"-and by all means, I agree with you. This is an extraordinary situation we have found ourselves in! Alien invaders coming through a portal and wreaking havoc across the city. Madness in the streets! For you to say that authorization of the Unforgivables is a dire step we should not have taken means that you, Mr. Morgan, are not only blind but senile!"

Harry Potter took off his golden wire frames to rub the bridge of his nose as the packed Senate Chamber exploded with noise. Even up in the viewing gallery, the noise was near deafening, and he didn't doubt that more than one senator was unconsciously amplifying their voice via magic. It made him wonder how the Americans got anything done when they were yelling at each other half the time.

The Lord Speaker, a middle-aged man named Ladrian who was built like a refrigerator, slammed down his gavel in an attempt to call order. His Sonorous-enhanced voice was barely heard over the din of all the yelling. Harry put his glasses back on just as an ear-splitting whistle burst through the room. The Sergeant-at-arms hadn't even stood from her seat, simply gaining everyone's attention with the noise from her wand, and then once everyone had come to their sense putting it back into her wrist holster.

She looked as though this was a normal occurrence.

"Mr. Morgan," Ladrian had his gavel in hand and was red in the face from either exertion or general complexion, Harry couldn't really tell. "you have the floor."

"Thank you, my Lord Speaker, sir. I resent the insinuations leveled against me by Mr. Demoux." Senator Johnathan Morgan, a man in politics since the days of Grindelwald to Harry's knowledge, said as he straightened the jacket of his three-piece suit. He had a pure white walrus mustache that would put Slughorn's to shame and a considerable belly as well. "He clearly must debase himself to attacks on my person and mental facilities as he cannot support his own argument with valid discourse!"

Several of the senator sitting next to Morgan voiced agreement to his words while other across the aisle did the exact opposite. Harry could only sit and watch as Senator Demoux then offered a counter of his own. It still contained some insinuations of Senator Morgan being unable to see reason due to his age, but for the most part was an actual response, and there was only a small amount of grumbling in response.

Maybe he should have just ignored the summons. It was already a quarter past ten and they had yet to even touch on the massive breach in the Statute of Secrecy. He could have been back at the apartment experimenting with the Space Stone some more, as he had been doing for most of the day, instead of sitting here while Death was all but babysitting his godson. But no, the summons had come, and now here he was.

Listening to American Wizards argue with one another.

"I know that look you have, worn it myself more than once, a trivial thing" A voice caught his ear and Harry turned to find American Ministry official taking a seat down next to him. The wizard was wearing his dark blue and gold robes similar but also different to those of the Aurors, a gold badge on his belt, and a glint in his silver eyes. There were also many gold bars of rank on his shoulders. "Don't look so surprised, you might actually have a heart attack when we get to the Statute debate as well as making a proper introduction, and that is if we do indeed get that far." Feet – dressed in brown leather Oxfords – were kicked up on the wooden banister that was as old as the building itself. "Ah, now I've really got your attention, lucky me."

"Who are you?" Harry was honestly quite thankful for the interruption into the mostly boring senate meeting. That didn't mean he wasn't a tad suspicious of this wizard who appeared out of nowhere. The man himself looked indiscernible with that low stubble on his cheeks and sharpish features to his face. Familiar, while also vague, and encased in a distinctive air of Americanness.

"Corvus." The Major offered a hand, which Harry shook, and was surprised by how calloused the man's palm was. "May I call you Harry? Feels like we're past last names and what they mean in the progressive age of the twenty-first century, as well as the fact that you're rather friendly with some of my colleagues," Corvus threw a finger towards the group of Aurors sitting amongst the senators. A group that Harry had been averting his gaze from, due to one person sitting amongst them. "and everyone in the English-speaking world already knows your name."

"Did you need something, Major?"

"I need a great many things to tell you the truth, but you won't be able to provide them, so I won't burden you with all of that." Corvus snapped two fingers and a business card appeared in-between them. It was then pressed into Harry's hand. The name he read on the card nearly gave him whiplash in his doubletake. "Now, keep a calm face about you, no need to make a scene. All you need to know is that I'm distantly, and I mean distantly, related to the British branch of my family. But that's not what I'm here to speak with you about, so wipe that shocked look of your face and comport yourself like a proper wizard."

