Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Alastor Moody, and Rubeus Hagrid sat around a long table.
"Is is it true?" Snape asked. "The muggle? He really is interested in Potter?"
Professor McGonagall nodded. "Yes."
"Maybe it is for the best." Moody said gruffly. "The Dark Lord won't even think of coming after him in the muggle world."
"The Dark Lord can go anywhere." Snape replied, and Hagrid looked at him in concern.
"He's dead!" The half giant protested. "He can't come back anymore!" He paused before turning to look at McGonagall. "Can he?"
"I don't know." She said with a shake of her head.
"I believe Harry will be safer with his relitives." Dumbledore said. "It is the right choice for him."
McGonagall gave him a glare. "Those muggles might as well be the Dark Lord's reletives." She huffed. "They don't treat the poor boy properly!" She has gone to the house to check on Harry herself, well, her cat-self has, often to see how he's doing, the little boy would always be nice to her, petting her and secretly giving her some milk - his reletives on the other hand would normaly chase her away, take a broom to her, or dump water on her. "I think the muggle would be an exullant choice for him."
Dumbledore looked at Moody. "Alastor? What do you think?"
"I've done research on the muggle." Moody explained. "Anthony Stark is his name. Born and bread in America. He owns two homes in two different states. Has a daughter, who's the same age as Potter." He nodded. "I agree with McGonagall."
"If Harry goes to live there." Hagrid began, his face beaming. "Then he'll get a chance to have a family, a real family!"
"The boy will still have to attend Hogwarts when he turns eleven." Snape said, he then nodded. "America could be Potter's best choice."
"It seems that I am out numbered then." Dumbledore nodded. "Very well."
XxXx
"Thank you so much for returning him, Mr. Stark." Vernon Dursley said as he reached for Harry, but was stopped by Tony.
"Not so fast." He said as he took a step in between uncle and nephew.
"But." The big man was interupted.
"What makes you think that I won't call the police on you?" Tony said sternly, noticing Petunia Dursely and Dudley Dursley come into the hall from the kitchen.
"You wouldn't." Petunia said worridly with a shake of her head. "My sister intrusted us with raising Harry."
"You don't care about me!" Harry cried. "You never did." At the steemed and angry look from Vernon, young Harry quickly hid behind Tony.
"Your sister would be turning in her grave if she learned what you're doing to her son." Tony pointed at her. "Your nephew." He folded his arms. "How would you feel if someone like you, treated your son, the same way you're treating Harry?" When he didn't get an answer, he continued. "Don't you have any heart for your sister? At all?"
Patunia looked torn. "Of course!" She finally snapped. "I cared for her, until she turned into a freak of nature!"
"I'm going to give you folks two options." Tony said as he moved his arms and held out his hands, palms facing upwards. "A is you give me all your rights of Harry, to me." He said as he lifted his right hand. "B is, I call C.P.S. and have them do a complete search over this house." He lifted his left hand so it was level with his other, till he dropped both arms to his sides. "And when they do find problems, I will garente they will take your son and place him into a foster home. Those plases are worse then what you've been doing to Mr. Potter."
Vernon's face had been turning red with anger. "How dare you! You can't threaten us! You're an American, you have no ties here!"
"You're right." Tony nodded. "But I am well respected back home in America. And my best friend - Lt. Colonel James Rhodes has personal ties to the Presedent of the United States."
As he clung to the back of Tony's left leg, Harry watched as his family paled.
Dudley started to cry. "I don't want to be taken away!" He cried as he launched himself at his mother.
Vernon was starting to turn even reder, if that was posible. "Fine! Take the boy!" He yelled. "We have no use for him!"
XxXx
5-year-old Paris Lynn Stark is sitting in the living room of Steve Rogers' apartment. She is at the coffee table facing Clint Barton, who's on the other side of the table. They were playing chess while Steve Rogers himself, and Natasha Romanoff sat on one of the two couches as they watched the game of chess. A bowl of popcorn sat between the two, they were also drinking soda.
"Ha!" Paris cheered as she moved her knight. "Beat that move!"
Clint studied the board. "Oh your good." He admitted.
"Are you taking good care of Cindy?" Paris asked with a grin.
Clint turned and reached for something in his bag, and pulled out a barbie doll. "Yep." He moved the legs on the doll and placed the barbie down so it looked like she is watching the game.
"How about a new deal?" Paris asked. "I win, I'll take back Cindy."
Clint let out a breath of air. "Oh thank you." Ever since he lost the last deal to the little girl, he got tricked into carrying Cindy - the barbie doll everwhere. And of course he never lived that down.
Paris turned around and grabbed her stuffed hawk that was sitting on the chair behind her, she turned back around. "But in replacement of Cindy, you have to carry Mr. Hawk around." She placed the hawk on the table next to the board game, and as she did Steve started laughing and Natasha even let out of giggle.
Clint stared at the child. "How long are you going to torcher me?" He whined.
Paris just shrugged. "I don't know."
"What about Steve?" Clint asked pointing at the blonde. "He's your godfather. Can't you torment him instead of me?"
"Her father gives me enough of a headache." Steve stated. He was honored as Paris's godfather, and Natasha was honored as her godmother when the two were forced to deliver Paris inside an elevater after a black out hit half New York - trapping them along with Paris' mother inside for hours. Madison, Paris' mother was so greatfull so that that was the only way she wanted to repay them and refused to take no for an answer.
"Ok, ok." Clint caved in, he looked at the stuffed hawk. "Tony is not going to let me live this one down." He, and the others are watching Paris cause Tony is still in London, her mother had died when she was 2 from an infection she'd gotten while in Aisa, and Pepper had to go into an emergancy meeting.
Natasha leaned back on the couch, foldinng her arms. "This is better then watching you try to learn how to use the internet." She looked sideways at Steve, whom turned to look at her.
"I learned how."
Suddenly Paris cheered, throwing her fist into the air. "I win!"
Clint just sat there staring at the chessboard. "Aw man." He groaned covering his face in his hands.
Paris grabbed her stuffed hawk and held it out to Clint. "Take care of him please." She said sweetly.
Clint moaned as he took the hawk from her. "I'll take care of him like I did for Cindy." He promised, trying to ignore Steve's laughter.
XxXx
Harry Potter sat in seat inside of plane, looking out the window. Watching as he left London England for good. He turned to look up at Tony. "I don't have to return?" He asked. "Ever?"
"Never ever." Tony promised, he reached into the bag that was sitting in his lap. "If you want, you can intertain yourself with this." He pulled out an IPod and turned it on before giving it to the young man. "Its a long flight. So you might get board just looking out the window."
Harry took it. "Mr. Stark? What can I call you?" He asked, still looking up at him.
"You're welcome to call me Tony." Tony offered.
"What does Paris call you?" Harry asked. Tony had told him all about Paris and the boy couldn't wait to meet his new sister.
"She calls me dad."
Harry turned to look out the window for minute, before turning to look at his new gaurdian. "Can I call you that too?"
Tony looked down at him with a smile. "Of course you can."
XxXx
Hope you like it. Thank you to KiaraWangWilliams for the names of Tony's daughter's name. Big thank you to you! You gave me a lot of names it was hard to pick!
Ok, Pepper did not appear obviously, but three of the Avengers did! :)
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