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Chapter 2: The Truth About Harry

To say it was awkward inside the lift would have been a huge understatement. No one said a word, and Miss Potts and the two guards kept sending the Dursleys disgusted looks when they weren't looking. Their pompous way of speaking, and their belittlement of Harry hadn't endeared the Dursleys to them one little bit. Harry was just once again grateful that Miss Potts was putting up with them at all. It wasn't as if the Dursleys had presented her with a wealth of proof that Harry was Tony's Stark son after all. She could have just kicked them all out.

Speaking of Miss Potts, Harry caught her staring at him again. When she realized that he had caught her she gave him a warm smile, which in turn made him give her a shy, timid smile. She was definitely very nice but she had a strict air about her that was not unlike McGonagall's. Finally, they arrived at their floor. Miss Potts escorted them through the hallway until they got to a lab of sorts. Or at least Harry thought it was a lab. There were long tables with a bunch of different equipment and computers that he had never seen before. Harry's eyes couldn't stay still as they worked to see every little detail. His fingers twitched with the desire to touch and look through all of the different machines to figure out how they worked. He'd never been this close to anything this high tech before.

There was a man in the lab wearing a white lab coat who stepped forward to greet them. He was an older gentleman with graying dark hair, a kind smile that caused wrinkles to gather at the sides of his mouth, and intelligent brown eyes.

"This is Doctor Henry Cunningham. He is Mr. Stark's personal physician and one of the best in his field. These are the Dursleys," Miss Potts introduced.

The Dursleys looked him over with suspicion and grunted their greetings.

"Hello, nice to meet you all. What I can do for you all today?" he asked pleasantly, ignoring the Dursleys' sour looks.

"We need a paternity test done for… What's your name honey?" It took Harry a moment to realize she was talking to him. No one had ever called him honey before.

"It's Harry, ma'am," he told her giving her a nervous smile.

"Harry, well Harry needs a paternity test done. I'm sure you have a sample from Tony?" she asked the doctor pointedly. The doctor nodded in confirmation his eyes were a bit more interested now as he looked at Harry. "I just need to make a quick phone call but I'll be right back."

She exited the room pulling out her mobile phone as she went. The two guards remained watching over the Dursleys carefully, no doubt not trusting Vernon's obvious temper. Dr. Cunningham didn't seem at all unnerved by the strange situation and smiled kindly at Harry once more. It did help him relax just a bit. However, Harry was still more anxious than he could ever remember being in his life.

"Come right this way young man. Here hop up right here on this stool," Dr. Cunningham patted a tall metal stool in front of him and Harry climbed on without complaint. He was ready for this all to be over with so that everything would just go back to normal.

"Now, I'm just going to prick your finger with this small needle to take some blood and a swab of your mouth with this Q-tip. Is that all right with you young man? I assure you that you'll hardly feel a thing," he told him.

Harry nodded his agreement, and opened his mouth and held out his hand when Dr. Cunningham requested him to.

"Perfect now we'll just get these samples ready, put them in this machine here and then I can compare them to Mr. Stark's since his have already been prepared," he said cheerfully.

The Dursleys watched everything that Dr. Cunningham did very closely, not that they would know what it was he was doing. Harry only had a limited knowledge about how DNA worked. He understood the basics but didn't know what markers to look for when comparing different DNA strands to see if there was a genetic link. Biology and physiology hadn't interesting him as much as mechanical and electrical engineering had.

After about ten minutes the machines chimed and Dr. Cunningham went over to check the results. He looked them over several times and finally wrote down his final conclusion making both Harry and the Dursleys anxious to hear the results of the tests.

"Well?" Petunia demanded.

"I'll give the results once Miss Potts returns," Dr. Cunningham said serenely not at all put off by Petunia's rudeness.

Harry fidgeted nervously on his stool, the Dursleys muttered under their breath and Dudley brought out his handheld game after his whining to leave got him nowhere. He started to play, oblivious to the tension in the room. Harry was almost jealous of his stupidity and just how easy it was for Dudley to ignore what was going. After all it wasn't his future that was hanging in the balance based on some blood work. What felt like hours later, which was realistically probably a couple of minutes Miss Potts returned. She looked a bit flustered but she visibly managed to calm herself down before turning to look at Dr. Cunningham.

"What were the results?" she asked clutching her mobile phone tightly seemingly needing to brace herself for the answer.

"I can say with a hundred percent certainty that this young man right here is the biological son of Anthony Edward Stark," said Dr. Cunningham in a firm voice.

