Title: Emerald-Eyed
Summary: Tony apparently has a son named Harry, who is an angsty teenager. How will he learn to be a father and how will Harry learn to be a son? Het, Slash, Teenage Angst.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. I make no money, so don't sue me. Please and thank you.
Warning: Slash, Harry is Tony's son, angst, infidelity (past), EWE, some Weasley-bashing, Fred is alive, Draco was not a Deatheater and is friends with Harry
Timeline: After Battle of Hogwarts and The Avengers – changed HP timeline so Harry was born in 1994 and BoH happened in 2012
Rating: T – though may change
Pairing: Tony/Pepper, Harry/Steve Rogers (future), Tony/Lily (past)
Note: This story had such a great response in the first 24 hours! Thanks so much for the encouragement! I have decided to pair Harry with Steve, but that won't happen until the very distant future. Tony and Harry need to learn how to become a family, and since they are both stubborn, that could take a bit. Also biggest thanks to my beta and bestie MakeAJoyfulNoise! Please enjoy and review!
Chapter Two
Harry sat in front of Griphook's desk dumbstruck. Finally, he had the voice to speak.
"What do you mean James Potter is not my father?" Harry demanded. He clenched his fists.
"Just as I said," Griphook drawled. "James Potter was not your biological father. He blood-adopted you upon your birth, but it was not his seed that led to your creation. However, this means nothing in the terms of your inheritance. As he blood-adopted you, in the eyes of Magick, you are his son and retain the talents and fortunes of the Potter line. Now, to go over the inventory of your vaults –"
"Who's my father then?" Harry asked, quickly.
Griphook was not amused about being interrupted.
"That, Mr. Potter, is none of my business or concern," Griphook snapped. "I am here to go over your parents' will, not take part in a soap opera!"
Harry cringed and took a breath. He was lucky the goblin was even speaking with him at all, after the trio had broken into the Lestrange vault.
"My apologies Master Griphook," Harry said. "It was just a... surprise. Please, continue. I appreciate your going over this all with me."
Griphook eyed the boy, nodded, and continued on with the business.
Harry half-listened as his mind continued to spin. If James Potter was not his father, who was? He thought his parents were happy – how could his mother do that with another man? Had James known? The man had adopted him, so he must have known, right? So many questions only the dead could answer.
Eventually, the meeting ended, and Griphook took Harry down to his parents' vault. He gasped as he entered. It was at least quadruple the size of his trust vault.
"This is all mine?" he asked.
"If you had paid attention in our meeting, Mr. Potter, you would not have needed to ask a question," Griphook snapped. Harry turned to apologize, but the Goblin continued, "When you are finished, ring the bell on the door," and left quickly.
Harry sighed and went further into the vault. The shock of the revelation seemed to have worn off, and now all that remained was resolution. Since he entered the Wizarding World, he was always compared to James Potter. 'Just like your father, Harry, with your mother's eyes.' That had been a lie. He needed to know who his father was. He needed to know.
Harry looked around. Maybe an answer lay in these vaults. Surely his parents left some note or explanation? Gold was everywhere, along with jewels and furniture. No letters or paperwork in plain sight. He spotted some trunks – maybe the answers he sought were in there?
There were a dozen trunks. Thankfully they all had labels. 'Jewelry,' 'Books,' 'Weapons,' 'Lily Evans' – aha! Harry pulled the trunk away from the others and stared at it. It was a worn school trunk, that much was obvious. Aside from his mother's name on the front, there was a faded white lily on top that looked to have been hand-painted on. He gently stroked the lily. He imagined the red-headed girl from Snape's memories painting this, excited to be attending Hogwarts. Could she have imagined where that path would lead?
It was locked, so he used 'Alohomora' to open it. Like Moody's trunk, it held several compartments. The first was full of trinkets, costume jewelry, and school robes, and the next was just school books. Harry began to feel worry as he opened up the last compartment. What if this was only her old school things? The boy had no idea where to search next if there was nothing there.
The last was a hodgepodge of items. Letters tied in ribbon, notebooks, journals, a broomstick, and old newspaper clippings. He took out all the items with the exception of the broomstick.
Harry examined the letters first, but all of them were from James Potter. No mysterious lovers. He felt acid come up his throat. Yesterday, he would have been ecstatic to find these, and now he just felt sick. His worldview was shattered. James Potter was not his father. Harry felt a flash of anger surge through him, and he threw the letters back into the trunk. No, James Potter was the man his mother cuckolded.
He glanced back down at the rest of the items. Did he really want to know? At first he was determined, but now all Harry felt was anger toward this faceless man – this man with the face he probably mimicked. That man slept with a married woman, and left her pregnant. Did he really want to meet that man?
Yes, he did need to know. He needed to know who the man was. He needed to know.
The notebooks turned out to be research into different charms, and the old newspaper clippings Harry recognized were about Voldemort in some fashion, whether about mysterious disappearances, muggle gas leaks, or obituaries. He put them back into the trunk and looked at the journals.
It seemed his mother had kept journals from the start of Hogwarts until her death. There was a journal for every year. Harry hesitated. Although he made up his mind to pursue the truth, his heart was apprehensive. Closing his eyes, he breathed in. He could do this. He then picked up the 1993 journal and began to flip through.
AN: Edit made to timeline (28/10/13) where Harry is now born in 1994, so he will be turning 18 in 2012. Oy vey I hate math.