Jasmine stared at Tony, "Are you sure about this, Mr. Stark?"

"If we're going to be husband and wife, I think you should call me Tony, don't you?"

Jasmine smiled, "Alright, call me Jasmine. Are you sure you want to go through with this, Tony?"

"Yeah, it could be fun. Besides, I'm not going to let you marry some asshole's son just because he wants your money."

"That's very noble of you, Mr. Stark," Ragnok said.

"Yeah, well, that's me, noble to a fault," Tony said sarcastically.

"And to be fair, Draco doesn't want to marry me, he's in love with Astoria Greengrass, but his father was going to make him."

"Okay, so he's not an ass like his father. So what do we do now? Do I need to ask anyone for permission or anything?"

"No, Tony, I don't have any family," Jasmine said sadly.

Tony frowned, "I'm sorry, Jasmine. If it's any consolation, neither do I."

Jasmine looked at Tony and smiled.

"I believe the first thing we should do is take you to your vault, Mr. Stark. From there, we can make arrangements for your wedding," Ragnok said.

"Alright."

Ragnok decided that he would take Tony to his vault himself. Tony was a unique client that he didn't want to entrust to anyone. So he got out of his chair and motioned for the couple to follow him. While they were walking to the carts, Jasmine whisper into Tony's ear, "Do you like roller coasters, Tony?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Getting to your vault is an experience you won't soon forget," Jasmine said with a smile.

Tony's brow furrowed as they followed after Ragnok. Ragnok opened the door to the vault, and Tony's eyes widened. He looked around and realized that they were in a vast cave, and there was a railway cart sitting on a track, "Please get in," Ragnok said.

"Is it safe," Tony asked.

Ragnok smiled, "Very."

He and Jasmine climbed in and took their seats behind Ragnok, who pulled a lever and started the cart. It shot off into the darkness. The cart dove straight down, then curved left, made a loop, and spiraled down. Tony whooped, having the time of his life; this was the best roller coaster ride he had ever been on. By the time they got to his vault, The ride had messed up Tony's hair, and his eyes were shining.

"Man, that was great; I can't wait to go back up!" Tony said.

Jasmine chuckled at Tony's reaction. Ragnok shook his head; well, at least he reacted better than most wizards that took the carts for the first time. They usually threw up. Ragnok got out of the cart then picked up the lantern, "Come along, Mr. Stark."

Tony hopped out of the cart and helped Jasmine out. They walked behind Ragnok, "Here we are, Mr. Stark, vault 1170. All you need to do is place a drop of blood to open the vault; after that, we'll make you a key."

Tony nodded and took the knife from Ragnok and pricked his finger. He rubbed it where the keyhole was. The lock glowed, and Tony could hear a series of locks unlocking. The door swung open, and Tony stepped in. His mouth fell open when he saw that the room was filled from top to bottom with gold and jewels. Tony had never seen so much gold in his life. He quickly did the calculations of the exchange rate from gold to dollars, and if Tony weren't already a billionaire, with the money in the vault, he would be.

Tony stepped into the vault and started looking around. Besides the gold and jewels, there were all sorts of books all over the place, many of them were about his family history, and others were about the Italian Wizarding World, while others were family spells. He continued to look around until he came across a portrait. Tony was startled that the man in the picture looked almost like him! Tony started walking closer to the painting when suddenly it spoke, "Well, I see that my descendants are as good looking as I am," The image said and smirked at Tony.

Tony let out an unmanly shriek and jumped back, "What the hell?! You can talk?!"

The painting rolled his eyes, "Of course I can talk. Haven't you ever seen a magical portrait before? No, I suppose you haven't given your womanly shriek."

"It was not womanly, and I did not shriek," Tony said indignantly, "You startled me, that's all. It's not every day that I run into a talking picture."

"Hmm, how odd. I can sense the magic in you; why were you not raised in the Magical World, boy?"

Tony rolled his eyes, "It's a long story. So, Are you like my grandfather or something?"

