TITLE: Spellbound

DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong J K Rowling. Tony Stark, SHIELD, Nick Fury, and everyone else belong to Marvel Comics / Marvel studios, as does any of the characters in the MCU that get dragged kicking and screaming into this... basically, if you recognise it, it isn't mine… I'm just here for the fun.

"He's definitely like you," Ginny giggled out as the door closed behind Tony, leaving her alone with Hermione in the quiet of the room.

"He's… he's Tony Stark!" Hermione breathed out in shock.

"What?" Ginny frowned, trying to decipher the look on Hermione's face. "Is that a bad thing?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I get that your dad not… you know?" She trailed off, frowning at herself for mentioning Hermione's parents again.

"He's rich, capital R rich," Hermione whispered.

"What? Like Malfoy rich?" Ginny asked, she'd already seen how the doctors treated him so she was guessing he was somebody important.

"Richer," Hermione whispered back. "He's a billionaire! Like, one of the richest people in the world!" She said in shock.

"Wow," Ginny breathed out, her eyes going wide at that news. "And he's your dad?" She whispered in shock. "No wonder he could get a muggle airplane all the way from America as soon as he found out."

"He probably owns his own," Hermione giggled in shock at what she was being told. "He owns companies all over the world. They make everything muggles use." She explained. "He came." She whispered, the fact that he'd come all the way from America for her finally hitting her.

"That rich?" Ginny asked, trying to imagine what he must do to have that amount of money.

"Richer," Hermione nodded awkwardly. "But… it's not the money, I mean, he says he's my dad."

"He looks like you," Ginny admitted. "The eyes." She clarified when Hermione looked at her. "He's got your eyes. Or you've got his I mean." She laughed as Hermione tried to picture what she was saying. "What was that test thing he offered?"

"Paternity test," Hermione remembered before trying to simplify it down for her non-muggle friend. "Sort of a blood test to see if someone is related to someone else."

"Oh, there's spells for that as well I think." Ginny nodded now she could grasp her head around the idea. "Think it's sixth year stuff though." She said with a shrug. "Dad could probably do it, or mum, if you wanted to know for sure."

"It's just…" Hermione frowned, blinking more tears away as she tried to keep herself composed. "My mum, she never mentioned anything like this." She whispered. "I don't even know if my dad knew or not, I… I just thought mum and dad had had me before they'd be married, not… not that mum had me with someone else." She said quietly.

"Probably wouldn't have changed anything if he knew or not right?" Ginny said reassuringly. "Your dad's your dad, I mean, if he knew he wouldn't have done anything different right?"

"I don't know," Hermione answered quietly. "Can you… the water?" She asked hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Ginny nodded, moving around the bed to the other side where the doctor had left the cup of water with a straw in it on the table by the side of the bed. "That ok?" She asked, lifting the cup up so Hermione could get the straw into her mouth and drink out of it.

"Thanks," Hermione nodded after drinking as much of the water as she could.

"This is so weird," Ginny muttered looking around. "My dad's been trying to figure out how to get you out of here and to St Mungo's so you can get a proper doctor to look at you."

"These are proper doctors Ginny," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "But yeah, I know what you mean. A medi-witch would be a godsend right now to fix me up." She whispered softly.

"What about when you go to his house?" Ginny asked. "We could get a medi-witch to apparate in with some skele-gro or something?"

"Oh my god, I'll have to tell him!" Hermione whispered in shock as she realised the situation she was in. "He doesn't know about magic!" She winced, it was already going to be awkward between them, trying to get used to the idea that he was he biological father, but between that and trying to convince him that magic was real, she was pretty sure he'd have her locked up in an asylum quicker than anything.

"My dad could talk to him?" Ginny offered. "He works at The Ministry, he's probably done the talk before. I never really thought about what it must be like for muggle borns to learn about magic." She said thoughtfully.

"Professor McGonagall came to see my… my mum and dad." Hermione explained. "When she brought my Hogwarts letter, she explained everything."

"Think she could do it again?" Ginny asked hopefully. "You'll have to owl her anyway, there's no way you can go back to Hogwarts like that."

"My wand," Hermione said at last. "It was in my pocket when…" She trailed off as the tears started to build up in her eyes again.

"Maybe the hospital have it?" Ginny tried to be supportive, reaching down to hug Hermione again.

"If… if it didn't break," Hermione whispered.

