So I almost killed my beta reader again with this chapter... but a happy new year to everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Also thanks to Tia for dealing with my random capital letters in the middle of a sentence, honestly don't know why I do that.
The last part is probably not what you were expecting for this book, but it was heavily by my glass of rosé and I'm keeping it, as I've never seen it anywhere else before in fanfic.
Enjoy!

Tony woke up in the early hours of the morning despite having passed out the night before. His brain had an itch that needed to be scratched. He knew that if he didn't get the shrapnel inside of him out any time soon, then the future was going to be bleak.

While the rest of the tower was still asleep, Tony began formulating an email draft to be sent to any doctors that had a possibility of helping. He also drew up a letter to be sent to wizarding doctors within New York that could help. He had received a list of healers in the area. Even sent a more personal email to Doctor Stephen Strange, in the hopes that the man would be able to create a team to remove it.

He had already sent all the emails and had a pile of letters waiting to be sent. He didn't want to use Hedwig to send all the letters, but when he came downstairs to head out she watched the pile of letters he was holding, it almost looked like her eyes were gleaming. Sighing Tony knew that if he didn't allow her to deliver the letters, she was going to start something.

"Hi girl, do you want to deliver these for me. There's quite a pile here, so you might have to take a few trips." The owl chirped as he petted her head a bit. He had 13 letters in total and divided them into two groups of five and one of there, before sending her off with the first five.

Remembering the package that had arrived the other day, Tony had brought it down with him and into the kitchen to see what was in it. Making himself a cup of coffee, he emptied the contents of the package onto the table and saw it was the bank statements that he had asked for, all neatly arranged from the year that the Potters had passed away until now.

He didn't think it would take a long time to go through, because nothing should have been going out, it should only be bank fees and interest that would be recorded. However, Tony was wrong with that statement. He went through the first year quickly, nothing out of the ordinary, although there had been more money coming in than he had suspected.
It wasn't until 2004, when Harry turned 4, that things started to get strange. An item had been removed, something by the name of the cloak of invisibility. Then a few months later books were being taken out. It wasn't until 2006 that money started being taken out, not a lot at first but the amount steadily grew each and every time money was being taken out. And it all linked back to one person, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry came down to see his dad staring intently at the pieces of paper in front of him, and it looked like steam was about to blow out his ears at any given moment. He continued getting himself breakfast knowing that his dad wasn't angry at him and considering he had rarely seen him get angry he knew it must be for a good reason.

"What's wrong dad?" Harry asked eating his bowl of cereal at the opposite side of the counter. He waited a few seconds and when his dad didn't respond he wondered if the man had even heard him. "Dad?" He repeated trying to get his attention.

"Hmm?" Tony answered looking at Harry and smiling slightly.

"What's wrong?" Tony's face fell into a scowl, and he looked down again before sighing and looking to Harry.

"Albus Dumbledore is the problem!"

"What has he done this time?"

"He has been taking money out of your vaults since 2006 and other items since 2004."

"Why would he do that?" Harry asked honestly confused as to why his ex-headmaster would be taking money and other stuff from his vaults since he was a little child."

"No clue kiddo, and it doesn't seem like he has ever returned any of the money or items. And some of the things he has taken look valuable."

"Like what?" Tony went back to the first page of removed items before reading out loud.

"A cloak of invisibility, the Potter grimoire, the Peverell grimoire and Lady Potter's sword just to name a few."

"I have the invisibility cloak, but I've never heard of the other things. He gave it to me in my first year." Harry shrugged eating his cereal.

"So, he has returned one of the countless items." Giving Harry a stern look who raised his arms in defence, spoon in his mouth. "I'm going to be sending a letter to the goblins about this, I want everything returned and all the money I want back, and with interest that was lost from it not being in the vaults."

"You know more about money than I do, so do what you deem necessary."

"Yes, and that should be changing when your lessons start," Tony said before going back to the papers and finishing them. Harry left his dad in silence to meet Clint. The man had said he would start his run later in the day so Harry could join him for his last lap.

"Clint!" Harry called out to the man as he came running past the garage area. The man waved him over with his hand to join him and Harry automatically started running with him. Clint kept the lap short, considering the kid had only just turned thirteen. Although he didn't know that Harry had been on the quidditch team for the last 2 years and was used to intense training.

The two had a pleasant time and then both of them disappeared into the training room to finish up the exercising before Clint continued to teach him the way of the bow and arrow. Clint could tell that Harry had potential if he wanted to start competing professionally, but he would keep that thought to himself until he was older and also until after Nat had her go with teaching the boy.