"Right," agreed Miss Potts her face paling before getting ahold of herself again and turning to the Dursleys.

"See? I told you it was the truth," Petunia bragged.

"Yes, of course, I apologize for all the trouble that you had to go through," Miss Potts said appearing as if she was restraining herself from strangling Petunia. "Now moving on to the matter of custody. You mentioned that you wanted to turn over custody to Mr. Stark? Would that be full custody you were speaking of?" Her ability to take things in stride and think ahead to important matters impressed Harry.

"Yes, and we want it done as soon as possible, but we'd like some sort of compensation for the boy. I mean we've been stuck raising him for eleven years ever since his mother and her husband died. We deserve something for it," said Vernon.

"I'm sure we can figure something out," replied Miss Potts her face tight with a forced smile. "If you come with me I can have the paper work drawn up in a matter of moments and you can be on your way. Mr. Stark would like to do this as quickly as possible with all parties coming out satisfied with the arrangement. I'll have security escort you to the conference room and I'll meet you there shortly."

"Perfect, come on Diddykins," Petunia called merrily as the guards led them away.

None of the Dursleys even bothered to say goodbye to Harry. They just left without a backwards glance. Harry didn't really care about them not saying goodbye. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to even acknowledge them. His entire world was crashing down around him and he didn't know what was real anymore. It had all been true. Harry's mum had cheated on his dad—no not his dad— James Potter with this Tony Stark person who was Harry's real dad. Harry didn't know whether or not to feel elated that his dad was really alive or horrified that his mum really did have an affair with someone else. He was thrilled to be rid of the Dursleys but terrified at being given over to some person he had never even met before, even if they were his real father. What was Tony Stark like? Miss Potts was his assistant and she said that Tony Stark wanted to get custody quickly. That would mean that he wanted Harry, right?

"Harry sweetheart, are you all right?" Miss Potts asked gently.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled.

"Did you know that Tony was your dad?"

"No, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon just told me yesterday. I always thought James Potter was my dad," he replied.

"Yesterday? You only found out yesterday?" She seemed shocked before composing herself. "Your aunt mentioned that your mother and her husband passed away?"

Her eyes were gentle and Harry found himself liking her a great deal.

"Yeah, I was only a year old. Everyone thought Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were my only living relatives so I got put with them," replied Harry.

"Well, how do you feel about living with Tony now?" she asked.

"I don't know, I've never met him," said Harry with a shrug.

She smiled. "What I'm getting at is would you like to stay with your relatives?"

"No," Harry said quickly.

She got a serious expression on her face for a moment. "They haven't hurt you, have they Harry?"

"No," replied Harry, the Dursleys had never hit him before. Well, Dudley had but he was pretty sure that wasn't what she was asking. "They just don't like me. Aunt Petunia didn't like my mum and so they don't like me either."

Harry was leaving the statement at that. He didn't want her knowing about the chores and the cupboard under the stairs. He'd never told anyone about them. He hadn't even known that what they were doing was wrong until he was older and went to primary school. It was there that he saw the way normal families were supposed to act. They were supposed to love all their children and treat them the same, which was definitely not the case with the Dursleys. But he could never bring himself to tell anyone about his situation. At his primary school the teachers would have never believed him because they thought him a liar. Once he got to Hogwarts it just didn't seem as important as he had finally gotten away from the Dursleys. He supposed he was also a bit embarrassed. The wizarding world thought of him as their hero. What would they do if they knew their hero had grown up in a cupboard under the stairs?

Miss Potts looked sad before forcing a smile. "Well, I'm sure you and Tony will get along quite well. You'll like him. You look just like him you know. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that they were telling the truth. I knew you were his son. You have the same hair and the shapes of your faces are similar."

"Really?" Harry couldn't help but enthuse. Despite the situation he was still very excited at the prospect of having a living, breathing father.

"You bet," Miss Potts agreed with an even brighter smile. "I'm going to bring you up to the penthouse, Harry, and get you settled, okay? Then I have to go finish the paperwork with the Dursleys. Tony's… out but I've called him and he should be here any moment so you won't be alone too long all right?"

"Okay," Harry agreed.

She smiled and said thanks to Dr. Cunningham. Harry did as well. He was about to try dragging his trunk from the lab but Miss Potts assured him she'd send someone else to bring it up for him. For now he just carried Hedwig's cage.

