Iridescent

Author's Note: I promised reader's choice, and I'm sticking to my guns. I love you guys, and I want to do what pleases you all, but I'm not Captain America, and a few people are going to lose out! Hopefully the plotline and the rest of the story will make up for possible pairings, but if not I'm going to do what pleases the masses. Hopefully I can please you all. I would like to thank the 46 people who have voted so far, but I want you all to know that I'm closing the poll either late today (the 27th), or early tomorrow (the 28th) so please remember to vote! Thank you to everyone who has added this story to alerts, and those who have reviewed and favorited! Love you all. P.S. I'm looking for an editor, PM me if you're interested. – CJG

Warning: This story contains homosexual relations, violence, foul language, extremely light sexual content, and slight graphic content.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Avengers, or Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing characters in hopes to make a relatively good fiction.

Chapter Two: Wunjo

Wunjo: The Rune of Joy

When Remus pulled away, he was slightly shocked on what he saw. His eyes were locked on to Harry's face he was slightly shocked at the changes he had seen. Pale skin was ashen and grey, a large scar now ran across his even more toxic colored eyes. He no longer wore glasses, for his sight had been corrected, but the pale scarred flesh seemed horrifying in some way. Remus wasn't bothered by it; he himself had violent scars across his face. Remus' hands gently moved to cup Harry's face to take every single detail in. His hair was long now, falling somewhere below the middle of his back, it curled pleasantly despite being covered in filth.

"I missed you so much Harrison." Remus said as he planted a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. It took a bit of a stretch to reach seeing as Harry had grown. Remus didn't want to know how, but he was slightly shocked how the boy who once stood at five feet seven inches now was a man standing at six feet tall. Harry was smiling happily at Remus, a look of such love and relief crossing his face.

"As have I Remus," He said in a quiet tone, almost unheard by even Remus, though he wasn't pleased with the sound of the voice, "and I can say it's been too long, my dear Moony." Harry's voice was thick it held a husky quality, it was gravely and harsh with disuse and almost a lacking shadow. He felt his body sag in slight relaxation. His entire aura seemed to change at the comfort of home, "How is my godson?" Harry's voice was quiet as he finally moved away from Remus. He started moving slowly toward the kitchen, likely to go find food of some form. "Has he shown any of your assets on top of your darling's?" He was interested on learning about his godson; it wasn't every day you escaped from a high security prison and lived to tell about it.

"He's wonderful, the perfect little angel. He's shown heightened sight and smell, but that's it. He doesn't transform, but he's able to stay in my room during the full moon if he needs too and Moony won't hurt him." Remus was rambling, moving past Harry into the kitchen, "He always asks for his Uncle 'Arry, I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you. Great memory my little boy has."

Harry slid slowly into a chair resting in a small table that sat in the corner of the kitchen. Carefully of the back of his chair on his abused back. Taking little consideration he slowly pulled the disgusting striped top over his head, pleased to remove the horrific smelling cloth from his body.

"It's good that Moony recognizes his cub." Harry said as he sat leaning against the chair, running careful yet firm hands through his hair in attempt to tame it, "Dobby." Harry called suddenly, sitting up and waiting for the known crack. He avoided Remus' eyes that darted over his scar and tattoo infested skeleton of a chest. If he hadn't avoided Remus, he would have caught him staring with a slightly intense look in his amber eyes, clearly appalled at the amount of blood that graced the back of his discarded shirt.

A crack rang through the air as the small, elf popped into existence. His tennis ball sized eyes seemed to grow even larger, and his normally floppy ears seemed to quirk to attention at the sight of his chosen master, "Master Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby exclaimed leaping into Harry's lap with tears dramatically pouring from his eyes. Had Harry not been found by Remus first, he likely would have snarled and pushed the annoying and overly loving elf from his lap. But thankfully for Dobby that wasn't the case, "You is back sir! Dobby is so pleased! Dobby missed Master Harry Potter sir, he took care of little Lupin and wolfy for master! Just like the good elf he be!" Harry gently patted the hysterical elf's back as the he continued to ramble on.

"I'm glad you've taken care of our guests Dobby, I'm sure they were very grateful." Harry said with a wide toothy smile as he met the eyes of the extremely happy Elf. "I need some help from you though, Dobby. Master Harry needs you to get a few blood replenishing potions, and some pain relieving potions, as well as a new set of clothes if that is possible?" Harry asked, though it was clearly a command to the elf who, in all his humor and slight adorable nature quickly slid from his lap, gave a mock salute and vanished in another crack.

He was slightly surprised on how quickly the elf had responded, obviously wanting to impress his master who had been away for so long. He shared a look with Remus for a moment, glaring playfully at the wolf who smiled smugly at the love struck Elf's antics. Harry sighed extremely pleased when another crack was heard and Dobby was found carrying all the things he had asked for. He thanked Dobby and with one more soft embrace from the Elf he dismissed the creature, informing Remus that he would be back after a shower, which they both knew he needed more than anything.

