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Tony went back to the room that Harry had been in, only to find it empty. There was no Harry in the bed. No Harry anywhere in the room. Tony was about to panic when he heard a flush from down the corridor. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. Why hadn't the kid used the ensuite attached to the room rather than the communal toilet down the hall?

It was another minute before Harry slowly made his way back into the room, limping slightly. Tony wanted to help the kid, but the determined look in Harry's eyes made Tony reconsider his actions.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, well, make that 30 seconds…"

"Sure Mr Stark." Harry replied with a grin. "29, 28, 27.."

"Well hello Mr Sassy, where did you come from?" Tony exclaimed with a laugh, "You up for a couple of visitors?

Tony mentally laughed at the confused look on the kid's face. "Thor and his menace of a brother think they know how you ended up here." He said as an explanation.

"Uh- Sure?" Harry replied. The kid looked utterly baffled, but seemed to be taking everything in his stride. It must royally suck to find yourself in the middle of a world that isn't yours. Tony blinked. Capsicle must have felt pretty similar to Harry when he first woke up. He'd have to introduced the two if the kid stayed around.

"Jar?"

"Sending them down now, Sir."

Tony loved being able to be lazy and not having to go and fetch them. It was so much better having J.A.R.V.I.S. around to do it for him. Harry limped over to the bed and let himself fall face first onto it. Tony chuckled at the kid's behavior. A few moments later there was a knock on the doorframe and the three men walked in. Harry had sat up on the bed when Bruce had knocked.

"Hello." Harry said quietly.

"Greetings young one!" Thor boomed, causing the kid to flinch. Loki didn't say anything in greeting, just stared rather creepily at Harry.

"Right. Reindeer Games, do your mumbo jumbo."

Loki turned to glare at him and Tony just grinned. Annoying Loki was so much fun! Even better when Loki had no choice but to do as he said. Loki closed his eyes and started moving his hands about. Loki's hands started glowing again, but interestingly enough Harry also started glowing the same colour. It confirmed Tony's theory though, and oh how Tony loved being right.

"Wait?!" Harry said, his voice shaking slightly, but it was filled with hope. "You-You can do magic?"

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. The kid was going to bond with Loki over magic, wasn't he? Why couldn't the kid be uninterested in Loki? Or even dislike him? Dislike would be good! Dislike would be very good! If the kid got on with Loki, and the kid was staying here, then it would be more likely for Loki to make more visits. Tony didn't want that thing anywhere near his tower, let alone in it.

"Indeed." Loki said, raising an eyebrow. Thor looked as confused as Bruce did. Tony had forgotten that Bruce hadn't been in the room when Harry had told him about his magic.

Tony smirked.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that Harry here can do magic?" Tony drawled. Loki and Thor both turned their heads to look at him in shock. Tony swore he heard someone's neck crack. Tony just laughed. The two turned back to stare at Harry in sinc.

"Where are you from Seidr?" Thor boomed.

"Uhh, Earth?" Harry said, "But not this earth. In my universe everyone in this room is fictional; characters in a comic book. I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how to get back."

"Prove it." Loki said. "Prove that you have magic."

Harry awkwardly explained how he relied on a wand to Loki. Tony felt like laughing first of all at Harry's awkwardness and secondly as the affronted look upon Loki's face. Tony wished that he had some popcorn, watching the two interact was hilarious, even if it did mean that he had to put up with having Loki in his tower for longer.

"Have you never used your magic without a … wand?"

"No- Well, I guess I did when I was younger. We have what we call accidental magic as children. But-"

Loki interrupted Harry by waving a hand, causing one of the pillows on the bed to hit Thor in the face.

"If you could do it as a child you are able to do it now. You didn't force yourself here?" Loki asked urgently. Tony sighed. He had already told them that. But had they listened?

"No!" Harry exclaimed vehemently, clenching his fists in anger.

"Then you cannot go enormous level of power needed to rip another hole in the Yggdrasil is something even I have not the power to do." Loki said and the blood seemed to leave Harry's face at Loki's statement. "Attempting to do so would most likely destroy both of our universes."

Maybe it was best that Harry stayed. Tony would rather avoid total annihilation if he could. Staying unannihilated was a good plan; a great plan even.

"There's nothing for me to go back to." Harry muttered, but Tony knew that all of them in the room could hear him. "They're all dead now anyway."

Tony grimaced. How does one comfort a kid who's just lost everything and everyone he's ever known? Tony normally left the comforting thing to others.

