Title: Emerald-Eyed

Author: InsertPotterThemedUsernameHere

Beta: MakeAJoyfulNoise

Summary: Tony apparently has a son named Harry, who is an angsty teenager. How will he learn to be a father and how will Harry learn to be a son? Het, Slash, Teenage Angst.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. I make no money, so don't sue me. Please and thank you.

Warning: Slash, Harry is Tony's son, angst, depression, infidelity (past), EWE, some Weasley/Granger-bashing, Fred is alive, Draco was not a Deatheater and is friends with Harry

Timeline: After Battle of Hogwarts and The Avengers – changed HP timeline so Harry was born in 1994 and BoH happened in 2012

Rating: T – though may change

Pairing: Tony/Pepper, Harry/Steve, Tony/Lily (past)

Note: Here is some background on Harry and his friendships within this universe. I know that you are all eager for the Tony-Harry meeting, goodness knows I am, but I wanted to establish the foundation of this universe now so when we do get to that meeting we can hit the ground running and not have to have too many flashbacks. Also, I am putting up a new warning: my Harry is depressed. If symptoms of depression are a trigger, then please avoid my story. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Chapter Four

Walking out of Gringotts, Harry spotted Ron and Hermione waiting for him. He tried to mask the turmoil of emotions that were coursing through him. He could not tell them – not yet, not when he did not even know where he was going to go next with the new, startling information.

It had been a fortnight since the final battle, and things were finally starting to wind down. The last funeral had been yesterday and though the war trials were just beginning, Interim Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt had accepted copies of Harry's memories in lieu of physical testimony, so he would not have to attend. Harry was grateful. He was exhausted of being the Chosen One, the Man-Who-Killed-You-Know-Who – he was ready to just be Harry Potter. And now he learned he was not even a true Potter. Why can't his life be easy?

"Harry, did you get everything settled at Gringotts?" Hermione asked and looked at her watch. She sure hoped he had – he had been in there for hours.

"Yeah, Hermione, don't worry," Harry said, attempting to smile. "It was just as Draco said it would be, mostly paperwork."

Ron scowled, which caused Harry to stop trying to keep his smile up. Even with all they had been through, Ron still could not accept the friendship he struck up with Draco two years ago. It frustrated Harry, because Draco, though snarky, had a good heart. He had defied his parents and chose to fight for the Light.

After Malfoy senior was imprisoned as a result of his involvement in the Department of Mysteries, Draco went to Dumbledore to seek asylum. His mother had written to him about being prepared for a guest at the manor upon his return and to be prepared for a great task. Draco was terrified: the previous summer, the Dark Lord visited from time to time, and the boy did not like what he saw. The man was not the epitome of greatness and power he had been reared to idolize as child: Voldemort was mad and enjoyed torturing his supporters' for the littlest mistakes. What truly caused the seed of doubt to grow in Draco's mind was what the snake-faced man had reduced his father to.

Lucius Malfoy was Draco's world. Ever since he could remember, he wanted to be the perfect image of his father, because the man was always the most important person in the room, and everyone deferred to him. Lucius' power within the Ministry of Magic was fantastic, and he even had the ear of the minister himself! Draco was proud to be a Malfoy, and he never wanted to disappoint his father.

Witnessing the proud Malfoy patriarch groveling on his knees for forgiveness for some inconsequential mistake shattered Draco's belief in his father's path. How could the man who had taught him to always stand on his own two feet and that no person in the world could be superior to a Malfoy now live on his knees serving a lunatic?

After reading the letter from his mother, Draco knew he could not return home. He knew that the Dark Lord would take his anger out on him and that he would likely be forced to do something he otherwise would not do. So, he turned to Headmaster Dumbledore.

