's name made sense.
"Daddy, you can't break Uncle Moony, he's a person, not a toy." Harry turned to look at him with his big innocent green eyes, and a big grin on his face as though it was the silliest thing he heard.
"You don't say?" He asked as he started tickling the boy, grinning big when he heard Harry's peals of laughter. "So, how about that job, you did say it was close to perfect." He asked once Harry got himself under control again.
"What about my...furry little problem?" Remus seemed almost afraid to hope that he was serious about him taking care of Harry.
"The way I see it, as long as we take all the appropriate precautions, then throw in a few more for good measure, well, I don't see why you couldn't watch Harry for me when I have to work." Tony really wasn't too worried, and he hoped his attitude would rub off on Remus.
"If you're sure I wouldn't be a danger to Harry or anyone else then I accept." Remus seemed to relax a bit, and Tony chalked it up to knowing here his next pay check was coming from. "I wonder how Harry knew I was a werewolf."
"I remembered silly, my other daddy called you Moony." Harry didn't see Remus's shocked expression, but it was hard for Tony to miss.
"Looks like the kid is a genius just like his daddy." He beemed with pride at having more than just DNA proof that his child was like him in at least one little way.
