The feedback has been amazing for this story, I sincerely thank you all. I'm sorry this came out later than I wanted it too. I'm not going to say much as I have to sit on a chair without a back and now I have an aching back from sitting here typing all of this. I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Please enjoy.


After Tony had delivered his awe inspiring speech and swayed the crowd with his endearing charm only Tony Stark could impart, he couldn't contain the impulse to find his little Mockingbird.

He delivered the opening speech with all the grandeur and showmanship the massive audience deserved. He had noticed a few of his friends watching near the front of the stage. Bruce looked amused and Thor seemed caught up in the crowd.

Once Tony landed he noticed his Mockingbird sat there, talking to one of his birds. The shorter beauty looked up to meet Tony's flirty wink that would make anyone, man or woman swoon. Tony then looked away for but a moment and then when he turned back, Harry was gone.

Tony felt a little disappointed for a moment, causing his speech to pause for a fleeting heartbeat. No one appeared to notice, for the genius simply continued on bravely, albeit with a slightly bummed heart.

'I will look for him as soon as I finish up here!' Tony told himself with resolution.

And look for him he did. Once he had finished up on the stage he moved off against some of the organiser's protests. They kept flapping about, saying Tony needed to close off the opening ceremony, but Tony totally ignored them. When he had his mind set on something he was more stubborn than spoiled kid at his own birthday party; and Tony did resemble a child, albeit a grown up one.

Tony knew exactly where he would find his beautiful raven. Tony knew the full ins and outs of this event, including every single researcher and professor attending, what they studied and when their shows and lectures would be held.

Tony especially made it a point to know where his Raven would be at all times at the park. Was he a stalker? Yes. Did he believe he was a stalker? No.

Tony Stark tried his damned best to get his own way all the time.

All Tony wished for at the moment was to get to know that young Raven on a personal bases. He wants to know everything about him, birds and all.

Tony was shocked at himself when he saw a picture of a young man running a bird park close to Malibu. Tony, being a man that found the schematics and inner workings of artificial, inanimate objects more interesting and engaging than soft and squishy biological things, (unless he could get into their pants), Tony didn't expect to be so drawn to going to this bird park.

It was all because he wanted to check out the owner.

Harry Potter is a very ordinary name, but it belonged to a not very ordinary looking person. Even from the pictures, the young man held a certain air about him that draws a curious person in. That air of experienced maturity, as if much of the world had been seen by those piercing green eyes. It was a look Tony recognised within himself and the rest of his rag tag team of Avengers.

Tony felt the inclination to research. He needed to know, so the first thing he did was go to the park to check it out first hand.

Luckily he managed to slip away from pepper for an afternoon when he was meant to be overlooking a load of papers pertaining to the Science expo, and arrived at the park wearing a blue tank top, shorts that went down to his knees and his trademark dark sunglasses.

It was a scorching hot day and the sun was beating down mercilessly, although it wasn't hot enough to prevent Tony from checking the place out.

To say the least, he was surprised by what he saw there. Birds, birds everywhere and not at all tied up to posts and shut within cages. It rather unsettled the Billionaire engineer who never had any contact with anything living other than the easy women he brought home for a night of no strings attached fun.

Owls flittered around the numerous groves of trees, Hawks and Eagles soared in the sky and the bravest birds actually settled onto visitors' shoulders.

A bird ended up settling on Tony's shoulder, which made him jump about a foot in the air. It startled him enough to nearly call a suit to him. The bird only just managed to flap away again before it ended up on the ground with Tony's jostling movement.

Once settled he noticed a bird with yellow eyes and a cobalt grey body, watching him from a fence post. Tony started muttering to the bird, telling the creature he would send it to the nearest taxidermy shop so that it could be mounted on a silver stand in some rich guys (not Tony's) house.

The bird simply shrieked at him and sent Tony on his way.

It was then unfortunate that Happy wondered into the park searching for the wayward engineer on Pepper's behalf. Happy tugged Tony away just as the man bought a coffee from a stall, ignoring the excited chatter of the other visitors at the sight of the 'man behind the armour' in their close vicinity.