Harry worked to do just that while also giving the man beside him a more proper assessment. His sitting stance was all loose and unencumbered. Not in a position to fight. His feet were up on the banister, so getting into a standing position would be impossible to do quickly, and he was leaning back in his seat with his hands behind his head. Wand was most likely in a wrist holster, but they were sitting too close for any effective spell casting without fear of ricochet, though knowing the other members of his family Harry didn't doubt that self-injury would dissuade him.

"Why would I want anything to do with you, Lestrange?"

"Christ, my distant relatives must have really pissed you off," Corvus Lestrange didn't look like Rabastan or Rodolphus, and he was an American besides, so Harry withheld final judgement of the man. The war was over, Voldemort was dead, and the brothers Lestrange were dead just like that bitch Bellatrix. "and to answer your question. Well, I know quite a few things that could help you. I have… a lot of ears in a lot of places, in a manner of speaking."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

"Look, just keep the card on you, and give me a holler once you've talked it over with her. We've got lots to speak about as I see it." With that the man stood and straightened his robes. "It's been nice talking with you Harry, but I've got a timeline to keep, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't break the Statute of Secrecy any more than you already have. We've all got our jobs to do, tasks to complete, so please don't make mine any harder."

Harry watched as the man gave him a nod, a small smile, and then walked off. The business card in his hand felt smooth to the touch, but it also felt wrong to hold for some reason, and Harry took one final glance at it before stuffing it into his mokeskin pouch. Major Corvus Antonius Lestrange – Officer of the DMLE, Officer of the FBCVNO, OMA. He couldn't help the grimace that adorned his face. The noise of the Senate Chamber bled into the background as his mind went over the words, a part of him hating how he immediately went on the defensive the moment he learned the man's surname, while the other couldn't help but remember the last people he had met named Lestrange.

Then there was what he had said.

Once you've talked it over with her? Harry wondered what was meant by that. He looked towards the exit that the man had disappeared through and then back towards the Senate Chamber. He can't possibly know about Death. Only the Department Heads and select members of the Department of Magical Mysteries were present for that meeting. Harry shook his head and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He wasn't talking about Vanessa, was he?

Harry, for the first time since the senate meeting had started, looked over at the section reserved for the Aurors. There, sitting at the edge of the group, was Vanessa Smith. Long tresses colored like fire stood out from the sea of browns and blacks. Her back was straight as she sat and her attention on the debate even as it routinely devolved into arguing. She was still very beautiful, but they also hadn't spoken to one another in six months, so he didn't understand what Lestrange was getting at.

"Must I remind you all, my fellow esteemed senators, that the city was invaded not a day past?" The high-pitched voice of a senator brought Harry's attention fully back to the chamber. The speaker was a short witch with a brown bob cut framing her face, wearing an expensive looking pantsuit, and a look to her face that was right intimidating. "The President himself has authorized the use of Unforgivables and I say that he is in the right! We lost eight Aurors in the battle and near triple that number will be in St. Trinity's Intensive Care Unit for an extended period of time. The Feds suffered similar casualties and yet you continue to say that use of the Unforgivables is unwarranted?"

"There is a fine line that we walk when use of the Unforgivables is authorized, Senator Tillman." It was Senator Morgan who was speaking again. "And I need not remind my fellow senators that the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Maj Obliviation has more than once abused such an authorization."

"That was a different time with a different department head." Another senator spoke up whilst rising to his feet. "Even then, there were no fatalities on their hands, and results were had."

"Several No-Majs were rendered incapable." A senator on Morgan's side of the aisle said. "I'd consider that a failure of both the bureau and the reasoning for use of the Unforgivables in itself."

"Sacrifices were made in the name of justice, it is true." Senator Demoux stood and held a hand to the side, motioning his fellow senators to let him speak, a commanding gesture if Harry had ever seen one. "I will not deny that alternative methods could have been used. Less heavy-handed and destructive tactics, so to say. But I will not condemn them for using methods that have been proven to work, especially when the Magical World is more threatened than it ever has been before. It was not a failure of the bureau."

