Harry's eyes widened and he sat straight up on the garden bench as the sound of thunder filled the air and a column of rainbow aura filled the air. It disappeared a moment later, leaving him a sight almost as unusual. Thor stood in front of him. The AVENGER Thor. The GOD OF THUNDER Thor. A small part of him noted that there was an odd runic pattern literally burned into the previously perfect lawn under Thor's feet and took a certain degree of glee at this fact. (A second, smaller part of him absently noted a pair of large green eyes disappear from the hedges with a small pop, though this was dismissed as his eyes playing tricks on him. They were, after all, still watering from that light show.) Mostly though, his attention was drawn by the man in front of him.

Thor was instantly recognizable of course, what with his long hair and short beard, and of course his hammer, though curiously he was dressed in Muggle clothing. Harry supposed that this made sense, if nothing else he doubted that metal armor was very comfortable as casual wear, but it was still strange to see the GOD OF THUNDER in jeans and a red flannel. Thor cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "This is Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, yes?" He asked Harry. "I haven't landed in the wrong yard, have I?" Harry nodded dumbly for a few seconds before finding his voice.

"Yes. Yes it is." He said, trying to process the fact that Thor had arrived here one hundred percent intentionally, that this wasn't an amazing accident. Thor nodded quickly, shifting on his feet, one hand drumming anxiously on the head of his hammer.

"And..." He took a deep breath, then focused his gaze on Harry. It was a rather warm and kind gaze, tinged with...fear? "Are you Harry Potter?" Harry's jaw dropped. He'd known, on some level, that this visit had something to do with him (well he'd suspected at least) if only because he couldn't possibly imagine what any of the Dursleys could have done to warrant THOR'S attention, but it was one thing to suspect something and another thing entirely to have it confirmed.

"Yes. Yes I am." He managed to squeak upon finally regaining his composure. Thor nodded briskly and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything further the back door slammed open. Due to his stature it was hard for Harry to see past Thor, but he could vaguely make out Uncle Vernon behind the blonde man.

"What the blazes is going on out here?" Vernon demanded. Rather than answer him, Thor waved his hand and the door was slammed shut by a gust of wind just as violently as it had been opened. And, judging by the way the doorknob jiggled but the door remained closed, he'd done something to keep it that way. Without a wand. Thor clenched his jaw and shook his head briefly before refocusing on Harry.

"May I sit?" He asked cautiously, gesturing at the bench. Harry nodded quickly and scooted to the side, making room. Thor smiled briefly before sitting down gingerly next to him. "So..." he said, his voice reeking of awkwardness. "I'm Thor Odinson." Harry blinked. "But of course you already knew that." There was a pause. "I suppose you're wondering why I'm here, and why I know your name." Harry nodded.

"Just a bit, yeah." He said with a slight smile, which Thor returned before it vanished just as quickly.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come right out with it. I'm your father." Harry stared at him in shock.

"I...you...what?" He demanded.

"I'm very old Harry. Not by the standards of my people, but by the standards of Midgard I am very old indeed. I have have visited this planet many times." He sighed. "One of those times was thirteen years ago. I was bored of Asgard and the realms closest to it. But I had not been to Midgard in close to a century. So I came down and spent quite some time among the Wizarding community here in Britain. It was during this time that I met your mother, Lily. We courted, we were happy, but, eventually, we broke up." He shook his head bitterly. "I left in a hurry, upset and offended, and I did not look back." Thor wasn't looking at Harry anymore, instead staring intently at the lawn. "I did not know that she was pregnant when I left. If I had, I swear to you that I would NEVER have left you alone. But I didn't know. And now that I do, and I'm here, all I can do is beg your forgiveness." Harry sat in silence, processing this information. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be. He *couldn't* be the son of Thor. It was one thing to accept that he was a wizard, but he'd grown up *knowing* that he was an orphan, that his parents were dead. And it wasn't as if he'd ever called down lightning any of the times he'd been in danger. Unlike when Hagrid had arrived with similarly startling news, there was no evidence that Harry could look back on to make sense of this.

But...why would Thor lie? He was fairly certain that this was Thor after all. The Twins would not play such a cruel prank on him, and while he had no doubt that Draco would be *willing* to, they couldn't use magic outside of school. As he struggled to come to grips with all of this information, something occurred to him, and he stared at Thor, anger starting to bubble up. But not at being left alone for all this time. At least, not that specifically. "Where were you when my parents died?" He demanded. "Okay, you broke up with mum. Fine. But you were on Earth when Voldemort was alive! Why didn't you kill him? He was evil! You fight evil!" Thor gave a deeply bitter sigh.

