It was scary. Being alone is always a scary thing. Harry knew that for a fact. After learning of his father's death, he felt more alone than ever before. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione just couldn't fill the space that was gouged out when his dad died. While Harry knew he would outlive his father he didn't know he would die so soon. Dumbledore had shed a tear when he sat Harry down at the end of the war.

"Harry my boy. Follow me please" Harry knew there was something wrong. Dumbledore as cursed and sick as he was had never had that look on his face before.

"Sir? What's wrong?" His voice was quiet and shaky despite his efforts to stay calm. His mind went through all the reasons the headmaster would need him. One answer kept staying at the front of his mind. His father, a muggle. A man that despite being well protected from other muggles couldn't defend himself against a wizard.

The "Lemon drops" was barely heard over the fear that was shooting up his spine and clouding his thoughts.

"Sit down m'boy" Harry refused and Dumbledore just sighed leaning back in his chair. His face was weathered and he had never looked his age until that moment. He looked as if the weight of the world rested on him and him alone.

"Please Harrison. You will need to be sitting down for this" Dread filled Harry. It was rare for anyone besides his father and Jarvis to say anything but Harry. So as he sat in the chair offered to him he knew what he was going to be told.

'Dad is dead' Harry knew. He just knew.

"My boy I am so sorry to have to tell you this. But...yesterday at noon I went to speak to your father. When I arrived he was gone. I am so sorry my child but death eater's found him. He-"

"NO! YOU'RE LYING" Harry was already running towards the office door. He was yanking at the knob desperate to escape. He needed to get to his dad. He needed to see. He refused to believe. It wasn't real. None of what he was being told was real.

"Harrison sit down" Harry turned eyes blazing.

"Open the door" Dumbledore simply shook is head and gestured to the chair he had previously been sitting in.

"Damn it your old bastard open the damn door!" Let it never be said he didn't inherit his father's vocabulary. The old man just stared and watched as Harry decided to take a more physical route to escaping. He picked up a particularly old and expensive object and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million shards of glass and a cloud of gold dust. He grabbed a vile of red liquid. It was almost like liquid red hot metal was swirling around in it. He threw it towards the headmasters head. It exploded and the resulting spray sent the now neon green liquid against the wall, floor, and desk.

"By all means keep going. Merlin knows I have to many possessions anyway" Harry heaved.

"You're lying Dumbledore. I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes"

"Will my memory suffice?" Harry stilled and thought for a moment. Could he bare seeing his father dead? He needed proof. As far as he knew it was impossible to fake memory's. So after some pregnant silence he slowly nodded.

Dumbledore slowly stood. Making way to a sink like structure in a hidden corner of the room he put the tip of his wand to his temple. The silver wisp of memory drifted down to the water like substance in the pensive. When it joined it brothers Dumbledore motioned for Harry. Harry hesitated. Working up his courage he stood and made his way over. Putting his face in the pensive he was drawn into the memory.

In the memory

Harry looked around. It was dark outside and as he looked around he recognized where he was. The bright letters that blinded him read Stark. Harry was home. No sooner had he had the revelation did he see the colors around him swirl. Coming to a stop he was on one of the top floor's if the skyline was anything to go by. In fact this was no ordinary floor. This was Jarvis's floor. The core of what made Jarvis, Jarvis. It was glowing blue. It was calming. Hearing shuffling Harry turned. It was Dumbledore. He was slowly walking around. He was careful to avoid touching anything. He slowly made his way around the corner before freezing.

"Oh Merlin" he whispered. Harry felt a stone of terror settle in his gut at he followed the old man. He froze when he saw it. A hand. It had specks of blood. A wrench was still clutched in it. Harry could do nothing. He was drawn in. He needed to see. He needed to know. Moving forward the rest of his father was reveled. He was dressed in his old, hole filled t-shirt that harry had bought him so long ago. His Black sweatpants were two sizes to big.

"But Har-bear they are so comfortable!" he used to laugh. Harry shook. No. No. NO. Tony gazed sightlessly at the ceiling. A small cut on his forehead not unlike Harrys own scar. The eyes. Harry knew. Cedric looked the same. His earliest memories of green eyes looked the same. The killing curse. His dad was dead.

It was all his fault!

In the real world

Harry stumbled backwards. He crashed into a chair before falling to the floor. He stared at his hands. It-it was real. His dad was dead. He was completely defenseless. He was all alone. It was his fault. He knew that his dad would be a target. He didn't protect the man that always protected him. He died and it was all Harrys fault.

5 years later New York, New York

Tony hated them. The Avengers. He couldn't help but snort. They were a joke. He couldn't take them seriously, and that it seems made him the black sheep. That was fine, he was fine. Them insulting him was no big deal. But then they brought HIS Lilly into it. OH HELL NO.

" Stark I know you think you're to good for this meeting but pay attention" Fury barked. The man knew nothing If he actually knew Tony he would know he wasn't doing it because he thought he was to good.

"Yes. Tony just because you are a playboy and feel like you rule the roost does not mean you don't need to listen" Tony just stared. Did this nearly ninety year old ice pop tell him to listen? Like really? Okay that will stop right here and now.

"What did you just say?" His voice was quiet and held a sharp edge to it. Clint the half human half bird just had to Interject.

" Stark just because no woman would ever want to settle down with you doesn't mean you need to act like a punk. We are not one of the sluts you bring home" oh hell NO.

" What the fuck do you know about me bird brain? Huh? Tell me" Fury playing a mediator cut in.

" Cut the crap all of you." Tony ignored him.

"Well you piece of bird shit? Tell me? Tell me about my slut of a wife. Oh wait you never knew her. Well because you seem to know everything about me but this let me just fill you in!"

"Stark!"

"She had red hair. She was the kindest woman I knew. She was always smiling and laughing. She didn't care about anyone's past. She made a cake for her last husband on his birthday every year. He was murdered by the way. Just you you know. She always blamed herself for not protecting him like he did her. She always talked to his brothers despite them being complete trash." Clint and the Avengers were staring open mouthed. They didn't know as much about Stark as they had wanted to. It made them wary of the man.

"When people broke into our home she made sure they only went after her. I came back to my wife and a father figure dead. So before you go spouting off shit you know nothing about, don't." Tony didn't even care to say anything else as he got up and walked out. Fury just sighed and kept going with the debrief. At least he didn't say anything about Harrison.