"That's a very nice owl you have. I don't think I've ever seen anyone with a pet owl before," Miss Potts commented as they road up the lift.

"Her name is Hedwig. She's a snowy owl and she's very intelligent," Harry gushed. She had been his first real present and friend, and Harry loved her. Hedwig puffed up at the praise.

Miss Potts smiled at him. There was silence for a little bit and there was an important question that Harry desperately wanted to ask. But he was nervous about the answer. But he was a Gryffindor after all and his whole house was about courage and bravery.

"Did you talk to him?" Harry asked before he could lose his nerve.

"Did I talk to who? You mean did I talk to Tony?" Harry nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Did you tell him about me?" Harry stroked Hedwig and avoided Miss Potts's eyes.

"I did," she said gently. "Are you worried that Tony won't want you?"

Harry nodded, unable to meet her gaze.

"You have nothing to worry about. I won't lie. I don't think being a father was ever a part of Tony's plan for his life but I know he would never send away any child of his. Tony isn't always the best at expressing his emotions so it may take some time for him to warm up to you but don't you ever worry about not being wanted, okay?"

Harry just nodded.

"Hey, look at me." Harry reluctantly lifted his gaze to look at her.

Her eyes were warm and caring as she looked down at Harry. "Everything is going to be just fine. I promise. You are more than welcome here. You won't ever be unwelcome. This is your home now and I want you to feel accepted in it. If you ever don't feel that way you can come and talk to me all right?"

"Thank you," Harry murmured shyly feeling a rush of warmth towards Miss Potts.

"You're welcome, and I mean every word," she said sternly.

Harry smiled once again reminded of Professor McGonagall.

"Here we are," she said blithely as they got off the lift.

Harry could only gape in wonder at the massive room he found himself in. It was beautiful and the large glass windows gave a spectacular view of the city.

"Wow!" Harry breathed in amazement. "Is this where Mr. Stark lives?"

"This is one of his homes. He just recently finished building Stark Tower actually. He moved in just a few weeks ago. It has all of the modern conveniences. In fact the things you'll see in here are one of kind since Tony personally built them all himself," Miss Potts explained.

Harry took a tentative step into the room. It was hard to believe that his dad owned this and that this was only one of his houses! Harry was more than certain now that Tony Stark was richer than the Malfoys if he could afford all of this. Not to mention that he must be interested in engineering like Harry if he had built a lot of the technology himself. He wondered how Draco would feel knowing that there was a muggle who was richer than his snotty family.

"Greetings Master Harry," a male voice from the ceiling suddenly called.

Harry jumped and looked all around for the voice.

"Who said that?" Harry asked in wonder.

"That would be Jarvis, Tony's computerized butler. He's a system that is built into the building and he controls the tower. He keeps track of things and helps me to make sure that everything in Tony's life runs smoothly," Miss Potts explained carefully.

"I am looking forward to getting to know you, Master Harry. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask me," Jarvis said.

"So he's an AI," said Harry having some knowledge about such things. "It's really impressive that Mr. Stark was able to build one into a building. I've never heard of anyone being able to do that before. I thought that technology like that was years away."

"Well, Tony's quite good at making the impossible, possible. And you seem to know what you're talking about. Do like you engineering?" she asked.

"Yeah, I love learning about how different parts of machines work. I've always wanted to try and build my own robot but the Dursleys would never even let me near anything like that," Harry replied sadly.

"I'm sure Tony would love to show some of the things in his workshop. Although, you would have to be very careful, the equipment and tools can be very dangerous," Miss Potts told him.

"What does Tony do?" Harry asked curiously. Tony Stark was obviously very wealthy and probably very well known as well if even the Dursleys could track him down. But Harry hadn't been allowed to watch the tellie and for the past year he'd been away at a magical school very cut off from the goings on of the muggle world. He wasn't up to date on muggle news at all. In fact he didn't think he'd ever watched the news before or read a muggle newspaper.

"You don't know?" Miss Potts questioned, surprised by his lack of knowledge.

"I don't know anything about him," Harry replied with a shrug.

Miss Potts gave a short, amused laugh muttering something along the lines of 'he's going to love that' before saying in a clearer voice: "Stark Industries was created by Tony's father, Howard, who was a gifted inventor. It was originally a weapons company but recently Tony's turned the company around, and has been working to make it the only name in clean energy along with various other pursuits. He has a few other… hobbies but I'll let him tell you about them. Now, I really have to go back to take care of the paperwork in regards to your custody. Make yourself at home Harry there's food in the fridge if you're hungry, and I'll just turn the TV on for you. Jarvis will change the channel for you if want to watch something else or if you need anything else just let him know. Tony should be here any minute."

