Chapter 13 The Boy Who Lived

Harry POV

"It all began before I was born, Voldemort was a dark wizard wanting to kill all muggles and muggleborns. Then he heard of a Prophecy, which is Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives, the prophecy could have been about either me or my friend Neville Longbottom but he chose me. I'm called the boy who lived since I am the only one to survive the killing curse."

"Ok, but why were you not given to Bruce?" Asked Natasha

"The night my parents died, I was sent to live with my muggle aunt and uncle on Dumbledore's orders, I don't know why I wasn't given to Uncle Bruce,"

"Probably because I thought you had died and was never informed that you were alive," Bruce answered.

"Anyway, let's just say I wish they informed you," I reply.

"Harry did they…?" Pepper asked trailing off. I nodded, not wanting to look my uncle in the eye. "Sir, I would open the window," Came Friday's voice.

"Why?"

"Peter Parker is coming with a bloody May Parker, Sir,"

"Open the window Fri," Tony Said.