Meanwhile, Tony had finished going over everything, and was busy drafting out a letter, before he started compiling all the information, so he could easily show everything to the Goblins when he meets them again. Tony finally had a letter drawn up, when he remembered all the other letters that he had written earlier in the day, going through he noticed that the unsent letters weren't there but there was a small note left on the table.

Gave the rest of the letters to Hedwig :)

-Harry

Hedwig wasn't back so Tony left the letter there to be sent later. Tony went to check his emails, and nothing had come through, so he went down to his lab to work on whatever could keep his mind busy.

"J, tell me when Hedwig gets back."

"Will do sir." Tony lost himself in his work when Jarvis had notified him that Hedwig was back. He was close to finishing up the newest upgrade to his suits. He just had a few more things to fix so the different pieces wouldn't come flying at dangerous speeds to his sensitive areas. Sending the letter off with her, Tony went down to see that Clint and Harry were finishing up in the training room. The three had lunch together before they all went their separate ways. Tony back to his lab and Harry to his room to read a book he had picked out in London.

The next day came quickly, and Tony was flooded with owls and emails while eating breakfast. Harry laughed as Tony tried to save the letters from falling in his cereal. Jarvis had promptly informed him that Dr Strange had even replied to his email. Freeing his Starkpad from the letters atop it, he read the email from the famous doctor.

Dr Stark,

your case is interesting and unheard of. I have my assumptions about how the injury was caused, but seeing how this is a private case, I will keep those thoughts to myself. I will build the team for you and have already been informed that you have contacted Dr Cecilia Reyes. She is someone who I would put my trust in for any surgery that involves trauma wounds. There are many other´s that I have in mind, and a few that have ongoing research going on, that will be beneficial.
I shall keep in contact with you in the following days The operation to remove the shrapnel from the area around your heart should take place in the following week.

With regards
Steven Strange, M.D.

Tony was excited to see that Dr Strange had accepted, but he had been confused when the man has mentioned Dr Reyes. He had sent her a letter because she had been listed as a magical healer. He was happy to have a mixture of doctors and healers on the team.

He gave Harry the good news about the operation, and while Harry was anxious for his dad to be operated on, he was happy that he was no longer going to be on death's doorstep every moment of his life.

The day passed quietly as Tony continued working on the Iron-man armour and Harry watched him work for a while before meeting up with Clint once again to learn how to use the bow and arrow. The man was going to be leaving in the weekend to go on another mission out of the country and he didn't know when he was going to be back.

Tony would stop working every once in a while, to continue exchanging emails with Dr Strange, and he promptly ignored the email from Pepper saying that they needed to talk. Satisfied with his work on the suit, Tony worked on other inventions that he created and used at home but could be sold to the general public with a few modifications.

In the late afternoon, JARVIS informed Tony that Harry and Clint were leaving the tower to go get ice cream. Tony wasn't sure what to make of the duo, all he knew was that lots of mischiefs were going to happen in the future, especially when Harry get older. He just didn't need two people that hung out in the air vents for fun.

He was glad that Harry was getting along with the others, he was worried that they were all way older than him. And in the future enrolling the boy into a high school wouldn't be a bad idea. The kid needed friends his own age, and he wasn't about to bring some snotty brats around that belonged to his rich acquaintances. However, he would worry about that later along the line, he wanted Harry to enjoy himself for now, and as far as he knew he was still in contact with Hermione, and they call at least once a week.

Tony for once set about making some dinner in the kitchen. He was going to show off his Italian roots and cook something his mother would be proud of, minus the alcohol. He couldn't help but think how he had never cooked for the rest of the team. He couldn't help but think of the shocked faces they all would have if they knew he knew how to cook. He especially wanted to see how Steve would react, considering what the man's first impressions of him had been, or at least that's what he tried to tell himself.

Meanwhile, in dark corners of the London streets, a large black dog ran down them as people chased after him, thinking he was a stray dog. Sirius had waited around the house where Harry was supposed to be, but no one had shown. The house had been empty and when he had snuck in the other night there had been white fabric sheets placed over all the furniture, and half the house even looked like it was missing things.

Confused he had waited longer than he had wanted to, and some nosy neighbour had called the SPCA on him and now they had been chasing him for the last 10 minutes. Ducking down the street, he thought he had lost them when they all ran past but just as he was leaving, he felt a net fall around him. And the only thought that ran through his head was 'Oh shit'.

So, hope you all enjoyed it, especially the last part, that's the part my beta reader almost died from choking on. I certainly enjoyed writing it.