"Thank you, Miss Potts," Harry said smiling at her.

"Call me Pepper, I spend a lot of time with Tony so the two of us will be seeing quite a bit of one another." She gave him one last smile and then got back in the lift to head back to meet up with the Dursleys to get everything squared away. Pretty soon he would be done with the Dursleys and he would never have to see them again. It was definitely a relief. Pepper's assurances had helped to relax him a bit too in regards to finally meeting his new father.

Harry stared in stunned awe as he gazed around the room. He was rooted to the spot and felt very out of place in such a beautiful and obviously expensive room. Hedwig jolted him from his reverie with a loud indignant hoot. She was no doubt stir crazy from the long amount of time she had spent in her cage. Harry was a little hesitant about opening the cage. What if Mr. Stark didn't like having her around just like the Dursleys? His things were much more expensive looking than the Dursleys were and he might get angry if Hedwig decided to perch on them. Hedwig hooted again and he decided that it really wasn't fair to her to keep her cooped her up for so long no matter the consequences to himself. So he opened her cage. She shot from the cage. She made several loops around the high vaulted ceiling before settling herself on one of the ledges. Harry tentatively made his way to the couch. It was leather and looked very expensive. It made Harry nervous about attempting to sit on it.

The rug looked comfortable so he decided that kneeling on it was probably a better option. He lowered himself onto the rug to watch the television but his gaze traveled to look out the window. There was a large balcony outside that overlooked the city. Harry was almost giddy as he stood back up to go and walk out on it. Hedwig joined him swooping down to perch on his shoulder. He was thankful for her constant presence, at least he had her as some source of familiarity in this strange new environment. The glass doors opened automatically for him and he walked out onto the stone walkway. The railings were made of glass as well and standing next to them gave Harry the sensation that he was about to fall. There was another balcony underneath this one that was a little wider but he still had a good view of the street. He couldn't quite believe just how tall the building actually was. He grinned as he looked out over the city with the wind ruffling his hair. If he closed his eyes he could almost imagine that he was flying. For the first time since coming to the States he felt content.

A strange whirring sound pulled him from his thoughts. He opened his eyes to see something hurtling towards the tower. It was too small to be a plane or a helicopter and it was vaguely shaped like a person. The red and gold colors of the object stood out to Harry. As it got closer to the tower Harry realized it was in fact shaped like a man. Some type of robot maybe? His eyes widened when he realized that whatever it was, it was slowing down and it looked like it was going to land on the strange circular ledge off to the side of the building. Harry watched in amazement as the walkway opened up and all these different mechanical devices were revealed. They worked together to start dismantling the robot as it walked down the pathway towards the penthouse. As more of the pieces were pulled from it, it became apparent to Harry that it wasn't a robot at all but a man wearing a suit of metal.

Harry gaped in astonishment and quickly rushed back inside to meet the man, wondering who he was and wanting to know more about how he managed to make a suit of armor that could fly. Hedwig squawked unhappily as she was displaced from his shoulder but followed him back inside the penthouse. Once inside Harry was confronted with a man of average height and build with messy dark brown hair and artfully styled facial hair. He had intelligent brown eyes, which were looking Harry over as intently as Harry was looking him over. There was something familiar about the man but Harry couldn't quite place it. He moved towards him cautiously suddenly forgetting all about the questions he'd wanted to ask about the metal suit.

"Hey," the man finally greeted.

"Hullo," Harry murmured back unable to take his eyes from the man.

"Nice accent," the man commented.

"Thanks?" Harry replied in confusion.

"Tony Stark," the man said offering Harry his hand. He wore an unidentifiable expression as he gazed at Harry.

Harry's eyes widened in shock and his mouth dropped open. This was Tony Stark? But that meant that this man was Harry's dad. He now knew why he looked so familiar. It was because Harry saw similar features in the mirror every morning. Seeing Tony Stark for the first time made him realize that he really looked nothing like James Potter, albeit superficially. When comparing him to Tony Stark, however, the resemblance couldn't be denied.

"Harry, Harry Potter," replied Harry, slowly reaching out to shake the man's hand. He searched Mr. Stark's face for some sign to see if he was happy about Harry being here or not but the man's expressions were inscrutable.