"Well, welcome to Earth kid." Tony said bluntly, causing Bruce who had just stood in the corner for the whole encounter to facepalm. Tony smirked. It was just too easy.

"Right. You've met Harry. Now get out of my tower and back to Asgard."

Loki sneered at him, and Tony just smirked back.

"The All Father will want to hear of this development." Thor boomed. Tony rolled his eyes mentally. Did he really have to state the obvious? Tony bit back the 'Captain Obvious' remark that he wasted to make, but it would be wasted on the Asgardian who would want it then explained to him. Tony would much rather Loki be gone as soon as possible. All four of them left Harry alone in the room. Tony was supposed to have stayed with the kid as Bruce escorted Loki and Thor from the building, but Tony didn't trust Loki to not try some funny business. Harry was a big boy, he would be fine by himself for a few minutes, right?

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Harry was feeling numb. He knew that he had no clue of how to even start to figure out how he got here, let alone how to get back, but to have it confirmed so coldly was a stab to the gut. It wasn't as if there was anything left there for him now. Voldemort had most probably won the Battle at the Ministry, and even so everyone that he had cared about had died in the battle. There was nobody to go back to. They were all dead and it was entirely his fault. He had killed them. If he hadn't have been so stupid as to fall for such an obvious trap then none of them would be dead and he wouldn't be stuck here. He was a monster. He had killed people. He had killed Death Eaters in the battle. They were losing and people were dying and Harry just couldn't take it anymore; so he used darker spells and didn't try to incapacitate them. He would go for the kill. He would kill them before they could kill him. He was a monster and Harry hated what he had become.

Harry let himself slide off of the edge of the bed and onto the floor, ignoring the pain that flared at the sudden movement. Harry noticed that his hands were shaking. Why were they shaking? Harry concentrated on trying to keep his hands still, but then realised that it wasn't just his hands, but his whole body that was shaking. Why couldn't he stop them shaking? He swallowed and rested his head on his palms. Why did Hermione and Ron have to die? Why did Sirius have to die? He should have known that he was bound to lose someone else. His life was never that easy. He could have never expected to be thrown into another universe, but he should have at least suspected something. Fate wouldn't have given up on her favourite chew toy quite yet.

The bedroom door opened and instantly Harry was on his feet, crouched painfully behind the far side of the bed, hand grasping for his wand. Harry had a moment of sheer panic as he realised that he didn't have his wand. He didn't have any way in which to defend himself. Harry took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. Harry looked towards the door.

It was Mr Stark.

The man looked around the room and looked like was about to leave the room when he noticed Harry behind the bed. Mr Stark frowned, tilted his head slightly and entered the room fully.

"Harry?" He said softly. He sounded concerned, which confused Harry. Harry glanced downwards in shame. He didn't want Mr Stark to see him like this; to see him this weak.

He was already enough of a burden as it was. Mr Stark approached him and tried to look Harry in the eye and Harry flinched away from the eye contact; away from the veiled pity that he knew would be in those eyes. Mr Stark sighed and Harry flinched away from the noise.

"Crap. I don't know how to do this. Harry, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I'm not going to trap you in here and make you tell me what is bothering you. However you need to talk to someone. Whether that's myself, Jarvis, Bruce or even just a journal or something. But you need to talk about it to something. I've made that mistake and it's not pretty."

Harry looked up at the man in shock. It was almost as if Mr Stark cared, but Harry decided that he must be mistaken. He had only met the man earlier a couple of days ago, and he had been unconscious for most of that time. Mr Stark couldn't have come to care for him enough in that short space of time. He was only helping out of some weird guilt or sense of duty. He couldn't care.

Mr Stark's words reminded Harry of something Hermione had said to him a few months ago. They had had an argument, both unleashing their bottled feelings of general frustration at each other. After they had both calmed down, Hermione had made Harry promise to not bottle up his feelings. Harry clenched his teeth. Why did Hermione, even in death, always have a point in what she said?

Harry suddenly felt extremely vulnerable. He had started shaking again. Harry closed his eyes, clenched his fists and tried futilely to stop the shaking. Why couldn't he stop the shaking. Mr Stark swore and a few moments later drew him into a hug. Harry immediately stiffened and waited for the man to let go. He needed to let go. A few minutes passed and Mr Stark didn't release Harry from the embrace.

Harry gave in.