He slowly stood, his back cracking slightly, causing him to falter momentarily before moving towards the washroom that was just off the kitchen, likely by now the only working full bath in the entire building. Harry wouldn't need to fix Grimmauld Place up, he knew that as soon as he was fed, cleaned, and had his revenge they would be gone. Sirius was dead, so there was no need to save the home, and he sure as hell wasn't allowing the order to reside in this home. The wards were changed, He also knew that as soon as they were gone they would likely never set foot on British soil again, and he couldn't say that he was sorry about that fact. Britain had driven him away, it had abused him, raped him, and spat him out more times than he could count, and he was done. As soon as he got his revenge, he was stealing Rem and Ted, and they were out of here and never looking back.

As the streams of water glided down his scar riddled body it started to show ghostly pale flesh beneath the tears and ink. His stomach was sunken with the lack of food he had been given, and his ribcage seemed to almost burst from his chest. His hands carefully glided down his sides soaping his body clean of dried blood and dirt. He stood still for a few moments, just watching the pink and brown colored suds wash away years of hurt, years of suffering, and years of sorrow down the drain. His pale skin from his neck down was hidden well under whip marks and ink it was ugly and it wasn't anything like the "Snow White" complexion that he once had, it never would return to its beautiful childish glow.

He worked shampoo into his hair, lathering it in at least three different times before rinsing it out again. He worked soap into his skin until he honestly felt as if it was raw, washing the infection from his wrists, all the grim, and the feeling of hands. He didn't know how long he was in the shower, but when he finally felt clean enough, he shut the water off and slowly moved out of the shower. He was careful on how he walked, not stepping too heavily for fear of damaging his weak bones. Until he got a bone regrowth potion and a few nutrition potions into his system he wouldn't be doing any intense running or anything of the sort.

When he turned to the mirror he closed his eyes and looked away, the man staring at him in that mirror wasn't who he was four years ago. He wasn't the kind bold Gryffindor he had been all those years ago. Now he was blood thirsty, he was angry, and he was possessive. Even in the few moments he had spent with Remus he knew that the only way that he would willingly leave the werewolf alone is if he was dead and had to be pried away. He didn't love his godfather in a sexual way, but he loved the man more than anyone. He loved Teddy just the same, he was sane because of them, and he'd be dead before he left them alone like that. His eyes met the reflection once before lowering to the sink. He moved grabbing one of the extra toothbrushes from a small holder at the side of the sink and went to work.

By the time he left the washroom his face was clean shaven, his teeth were brushed, and his hair was pulled up in a bun by a leather strap. His wrists were bandaged, along with any other open wounds, and he had taken more potions than he would have liked. He had on one of Siri's button up shirts, along with a pair of muggle sweat pants, the exact pair he had bought his godfather for Christmas. The top three buttons of were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up for comfort. He was more than pleased to see a reasonable sized meal waiting on the table, and even more pleased to see three place settings at said table. Remus had just walked into the room with a sleepy looking five year old Teddy, and shared a smile.

"You look better, Harrison." At the mention of his uncle's name Teddy seemed to perk up. It was the scent obviously that gave away the complete identity. Harry was more than pleased that Remus hadn't stopped buying the soap that Harry had used before he was shipped off to Azkaban. It made it easier for Teddy to know that this different looking person was still the Harry that had taken care of him every day of the first year and a half of his life.

"Uncle Harry!" Teddy cheered, squirming away from his sire and charging the prepared Harry. The boy's hair shifting from a vibrant aqua, to the deep jet black of Harry, and his eyes changing from an amber color to the Avada Kedavra green of Harry. He squealed happily as he was picked up and spun around before being pulled into his uncle's warm chest.

"Oh my Teddy bear," Harry said quietly, as he spun Theodore around before pulling him into his chest and holding on tight, "I have missed you so much, I'm so glad you still remember me you little rascal!" he settled Teddy on his un-sore hip, hiding a wince at the pain and the weakness he felt, but ignoring it. He wanted to hold his godson, and he wasn't letting anything stop him. He nodded with a carefree smile, listening to Teddy prattle on about everything he had missed over the years. He settled on his chair and went between feeding Theodore bites of his breakfast and feeding himself.

It felt nice, this was what he wanted, and this was always what he wanted. All he had wanted was to be home, he figured he had at least a day or two leeway; he could put on a glamour and go to the bank tomorrow. All the guards had been killed, and all the wards destroyed by the outburst, no one could alert the ministry that he was gone. He was aware that the ministry's reaction time was extremely bad, but that was a plus for him. He could more than likely even dish out revenge and be out of the country by the time they even noticed he was gone.

Life was looking up, if but a little; he was pleased by the sudden brightness. He was home, not in the geographical sense, but in the mental sense. Sitting here with his pack was what he was looking for. All he needed was Diagon alley in flames. From what he had heard George Weasley had committed suicide the year after Harry had been put in Azkaban, Ron had taken over the shop so he had no remorse for burning it down. Greedy bastard would go down with the shop if he had anything to say about it.

"Harry?" He was jerked from his thoughts. His head snapped around to stare at Remus, "Are you okay, Cub?" He asked quietly.

Harry nodded carefully with a smile, ruffling Teddy's ever changing locks before making eye contact with his godfather.

"Never better Remus," his eyes darkened with a maniacal glint, "Never better."