"Right, do you like Chinese food? I like Chinese food. Jarvis order us some Chinese food. I'm starving," Tony said.

"Right away, sir," Jarvis responded.

There was another long pause. Harry stood awkwardly staring at his scuffed trainers glancing up at Mr. Stark through his bangs. Tony kept looking around the room as he rocked on his heels but his eyes kept eventually returning to look at Harry. He looked to be at a loss and didn't seem to know what to do. It made Harry feel a little better that he seemed to be as confused about this entire situation as he was. At the very least he didn't seem like he was hostile even if he wasn't being overly affectionate. Honestly, Harry probably wouldn't have known what to do with someone like that. He was never used to hugs or a lot of praise due to his life at the Dursleys.

"So I guess we should find you a place to sleep. We definitely have enough rooms around here. Come on I'll show you," he said moving towards a door along the same wall as the lift. Harry hadn't even noticed it when he'd first entered the room, too enamored by the large glass windows and other gadgets in the room.

Harry followed along obediently. Hedwig swooped down to perch once more on Harry's shoulder.

"Whoa, where'd you get a tame owl?" asked Mr. Stark startling a bit when he noticed her.

"She was a gift. Her name is Hedwig. She's very intelligent," Harry informed him stroking her feathers. Hedwig puffed up at the praise and then proceeded to preen Harry's hair in affection.

"Very interesting gift choice," Tony murmured, still staring at Hedwig.

"Do you want to pet her?" Harry offered.

Tony looked thoughtful for a moment then shrugged, "Sure, why not?"

He reached out to stroke Hedwig's feathers. She watched him closely in suspicion and Harry crossed his fingers, hoping that she wouldn't bite him. Luckily she didn't and allowed him to give her a couple of quick pats.

"Very nice owl," Mr. Stark commented off handedly causing Hedwig to puff up again.

"She likes you, she normally bites anyone else who pets her," Harry told him.

"Now you tell me that she bites? What? Were you hoping she'd bite my fingers off?" Mr. Stark gasped in mock outrage.

"Well, she didn't," Harry said with grin at his over exaggerated expression.

"Good thing too or I'd have had her stuffed." Hedwig hooted in indignation and Harry hoped that he was joking. "And then I'd have had to build myself some new robotic fingers, which actually might not be a bad idea… You know in the event I ever lost a limb. It'd be good to have a backup…" He noted Harry's shocked expression. "Let's go find you a spare room shall we, kid?"

He led Harry to the door. There was a keypad, which Mr. Stark quickly typed the password into before the door clicked open and they entered a corridor. Like the room he had first entered it was made of the same dark gray stone and it was almost familiar in the way that it reminded him of Hogwarts's stone interior. Thinking of Hogwarts made him think of Dumbledore. What would the Headmaster do once he realized that Harry wasn't at the Dursleys anymore? He said that he had needed to stay with the Dursleys for the protection of being with his mum's blood relatives. The Dursleys had been the ones to give him up though. Whatever reasons they had decided to take Harry in, in the first place didn't seem as important to them now as getting rid of Harry or getting money from Tony Stark. It didn't seem like there was anything that the Headmaster could do to change their minds. Harry felt a moment of worry that he might be putting his new father in danger but then he remembered the suit of metal he had been wearing. He seemed like a man who could take care of himself.

Mr. Stark showed Harry several of the rooms. He showed him his own master bedroom but mentioned that he rarely slept there because of long nights in his workshop so if he really wanted he could have the room. Harry was surprised by the generous offer but declined it nonetheless. He was used to small spaces. Even at Hogwarts he'd shared a dorm room with four other boys so he really didn't need Tony's huge bedroom.

In the end Harry chose the bedroom across from Mr. Stark's own. It was already completely furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, wardrobe, and dresser. Mr. Stark said that he'd call an interior designer so that Harry could decorate the room in any way that he wanted.

"You don't have to do that, sir." Harry told him feeling awkward that Mr. Stark would spend money to decorate the room when it already had nicer furniture and looked more put together than anything he had at the Dursleys. He also had his own private bathroom with a huge tub and a separate waterfall shower. It was more than Harry had ever dreamed of.

"It's not a problem. Besides what kind of father would I be if I just gave you some old, boring guest room? You should personalize it, make it your own. Also don't call me sir. Sir was my father. You can call me Tony. Okay kid?"

"Okay," Harry agreed readily. "Thank you, Tony."

"No need to thank me. The way I see it, I have what ten? Eleven years worth of gifts to make up for. When's your birthday by the way?"