"Why don't you ask… um, what do we call him? Mr Stark?" Ginny frowned, trying to think of how to think about Hermione's new father in her mind.

"Mr Stark is best," Hermione nodded at that, thankful of having something else to focus on and keep her brain away from thinking about what had happened to her mum and dad.

"Ask him?" Ginny nodded in agreement. "The doctors seem to do anything he asks anyway, maybe he could get your things for you?"

"Maybe," Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

"Or you'll have to buy a new one," Ginny said with a shrug. "Like Ron did when his broke in his second year."

"Yeah," Hermione sighed at that, she liked her wand, it was comfortable and felt right in her hand. Getting used to a new one would be a pain.

"And what about Hogwarts?" Ginny asked. "Are you even coming back?" She asked urgently. "There's no way you're going to make the Quidditch World Cup looking like that." She said, pointing to the two thick casts or Hermione's arm and leg.

"What? Of course I'm coming back!" Hermione stated firmly. "I'm not missing my education because of…" She trailed off as she realised what Ginny was saying. "Oh Merlin!" She whispered. "But he… he said he lived in London?"

"If he's as rich as you say, maybe he's got houses all over." Ginny replied back. "He said he came from Las Angeles."

"Los Angeles," Hermione corrected automatically. "Oh my god, he… do you think he'll want me to move out to America with him?" She asked in shock.

"You'd have to wouldn't you?" Ginny asked. "I mean, he's your… you know, now right? You're still under age so…"

"So I'd have to live where he lives." Hermione finished off Ginny's thought as it registered in her brain. "Oh Merlin!" She whispered as it sunk in

It didn't take Tony long to make his way through the hospital corridors after a helpful nurse pointed him in the direction of the family waiting room where he knew the redhead's parents would be. He was still sending e-mails back to the London office on his phone as he took a deep breath at the door before pushing it open and walking inside.

Thankfully there were far less people inside than he'd thought there were, he was sure there'd been four of them in the corridor before, but now there was only the two adults, the two older teenagers had vanished.

The girl's father was pretty tall, nearly as tall as he was. Balding with bright blue eyes and thin ginger hair that his daughter had apparently inherited as well. The mother, he was guessing from the way she was stood against the man, was far shorter, probably close to the five-foot mark like Hermione's friend, her daughter. Rounder than her thin husband, but she had an easy smile he could appreciate.

"Uh, hi," Tony said offhand, waving awkwardly as the door closed behind him and he saw both their attention focused on him. Now he was taking time to look carefully, he could see their comfortable clothes were well worn and faded, well-loved and worn regularly but obviously not fashionable or modern clothes by any stretch.

"Sorry, Mr Stark was it? Our daughter told us your name." The man smiled widely, stepping forward and offering his hand.

"Yes, sorry," Tony nodded, shaking the hand firmly. "Tony, please."

"Arthur, this is my wife Molly." He said, introducing them both.

"Lovely to meet you." The woman Arthur had introduced smiled pleasantly.

"Can we sit?" Tony asked, gesturing around the room. "Hermione's awake by the way, the doctors say she's recovering well." He explained.

"Oh thank Merlin!" Molly breathed out happily. "Can I… I'll just go and see how the girls are doing." She said, looking to her husband.

"Of course, go and be with them." Arthur nodded reassuringly before Molly dashed from the room. "Shall we?" He asked, taking his seat again.

"This is all new to me," Tony admitted, finding a comfortable seat in the waiting room and collapsing down on it, rubbing his face in his hands. "I only… Hermione, I didn't even know about her."

"Ginny told us she's your daughter, is that right?" Arthur asked curiously.

Tony nodded absently. "I didn't know, about her, about anything with her mom." Tony explained. "I only found out yesterday, I came as soon as I got the news."

"That must have been a surprise." Arthur said thoughtfully.

"Oh yeah," Tony nodded back. "I never pictured myself doing this, the family thing I mean. And then boom, here's a fifteen-year-old girl. Fifteen? I didn't even ask. I've got her birthday somewhere but…"

"Fixteen, she'll be Sixteen in a few months." Arthur said reassuringly, sensing the panic in the man's voice. "September if I'm right."

"Right, fifteen," Tony made a mental note to remember that. "She's dealing with so much right now, I don't even know where to start with all of this." He muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Your daughter? They seem pretty good friends."

"Ginny, yes, they've been quite close for the last few years." Arthur confirmed. "She's been here every day to see Hermione after she heard what happened."