As soon as he relaxed into the hug it was like a barrier inside of him that was keeping his emotions internal broke and the tears that had only been slightly leaking through evolved into sobbing. Harry expected the man to pull away in disgust and was left confused when the man didn't. Mr Stark just held him and let him cry his heart out into his chest.

Once Harry's sobs had subsided Mr Stark finally released Harry from the hug and sat down next to him on the floor. He placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry gave the man a watery half-smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mr Stark asked. Harry opened his mouth to say no, but found himself hesitating. Could he really confide in a stranger? The aforementioned stranger had just let him soak his shirt with tears and was seemingly not judging him for doing so. Said stranger was also letting him live with them for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it might be a good idea, besides, he had promised Hermione that he wouldn't bottle up his feelings and talking about them was one way to do so, or so Hermione had said.

"I don't even know where to start." Harry mumbled looking down. He couldn't believe that he was even considering it.

"The beginning is usually a good place to start." Mr Stark suggested sarcastically. Harry fought back a smile at the sarcasm. Harry thought about what he was going to say for a minute, only remembering half way through doing so that he didn't have to keep the story muggle friendly, as Mr Stark already knew about his Harry told him; and Mr Stark listened without interruptions, which was a little odd from what Harry had observed of the man so far.

Harry told him how he had survived the unblockable Killing Curse at age one. How he had lost his parents and defeated a Dark Lord temporarily in the process. How he had defeated a mountain troll at age 11. How Harry had killed a basilisk at age 12 and how he hadn't escaped injury in that fight. An injury which was luckily healed by a phoenix's healing tears before the venom had killed him.

Harry told Mr Stark how he had driven off over 100 Dementors, how he had saved the Philosopher's Stone. He told Mr Stark how he had out-slytherin'd a slytherin into freeing their abused House Elf, and how helped his convicted but innocent Godfather escape from the authorities. Harry told Mr Stark how he had participated in and won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, how he had watched Cedric die and how he had witnessed the rebirth of Voldemort.

Harry told Mr Stark about how he had set up an illegal defence group. He told Mr Stark how he had broken into the Ministry of Magic and how he had watched those that he loved die. Harry had watched them all die. He had watched them die and it was all his fault that they were dead. How they were all gone and everything was different.

"Harry Potter, look at me."

Harry took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The dreaded pity was in Mr Stark's eyes, but empathy and sadness were also there.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through. It's always hard to lose the ones we love. But the ones we love never truly leave us. They are with us in here." Mr Stark placed his hand over Harry's heart and tears sprung to Harry's eyes as the man echoed the words of his godfather unknowingly. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry decided to speak.

"Thanks Mr Stark." he said with a small smile. It felt strangely good to have told someone. It was as though the feeling of the whole world pressing down upon him had lessened fractionally.

"No problemo kid, I'm happy to listen whenever you need someone to talk to. But please, enough with the Mr Stark! Did you know that my name is actually Tony?" The man said sarcastically.

He had? Harry had no recollection of the man ever asking for him to refer to him as such.

"Sorry." He murmured. Mr Stark drew him into a one-armed hug. Harry let his head fall and rest upon the older man's shoulder. Harry briefly wondered if this was the kind of thing that a father did for their son, but immediately banished the thought from his head. Thoughts like that only ended up in him getting hurt when people died.

Harry didn't know how long they spent sitting there in a companionable silence, but sitting on the floor became increasingly uncomfortable as his butt fell asleep. Mr Star- Tony made a long high-pitched grumbling noise, making Harry jump slightly.

"As much as I love sitting on the floor with you kid, I do prefer blood actually in my limbs. I don't know about you, but my butt went into dreamland about ten minutes ago."

Harry laughed with Mr St-Tony and the two of them stood up and both shook their limbs to try and get their blood flowing again. Harry heard his stomach grumble loudly. Harry's eyes widened. He realised that he hadn't eaten in the past three days. He had eaten a little, but not much, on the morning of the battle and he'd been unconscious for the past couple of days.

Mr-Tony must have heard his stomach growl in hunger too, as the man asked him if he liked pizza. Harry hated to admit it, but he had never eaten pizza before. Harry had made pizza an innumerable number of times, but Dudley always ate it all and so there were never any leftovers for Harry to have. Hogwarts hadn't served the food either.

"Never had pizza?" Tony exclaimed, seemingly scandalised by the notion. "Jarvis, place an order at the usual place for every type of pizza that they serve!"