"I am grandfather several times over; I am Anthony Carbonelle."

"What a coincidence, I'm Tony Stark."

Anthony's eyes lit up in understanding, "Oh, I see, your mother married an American No-Maj. But still, that does not explain why you were surprised to see me."

"My mom had my magic bound."

"What?! Why?!"

"As I said, it's a long story."

"Then I insist that you take me with you. I want to hear what has happened to you."

Tony shrugged, "Yeah, why not. It'll be kind of cool to have a talking picture in the house."

"I also insist that you take those books over there," Tony's grandfather pointed at, "They are all of my journals and our family magic. And at some point, we must visit your ancestral home so that you may learn more about the Carbonelle family."

"Um, how am I going to take all of this stuff out of the vault," Tony asked.

"The Goblins should be able to shrink it down for you and place it in a bag. You need to take some gold with you as well; I refuse to live in a hovel."

Tony smirked, "You don't have to worry about that, Granddad; I'm more than wealthy enough on my own."

Anthony raised an eyebrow at his grandson, "Take some galleons with you anyway."

"But-"

"No, buts, Anthony."

"Tony," Tony corrected.

"Fine, Tony."

"Ah, before I forget. Since you are in this vault, I am assuming that you are my eldest grandson."

"I'm your only grandson."

"Hmm, then it is up to you to seek out the Potter family and find out if they have had a girl child yet."

"Oh, so you're the one who made the marriage contract."

"Indeed."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, Gramps. That's why I'm here."

Tony went on to explain what happened and that he agreed to the contract after Malfoy showed up. Anthony Carbonelle sneered, "I have always hated the Malfoy family. They and their ridiculous views on blood purity. You did the right thing, Grandson."

"Thank you, Pops."

Anthony sighed, "Must you call me such ridiculous names?"

"Yes."

The painting shook his head, then laughed, "You sound just like me at your age. Very willful."

"Thank you."

"Now, bring your betrothed to me so I can meet her."

Tony nodded and walked out of the vault. A few minutes later, he came back with Jasmine, and the painting smiled at her, "My, you are a lovely little thing."

"Thank you, Lord Carbonelle."

"And I can sense that the Potter magic is strong in you, wonderful. You two should produce powerful offspring."

Jasmine looked at Tony and blushed; he only smirked at her.

"So, when shall the wedding take place?"

"In a few days. I wanted to see if I could have a few people from the No-Maj world come to the wedding," Tony said.

"Hmm, that may be difficult; I am assuming you opened the vault from England?"

Tony nodded.

"The British Ministry is stricter than the Italian Ministry as far as Muggles are concerned. But if you consider them family, I do not see any reason they cannot attend. Do you, Lady Potter?"

Jasmine thought for a moment, "Well, we were going to get married at the Burrow with the Weasley family, and I could ask the Minister to conduct the ceremony; he owes me after all. No, I don't see why not."

"Good, then Tony, you may have your friends attend."

"Great! I should head back to Malibu and invite them to the wedding."

"And while you do that, I'll make all the arrangements with the Weasleys and the Ministry," Jasmine said.

"Okay, then, my friends and I will be back in three days."

"But before you go, Tony, I think that you should have your magic unbound and take me with you. I can help explain to your friends about your heritage, and you can tell me more about your life."

Tony hesitated. He still wasn't sure he wanted his magic unbound. It was a lot for him to take in now, and he didn't know if he could handle it all. Tony told as much to his grandfather, and his grandfather considered it a moment.

"I suppose we could have your magic unbound a little a time so that you can grow accustomed to it. Even though you are a half-blood, Tony, you will still be a powerful wizard. Perhaps giving you all of your magic at once is not a good idea."

"Should Tony still get a wand," Jasmine asked.

"A wand, are you serious?"

"Yes, Wizards and Witches use wands to channel their magic, although in our family, we are proficient at wandless and wordless magic," Lord Carbonelle told Tony, "I, of course, will have to teach you."

