CHAPTER THREE
HARRY'S POV
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I followed Ragnott down the halls towards his office with my insane amount of bags. They had gained quite the amount of attention so far. A Goblin, who I assume is Urlig, is sitting behind the desk with a insane amount of papers and files. "Mister Potter-Stark please sit down. This will be a lot to take in," he says and I do as told. Ragnott sets down my bags in the corner as Urlig begins talking. "Edward Anthony Stark or mainly known as Tony Stark is a 36 year old American who lives in New York. His parents Howard and Maria Stark were apparently killed in a car crash but other evidence points to murder, they died when he was seventeen years old. His father was the founder of Stark Industries, a multinational industrial company now owned by your father. Your father is a billionaire because of his inventions and inheritance. His occupations are Superhero, his alias being Iron Man, CEO of Stark Industries and Weapons Manufacturer." I dropped my glass of water to the ground as I foolishly gaped at him.
"He is also the founder of a league of superheroes called the Avengers who have reportedly saved the world multiple times from being ended by other muggles. He would most likely be okay with you being a wizard, as I believe one of the members of the Avengers is a Witch, not a muggleborn but a mutant witch. It seems she has more powers in the Alchemy area. His previous partners that are known is Pepper Pots his ex-fiance, along with most likely the occasional woman. He is known to be an asshole but also sweet apparently," he finishes finally and I stare at him blankly. As I absorb all of it in Ragnott flicks his wrist, cleaning up the broken glass and water on the floor.
"So my father is a billionaire orphan that works as a superhero?" I state in more of a question. He nods causing me to go slump. "Why can't I just have one thing normal in my life?" I ask no one. But I then mentally slap myself, I have a father that is currently alive and breathing. "Do you have a picture of him?" I ask and he nods, sliding over a picture of him. I look at the man in the picture and realise that I look more like him than James Potter, even with the bloody glamour. It's obvious he most likely is what people call a 'bachelor', but my dad nonetheless. "Could you maybe find out his address?" I ask them hesitantly. A small smirk appears on Urlig's face at my question.
"We already have it and Harry James Potter-Stark has been removed from the custody of Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley nee Evans. He will be going to Manhattan, New York to visit his father. Ragnott will be in his human form under the alias Silas Ragnott a custody social worker who discovered that a boy named Harry Potter had been being abused by his relatives, when performing a dna test and sending it through the international data base they found a hit, the last living relative of Harry who also happened to be his father." Urlig finishes with a smirk on his face causing me to smile happily. "We will be informing your relatives allowing you to grab your personal items." He stands up with Ragnott following, both transforming into two middle aged men. I gaped slightly, they looked to be thirty years old at most. "We also have the file on child abuse and neglect for you, you can decide to punish them or wait a bit and give it to your father." He says causing me to bite my lip slightly.
They grabbed my arm and Ragnott pulled out a portkey, activating it with the word 'together' causing me to land very ungracefully in the yard of number four Privet Drive. They would most definitely recognise me as Lily barely did anything to change my appearance. They handed me the file on the Dursley's and knocked on the door. As soon as it was opened they paled as they saw the very official looking men with me behind them. "We would like to inform you that Harry James Potter has been removed from your custody because of child abuse and neglect, along with the fact his father is also alive." Petunia looks as if she's going to faint. She opens the door for us to enter nonetheless. "Go grab your belongings and we shall return to the bank. I run up the stairs as I hear my Uncle yelling at the goblins, well normal humans in their minds. I grab my school trunk and take out all of Dudley's old clothes and put my other stuff in the room in it along with Hedwig's cage after I let her go. I hope she ends up finding me, I think to myself as I make my way downstairs with my trunk dragging behind me. I will definitely be putting all of my stuff in the new trunk and getting rid of this one.
As soon as I enter the living room my Uncle turns to me with a look in his eyes, one of pure fury. He looks at the file tucked under my arm and lunges for it. I fall to the ground, banging my head and most likely receiving multiple bruises. I kick him harshly as Ragnott and Urlig grab him off of me with a fiery look in their eyes. "We will be adding this to the file, you are the worst kind of muggle I have ever seen." Ragnott helped me up as Urlig yelled at my relatives who were now terrified as they realized Ragnott and Urlig were in fact 'wizards'. They grabbed me and portkeyed back to the bank directly into Ragnott's office. "Take this, it'll help the pain. I'll go and get bruise salve, there isn't anything we can do to get rid of it besides help it. Why don't you unpack your things and pack them into your trunk?" Ragnott suggests with a smile as he hands me a potion. The smile looks much better in his human form than Goblin. I nod and gulp down the potion, instantly feeling the effects. I headed towards my bags and pulled out my trunk, tapping it with my wand causing it to enlarge. I grab the manual for the trunk and read it over, all I had to do for the library was drop the books in and when I wanted a specific book or to browse I just have to ask and it'll appear. For the password all I have to do is tap my wand against it and say my password. I end up making my password 'loyalty' in parseltongue. I begin putting my new books in first, dropping them into the section that said library. After I dropped my school books in, then began putting clothes inside the wardrobe section as neatly as possible. I left out a outfit that consisted of a white button up shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a pair of black silk underwear, black socks and my black combat boots. After I put both of my brooms and the quidditch gear in it's section along with the quaffle, beaters, bats and snitch. I then put my potion ingredients where they go along with my nutritional potions in their respective places.