It took all of Tony's charm to allow Happy to let him see this bird show. The man simply gave him a stern look, then a defeated sigh and allowed the man to take a look; although they were leaving as soon as it finished.

And so they ended up watching the whole thing; which lasted around forty minutes. Truth be told, Tony spent more time watching Harry rather than the birds. Tony couldn't tell Happy much about the birds after all because he was daydreaming about the young man for the whole time it took for Happy to take him to SI.

Tony hoped Harry would email back to the organisers and attend the expo. When it did come back as an affirmative yes, Tony went straight to his personal bar in Stark tower and opened an expensive bottle of Liquor. He shared with happiness with a visiting Clint and Natasha, who had their brows raised for half of the evening. They couldn't get over the man's excited chatter.

As the evening wore on the man just got increasingly drunk; luckily Bruce had wondered into the penthouse after hours in the lab looking worn out. He didn't want to put up with Tony's tirade so he put him to bed rather easily, much to Clint and Natasha's relief.

And here Tony was now, walking towards the stage of the parks open arena. There was a stage, the stands and a hut for electrical equipment and nothing else, except everything natural the park had to offer. There were large trees both deciduous and non-deciduous, a pond with a grassy embankment and a stream that led to the main lake within the parks centre.


The main thing was that there was plenty of open sky to allow the birds free reign.

Harry was tending to Lily when he noticed a man wearing dark shades making his way over with his hands behind his back and a lax gait to his walking.

Harry immediately noticed Tony Stark wondering over with a cheeky smile on his face.

"It is very nice to see you again Mr. Stark," Harry decided to sound polite for the man, despite all he had heard from Bruce earlier. "Can I venture a guess as to why you are here now and not at the opening ceremony?"

"I was wondering about the apparent disappearance of one of the VIP's. I noticed an empty seat and lack of birds, which was wrong as I saw an occupant in that seat possibly three seconds earlier. I wanted to make sure everything was fine." Tony walked over to Harry, his eyes watching the bird Harry was holding warily.

Harry, not being one to miss the expressions and hidden feelings of those around him, saw that wariness in the man's face. He grinned.

"I had to tend to one of my birds. Colin was getting increasingly upset, so I had to leave."

"Colin? That bird there?" Tony pointed to Lily.

Harry begun to laugh, making Tony feel sort off uncomfortable. He didn't like people laughing at him.

"Aw, don't make that pouty face," Harry smiled, giving Lily a comforting stroke. "I am sorry, but this is Lily, a female barn owl."

Tony continued to make a pouting face, his eyelashes fluttering adoringly at Harry, "I can't say I'm an expert on things that breathe."

"It's okay. Owls are notoriously hard to sex. That is Colin, over there with Aron." Harry pointed over to Colin, who appeared to be giving Aron the giggles.

"Oh right, I recognise him now. From the stage." Tony nodded.

"Would you like to meet them?" Harry asked this carefully, although he couldn't help but laugh quietly when he saw Tony go slightly pale in the face.

"Uh, sure. Although I will hold you responsible for my dry cleaning bill if I get any mess on this suit."

Harry simply nodded and waved Tony in closer. Harry held Lily up higher on his arm. "Raise your arm, yes like that."

Harry could see the man eying the owl as if he was a frightened kitten. "Actually, it may be a good idea to take that suit jacket off first. Their claws are rather sharp and I don't want to be responsible for a replacement jacket."

Tony smiled at that, it was a lecherous grin that made Harry start. "Oh, trying to get me to strip off, how bold. Usually I get Spangles urging me to get the suit on."

"Just do it," Harry huffed.

Tony didn't notice Harry whispering into Lily's ear. Once Tony deposited the jacket onto a chair he turned to see an Owl already flying at him. The man unleashed a rather unmanly shriek when the Owl landed on his forearm and batted him with one strong wing.