"Mr Stark you don't need to do that I-"

"Nuh-uh." Mr Stark said, waggling his finger at Harry. "I thought I told you to call me Tony? Anyway, Bruce eats lots, as do I and one of my favourite things to snack on is cold pizza, so it doesn't matter if we don't eat it all. I run on caffeine, sarcasm, and cold pizza. So I don't want to hear any complaints from you mister, I'm educating you in the way of being American."

"But-" Harry protested. Pizza had to be expensive to have delivered in. He didn't want Mr Stark to spend that kind of money on something just to 'educate him'!

"No buts! Now are you feeling up to a tour? If you're staying here with me then you'll need to know your way around the tower."

Harry agreed tentatively to the tour. He didn't particularly want to, but he didn't want to say no to the man after all that he was doing for him. Mr Stark showed him around the corridor just outside the room he had been in, explaining that the corridor was just full of spare bedrooms. How big exactly was this tower if one had a whole corridor of spare bedrooms?

Harry soon found out that the answer was absolutely huge. Tony spent the next half an hour very briefly showing him around just some of the floor that they were on. Apparently there was another 12 floors of the tower that were Mr Stark's living space. Although Mr Stark only personally used things on two of the floors. Harry couldn't wrap his mind around needing to have 10 floors of unused space. The man owned the rest of the giant of a building, but the rest was used to run his company in New York. Harry had very quickly found out that Mr Stark was a multimillionaire. Harry couldn't even begin to comprehend having that much money.

As the two of them made their way into what looked like a living room space they bumped into Bruce. Bruce scolded Mr Stark for dragging Harry around the tower. Harry would have denied being dragged, but Harry felt exhausted from the excursion.

Harry collapsed onto one of the sofas, happy to stop for a while. It was at that point that the pizza arrived, much to both Harry and Bruce's chagrin. Neither of them understood why Tony needed one pizza of every type. Wouldn't have a few different varieties have been enough? The pizza boxes filled the length of the room. Harry felt slightly overwhelmed. How on earth would he choose which flavours to eat? Harry had absolutely no clue what was even on some of the pizzas. What if he didn't like what was on one of the pizzas? He couldn't just spit it out. What if Mr Stark and Bruce judged him on his choice of pizza?

Harry felt a hand on his and almost jumped out of his seat. When had Mr Stark moved across the room? Mr Stark had a plate with a couple of pieces of pizza on. One of the pieces of pizza had some various meats on it, and the other didn't seem to have anything extra on it, just cheese. Harry went to push up his glasses, remembering only when his hand didn't meet anything that his glasses hadn't arrived with him.

"Why don't you see if you like these first?" Mr Stark said, holding out the plate to Harry.

Harry found himself giving the man a grateful smile. "Thanks." He murmured. Harry picked up the pizza piece without the meat on it and took a bite out of the end of it. It was very greasy, but it didn't taste bad. Harry swallowed his mouthful and smiled at Mr Stark, who was waiting eagerly on his judgement.

"It's amazing." Harry said softly, and took a bite of the meat pizza and couldn't help but let sounds of enjoyment slip out of him. Harry now knew what all the fuss was about. This stuff was amazing! Harry took another three bites in quick succession. He could hear somebody chuckling from across the room, but Harry didn't care. Harry finished the slices on his plate and ended up trying 4 other types of pizza, having once slice of each, and discovered that he didn't dislike any of them, but the Hawaiian pizza was definitely his favourite, closely followed by the meaty one that he had tried second that he hadn't caught the name of.

Mr Stark and Bruce ate a startling amount of pizza, making his six slices look like a mere bite in comparison. What had impressed Harry was that Bruce was able to eat triple the amount of pizza that Tony was capable of eating. Harry made a mental note that when he cooked anything for the two that he would need to cook a Dursley portion for each of the men. Bruce nor Mr Stark were fat like Dudley and Vernon were though, so the men must work off the food through exercise somehow.

Harry enjoyed eating with the two men. They had engaged Harry in some conversation, but had let it go when they realised that Harry was happier to just listen to their conversation. Mr Stark and Bruce had gotten distracted and had eventually started talking about something that Harry assumed was science. It sounded sciencey at the very least. Harry had no clue what they were on about. He had the scientific knowledge of a below average eleven year old from in the nineties. The things that Mr Stark and Bruce were discussing were well beyond Harry's scientific knowledge, but Harry enjoyed listening to them anyway.

Full, comfy, and warm, Harry closed his eyes, listening to the men debate as he gradually slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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