"That was why your mother and I broke up actually." He admitted. "She was never one to sit back and let others fight Lily. And she would not accept that I could not fight alongside her. For my father, the king of Asgard Odin, declared that humanity was to make their own way. That we were not to interfere in the affairs of mortals any longer. Visits and interactions were permitted, but only so long as they were discrete. Fighting alongside them, as we once had, was expressly forbidden." He sighed once more. "I have disobeyed my father many times, before and since. But I have never regretted obeying him so fiercely as I do now." Harry looked at him with a frown, but as he did so he registered the look of sorrow on Thor's face, the defeated slump of his posture, the sadness in his voice, and realized that he was entirely sincere. A less kind person would have ignored this in favor of their own pain. Or perhaps they would have taken advantage of it. But Harry was neither cruel nor selfish.

"I forgive you." He said softly. "I..." he trailed off, unable to quite find the words necessary. "I forgive you." Thor gave him a weak smile, some of the pain leaving his countenance as he heard Harry's simple words. There was a moment of silence as father and son sat beside each other, reunited at last. Finally however, Harry broke it. "What happens now?"

"Well, that's entirely up to you." Thor said gently. "You're attending Hogwarts I assume?" Harry nodded. "That means we have what, two months before the new term starts?" Harry nodded again. "Well then, we have two options as I see it. The first is that you can stay here, and I will visit you every day, barring any alien invasions or similar global catastrophes. Or, I could leave for five minutes, obtain transportation from Tony, and you could move in with me to Avengers' Tower for the holidays." Harry's eyes widened. He'd been so caught up in the revelation that Thor (THOR) was his father that the possibility of getting away from the Dursleys hadn't even registered. But now that it had.

"Move in with you!" He said quickly. "Please? Please please please?" Thor blinked, then laughed and tousled Harry's messy red hair.

"Well, far be it to deny such a fervent request from my son. I do have twelve years of birthdays to make up for if nothing else." He paused and looked at Harry, then at the Dursley house. "Though I must ask...I met Petunia once. She did not leave a favorable impression. How has she treated you?" Harry opened his mouth, closed it, paused, then opened it again.

Five minutes later

Clint looked up from where he was perched on an outcropping of Avengers Tower, doing a crossword puzzle, as Thor landed on the pad. "Hey Thor!" He called down. "Where you been? Fury wants to know if you know anything about an extremely localized thunder storm in the UK." Thor gave him a look.

"Come inside please Clint. I have something I need to tell you and the others." Clint blinked at Thor's tone but nodded and quickly tied a rope around the support, rappelling down as Thor entered the den. As he did so Natasha looked up from her tablet.

"Thor?" She asked carefully. "Do you happen to know why a tower made of blood red sandstone in the shape of a jackal's head has appeared in Iraq?" Thor sighed.

"Set was never one for subtlety." He said simply. Natasha frowned, but Thor waved a hand. "It should be harmless, so long as nobody attempts to attack it." He assured her as Clint walked in and closed the door that led to the pad. "I will explain what I suspect it to be in time, but there are other issues that must be addressed first." The two spies looked at each other, having a nonverbal conversation that ended when Clint shrugged, and both followed Thor to the sectional, Natasha lounging on the chaise while Clint perched himself on the back next to her. As they settled in and Thor began to pace, the elevator dinged and Tony ushered a concerned looking Steve and Bruce out.

"Is everything okay Thor?" Steve asked as the remaining three sat down. Thor took a deep breath and shook his head.

"No, it is very much not okay my friend." He said with a sigh. "As Tony already knows, because I enlisted his aid last night, I have just discovered that I have a son." There was a moment of stunned silence. Clint's jaw dropped, Bruce's eyes grew huge, Steve was blinking rapidly, and Natasha had gone stiff. "I did not know that he existed before last night, or I would have acted sooner." Thor said swiftly, his hands twisting anxiously. "That is where I have been this morning, speaking to him. We talked at length. He wishes to come and live here, to be with me." He paused, and looked at Tony. "I'm sorry, I suppose I should have checked with you first, given that this is your tower Tony..." he began, but the shorter man just waved him off.