Tony then promptly began to shake the owl on his arm, although the Owl simply flapped her wings, stopping the motion when she hovered over it for a second before alighting again.

"Calm yourself, she is one of my most friendly birds. A mature lady she is."

"Hah, keep talking posh like that in your British accent, it makes me feel good despite talons here." Tony glared at Lily. She screeched at the man as if she were scolding a toddler.

"You can stroke her feathers you know," harry walked over and stood close to Tony, "she won't bite."

"How can you know that? It's a mindless animal. They are unpredictable and don't listen to you. In my experience anything with a pulse has the necessity to answer back and betray you. Solid, non- living objects are far more reliable and don't run out on you. If they do, you can fix them easily. You can-"

"Do you always waffle when nervous?" The raven haired man cut Tony's babble off. Harry could deduce the man had the tenacity to talk a marathon of words when his face was pale and his pulse racing. His arm was stretched out as far as it could go as if Lily were a giant leech.

"What do I do now?" Tony asked like a sheepish school boy, ignoring Harry's previous question.

Harry had to contain his mirth with great effort, otherwise he would have blatantly rolled his eyes at the billionaire. "I told you, give her a stroke. She likes to be stroked along her wings, following the feathers down."

Tony actually obliged Harry's words by actually complying, and begun to stroke Lily's feathers gingerly. Once he noticed how well behaved Lily was being he visibly calmed down and seemed to throw all the tension away. He actually smiled after a short time.

"See! I told you so. Petting those soft feathers is one of the best feelings ever!" Harry smiled innocently.

Harry didn't notice the look on Tony's face. The brunette man's face was painted by a sly smirk. Lilly decided to glide over to a pretty beech tree and sit within the shade for a while.

"I assume you haven't tasted the finer delicacies of earth's pleasures then?"

Harry raised one eyebrow, "do I have to answer that question?" Harry could catch the man's drift. He wasn't naïve at all. Living within a cruel, judgemental world of magical folk didn't keep Harry safe from the taboo subjects in life. He just had the knack of avoiding it now.

"No, but I would certainly and happily spend my time trying to find out what it is that rubs you up the right way."

"I have to set up, thank you for your time Mr. Stark." Harry dismissed the man and walked across the wooden planks of the stage towards his other birds and Aron. Aron gave him a wave as he neared.

Tony smiled, amazed at the young man's bravery and nonchalance within the presence of a celebrity and super hero such as himself. "Please," Tony started after Harry, "call me Tony."

Harry turned, giving him a small smile. "Alright, Tony," he held an arm out, allowing Fawkes to perch onto it. "You may call me Harry."


The time passed Harry by and the time finally came for the first event. It wasn't until just before Tony left stating he was going to watch along with Bruce that this was going to be filmed as a live event.

Harry's mouth dropped when he learnt he was going to be on television and he could feel his pulse speed up and his nerve kick-start an aching belly.

"You look a little green Harry, are you alright?" Aron asked with worry in his voice.

"No, I think I may faint from all this pressure," Harry decided not to lie. He felt awful; he really wanted to go home right at that moment and play with his birds in the relative quiet of the park on a Saturday.

"It will be fine!" Aron stated. "They only film the first shows for TV," he said offhandedly as he looked out over the crowd of gathering spectators.

Harry followed his gaze and saw a huge crowd. It was far larger than usual and even then Harry always felt a little nervy during the first ten minutes until he sunk into the joy of showcasing his birds.

Fawkes trilled in his ear and then nuzzled his cheek. Harry reached up to stroke the Phoenix's crest. "I will be fine, I'm sure!"

Aron nodded.

"Now, I need you to walk towards the other side of the crowd, near to that small grove of beech trees. Take Colin with you, he seems rather attached. Have you got the pack of furred meat? You will need that for a reward."

"Yes, I have it," Aron patted the satchel Harry provided him with earlier. "I also have the walkie talkie, just in case of an emergency."

"Good."