Tony thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "Alright, let's take some of these blocks off. I think I can handle it."

"Do not worry, my boy; you will do well with your magic. But I have the feeling it will not take you long to master your magic. You seem to be very intelligent."

"I am, I'm a genius," Tony told his grandfather.

"I see you're humble as well," Lord Carbonelle said sarcastically.

"Well, now I know where I got my sarcasm from."

The painting laughed, "Indeed. Now, ask the Goblin if he can supply a bag for you to put me and the gold in."

"That won't be necessary, Lord Carbonelle; I can put you and whatever else Tony needs to take in my purse."

"Ah, you have an Extension Charm on your purse, wonderful."

"And a feather-light charm, so Tony can take as much as he wants."

"Good, good," Lord Carbonelle said, then turned to Tony, "That being the case, Grandson, take all of the books and three sacks of galleons. That should do for now, and the books are more important than the gold."

Tony looked between the portrait and Jasmine, confused until Jasmine explained what the charm was and what it could do. At first, he didn't believe it until Jasmine stuck her entire arm in her purse. After getting over the shock, Tony told her that he wanted to examine the bag and learn the spell.

Jasmine smiled, "I can tell that you two would have been at home in Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw," Tony asked.

"It's a house at Hogwarts, the value knowledge above all."

"I was in Ravenclaw," Lord Carbonelle said.

"I thought so."

Tony suddenly clapped his hands, "Well, let's get this show on the road and start packing."

"Agreed. Since your young lady has an Extension Charm on her purse, you will not need to shrink down the books."

So, they started packing up all the books and the sacks of gold. Tony gaped when Jasmine put the massive frame of his grandfather into the bag. Once everything was packed, they left the vault and told the Ragnok what Lord Carbonelle had suggested. Ragnok nodded and said they would unblock enough of Tony's magic so that he could use a wand and perform simple spells that a first-year would learn. Tony still didn't like the idea of having to get a wand, but he decided it was the best thing to do.

When they got back to the surface, Ragnok had a healer take Tony to the healing chamber where she would take some of the blocks off his magic. It was painless and didn't take very long. When she finished, Tony instantly noticed the difference. He felt a buzzing in his blood and tingling on his skin. He smiled at the healer and thanked her. She nodded and led him back to Ragnok's office.

"Lord Carbonelle, I took the liberty of hooking your fireplace up to the floo system so that you can travel easier between my office and your home," Ragnok told Tony.

He then explained to Tony how the floo worked and sold him some floo powder, but provided Tony with a portkey to take him to the Burrow for the wedding. Once Tony and Ragnok concluded their business, Jasmine and Tony left Ragnok's office. Jasmine decided to take Tony to Ollivanders Wand Shop so that he could get his first wand. As they walked through Diagon Alley, Tony noticed Flourish and Blotts and told Jasmine that they needed to go there so that he could pick up more books.

"Yes, of course, Tony, but let's get your wand first. It will take less time than you going to the book store," Jasmine told him.

Tony grinned at her, "You're already starting to figure me out. Okay, let's get this over with."

They walked towards Ollivanders shop, and Tony paused for a moment, "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." Tony read, then looked at Jasmine, "That's a joke, right?"

"No, it isn't."

"Hmm. Well, let's go in; I'm curious now."

Tony opened the door for Jasmine, and they walked in. The shop was tiny, empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner. Thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it. Tony looked around and raised an eyebrow at Jasmine. They stood there for a few minutes until Tony leaned towards Jasmine, "What are we waiting for?"

"For me, Mr. Stark," Mr. Ollivander said as he came out from the back of the store.

Tony looked at an older man with pale silvery eyes and white skin that had come out from the store's back. Tony frowned, "How did you know my name?"

"I know everyone that comes into my shop, Mr. Stark. I honestly thought you would have been here when you turned eleven, but better late than never."

"So, then you know why I'm here," Tony asked.

"Of course, you're here to get a wand. And I'm assuming it's your first wand."