Harry watched as several different senators rose from their seats and all started speaking at once. It was difficult to make out what they were saying, but he did catch mention of the Cruciatus Curse and No-Majs in there, and that made him a tad concerned. Did he truly want to know just how deep that hole went?

Nothing good ever came out of using an Unforgivable.

"Potter."

Angela Liang looked tired and more than a little annoyed as she plopped down into the seat that had previous held Lestrange. She too kicked her feet up onto the banister, shiny combat boots winking in the light, and he watched as she took a long drink of her coffee. Her Auror robes were a tad dirty and slightly singed at the hem. Hair was not in the neat braid she usually wore. Her eye may have had a slight twitch as well.

"Liang, everything alright?"

"Perfect."

"Okay, well if you need someone to air your grievances at, I'm all ears." Harry gestured towards the Senate Chamber. "They're not exactly speaking on a topic that concerns me."

Angela took a moment to actually listen to what was being debated, then she grunted, and launched into the rant that Harry saw coming. "I swear some of the people I work with are complete psychopaths with no regard for the unspoken line that is not to be crossed. Fucking spell happy adrenaline addicted Feds who'd use a Blasting Curse to crack an egg."

Harry decided to not point out the slight irony in her statement and simply let her continue.

"And all these idiots can think of doing is pairing Aurors and Feds so that the interdepartmental rivalry isn't so heated. How about putting in some actually checks and balances that actually work? Fuckers like Cochrane barely have limits on what they can legally do when it concerns certain parties." Angela sniffed and then downed the rest of her coffee. She vanished the cup with a snap of her wrist. "Word of advice, Potter, avoid the abbreviation squad whenever possible. Bunch of wand waving idiots."

"I take it that there's been some trouble at work." Harry said as he shifted in his seat. Of course, he had heard of the rivalry between the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Mag Obliviation, anyone vaguely associated with the Ministry would. He just made sure to not play favorites. "How much can you speak about it?"

"Other than air some meaningless grievances at you?" Angela looked at him for a moment. "Not a word. Case is still open. Unless you're gonna take the President's offer to join up that is."

"Yeah, no." Harry shook his head and a rueful smile played at his lips. "I've got more than I need on my plate at the moment." Understatement of the year, Potter, but she doesn't need to know that.

Angela didn't say anything to that, simply tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, lips set into a thin line of distaste. He tried to come up with some words of encouragement, but everything that came to mind sounded half-empty, and it wasn't like he could say he knew how it felt. So, he said nothing. The sounds of the senators debating more than filled the void between them and Harry shifted in his seat again as he refocused on what they were saying.

"-not be serious, are you?" Another senator from what looked like the more conservative side of the chamber said. It was interesting how the Americans only had two main political parties, much like their Muggle counterparts, compared to the mess that was the Post-Voldemort Wizengamot. "I won't even begin to entertain such a motion or thought. To do so would be tantamount to bringing about another Witch Trials!"

"Clearly," Senator Demoux stood as he spoke. "you have not fully comprehended what has happened in this city in the past two days. To say the Statute of Secrecy has not been broken is to be willfully ignorant of how far behind we have fallen compared to our non-magicals. We all saw what came through that portal and the group of beings that fought in the city, as one, to defeat them."

"I would hardly say that the No-Maj group was defeating them." A senator two seat down from Demoux said with a sniff. The man looked vaguely similar to Draco Malfoy, if Malfoy had a beard, and a lot more muscle on him. "And it was Mr. Potter over there who closed the portal." Almost as one, every person in the Senate Chamber swung their eyes towards him, and Harry made sure to not react at all. "Those No-Majs were merely slowing the inevitable fall of the city. I have a preliminary report here that says that our forces took down nearly twice the number of aliens."

"Yes, Mr. Potter has done this city a great service and we are indebted to him, but your point has also proven mine as well." Demoux gave Harry a nod and then looked at his fellow senator. "Armstrong, do you deny that our Aurors and Federal officers would have been more effective if they were not constrained by the Statute? Would they not have suffered as many casualties as they did?"