"That's good, friends are important." Tony nodded, trying to dig up any sage words of wisdom he could think of that would apply to him in this situation.

"How is she?" Arthur asked.

"Hermione? Bruised, a broken arm and leg. They're giving her painkillers to help manage it, and probably another sedative tonight to help her sleep." Tony admitted. "It'll be a tough time for her."

Arthur looked confused at some of the words Tony had said but nodded along regardless.

"Actually, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about." Tony nodded thoughtfully. "She's either going to be cooped up here until they release her, or I can take her home and have private doctors help her with what she needs." Tony explained. "Never liked hospitals," He explained. "Too generic, bad smells." He muttered.

"Do you think that would help?" Arthur asked, his voice eager now. "To have her at home away from the hospital?"

"I think it might," Tony admitted. "I mean, I can buy any equipment she needs to get around while she's recovering, and it'd be a more comfortable environment for her there than it is here I guess."

"That makes sense," Arthur nodded in agreement.

"But she doesn't know me," Tony explained. "I mean, I'm her father but it's not like I have a right to expect her to call me that or anything, not when I didn't even know about her until now." He rambled on. "Then moving her out of a hospital like this and expecting her to try and rest and recover in a strange house, what was I thinking?" He muttered as he trailed off.

"You were doing your best the only way you know how," Arthur smiled across the room knowingly, recognising the panic of new parenthood on the mans face. "You live in London then?"

"I have a place there," Tony nodded, thinking of the spacious apartment at the top of the Stark offices, the same type of apartment he had set aside in all Stark offices around the world so he didn't have to fuss with hotels or anything anymore. "I have space, it's no bother, I just don't want her to think that I'm shuffling her around without a care about what she wants."

"Did you ask Hermione?" Arthur asked after a pause.

"She didn't want to go home," Tony admitted. "I get that, I was the same after my folks died." He explained. "Barely set foot in the house for a year before I could accept it."

Arthur nodded at that, imagining how the children would be if he and Molly died, he could well imagine none of them wanting to be around The Burrow after that. "Then maybe it's best that she does go with you then. Give her something new to focus on while she heals after what happened."

"That's what I was thinking," Tony nodded in agreement. "What about your daughter?" He asked hopefully.

"Ginny?" Arthur asked, wondering what Ginny had to do with any of this.

"Would she stay with Hermione?" Tony explained. "I know it's a big favour and you don't know me at all, but I'm floundering here. She can stay in the room with Hermione, or I can have another room made up for her, whichever she prefers, probably best if they stay together I'd think? Maybe? I don't know, I've got no clue what teenage girls are like." He admitted with a sigh. "I mean, I just think it would help Hermione if she had her friend around to help her, instead of being stuck in a strange place with a man she's never met before." He explained with a sigh. "Sorry, I'm not very good at any of this."

"You're asking if Ginny would stay with Hermione until she recovers?" Arthur asked, trying to muddle through the various things Tony had babbled out.

"Yes, that one." Tony nodded, clicking his fingers as Arthur caught on to what he was trying to say.

"I think that would be a good idea." Arthur smiled at the thought. "As long as the girls and my wife agree of course."

"Of course," Tony smiled in agreement. "I'll cover their food, clothes, anything else she needs while she's staying," Tony explained. "Actually, I've got absolutely no idea what teenage girls need. TV for their room? Books? Cuddly toys? Girls love cuddly toys right?"

"Books would be a good start with Hermione," Arthur laughed as Tony floundered around in his mind trying to figure things out.

"Books?" Tony grasped onto this piece of information like a lifeline, his eyes lighting up as he found out something about his daughter at last. "She likes reading?"

"Almost everything she can get her hands on according to my son and daughter," Arthur explained with a smile. "Terribly smart young girl, I don't think my son would have done half as well in school without her as a friend." He laughed.

"Yes!" Tony grinned happily.

"Oh? I take it she takes after you then?" Arthur laughed at the excitement on Tony's face.

"You could say that," Tony laughed back. "I'm an… I guess engineer is the closest thing to what I do. Electronics, robotics, that sort of thing."

"Oh yes, I don't know if Hermione has ever shown an interest in Elecrics or Robototics before," Arthur laughed, hoping he wasn't mangling the unfamiliar words too much. "She's definitely the smartest wi… girl of her age I've ever met." He said quickly, covering up his mistake and hoping Tony hadn't caught it.