"Yes, it is."

"Alright then, let's get started. Which is your wand hand."

"My wand hand?"

"Your dominate hand," Mr. Ollivander clarified.

"Oh! I'm right-handed."

"Alright," With that, Mr. Ollivander waved his wand, and a tape measure appeared and began to take measurements of Tony; once he was finished, Mr. Ollivander disappeared into the back of his store. He returned with an arm full of boxes of wands so that Tony could try them out.

Mr. Ollivander opened one box and took out the wand and handed it to Tony, "Alright, now, give it a wave."

Tony stared at Mr. Ollivander for a moment, then shrugged. He did exactly as Ollivander instructed him, and the wand blew out the windows of the shop. Tony jumped back in surprise, "What the f- hell was that?!"

Mr. Ollivander ignored him and took the wand him, "No, definitely not," He said, then waved the wand and repaired the damage; Tony's mouth fell open.

"How did you do that?"

"Magic, Mr. Stark," Mr. Ollivander said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Right," Tony murmured. That was something that Tony was going to have to get used to.

Mr. Ollivander handed another wand to Tony, who looked at it warily. He took the wand and gave it a wave; Tony sighed when nothing happened. Tony tried a few more wands, causing an array of damage until they finally got to the last wand that Mr. Ollivander had brought for Tony to try. By this time, Tony was ready to give up and decided that if this one wasn't it, then he wasn't going to get a wand.

Mr. Ollivander unwrapped the wand made of chestnut. Tony took the wand, and he immediately felt a warming sensation spread up his arm. He waved the wand, and blue sparks shot out of the end of it. Mr. Ollivander smiled, "Ah, Chestnut wood with a unicorn hair core, 10 ½" and hard flexibility. A perfect match."

"Why would you say that," Tony asked.

"Because, This is a most curious, multi-faceted wood, which varies greatly in its character depending on the wand core, and takes a great deal of color from the personality that possesses it. The wand of chestnut is attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical beasts, those who possess great gifts in Herbology, and those who are natural fliers, Mr. Stark. So, you may end up being good on a broom."

"And the core," Jasmine asked.

"Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether they were an accomplished witch or wizard. Combined with the chestnut wood, it shows a predilection for those concerned with all manner of justice."

'That's weird,' Tony thought, 'I guess that could apply to me; I am a weapons maker for the United States' protection.' But he wasn't going to say anything.

Tony handed the wand back to Mr. Ollivander, and he placed it back in the box and wrapped it in plain brown paper, "That will be seven galleons."

Tony gave him ten, "Keep the change."

"Thank you, Mr. Stark."

With that, Jasmine and Tony left Ollivander's shop and headed to Flourish and Blotts, where Tony proceeded to spend the next two hours picking out all sorts of books so that he could research the Magical World. Jasmine only managed to pry Tony away from the book store with the promise of taking him to the one in America later. After looking around at the other shops in Diagon Alley and convincing Tony that he could buy a broom later, it was time for Tony to head home to get things in order and tell his friends about the wedding.

Jasmine made sure that Tony knew how to use the portkey and what time he needed to arrive at the Burrow. Tony gave Jasmine his number so that she could call him if something changed. Jasmine agreed. Once everything was settled, they had lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, and then Jasmine showed Tony how to use the floo to get home.

Jasmine threw the floo powder into the fireplace, and the flames turned green, "Now say the address in a loud, clear voice, and you'll be taken directly there. Fair warning, it's not very pleasant, and you may fall when you land, so be careful."

Tony nodded, "Okay. See you in three days, Honey." Tony said with a smirk.

Jasmine chuckled, "Yes, Dear. And thank you again, Tony, for doing this."

"No, problem, Jasmine. As I said, this could be fun." And with that, Tony kissed Jasmine's hand and stepped into the fireplace, "10880 Malibu Point, Malibu, California, USA." Tony said in a loud and clear voice.

The green flames engulfed him, and he disappeared.