I do not own Harry Potter, or Iron Man/Avengers!

WARNING: Bad Language. Possible Pepper bashing. There may be negative views about homosexuality expressed in this fic by certain characters. This is not meant to offend, and ARE NOT THE PERSONAL VIEWS OF THE AUTHOR!

This is JARVIS talking.

Chapter 9

"JARVIS, find out if there is a sex tape being offered for sale, and if so, by who. I want names. Get my lawyers started with a lawsuit on the Daily Mail, and have them file an injunction against the pictures they may have bought. Let's get this taken care of. I want everyone involved in that flight yesterday fired. I don't care if they have been with Stark Industries since I was in leading strings. Every single person who touched that plane is gone- from housekeeping to the pilots. Investigate every single one of them. We need to find who did this." Tony said, talking to JARVIS from his phone. He finally noticed Harry, who was being comforted by Sirius.

Harry had collapsed in on himself. He looked to be in shock, and he had his face buried in his hands. "Call Whitlock. Sue the fuck out of all of them. Play the 'Daddy's dying' card for all it's worth. We need extra time to contain this. This could ruin everything I've worked for." Harry said.

"Don't worry. We will handle it. Whoever did this will wish they'd never been born. No one crosses a Black." Sirius said, face cold and hard.

"Or a Stark." Tony said, listening to the end of their conversation. "I am so sorry." Tony said, looking devastatedly contrite. "Someone I hired did this. I am the one who initiated our 'activities' on the plane, and it was my plane in the first place. That makes this my fault. I will do anyt..." Tony continued, his feelings of guilt obvious. Harry interrupted him with a soft kiss.

"Hey. It's ok. It's not your fault. Everyone with a staff and a bit of fame runs the risk of being sold out. With your level of fame, the risk is exponential. Add mine, and it was only a matter of time. I'm not mad at you, baby." Harry said, then kissed him deeply.

Tony pulled back, looking into Harry's beautiful green eyes. He was amazed at how understanding Harry was. Harry truly saw the best in Tony. He was the only person in his life who truly, honestly believed in him. Who gave him the benefit of the doubt. Who didn't hold his past actions against him. Who didn't think he was just a brilliant, irresponsible, screw up with no morals to speak of. Someone who had to be watched constantly, and led around like a child.

It hit him suddenly, like a strike of lightening. He was in love with Harrison Potter-Black. Like, in love, love. Love of a lifetime- love. Till Death Do Us Part -Love. I love you more than I love myself-love.

Tony Stark was officially freaking out. He had never been in love before. He had never wanted it. He had craved love from his father and mother, but that was different. He had avoided romantic entanglements like the plague. The less people he cared about, the less people who would hurt him by leaving. Or disappoint him by only wanting him for his money.

Harry had always been different, though. He had never wanted the usual wham/bam with Harry. Harry had his own money and fame. He did not need Tony's. In fact, Tony's type of fame was more harmful and ephemeral than Harry's type of fame. And while he had more money than Harry, it was 'New Money'. Tony was rich while Harry was 'Wealthy'. His family had been wealthy for centuries, and still owned large pieces of land in England, Scotland, and Wales. If Harry sold that land, he would have more money than Tony, easily.

Once Lord Potter died, Harry would have all the wealth of the Potter Corp. behind him. Potter Corp. mainly dealt in medical supplies and pharmaceuticals. They were a multimillion dollar company, making money hand over fist. Harry was the sole Heir.

In other words, Harry did not want or need Tony Stark for his money, or publicity.

Obie had been whispering in his ear how Harry was using him for press coverage. Tony had countered by showing him all of Harry's press coverage from before he met Tony. He was a hot property in the New York press. He didn't need Tony for that. Tony had pursued Harry. Not the other way around. He didn't know what Obie had against Harry. What was he trying to achieve?

Tony shook his head. He would think about this later. "We will fix this. I will do everything I can to make this right, ok?" Tony said, putting his arms around Harry's waist.

"Sir? A company called Pleasure Town Productions has purchased the recording from an 'unknown source'. They are advertising it by showing a short clip that has gone viral. It is taking over the Internet as we speak. They have entitled the tape: Worshiping The Lord, With Tony Stark, and are charging $99.99 for the 85 minute video. It has been on sale for six hours, and sold over 800,000 copies." Jarvis said, interrupting their cuddle.