"While you are in the right on that count, Demoux, there are some things that should not be changed." Armstrong said and gestured to the senators on their side of the aisle. "We need only look at the No-Maj media to see how they are reacting to the full emergence of these so-called Avengers. The coverage is not all positive, the No-Maj media is certainly not all in favor of them, and the information we all received in the debriefing packet was rather… enlightening to say the least."

Harry rubbed his jaw at that. He hadn't done more than skimmed the packet, and that was after Teddy found it again whilst rummaging through his bag, but he could see where Senator Armstrong was going with his argument. What he had read wasn't exactly something he could consider light reading. If nothing else, the Americans Magicals were very thorough in their information gathering.

"Would you imagine it going over well if we all suddenly declare our existence?" Armstrong continued. "To say nothing of the backlash we'll receive in the ICW. Our 'do first think second' mentality does have its perks, but we'd be crucified if we did such an action. Do you really want to get embroiled in an international debate on the Statute of Secrecy?"

"I'm surprised they're not bringing up the fact that our world is basically exposed." Angela commented – the anger gone from her voice – as Demoux countered Armstrong's point. Something about not needing to fear the No-Majs anymore since they already know about other forms of magic or some such. "You're practically famous to the No-Maj media ever since this image leaked."

Harry watched as she took out a Muggle newspaper, a rare sight in the era of smartphones, and handed it to him. Right there, on the cover in big bold letters, was an image of the top of the Stark Tower before it had been sheared off by the explosion. It was grainy, and undoubtedly altered, but he could almost make out the grey blob that was himself and another one that was Selvig. Too far away to make out anything more, but that didn't seem to matter to the press, who had already labeled the mystery savior as-

"Merlin? They're calling me, Merlin?"

"I know right? All because of the staff and the fluttering cloak." Angela cracked a grin that coincided with the Lord Speaker calling for order again. Looked like an argument had broken out between two freshmen senators. "Must be one hell of an ego boost, no?"

"Not really." Harry muttered as he stared at the image. It didn't move and he didn't expect it to. Really, Merlin? Well, it was certainly flattering, even if none of the Americans held Merlin in the same light as the British did. Not dissimilar to how some of his fellow countrymen tried to compare him to Dumbledore right after the war had ended. "I've already got enough names they've foisted upon me."

"Can't say it's the worst name you've gotten."

"Well, sometimes I just want to be Harry, yeah?" Harry handed the newspaper back to Angela and it disappeared into her Auror robes. "I don't need any more titles."

Angela simply looked at him for a moment, then patted him on the arm, and turned her focus back towards the senators. Harry tried to do the same but felt his mind wandering after a minute or two. Thoughts of the Infinity Stones and Muggle heroes swirled around. He had two of the stones, and a third one was supposedly in the city as well, but the other three were anyone's guess. The group of Muggle heroes, the so-called Avengers, he was more on the fence about in terms of opinion.

Sounds almost too good to be true. Harry rubbed his jaw absentmindedly. But then again, I have a rock that controls space itself and another one that supposedly has supreme command over the mind while a primordial being is bound to me by the hip, so maybe they really are heroes.

Then the Lord Speaker's gavel snapped across his sound block, discussions were ended, and the meeting was adjourned for the day. Harry looked up and watched as the senators dispersed into small groups, some still speaking quite animatedly with one another. A quick glance at his wristwatch showed that it was already a ten minutes past eleven.

"You busy tonight, Potter?" Angela brushed her Auror robes and frowned slightly at the singed ends, seeming to have just noticed. "I'm gonna meet up with some of the guys at St. Trinity's ICU. Poke fun at them over a couple of glasses of firewhisky?"

Harry considered it for a moment as he stood. The sounds of the Senate Chamber below them providing amble background noise. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a flash of red hair, and he quickly averted his gaze back to Angela. "No, I think I'm going to call it a night. Have to shake a couple rocks in the morning."

