Tony had been silent for a few minutes before he almost began bouncing off the walls, "Really? I mean magic is real? You're a witch? Oh man, genius, hot, rich, we're both that but you've one-upped me again."

"Anthony!" Hermione yelled out, laughing at his behaviour, "If you settle down, I'll tell you the short version of my life."

It took as few more minutes but soon he was sitting beside her on the lounge, only occasionally bouncing his feet, "Ok."

"Right well you know I attended Cornell when I was 10 and 11, I would have gone on but I got accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was there 6 years, should have been 7 but I'll get to that. Anyway 2 months after I started, my life changed forever, I gained two of the best friend possible, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. That night, Halloween, also began the Golden Trio's placement on the front lines of a war, not that we knew it back then."

"A war? You were, what, 12? What sort of monster…"

"The worst sort," Hermione cut in, "His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle Jnr at birth but before finishing Hogwarts he was going by the name Lord Voldemort, and had already killed his Muggle, non-magical, father and paternal grandparents. He was set on ruling the world, removing all Muggles or making them slaves to those of pure magical blood, or worthy enough in his eyes. Hell, I'm called a Muggleborne, my parents didn't have magic, and during my 6th year, a Death Eater spy, and my Potions professor, Severus Snape, a cold bastard, was very concerned when informing me that Voldemort didn't want me killed."

"Why?" Tony was holding her hands, already concerned.

"He wanted me. The previous year he had seen me fighting, had heard all about me from his Death Eaters, and decided that I was the only one worthy of becoming his Dark Lady," the shudder shook the lounge, even all those years it still disgusted her, "Yeah, that never happened. Anyway, the war. See when Harry was still being formed inside his mother, a prophecy was made that had one of two boys being the only one to kill Voldemort. So when the boys were 15 months old, Voldemort attacked the Potter residence, their hidden location sold out by a slimy rat bastard. James and Lily Potter died that night but when the Killing Curse struck Harry, he was saved by ancient love magic through his mother's sacrifice and Voldemort became a wraith.

"Onward now, over our school years we faced trolls, evil soul-sucking monsters called Dementors, a 60 foot Basilisk but I was petrified at that stage, many Death Eaters, and various other things. It wasn't all bad though. After the death of Harry's godfather Sirius Black, the last remaining best friend of James Potter, Remus Lupin blood adopted all three of us. Because Remus is a werewolf, his inactive blood gave us perks like enhanced senses, speed, healing and strength. Then there was, what was to be out 7th and final year."

Sensing her distress, Tony moved in to hug his friend, "You don't have to tell me."

"You are a part of my family Tony and I want you to know, I didn't have to tell Phil, Bruce was told last week, and I had Natasha learn from Phil."

"Who's Phil? And Banner and Romanoff knew before me?" The last part was half-joking, "Wait, you know Banner and Romanoff?"

Rolling her eyes, "Phil Coulson, our handler, I've known him since I accidently hacked into Bruce's Culver University research in 2001, he's a nice man. As for Natasha, I met her at Stark Industries, you were there, and we have been out for coffee a few dozen times, when she's in the States and not on a mission."

"And Dr Banner?"

"I tracked him down after his incident, gave him food, money, clothes and a laptop. After that I would visit every month, even Hulk trusts me, actually he always did, must be able to pick up that I'm no threat. Bruce didn't even know my last name until last week, so don't be jealous."

"Right"

"So my last year in the magical world. Harry, Ron and I were fugitives, the government was overthrown by Death Eaters, so we lived off the land. Ron, after hearing about all the raids, ran off in December, returned in mid-January, to make sure his family was safe. During that time though, I was attacked, which I will talk about later. It's funny the things you remember, you know. Before Ron left, we sat down and wrote out our wills, whoever was left of us three got all but a portion, if none of us made it, our money was to go to creating a magical orphanage, so there would be no more Voldemorts. After we sent them, we were rather depressed, so I started our radio and began dancing. We spent the whole day dancing, singing and laughing, like we weren't in the middle of a war.

"2 weeks before the Final Battle, we were captured and taken to Malfoy Manor, where the boys were kept in a dungeon while I was tortured," taking the glamour off of her inner forearm, "I heal extremely fast but Bellatrix Lestrange learnt that enchanted fire will still leave a scar. Mudblood is to a Muggleborne as, well a certain slur is to an African-American. We escaped but not without the death of two innocent souls, we buried Luna by her father and mother, while Dobby was buried in the Potter cemetery. A week after burying them, we were pissed off and ready for it to be over.