Derik came over, speaking into another walkie talkie. Once he reached the two boys he dismissed whoever was on the other side. "You will need to wear this Bluetooth and speaker." Derik handed the piece of technology over to Harry. Harry immediately clipped it over his ear. "Everything is ready and the camera crew are ready for the 11 o clock start. Good luck!"

Harry took a deep breath then took a peek at his watch.

"Ready Fawkes?" The great red bird cast his iridescent ruby eyes into Harry's emeralds. He trilled in excitement.

"Sing for me!"

Fawkes took off into the bright light and begun to sing a haunting melody. The noise wasn't particularly loud, but it quieted the crowd and seemed to cast a spell over those watching. He glided overhead on silent and vast red wings that glittered like fire in the sun.

It was a song totally different to the lament after the death of Dumbledore. It was a happier, sprightlier tune which still held a haunting undertone. It was a layered song that could be interpreted in many different ways.

Harry emerged from the edge of the stage and walked out into the centre. Harry whistled, calling Fawkes over.

Fawkes ceased the song and glided over and alighted onto his arm.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman, to this overly elaborate show and telling of some of the world's most beautiful birds." Harry started feeling the nerves stewing within his belly. He didn't falter though, he kept calm and composed, knowing that it would be a shame to muck it all up because he felt a little nervous.

His voice carried through the park via the speaker attached to his Bluetooth. There were speakers attached to some of the trees and near the stage, so his voice echoed from everywhere.

"I would like to introduce a few of my very dear friends to you all. I would like to caution you about some of my companions here. Don't touch, be quiet and don't be scared." Harry made a whispering gesture towards the audience, lowering his voice only slightly. "They smell fear."

Harry was glad to get quite a bit of laughter from the crowd. It boosted his confidence and allowed Harry a sigh of relief.

Fawkes fluttered away and landed out of view. However, he was replaced by lily. She flew out from the direction of the Beech tree grove and glided over the heads of the crowd. People turned their heads a half second too late when they felt the wind as she passed.

Lily landed on Harry's arm and received a tidbit of meat. "Let me introduce you to my little lady, Lily. Can anyone identify her species?" It didn't take long from someone near the head of the crowd to shout out 'Barn Owl.'

"Indeed, Lily is commonly known as a Barn Owl. Her Latin name is Tyto alba and they range all over the world, including Britain, the Americas, Australasia, Asia and Africa. Basically her kind live on every continent except Antarctica."

Harry gave her a little stroke and then he left again. Harry had silently signed for her to join Aron. She glided back over the heads of the crowd on silent wings.

"Owls of every kind are benefitted within their hunting strategies because of their adapted silent flight. This silent form of hunting is integral, for they primarily hunt by listening out for prey. I imagine it would be difficult for any owl to hunt with the noise of wind rushing past their heads."


Tony watched from his place amongst the excited crowd. Of course he found decent seats right at the head of the throng of spectators. Bruce, Jane and Thor had turned up to watch and joined Tony. Thor had given him a friendly pat on the back, which nearly caused tony to face plant the ground because of the God's strength, as he spoke of the man of irons spectacular appearance.

Tony grinned and started to explain about his encounter with Harry and his birds when he heard an angelic sound.

Tony watched as Harry waltzed onto the stage, his lithe body waving like a willow in the wind. Tony was mesmerised by Harry and his explanations. Tony admired the young man's knowledge, even though it wasn't really useful for anything he found interest in. He just liked to listen to his voice.

He watched as he handled his birds with expert care and attention. He was amazed at their loyalty to him. It was as if they were far more intelligent than even dogs. They flew where Harry seemed to incline his head towards. They flew to him immediately when he held his arm out, and they pecked at the meat daintily when Harry offered it to them.

"Buckbeak is a brilliant example of an Osprey, a bird that typically nests within the Scottish highlands during the breeding season and returns to West Africa once the chicks have been safely reared. They also range-"

Tony watched Harry handle Buckbeak whilst he sported a soppy grin on his face. Bruce had to click his fingers in front of his face when his eyes dimmed over; although he was still wearing the sunglasses.