Angela's bemused quirk of her lips seemed like a good thing to end the night on, and Harry gave her a two fingered salute as he made his way towards the exit to the viewing gallery, getting a roll of the eyes in return.


"There's also this nice coffee shop a friend recommended to me that makes an ice coffee that's to die for. I mean, even I like it, and I normally don't touch the-"

Pepper Potts didn't catch whatever else was said as her office door was flung open, Tony Stark waltzed in, and both of them turned to look. Her former boss had that look on his face that meant he had something to say and didn't care what meeting he was interrupting to tell her about it. She could have been speaking to the President and he'd still have found a way to get past Secret Service and barge on in.

"Cal, I'll have to take a rain check on that coffee," Pepper stood and gave Tony a look. She got a slightly petulant pout in return. For a superhero, he does act like a big baby at times, but he's my big baby. "and the proposal should be green lit by the city in a matter of days."

"Proposal?" Tony commented and looked Cal over with a newly found critical eye. The both of them ignored him for the time being.

"Well, I guess we can celebrate the contract signing over some good coffee," Cal stood as well and offered her one of his dashing smiles. The man had a low stubble to his cheeks that somehow made his jawline sharper, and his grey eyes shine almost silver. Combined that face with the handsome way he dressed, and it was no wonder all of her assistances – even Jeremy – blushed over him whenever he came to visit. "might be able to finally introduce you to Pansy as well. She'd love to do an outfit for you and has been bugging me about it for months."

"Then it's a date." Pepper got another dashing smile and a nod of the head from Cal.

"I won't take any more of your time." Cal looked towards Tony who was doing his best inquisitive I-don't-know-you-but-you-seem-similar-to-me-so-I-might-have-to-dislike-you-on-principal face. It didn't seem to faze Cal at all. He simply offered them both a smile. "Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts."

Then he was out the door of her office, Nadine – her assistant for the day – blushing scarlet as Cal offered her a goodbye, and then Tony closed it while giving her a raised eyebrow.

"You're not getting married behind my back, are you? Secret lovers?" He pointed to and fro from herself and the now closed door.

"Yes Tony, we're secret lovers" Pepper rolled her eyes and sat back down behind her desk. The Corvin & Parkinson proposal sat open on her computer screen and the contract being offered to them for the reconstruction of a section of the city in the aftermath of the invasion was certainly eyebrow raising. Any number with nine zeroes following it caught the eye, that's for certain. "and I'm running off with Cal and we're going to elope in the Bahamas."

"To the Bahamas? With a man named Cal? I thought you had higher standards Ms. Potts." Tony plopped down into the other seat that faced her desk. Not the one Cal had used.

"And I suppose you consider yourself the man with which my higher standards have aligned with?"

"Of course, I'm Tony Stark after all, Iron Man. And my beard's better than his."

"Well, I'll let Cal know that we've been found out, his beard isn't as good as yours, and that the plan's off." Pepper pulled up her schedule for a moment to make sure Tony wasn't going to interfere with whatever her next meeting was and found that she didn't have any other meetings for the day. Cal's meeting had been cut short and it was Sunday after all. "And don't go digging into the man's life just because he's in competition for my affections."

"I was doing no such thing." Tony said as he stuffed his phone – mostly a thin sheet of glass at this point – back into his pocket. Pepper made a mental note to herself to apologize to Cal for the massive breach in privacy that Tony was no doubt actively conducting on his life through way of JARVIS. "And there's no way you'd fall for a man named Cal."

"Why not?" Pepper grinned beside herself. "Seems like a perfectly reasonable name."

"Oh please, the guy's name is," Tony pulled out his phone again and looked at it for a moment. "Cal Corvin. What kind of parents name their kid so that their first name and last name start with the same letters?"

"You do realize that I go by Pepper Potts?"

"Well… that doesn't count." Tony waved the point off with a hand. "It's a pet name for that beautiful red hair and freckles of yours that turned into something more, and it's not your legal name."

"What about Bruce?"

"His first name's Robert," Tony said immediately. "also doesn't count."

"What did you need, Tony?" Pepper looked at the man and found him rubbing his goatee. "I thought you and Bruce would still be hunched over the security footage of our wizard."