"Harry had me as sniper, perched on turrets of the castle, I was the best shot and most powerful. I struggled with my orders, Ron and his father were killed, then his mother. When his twin brothers went, I left and helped save another Weasley son's life before joining in again. My Da, Remus, his wife Tonks, Bill Weasley and his wife Fleur, all ended up in the medical area, Da and Bill guarding it as their loves were being healed. Then Voldemort's call of Harry's death rang out, but we hung together, stubbornly refusing to believe. I had taken position on the bridge, and after Ginny attacked Voldemort the battle began once more. Harry was just unconscious but he was up and alert as his true love died, followed by his first friend Hagrid and Hagrid's half-brother Grawp.

"The defining moment of the battle took maybe 10 seconds, Voldemort was dead, the Death Eaters scattered, and Harry died in my arms. After the funerals and will readings, I spent a month trying to keep Da together, raise his baby Teddy and help Tonks with her new legs. Then I hid away. That's my magical life really, a warrior at 12, first kill at 16, multibillionaire at almost 19."

Tony held her tight, he had been for a while, and let her cry into his shirt, letting it out always came with tears which is why she rarely did. When the tears were gone, Hermione dried her face and was pleased that the cerulean blue eyes showed nothing but care and compassion, "So, an interesting childhood."

"You could say that," the witch laughed.

"Multibillionaire too, you really are out to one-up me," they both laughed at that, "Thank you for telling me Mia, I know it wasn't easy."

"It definitely wasn't but I wanted to tell you, not just hand you my file"

Waiting a moment, the man then asked, "You said you were attacked."

That brought a half smile to the witch's face, "Yeah. Now don't freak out, but perhaps be flattered as only one other person has seen this."

As Hermione unbuttoned her shirt, Tony groaned, "I'm in a new committed relationship and now you take your clothes off for me."

"Tony," the warning kept him silent as she moved her bra cup, "Do you see them?"

Keeping his sexual comments to himself, Tony nodded and without thinking, ran two fingers over the scar just beside her left areola, "Human teeth? Did someone bite you?"

"Yeah, a vampire. I was out hunting and he tackled me to the ground, was going to use my dead body for a trap to capture Harry. Was pleased to be getting a virgin meal, the blood of virgins is a delicacy apparently. Anyway, werewolf blood, when consumed by a vampire, is a slow and painful death, which he found out the hard way. Harry nursed me overnight as the venom changed me and helped me grieve after I told him what it meant."

Tony had removed his hand the second he realised what he was doing and questioned, "Grieved? You have a heartbeat, you go out into the sun, and you've had many meals with me, that doesn't sound like the old legends."

Redoing her buttons, Hermione explained, "Oh there are many positives, many are because I'm a hybrid of werewolf and vampire. The legends are correct, true vampires die in sunlight, drink only blood, and are essentially dead. For me though, none of that applies because of my werewolf blood, though every full moon I am required to have some blood, I buy a flask of animal blood from the local apothecary. Hell, I could still have a family of my own. Tony, do you know in 3 months I will have been in this world for 31 years?"

"Yes, you do age well too"

Removing her bracelet, Hermione saw the shock, "Many millions of women would kill to have what I have, until they realised what it truly meant. I will forever be 18 years old, aging physically with the help of my invention as to not need to move every few years. Only because Harry made me promise before he died that I make friends and family that I let all of you into my life. I will remain a teenager while I watch you all age around me and eventually die, an ability I do not have."

"How do you know that?" Tony asked worriedly.

"I'd taken my father's old service pistol for added protection before going on the run, and after the battle I brought it out of my purse. The impact knocked me unconscious and when I came around the next day I would have thought it all a horrible nightmare except for the fact I was covered in blood and my shirt had an entry and exit bullet hole in it," she shrugged sadly, "Destroyed the gun and haven't thought about it since. Took up meditating to help handle the grief and anger."

"Mia, I'm saying this to you as a friend, brother, and one of the only men to touch your breast," the cheeky grin grew with the blush before he went serious again, "I'm truly sorry that you've gone through so much and been dealt a rotten hand but if you ever try to do yourself harm again, I would certainly attempt to kill you."

"I promise not to Tony. By the way, other than Harry, you're the only other man to see my breast, and the only one to touch"

Tony laughed even after being hit over the head.