Surprising to Draco, but not surprising to anyone within the Order, Dumbledore had offered him asylum. In return, Draco worked with the Order going through the Black library during that summer and then what would have been his seventh year at Hogwarts, researching any information that would help them in their quest to destroy the Dark Lord and dismantle his budding empire. His work became instrumental in researching of the horcruxes and how the golden trio could safely destroy them – including the one in Harry's head – on their quest. The books with those particular answers had been part of a collection that could only be accessed by pureblood of Black lineage. The books were funny that way.

"I still don't understand why you live with the git," Ron grumbled as they started to leave the alley. "Fine, he had his uses, now it's time for him to crawl back into the hole he came from."

Harry began to walk quicker and ignored his best friend.

Best friend. He had thought about that lately, why he still said Ron was his best friend, because Ron sure made it difficult for him to even think that in his mind. All he did was complain about Harry's choices or indulge himself in the spotlight that came with being involved in the war. He understood that Ron had always wanted something to mark him as different from his brothers, so of course he was relishing in the fame, but Harry was tired. Tired of being understanding, tired of being dragged into public when all he wanted to do was rest, tired of being criticized for his wants. Although not as obvious as Ron, Hermione was starting to become just as bad and more manipulative. She was becoming political, saying they should make these appearances in public, speak with the press. She was so cross when she found out Harry chose to not attend the trials, saying it was the perfect opportunity to build political capital. She did not get how he could just lounge about Grimmauld all day playing with Teddy or sleeping and had even accused him of being lazy.

Harry had not even realized how domineering his friends were until he became friends with Draco. In the past two weeks, the Slytherin did not make him talk about his feelings, leave the house, or go into the public. Draco did not have any expectations from him other than eating three meals a day, and even then when Harry was having a depressive episode, he would not make a big deal of it and would bring the food to him, making sure he ate at least half of it.

The funny thing was, because Draco did not push, Harry felt he could be open about himself. There was no pity or judgment, which was what he usually got from Ron and Hermione. Draco empathized with Harry.

It had taken the almost the whole summer before Sixth Year and Narcissa Malfoy's death for the two to bond as friends. Narcissa had refused Dumbledore's offer asylum, stating she had set her path, so she would see it through. Her path ended by Voldemort's wand a week before term, and that was when Draco broke down to Harry. The Gryffindor understood more than anyone about how powerful grief could be. The two commiserated about the losses they had endured, how they never wanted to be part of this war and yet here they were. Harry had lost his childhood and his godfather; and Draco his security in his family and then his mother.

Maybe that was the reason Ron and Hermione didn't get it. They had lost no one in the war, although the Weasley family had a few close calls. Ron and Hermione did not understand the cost the Light's victory had on the mourning families, the guilt of surviving.

Harry was itching to talk to Draco. Maybe he would know what Harry's next move should be, if any. Should he try to contact his father? Harry was torn.

"Harry, slow down – you're going the wrong way!" Hermione exclaimed and grabbed his arm. "We were meant to go to meet with some supporters –"

"Hermione, I told you, I just wanted to run errands today," Harry snapped, pulling his arm away.

"Don't be silly, Harry, we need to –" Hermione started.

"No, Hermione, I'm tired, and I'm going home," Harry cut her off and entered the Leaky Cauldron to use their floo. Harry regretted Diagon Alley's anti-apparition wards: he wished he could just pop out of there right now.

"All you ever are anymore is tired!" Hermione cried. The room quieted down and everyone turned to her, and her cheeks stained red. Ron put his hand on the small of her back and glared at Harry. She began to whisper. "It is important that we take advantage of this time, to gain supporters –"

"Important to who Hermione?" Harry snapped, not whispering. "I don't need supporters, I don't plan to do anything more! I told you, all I want is peace –"

"Who better to ensure it than you?" she replied crossly, whipping her hair back.

"I have done my duty, Hermione, now leave me be!" Harry exclaimed, and before she could catch his arm again, he flooed to Grimmauld Place.

AN: Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget about the poll on my profile page about which crossover you would like to see next! Ta da for now – see you Wednesday when Draco makes his first appearance.