"About that." She watched as a grin came to his lips and his phone was pulled out of his pocket again, placing it on her desk. A couple quick taps had a face full of documents presented to her via holographic projection. "We found more information about Harry Potter. By the way, did I mention that the press is calling him Merlin now? Doesn't really look like the Merlin type."

"And you would know what the Merlin type looks like?" Pepper asked as she looked at the documents in front of her. A part of her felt guilty that they – more Tony and Bruce than anyone else – were snooping in on this man's life and history. But another part of her could see the logic in it. A man who closed the portal and then up and disappeared couldn't just be left to the wind. That was only asking for trouble.

"I did meet him after all." Tony pulled up a certain document and expanded it with the pull of his fingers. "And you were more than a little curious as well. I mean, just look at this, very plain and boring documents. Almost as if he'd never lived in a major city until New York."

"You hacked into the British Government as well as our own?" She gave him an expectant look. All she got was an unabashed grin in return. "Well, what's so interesting about where he grew up? Seems like a pretty normal town in Britain to me."

"That's the thing. Remember how we found almost no records of the guy when we first started looking?" She gave Tony a nod and watched as he started to get more animated in his retelling. "Well, Bruce and I dug a little deeper with help from JARVIS and we found his school records, which stop after 1991. Apparently, he went to a private school up in Scotland, though we haven't found the name, and we aren't entirely sure that was where he went in the first place as we got this information by word of mouth. But! We did find out that he came over to the good ole U. S. of A in the tail end of '98 and got an apartment here in the city."

"So, you're telling me you know where he lives?" Pepper could already see where this was going.

"Yes."

"And you're going to interrupt his Sunday by paying him a surprise visit?"

"Well, he did say we'd meet again, and he didn't specify when that exactly was supposed to be." Tony pointed out. "So, I'd say visiting for some biscuits and tea on this fine Sunday doesn't sound too bad, and he is kind of expecting it."

"I don't think showing up at his front door is what he meant."

"Bah!" Tony stood up and looked around for a moment. Then he scooped up his phone, closed all the files down, and then looked at her. "You wanna come and meet the wizard?"

Pepper thought about saying no and actually relaxing for a couple hours. Then she remembered just who the man before her was and the less than stellar track record he had for enhanced individuals. She was pretty sure he still had Thor running around the city trying to find Harry Potter. "Alright, but we're bringing Thor along with us, so that I don't get more nervous phone calls from congressmen and SHIELD while also making sure you two don't cause another incident."


Teddy Lupin had been sitting by the window overlooking the street when he noticed something odd.

A rather expensive looking car was rolling to a stop right outside of the apartment. It stood out like a sore thumb and the occupants of the car itself added to that. He recognized two of them instantly, staying up all night reading that damn debriefing packet had finally come in handy, while the third one took a moment for it to click. When it did, he was up in an instant and racing through the apartment.

"Harry! Death! Tony Stark and Thor are at the apartment!"

He poked his head into the kitchen and the living room, found nothing, and did much the same for the bathroom. Then he checked his own room, ignored the way that it was still somewhat disorganized, and then went to Harry's room. The door was unlocked and inside he found his godfather and the primordial being hunched over something in deep conversation.

They didn't even notice he had opened the door.

"Guys!" Teddy watched as both of their heads shot up and for a moment, they both looked entirely human. The sight was almost domestic, if one ignored the fact that Death looked quite out of place in her black silks, and Harry Potter was not exactly a man to be described as domestic. "Tony Stark and Thor are here!"

Harry looked at him for a moment before turning back to Death. "We'll talk about this later." He shoved what looked like a business card into his pants pocket and then walked over to Teddy with a somewhat nervous smile. "You sure they aren't just in the neighborhood?"

The feeling of the wards buzzing dispelled any doubt.

"I saw Pepper Potts as well! She looks prettier in person." Teddy said as he led his family towards the front door. It was still a somewhat strange thought to think about their disjointed group as a true family. But it was the only one he'd ever known so that's what it was. "And you should see the car they drove over in."