"Oh thank god," Tony breathed out. "Ok, so we have something in common, I can work on that." He laughed, sighing in relief. "Books, books I can do. Maybe move a library in or have JARVIS set something up for her, whatever she'd like."

"Move a library?" Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow at that.

"Or, you know, whatever she'd like?" Tony shrugged.

"I think if you told her that, then she would be moving in today no matter what your doctors tell her." Arthur laughed at the idea, causing Tony's eyes to light up at that information.

"Girls?" Molly asked quietly as she pushed open the door of the room Hermione had been moved into, relaxing as she saw Ginny and Hermione talking quietly at the bed.

"Mrs Weasley," Hermione said softly, her throat still a bit sore but getting better with the water that was on offer.

"Oh dear, what have those muggles done to you?" Molly asked, closing the door behind her so she could talk properly with Ginny and Hermione.

"They're doing their best, really." Hermione said reassuringly.

"It's silly having you here dear," Molly said sternly. "We could have you to St Mungo's in a jiffy and have you fixed up by tea time."

"I can't do that," Hermione said quickly. "Mr Stark… he… he doesn't know about magic." She whispered.

"Your father is talking with him right now," Molly said thoughtfully. "He's a muggle then?" She smiled when Hermione nodded. "Oh dear, you know I haven't anything against muggles." She explained. "It's just… I hate seeing you all like this when we could take such better care of you."

"It won't be for long," Hermione explained. "I've broken my arm before, don't worry Mrs Weasley."

"I've told you dear, it's Molly," Molly sighed.

"Wait, you left Tony Stark with your dad!" Hermione asked in horror, looking to Ginny.

"I'm sure they're fine," Ginny laughed. "Hermione was just telling me about Mr Stark's companies. He's richer than anything apparently."

"Money doesn't buy you everything dear," Molly said sternly. "Who is this Mr Stark anyway?"

"He's…" Hermione choked out before forcing herself to take a breath. "He's my dad apparently." She said, her eyes going a bit wide as she said it aloud for the first time.

"Well, if he's family to you then he's family to us as well." Molly said with a wide smile.

"Mum, can you owl Professor McGonagall and tell her what's happened?" Ginny asked, nodding to Hermione. "I mean, if Mr Stark knew about magic and Hermione, maybe we could get her to St Mungo's and healed quicker."

"Is that what you want dear?" Molly asked, looking to Hermione.

"I don't even know where I'd begin talking to him about it all," Hermione whispered. "Professor McGonagall came to talk to… talk to my parents about it the first time." She explained, blinking fiercely as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Of course, I'll owl her then, just as soon as we get home." Molly nodded in agreement. "Now, is there anything else you need?"

"Crookshanks!" Hermione blurted out. "He must be going crazy at home with nobody there to feed him!"

"We can floo over dear and take care of Crookshanks for you," Molly said with a smile.

"No, there's no floo, it's a muggle house. Remember when your dad tried before?" Hermione explained quickly. "Oh Merlin! What am I going to do with him?"

"What about Mr Stark?" Ginny asked hesitantly. "You could ask him to bring him here? Do they let animals in muggle hospitals?"

"Never," Hermione shook her head.

"Silly muggles," Molly shook her head in amusement.

"Could he look after him until you're better? Or until you can leave the hospital?" Ginny asked. "Didn't he say you could go home with him tomorrow?"

"Go home with him?" Molly asked curiously. "Well, of course, if he's your father then that's where you should be dear."

"You don't think he'd mind?" Hermione asked, looking between Ginny and Molly.

"If not, we can take him," Molly smiled back. "I'm sure Crookshanks would enjoy the Burrow until you're feeling better."

"That might be better," Hermione admitted softly, trying to imagine what sort of house Mr Stark must own and Crookshanks tearing around an unfamiliar house.

"If you tell us where you live, I'll have Arthur drop by and pick him up tonight," Molly smiled reassuringly, resting her hand on Hermione's.

"I wonder what dad's talking about with him?" Ginny asked thoughtfully, drawing Hermione's attention back to her. "Probably plugs or something silly like that." She laughed.

"Go!" Hermione said quickly. "Stop him," She laughed. "Oh Merlin," She muttered, wishing she could have a hand free to rub her face in frustration. "Mr Stark is a genius, he's going to think your dad is crazy." She laughed, trying to picture how strange the conversation must be going between them.