"The 31st of July 2000," Harry replied promptly.

"Right, and you'll be how old then?"

"I'll be twelve," said Harry.

"I can't believe it's been almost thirteen years since I met Lily," whispered Tony looking a bit dazed.

"You remember my mum?" Harry asked excitedly.

Tony hadn't even mentioned anything about his mum and with his confusion over Harry's age he'd begun to fear the man didn't even remember her.

"I do. She was gorgeous, witty and she could do this thing with her…" he trailed off as he realized just who it was he was talking to. "You really probably don't need to know about that part."

"Aunt Petunia said you met in a bar," Harry persisted.

"We did. I was in London for a business trip and I was tired so I decided to avoid the press by going to this dive bar. And that's where I met Lily. She seemed out of place in a dump like that and it immediately drew me to her. I wanted to see just what her story was. We ended up talking for a while and I really enjoyed the conversation. She could keep up with me, which was kind of rare. She honestly didn't know who I was and that made things more interesting. I didn't have to worry about an ulterior motive with her. We decided to meet again.

"We met every day for the next two weeks that I was in London and on the last one she came back to my hotel room with me. She confessed to being married and well back then my moral compass wasn't all too strong so it didn't bother me that much. So we uhhh well," he glanced at Harry's eager expression, cleared his throat uncomfortably and continued. "We uhh… made you and then said our goodbyes. I never saw her again although I was tempted. She really was a really interesting woman, very mysterious and sexy as… um she was very pretty and nice I mean. But, well, anyway that is how I met your mother," Tony finished lamely.

Harry was quiet for several moments. So it had all been true. His mum had had an affair that had led to him. He didn't know how he felt about that. Well, on the one hand he was grateful because if they hadn't he wouldn't exist. But they had both known what they had been doing was wrong but they did it anyway. Some of his worry must have shown up on his face because Tony spoke up again.

"I know it's hard to understand kid. But I think maybe you'll understand better when you're older that adult relationships can be a bit tricky. Sometimes you can have feelings for more than one person at time. Of course you shouldn't act on them when you're with someone else but that's not always what happens. People make mistakes. It's in our nature and all that. But oh hell, I'm really the last person you should probably be listening to about this stuff. I'm terrible with relationships. Pepper would definitely be better at this. Hell, Jarvis would be better and he's not even a real person," Tony said, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay," said Harry feeling just as uncomfortable with the situation.

"I did really care about Lily, though, and it's more than I can say for a lot of the women I've… dated. Actually, I was crazy about her and she seemed to really like me too. We just didn't go about it in the right way. If it's any consolation I don't think she meant for it to happen at the time. But sometimes people don't always think rationally. But live and learn and all that jazz."

"I guess I just don't like that mum lied to everyone about me. It wasn't very fair," replied Harry softly.

It was nice to know that his parents had cared about one another but it was hard hearing that his mum and dad hadn't cared about who they hurt with their relationship. It also hurt that his mum had kept the truth from everyone, even Tony. Maybe if she had come clean earlier then maybe he wouldn't have had to grow up with the Dursleys.

"Yeah, it's a tough situation and I'm sorry that we put you in it. But whatever we did it isn't your fault. You're completely blame free. And I am happy to have you here," Tony told him.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"You bet. I've always wanted a Mini Me of I course I was planning on building one but you work out fine too," said Tony.

"Mini Me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"No. Oh well, maybe that's a movie a little bit out your age range. What do kids your age do exactly?"

Harry shrugged. He had no clue what normal kids his age did since he'd never really been one.

"Master Stark, the food you ordered has arrived," Jarvis suddenly chimed in.

"Great, I'm starving. Let's eat," Tony enthused heading back towards the living room.

Harry dutifully followed. He was feeling a little bit better about the situation. He was more comfortable in Tony's presence. At the very least he was reassured that his father actually wanted him around. It was a disappointment that both his parents had knowingly committed adultery but like Tony said it wasn't really his fault and he figured in the end it didn't change the way that his mum had loved him. The same could be said about Tony's feelings towards him. It was nice to have a father who cared after all.

Everything in the Harry Potter universe has been moved up 20 years to better fit in with the timeline of the Avengers, which for this story is occurring in the summer of 2012. The only thing that hasn't changed is Voldemort's and Dumbledore's timelines. They are both just 20 years older than they are in canon. Thanks to everyone for the reviews, favorites and follows!