As I turn towards the miscellaneous section I put the photo album of my parents, invisibility cloak along with many other in it before closing my trunk, now finally done. I stripped myself of Dudley's hand me downs as Urlig entered the room, not sparing me a glance thankfully. At least I gained weight at Hogwarts from the food and quidditch, my relatives aren't able to starve me anymore. Once I was dressed in the outfit I was smiling widely, especially when I looked in the mirror. I looked hot, Margaret was right when she said they'd hug my curves perfectly. The skinny jeans made my ass and thighs look great in these, the shirt was loose but not too loose. My boots gave a little more height much to my pleasure, but I was still very much short. I felt giddy in my new outfit and I officially decided this was the best day of my life despite all the negatives. I inspected the bruise forming on my lower back, it was really big but at least my shirt would cover it. I looked at the bandage that was still wrapped around my wrist, I really do hope that it doesn't scar.
Ragnott appears with the bruise salve and raises a eyebrow at my outfit but doesn't comment. He was still in his human form so I'm guessing we're leaving for New York right after. I lift my shirt so he can put it on the bruise, it instantly dries on my skin and I can feel a tingling sensation on that spot. "We will be taking a private jet to Manhattan, it is one of the Potter's so you will not have to pay anything." I feel my eyes widen slightly at that, I even had my own private fucking jet. I tap my trunk with my wand and put it in my holster as I put my trunk in my pocket, following them into Diagon Alley. It was currently two in the afternoon and we'd arrive at about nine at night, but it'd be four in the afternoon there.
We portkeyed to a roof in London, most likely specifically for rich people to hold their jets and airplanes. There was a pilot and flight attendant waiting for us with smiles plastered on their faces. "Welcome Lord Potter, Ragnott and Urlig. I am the pilot Simon and that's Hannah who will take care of everything you need." We step onto the plane and I unshrink my plane, placing it on the rack. "We will be leaving in ten minutes so get settled, the chairs can recline so you can sleep," he tells us and I do exactly that as he heads into the front where the pilots sits. Hannah sits down in a chair with a cart of food next to her. I rest my eyes shut knowing I will end up having to go to bed at the proper time in America and not Britain. I allow myself to be claimed by sleep with a smile on my face.
I feel a hand on my shoulder causing me to bolt upward in surprise. Hannah looks shaken slightly but smiles at me. "We've arrived, it's currently 3:57 in the afternoon," she tells me as I look out the window. As I was lead off the jet by Ragnott and Urlgi I smiled, it was around 18 degrees. Not too hot and not too cold thankfully, a black car pulled up in front of us. It was a bit too fancy and would attract attention but I got in it after I put my trunk in the trunk. Ragnott sat in the passenger seat next to the driver named John while me and Urlig got the window seats in the back. As we got into the busier and more colorful part of Manhattan where all sorts of people moved around, but my smile got even bigger when I saw the amount of pride flags. I nearly forgot it was pride month currently. I felt a feeling of warmth in my chest, I so badly want to live here.
I watched in fascination at the diversity of everyone I saw, it only made my decision that this is the best day of my life stronger. As we began to slow down I looked at the time that was on the radio, it read 4:16 pm. I nearly bouncing in my seat in anticipation, but I choked slightly when I saw the building we were in front of. 'Stark Tower' was on a marble statue with an odd symbol that looked familiar. John opened the door for me and I instantly cringed at the amount of stares I was receiving along with the photos being taken of me. Hopefully I didn't make my fathers more difficult by being spotted. I put on a pair of sunglasses instantly when Ragnott handed me them, they thankfully hid any distinguishable features and my hair hid my scar.
Ragnott, Urlig and I all entered the building where a lady sat at the desk, on the phone. But when I took off my glasses she raised an eyebrow and hung up the phone. "We're both custody social workers, we'd like to see Edward Anthony Stark." They showed her their badges and she stared wide eyed, eyeing me even closer now. She picked up the phone and put in a number. "Two custody social workers are here that would like to see Tony," she told someone. After a minute of talking she hung up once again. "Someone will be right down," she said and turned away before giving me and my trunk one last glance.
ahhhh I can't wait to introduce tony and stuff oofles. not to mention on june 15th same sex marriage was legalized !