"You will begin drooling next." Bruce admonished the engineer.

Harry carried on, ignoring Tony and the crowd only when he wasn't asking them a question. He had the crowd in the palm of his hands; he was almost as talented as Tony in that aspect.

"Colin is a White faced scops Owl, and he is a little rascal." Colin was hopping around Aron, nibbling ears and hooting in delight.

"Colin is a nervous little Rascal," Tony mumbled. Jane threw him an annoyed look.

Harry continued on for the next half an hour before he had shown off all his birds, including Sirius, the beautiful dark Steppe eagle that left the crowd awed at his muscled mass of feather and strength.

"Steppe eagles can grow a wingspan of up to seven feet. That is longer than the typical human." Harry raised his arm skyward. Sirius followed and flew up high. He circled around, watching with his amazing charcoal eyes.

Harry threw a nice sized amount of meat into the air. The crowd awed as the eagle swooped down and caught the hunk of meat in mid-air. The eagle even began to tear at the flesh mid-flight.

"I wonder how he managed to cram all that meat into that tiny little satchel." Tony wondered out loud.

Bruce couldn't really answer him, for he was wondering about that too. Thor didn't seem bothered, for he knew that the young Seidr likely held his own array of tricks.

By the end the crowd were beginning to question the whereabouts of the great Crimson bird that many had never seen before.

Tony watched as Harry turned away from the crowd. He walked back to the edge of the stage so that he could pick up some kind of stick. He walked back out to the middle section of the stage, brandishing the stick.

There was silence all around as the crowd held their breaths, wondering what was coming next.

"Please don't try stuff like this at home kids!" Harry said half serious, half amused.

Harry reached into his satchel and brought something out. Tony watched as Harry lit the stick up. On both ends.

The crowd gasped and awed as Harry begun to twirl the stick of fire around as if he had practiced this show all his life. The fire resembled a Catherine wheel as if spun and danced in the sunlight. Harry began to whistle a tune as he worked.

Tony noticed Fawkes swoop in from nowhere. Harry threw the baton up just as Fawkes was coming in close. Fawkes caught it within his obsidian talons and flew up and out, twirling as he went. All eyes followed the streak of fire that shot across the sky like a sluggish comet.

Fawkes trilled his song once more as the fire glowed with orange heat. His feathers actually sparkled in the light of the fire. It was an effect that was both unexpected and welcome. It was one of the most beautiful sights Tony had ever seen. It was more beautiful than the sight of the most gorgeous naked girl he had ever seduced into his bed, more beautiful than the iron suits designs and more beautiful than the sight of a defeated Loki disappearing with Thor after a hard won battle.

Fawkes suddenly dropped the Baton right over Harry, who then caught it once again.

Tony almost missed what Harry was about to do, but he didn't.

The raven haired boy held the fire level with his face, pointed towards the sky, and let loose a massive flamethrower.

The thing that was the most amazing of all was the fact that without any prompting of any kind, Fawkes burst through the fire stream, his feathers actually catching alight.

Fawkes resembled a living, breathing fireball. The energy and beauty awed the crowd. Even those that worried for the bird's safety seemed transfixed.

In about two seconds the fire extinguished itself on the surface of Fawkes's red plumage. It left like a river over rock and left trails of sparkling flames within the wake of air.

Fawkes gave out one last trill before landing back on Harrys arm. Harry raised the other arm and called Buckbeak over. All three actually bowed to the crowd. The bow was deep and sort of mystical.

"How did he train his birds to do all of that?" Bruce had to speak out over the claps of the crowd.

Tony was transfixed; absolutely bewitched. 'Harry, you are one of the most surprising young men I have ever encountered.' Fiery, beautiful and kind, Harry was a man Tony desperately wanted to get to know better.

For now though, in a most unusual manner, he clapped along with the crowd for someone other than himself.


I hope you don't mind the switched point of views. I thought it was the best way to go. I only included a little information about the birds so that you guys werent overloaded with info. I hope I didn't bore you.