"What their car looks like is not what I'm worried about right now." Harry had the Elder Wand in hand, and he was waving it about in precise movements. "The wards are still up and intact. They didn't track us here with magic."

"It was most likely through a mundane method." Death said as Teddy reached the front door and looked at Harry. His godfather looked back at him from behind those gold wire frames for a moment before remembering that the wards were indeed still up.

"You can't meet them." Harry said and Teddy sputtered.

"What?! Why not? It's the Avengers!"

"Because if they found out where I live then it means they've done a thorough search for me. What they don't know is that I'm your godfather. If they see you, then their gonna assume something, and we can't have that."

"What about Death?" Teddy pointed at her. "She gets to meet them?"

"Harry is correct, young Edward." Death said in that somewhat motherly but also somewhat condescending tone. "Your presence is not required for this meeting. The Quest for the Stones does not involve these mortals, so they are of no importance."

"Isn't Thor Odinson a literal god?" Harry pointed out as he went through the process of bringing down the wards. It would take a couple minutes as they had many of them up. Experiments with the Space Stone were still on going.

"He cannot live forever, therefore he is a mortal, just as Edward is." Death explained.

"And I'm in your weird grey area." Teddy caught Harry mumbling. He tried not to think about that too much as immortality was a touchy subject. Brought back memories of Voldemort or something similar.

"I still want to meet them." He said and looked at the two adults, or the one adult and the primordial being, he tried not to think too hard on that either. "I could just wear the Invisibility Cloak?"

"And expose even more magic to the Muggles than I already have? No, not gonna happen."

"But the packet said they already know about magic." Teddy countered. "Or that Thor knows about it, seeing as Loki was his brother or something, and that guy had magic."

"Loki Odinson does have a form of magic, Harry, so it would not be a breach of your mortal wizarding rule." Death said, bringing a grin to Teddy's face, and a frown to Harry's.

"Now you want to take his side?" Harry looked at Death with a raised eyebrow. "I'm starting to think you do play favorites."

"Of course she does." Teddy said as the last of the wards came down. With that done, the doorbell finally started to work again, and it was ringing like no tomorrow. "You guys are like an old married couple, and I'm like the adopted son in this slightly dysfunctional marriage," He ignored the sputtering from both of them and pressed the button on the wall to let him speak with whoever was ringing. "Who is it?"

"That doesn't even sound like him- Hey!" There was what sounded like a short scuffle and then the other side broke off for a moment but came back a moment later. "Hole in the wall! I am Thor Odinson! Prince of Asgard! I have come here to speak with The Man-Who-Conquered and share in his many tales of triumph over a mug of the finest al-" Then the noise in the background made everything else impossible to hear and Harry snorted from behind Teddy.

"Merlin, almost sounds like the Weasleys back during my Hogwarts years." Harry said with a somewhat reminiscent smile to his face and the small shake of the head. "even down to the somewhat lacking ability with technology."

"Asgardians can be quite backwards." Death looked like she was rolling her eyes. But Teddy couldn't quite tell with the fact that her eyes were like pits of ash. All black iris and no sclera. "Be prepared for loud and boisterous talk."

"I am so sorry for my friends here." A woman's voice sounded through the little speaker and Teddy could just make out the slight grumbling in the background. "My name's Pepper Potts, I'm with Tony Stark and Thor Odinson, this is not a joke, we're looking for a Mr. Harry Potter. Does anyone by that name live at this address?"

"Harry?" Teddy looked at his godfather. "We could deny it all and make them leave."

"No," Harry sighed and took off his glasses to rub his face. "they went through all the effort of finding out where I live, so it'll be better to get it over with then put it off. I did say that we'd meet again after all, and that was after stealing some of Stark's whisky."

Death may have sniffed at that, which got an eyebrow raised from Harry, while Teddy simply grinned at the entire scene and pressed the button and answered in the affirmative. Then he buzzed them up and waited for either of them to send him off to his room or something. But it seemed that Harry wasn't going to press the issue any further and Death didn't seem to care about it anymore than Harry did. Which only meant one thing.

He was going to meet Tony Stark and Thor Odinson!