"So that's where you get your brains from then," Ginny laughed as Hermione went wide eyed at her comment. "At least he'll be able to keep up with you." She continued on, ignoring the look of shock that was flooding her friends face.

"Tony… Stark… is… my dad." Hermione whispered out in shock, breathing heavily as it sunk in. "Oh Merlin!" She muttered, trying to wrap her head around it.

"I'll go and see how they're doing," Ginny offered with a laugh. "Are you ok to stay with Hermione for a bit mum?" Ginny asked as she stood up from her chair.

"Of course, dear," Molly smiled. "You go and see how your father is doing."

"Quickly!" Hermione said urgently, watching as Ginny laughed and left the room.

"Ginny, come on dear, we were just talking about you." Arthur smiled as he looked up when Ginny opened the door to the waiting room.

"Oh?" Ginny asked hesitantly, wondering what on earth her father must have been talking about with Mr Stark and why her name had come up.

"Hi," Tony waved hesitantly from his chair on the other side of the room. "How is she? I didn't say anything too stupid right?"

Ginny laughed at that as she closed the door behind her and moved to sit down near her dad. "Shocked I think, she keeps getting this look on her face like she's just been told a professor is wrong or something, complete bewilderment." She laughed as she tried to explain it.

"I guess I could have been more subtle," Tony winced as he tried to think about things from Hermione's point of view. "I mean, she's just lost her parents, and I barge in and tell her I'm really her dad, I sounded like an idiot, didn't I?" He said, sinking his head into his hands.

"I'm sure you were just as shocked as she was," Arthur interrupted with a soft smile. "It's a big moment when you learn you're going to be a father." He explained. "I should know, I've had enough of them." He said with a chuckle.

"Enough?" Tony asked, curious about his daughter's friends now. "How many have you got?"

"Ginny," Arthur said, nodding to Ginny. "Ron, the second youngest. He's friends with Hermione at school as well." He explained, catching the glance Ginny gave him and smiling back. "Fred and George, the twins that were here earlier, you didn't get to meet them." He said, counting off on his fingers. "Then Percy, Charlie and William."

"Dad, you know he prefers Bill," Ginny said after Arthur finished counting them off.

"He'll always be William," Arthur laughed back.

"Seven, wow." Tony whispered, his eyes going wide at imagining life with seven children running around.

"Ginny's our youngest, just a year below Hermione at school," Arthur explained. "She's just finished up her third year."

"So Hermione's just finished her fourth year," Tony saved that bit of information in his brain. "Did she have exams?" He asked hesitantly. "Sorry, I've got no clue how the schools work over here." He admitted.

"Not until the end of next year," Ginny explained.

"Right," Tony nodded at that.

"Why were you talking about me?" Ginny asked, looking over to her dad.

"Well, Mr Stark…" Arthur started before he was interrupted.

"Tony, please." Tony said, holding up his hands.

"Tony," Arthur conceded. "Was saying that he thinks Hermione would heal better at home than she would do here." Arthur explained, catching Ginny's eye and hoping she would agree so that they could help with some magical healing as well. He'd caught on as soon as it had been suggested and would definitely be happier with Hermione away from all these muggle machines, as interesting as they were.

"Yeah, he said that to Hermione as well." Ginny nodded, catching on to what her father was saying.

"Well, Tony suggested that you go with Hermione and stay with her for a while, to help her adjust you understand." Arthur continued explaining. "Obviously he's asking a lot here, and I didn't want to say yes without asking…"

"Of course," Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "I'll stay with Hermione if she needs it. We were just talking about Crookshanks as well. She wanted to know if you could ask the hospital if they've got her things from… from the car, her clothes and bits?"

"Crookshanks?" Tony interrupted, frowning at the weird name. "Yeah, I can ask. The clothes are probably ruined though, but if she had a purse or anything in her pockets, they probably bagged them up if they could save them. I'll ask ok?" He nodded, making a mental note to do just that.

"Hermione's… cat," Ginny said, catching herself before she said half-kneasle. "He's been back at the house since the accident without anyone to feed him or anything."

"Cat, right." Tony muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Ok, didn't think about pets." He said aloud.

"Mum said he'd be better off at home with us," Ginny said quickly. "He's been there before so he won't be as crazy in a new place." She explained. "She said dad could go and pick him up tonight?"

"Of course," Arthur smiled and nodded at that, happy to help out Hermione however he could.