"Don't worry about it big guy. I'm not exactly hurting for space. Me casa es su casa." He paused, then asked carefully, "You find out what happened to the mom?" Thor's face turned stormy for a moment.

"She was murdered some eleven years ago." He said shortly. "Harry, my son," he added quickly, realizing that he hadn't named the boy to the others besides Tony yet "was raised by his aunt and uncle who were...less than acceptable guardians." Clint made an understanding noise.

"Hence the rainstorm?" Thor nodded shortly.

"Quite."

"You said you didn't know that...Harry existed until last night." Bruce said slowly. "How'd you find out?" The others all looked at Thor curiously.

"Set paid a visit to my room last night." He explained. Tony made a strangled noise but managed to refrain from making any sexual jokes, which Thor decided to count as a victory. "He wanted to ask a favor," another strangled noise from Tony "with regards to his daughter." That proved to be too much for Tony, and he opened his mouth, only for Natasha to jab him in the ribs and Steve to give him a stern look. "Which leads me to the two favors I must ask of you." Thor continued, valiantly ignoring Tony. "Set asked me to take care of his daughter for him." Natasha arched an eyebrow at that, so Thor continued. "Set, as you may or may not know, is the Egyptian god of Chaos. As such he has fallen out of favor with my father, who is the strongest of all the Pantheon elders, and has been banished from Earth. He took a great risk visiting me last night. And so, if it is acceptable to you, I wish to honor my promise and take her in in addition to my son." There was a long moment of silence as the others processed this.

"Can she be trusted?" Natasha asked bluntly, cutting to the heart of the matter.

"I do not know." Thor replied frankly. "I have never met her. According to Set, she has been hibernating for the last five thousand years after an attempt on her life." Tony blinked rapidly, his scientific mind raving at the idea of getting to talk to a literal ancient Egyptian. "That tower you mentioned?" Thor directed at Natasha. "I suspect it to be a fortress and a beacon, created by Set to protect his daughter and ensure that we could locate her. As such, I was hoping that we could perhaps split into two groups to bring these two children home."

"Couldn't you just fly your son here?" Tony asked. "Or use the rainbow tube thing?" Thor shook his head.

"My son has a pet and belongings that would be too cumbersome to carry at the same time as him. Moreover, I would not like to risk carrying a twelve year old child across the Atlantic. And the Bifrost cannot send us from one part of Midgard to another. It requires a stopover in Asgard, and I do not wish to overwhelm my son." Tony nodded acceptance of this point, so Thor continued. "Tony, Bruce, I would like you to accompany me to retrieve Harry." Bruce looked at him in surprise.

"Why me?" He asked, surprised.

"I have two reasons. One, Set's daughter is located in Iraq. Given what I gather the situation is like in that area, it does not seem like an ideal place for you to visit, particularly as I do not know her temperament and how she will react to visitors." Bruce nodded in acceptance. "And more personally, I will need your calming influence my friend, if I am to meet with Harry's erstwhile guardians once more and not do serious harm to their persons."

"What about me?" Tony asked with a grin. Thor clapped him on the shoulder.

"You my friend, know how to fly a quinjet." He said wryly. That got a bark of laughter from Clint and a pout from Tony.

"And you want us to go get this daughter of Set?" Steve asked. Thor nodded.

"Between you and Natasha I have no doubt in your ability to handle whatever this young woman's temperament may be. And Clint is our best pilot, which given the active war zone nature of the region will be quite helpful." The trio nodded their acceptance. Thor looked at them all with a warm smile. "Thank you. I could not ask for better friends than you."

"Well, what are waiting for?" Tony asked briskly, clapping his hands to ward off 'the feelings'. "Let's go! I wanna meet mini Thor and the living Mummy!"

Author's Notes

Thank you for reading everybody! I really appreciate it!

So, yeah. Next chapter will feature bringing Harry and Ahmanet to the Tower. It might also feature Thor meeting with Diana, but I'm not positive about that. This chapter was supposed to feature the introduction of Ahmanet to the story and Harry arriving at the Tower, but things got away from me and ran over long. By my standards at least.

Also, you may have noticed that I described Harry as having red hair, not black. Simply put, given that Harry isn't James' biological son (tough he still cared for Harry very much) I decided it wouldn't make sense for Harry to so closely resemble him. So I gave him Lily's hair color in addition to her eyes.

Please review, and let me know if you have questions or concerns!