Harry glanced down at Teddy as they left Dudley's house and stopped on the lawn. "Teddy, are you up for apparating?"

Teddy nodded and started to grin, only for it to turn into a yawn. "Yeah, Andromeda side... side..."

Harry smiled as Teddy drifted off in his arms and tightened his arms around his godson. "Lelan, you done warding the place?"

"Yes, I am," Lelan replied, walking around from the back of Dudley's home and coming to stand beside him. "Cute kid."

Harry snorted. "Well, you up for apparating the two of us with you?"

"As my prince commands," Lelan remarked, holding out his hand.

"How do you keep a straight face for that?" Harry asked, placing his hand in Lelan's and rolling his eyes.

Lelan snorted and apparated the three of them back to Grimmauld Place.


"Harry, we have to get you a new wand," Hermione commented, watching as Harry tucked Teddy into a small twin sized bed in Harry's room.

"Tomorrow," Harry murmured. "Then I'll go have a visit with the Burrow. Hermione..."

"Hmm?"

Harry placed a kiss on Teddy's forehead then gestured for Hermione to follow him out. "I went to my aunt and uncle's place today to retrieve him."

"You told us," Hermione commented, following him back downstairs to the drawing room and sitting down in the chair that Draco was sitting in.

"I think there's someone behind all of this," Harry explained. "Someone who orchestrated my kidnapping or 'murder', placing Teddy with my relatives and encouraging the Weasleys to go along with it."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Do you know who it is?"

"Not exactly no," Harry answered. "The word of my muggle relatives is rather tentative and hard to believe."

"What did they tell you?" Hermione asked, nodding. "I know what they did to you when you had to stay there so I understand you not believing them."

Draco glanced between Hermione and Harry. "What did they do to you? I thought..."

Harry turned to look at Varian, who was standing guard by the door, then back at Draco. "I wasn't exactly treated as a prince, as you Slytherins may have guessed. I was made to cook for them and do their chores. I thought of myself as... well less than what I am now. They called me a 'freak'."

Draco's eyes widened and glanced at Hermione. "I see why you two were so close now."

Hermione chuckled and leaned her head on Draco's shoulder.

"Yeah, she's my sister in all but blood," Harry offered then started as the wards at the door went off. He stood up and glanced at Varian who had stiffened. "Kreacher?"

"Yes, master?"

"Would you go and see who is at the door, please?"

Kreacher popped out, was gone for a minute then popped back into the room. "It is a human witch."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you recognize her?"

"No, Kreacher does not recognize her."

"Okay, I'll go see who it is then," Harry said then turned to glance at Kreacher. "Did the Fidelius charm get canceled by someone?"

"No, Kreacher is certain that the home is still hidden."

Harry raised an eyebrow then wandered back into the hallway.

"Harry, you don't have a wand! What if-" Hermione was yelling out, running to catch up to him.

"I'll use my elemental magic," Harry said, with a hint of growl in his tone. "If it comes to that... I just want to see who it is, maybe see who we're up against."

"You can use elemental magic?" Draco enquired, coming to walk alongside them. "I thought..."

"All elves can use some kind of elemental magic," Harry replied distractedly, stopping at the door. He glanced to where the painting of Sirius' mother had been and smiled. There was a burnt hole in the wall where the painting had been. At least she wasn't shrieking anymore. "If... Hermione, if it comes to attacking whoever it is at the door, would you get Teddy out of here? And maybe Buckbeak too?"

Hermione nodded hesitantly. "You really think it would come to that?"

"It might," Harry muttered and opened the door.

On the other side was a young woman with nondescript brown curly hair. She was about as tall as him. He could obviously tell that she was a witch but that was it for anything he could see.

"May I help you?" Harry asked, ready to push some fire or air out.

She grinned at him. "Mr. Potter. You certainly look like you did in the papers those seven years ago."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

The woman nodded then straightened. "I heard you saved my CEO just a few days ago."

"Hmm?"

"In Afghanistan? Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, I did," Harry replied, a little curiously. He heard Draco and Hermione walk back to the kitchen, murmuring to each other. "Your boss? You mean..."

"Yes, Stark Industries has an office building in muggle London," the woman said, smiling a little. "I wanted to give you something that Mr. Stark had ordered sent."

Harry stared as the woman brought out a cellphone and handed it out to him. He took it and glanced down at it. It was, as far as Harry knew, the most recent phone that Stark tech had put out.

"Does Tony know that he has wizards and witches working for him in England?" Harry asked, putting the phone in his pocket.

The woman chuckled. "No, I would hope not. I'm the only witch or wizard there so... I suppose I would know if I had told my supervisors about it. The phone should work while magic is performed nearby so you should have no trouble."

"Does... I mean, does Tony want me to call or..." Harry trailed off, shrugging a little.

The woman sighed. "It wasn't Tony who gave the order to give you a phone. Jarvis did."

"Jarvis? Who's that?" Harry asked. "I don't-"

"Jarvis is Mr. Stark's AI. He's like an intelligent computer, as far as I know."

"Oh."

Harry drew out the phone again and turned it on. The Stark Industries logo appeared and then the phone went to the home screen, little icons coming up. He touched the contacts button and saw 'Tony Stark' in the list of contacts. Tony's name was the only name besides Jarvis in the list.

The woman shrugged a little and stepped back, getting ready to apparate away. She turned to look out at the street then glanced at him. "Before I leave, apparently Mr. Stark's personal jet is sitting on the runway that we own at Heathrow airport."

"What?" Harry said. "What exactly does that mean?"

"Mr. Stark is still in California. Our office just heard today that he sent his own jet to London. It's sitting there, ready for take off at any time. Our orders were to see if you needed it."

Harry blinked and stared, starting to smile slowly.

The woman narrowed her eyes and gave him a slow once over glance. "You're in trouble, aren't you? Our ministry of magic should have done more to appreciate everything you did for us. I certainly appreciate not having to go to work in fear of my life."

Harry sighed. "Should I go to your office when and if I need it or go straight to Heathrow?"

"Go straight to Heathrow and ask for the Stark jet at the info desk," the woman steadily replied. "They'll get the pilots ready."