"That might be best," Tony admitted. "Just until I can get the place ready. Honestly, I normally have wires and electronics all over the place, not exactly the most pet friendly place in the world," He said with a self-deprecating smile, catching how Arthur's eyes lit up at what he said. "I can drive Hermione down any time she wants to visit though, where do you live? I'll have to sort out clothes and things for Hermione anyway." He grimaced at the thought of what shopping with a teenage girl must be like, hopefully he'd be able to bribe Pepper with taking over that aspect of parenthood.

"Ottery St Catchpole," Arthur explained. "Close by anyway, about fifteen minutes south of the village." He said with a smile.

Tony nodded at that, pulling out his phone. "JARVIS, find me Ottery St Catchpole." He announced, ignoring the strange looks he got from Arthur and Ginny in response.

"Of course, sir." JARVIS' voice came back over the phone speakers. "A small down in Devon, approximately three hours' drive from your current location." JARVIS continued by pulling up a map on the screen and showing the quickest driving route from the hospital.

"Not too bad," Tony nodded, saving the information on his phone.

"What was that?" Ginny asked, nodding to the small glass looking device Mr Stark was holding.

"JARVIS?" Tony asked, continuing when the young girl nodded. "He's sort of my assistant, that's the best word I can think of really. He runs a lot of the company, helps me out with pretty much everything."

"Oh," Ginny nodded at that. "Would we meet him then? If Hermione is staying with you?"

Tony laughed at that before tossing his phone on the seat next to him. "JARVIS, say hello."

"Hello young miss," JARVIS' voice came out of the speaker, causing Ginny to look at it in surprise.

"He can hear me?" Ginny asked in shock, blinking in surprise at the small glass looking muggle device that she'd never seen before.

"He's not really a he," Tony admitted. "At least, not in the sense that you mean anyway." He explained. "JARVIS actually stands for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, he's not a real person."

"Oh," Ginny frowned at that, trying to understand what Tony was saying, she looked up at her father and could see he was just as confused as she was.

"JARVIS is as close to an artificial intelligence as I could make," Tony explained further. "He's not sentient, not like we are, but he's getting close." He said proudly but catching the still confused look on Ginny's face before simplifying it down further. "He's a really advanced computer." He explained finally, not sure he could actually make JARVIS' explanation any simpler than that.

"Thank you, sir." JARVIS' voice came back.

"No problem, actually, while I've got this…" Tony trailed off in thought. "How many rooms does the London apartment have?"

"Six sir, a master bedroom, and five smaller double rooms with en-suite for guests." JARVIS responded easily.

"They're all set up and ready?" Tony asked.

"Indeed sir, per your phone call with Miss Potts, the apartment has been readied for your arrival and subsequent arrival of Miss Granger." JARVIS explained.

"Add one more," Tony said with a nod to Ginny and Arthur. "If you still think it's ok?" He asked, checking with Arthur to make sure.

"Hmm?" Arthur shook his head, brought out of his amazement by Tony's question. "Oh, oh yes, certainly." Arthur nodded. "You're ok staying with Hermione until she recovers aren't you dear?" He asked, looking at Ginny.

"Of course," Ginny nodded quickly, happy to stay with her friend when she needed it.

"Ok, Ginny's coming as well, same room as Hermione, so have another bed moved in there as well." Tony announced to the phone.

"As you wish sir, a room will be made available for Miss Granger and… Ginny, to use when they are ready." JARVIS' voice came back.

"He's not good with first names," Tony explained the pause. "I think I programmed too much British into him." He said with a laugh before idly wondering if his daughter was like that.

"Weasley," Ginny said aloud. "Tell Jarvis it's Ginny Weasley."

"Very good Miss Weasley," JARVIS' voice responded happily, sounding much more comfortable with the name.

"He answered," Ginny asked in shock. "I was just kidding," She said, looking at Tony who laughed at her bewildered expression.

"I'll introduce you and Hermione to him properly tomorrow," Tony said with a laugh. "I think Hermione will love him, from what your dad's been telling me anyway. He can pull up any book ever written and display it for Hermione to read whenever she wants." He explained.

"Oh Merlin, Hermione's going to love that!" Ginny breathed out in amazement.

"Merlin?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrow. "Heard that a few times now, British expression?" He asked curiously.

"Um, yes, quite common." Arthur answered quickly.

"Thought so," Tony said, shaking his head in amusement. "Wasn't he that wizard in the stories? King Arthur right?"