"Oh my God! Bloody, fucking, Hell!" Harry yelled, turning around and sweeping the dishes off of the table in anger. Platters of food crashed around their feet, splashing eggs, syrups, and other sundry breakfast items all over the floor. The sound of breaking glass brought Dobby running. Seeing what happened, he held back, calling a couple of kitchen maids.

Tony stepped over the broken glass, grabbing Harry around his waist. "Oh, Harry. Baby, it's ok. We will get through this, I promise you" Tony said, turning Harry to face him. He put his hands on Harry's cheeks, and looked into his eyes. Harry's eyes were a study in fear. He looked completely destroyed, and unsure what to do. "I love you, Harry. Probably the worst timing ever to tell you that, but I do. No matter what the world thinks or says, we are in this together. There is nothing to be ashamed of here. We are a couple. We had consensual, private sex. Someone violated our privacy by taping it, and selling it. We did nothing wrong." He said, looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"You love me? Really? I need you to be sure, Tony. I love you, with all my heart. I love you, quirks and all. But I need to know you are all in, Tony. Please. Don't break my heart." Harry said. He had tears running down his cheeks -he couldn't help it. His estranged father was dying. He could go literally any minute.

A tape of him having sex was now basically public property. Homosexual sex at that. Knowing someone is gay, and seeing them have gay sex are two totally different things.

How would this affect his career? (Modeling or Architecture?) What about Potter Corp.? The House of Lords? This was a fucking shit storm. The ramifications of this were unknown currently, but he knew they would be severe. People would treat this like he did a Gay Porno.

The only good to come out of this was Tony. Tony loved him. He never thought they would get this far, but he was so glad they did. Tony was a good man.

"Oh, Baby. Don't cry. I am all in. I love you. I am honestly amazed and humbled that you love me too. I will prove it to you. Everything will be alright." Tony said, holding Harry, and rubbing his back. Tony was nuzzling his neck while the maids were cleaning up the mess, when JARVIS went off.

"Sir? Ms Potts has overridden your controls, and insists that you answer her calls. She says you have to discuss 'Your latest fuckup with the boytoy'. That was said under her breath Sir, so I am not sure if I was meant to report it." JARVIS said, his slightly robotic voice sounding snarky and deadpan.

"Boytoy." Harry said quietly.

Sirius actually backed up. Harry being loud and angry was a quick explosion, then it was over. A quiet Harry, well, a quiet Harry was, quite frankly, scary as Hell. You had to realise, and remember, that Harry had contacts, and resources around the world. If you pushed him too far, he would ruin you, and never think twice about it after.

There was a reason why the handsome, talented, Valedictorian at Brown, Cedric Diggory was working as a clerk in an office somewhere in Indonesia, wasn't there?

Tony frowned. "I don't understand why she doesn't like you, or our relationship." He said, genuinely clueless.

Harry snorted, his disbelief clear. "Isn't it obvious? She wants you. She assumed that the 'womanizing Tony Stark' would eventually hit on his assistant. Maybe she thought she could change you, or parlay that into a better job, I don't know." Harry said, waving his hand in dismissal. "Instead, you are too busy taking it up the ass, or being sucked off by some 'useless pretty boy' as she called me the other day. It has ruined her plans, and pissed her off. The bad thing is, I think I could be good friends with her in other circumstances. You need to talk to her. You might also want to tell her to stop being a bitch to your boyfriend whenever your back is turned. At first it was amusing, but now it is just annoying and pathetic." Harry said, laying his head on Tony's shoulder.

"I know this is horrible timing, but the Hospital just called. It's bad. We need to get there quick if you are gonna see James." Sirius interrupted, putting his hand on Harry's back.

"Ok. Let's do this." Harry said, steeling himself. He washed all evidence of the tears off his face, and brushed his hair. Once he was ready, they opened the front door. The amount of press was shocking. The police actually had had to set up barracades, and were holding them back.

Questions were flying- some about Lord Potter, but most about the tape. They only heard a few as they were bustled into the car. The drive to the hospital was quiet. Sirius and Tony were talking to their Attorneys, but Harry was haunted by one question he heard shouted out amoung the others.

"Lord Potter-Black? Do you think your homosexuality and the stress it caused, hastened your father's death?"