"That's right," Ginny nodded quickly so her father wouldn't say anything else.

"Makes sense, guess it's a bigger story over here than it is in America," Tony mused thoughtfully.

"It's where dad gets his name from too," Ginny explained. "And Percy, and me." She said proudly.

"Ginny?" Tony frowned, wondering where the name fit in.

"Ginevra," Ginny explained with a frown, showing her distaste for her full name. "Comes from Guinevere."

"Ahh, ok, got it." Tony nodded, but was still more puzzled than ever. He'd have JARVIS give him the footnotes in language he could understand later on. "So you're ok with that then? Staying with Hermione and helping her out?"

"Of course," Ginny smiled happily, knowing that also she'd be helping out Hermione by working out ways to smuggle some healing potions in as well to help her recover quicker, a far better idea than letting her suffer at the hands of muggle doctors for months.

"Great," Tony breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll have Pepper take you shopping or something as a thank you, get you some clothes or toys or whatever you want." He explained.

"That's alright, we're just happy to help Hermione out." Arthur protested quickly.

"No, it's fine, really." Tony protested back. "Seriously, you're doing me a huge favour here. I've got no clue what I'm doing with any of this, and I'm now realising I shouldn't be admitting that to the person who just agreed to let his daughter stay with me." He muttered, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Probably not." Arthur chuckled in amusement. "I'm sure you're doing the best you can in the situation." He said with a small laugh. "If we can help in any way, just let us know, please. Hermione's practically part of the family."

"You don't know how much that helps, really." Tony admitted. "I mean, you've got experience with all of this, I'm just…"

"I know just how you feel," Arthur said with a laugh. "I was panicking myself when William was born, sorry, Bill." He corrected himself for Ginny's sake. "I'm sure you'll do just fine." He said with a smile.

"I forgot, can I have your number? Then I can call or I'll give you mine, you can call to talk to Ginny, Hermione, anytime you need, or come by, you'll be more than welcome." Tony said thankfully.

"We don't have a telephone at home," Ginny explained quickly. "It's not an easy place for all the wires to reach." She explained, thinking up a semi plausible explanation from what she knew.

"Oh, ok." Tony nodded, frowning at the thought but accepting it for now. "I'll have to get you one so you can call, a cell or something, just so you can keep in touch with Ginny." He explained.

"You don't have…"

"No, really," Tony waved off the complaint. "It's a favour to me, then I can call you when I'm panicking about something." He said with a half-joking laugh, catching the smile on Arthur's face. "I'll bring one back with me tomorrow for you." He said with a smile.

"I'd better tell mum and Hermione the plan," Ginny said eagerly, standing up from her chair. "Nice to meet you Jarvis." She said with a wave to the muggle device still on the chair next to Tony.

"It is nice to make your acquaintance too Miss Weasley," JARVIS responded dryly.

Tony was still shaking his head in amusement as Ginny walked past him and out of the waiting room before he let the laugh out when the door closed. "Oh, I needed that." He said as he got his laughter under control.

"Really sir, she is quite a well mannered young lady." JARVIS' dry tones came back from the phone.

"Yes, I'm quite proud of her," Arthur said, agreeing with the voice with a happy smile.

"Stock up the kitchen as well JARVIS, check with Pepper to see if there's anything she wants getting ready as well." Tony said as he picked up the phone.

"Of course, sir. Is there anything specific you would like adding to the kitchens?" JARVIS asked.

"Whatever teenage girls eat, and probably lots of it." Tony muttered. "And decent coffee." He added quickly.

"Obviously sir, your addiction is already catered for." JARVIS responded before Tony stuck the phone back in his pocket, rolling his eyes at JARVIS' comment.

"Seriously, I can't thank you enough for this." Tony said, looking back to Arthur. "It's going to be tough enough on Hermione with what's happened, having her friend there will mean the world to her."

"I understand completely," Arthur agreed with his reasoning. "I work in the city myself, so I hope you won't mind if I pop by now and again to see how the girls are doing?"

"Anytime, open invitation." Tony said firmly. "Bring the wife, the kids, everyone." He said with a laugh. "Seven kids, think there's enough room, there was the last time I looked at the plans anyway." He mused aloud. "How do you cope?" He asked semi-seriously.

"Patience, lots and lots of patience." Arthur said with a loud laugh causing Tony to laugh along with him.