A/N: I know I said I'd update this weekend, so I'm sorry I'm a little late... but it's because I decided to completely rewrite the second half of this chapter. Thanks to all of you for sticking with me through this all, I've reached over 700 followers! I never saw that coming! Please let me know what you think :)
Papa and I spend the day doing various activities. He's trying to keep me distracted, but it doesn't work out very well because I can't help but worry about Daddy and Uncle Tony. We watch a movie for a while, before eating some lunch, though my body is all thrown off by the time changes that have happened today. Even though I have been awake for what feels like is the entire day, it's still fairly early in California. After eating, we go outside and down the street to Uncle Tony's private beach.
I have a lot of fun jumping in the waves and building sand castles with Papa. Though Papa keeps slathering sun screen on me at every chance he can get. After that Papa gives me a quick bath before putting me into some pajamas and going into the kitchen to cook something for dinner. It's while Papa is cooking dinner that his phone goes off, I grab it, and seeing Uncle Tony's picture, I answer it.
"Uncle Tony!" I say as way of greeting.
"Hey kiddo, how are you and your papa? Are you guys ok?"
"Yeah! When are you and Daddy coming home? Papa and I spent the day at the beach and he's making dinner now-"
"Listen kiddo, I don't have much time. But I want you to know that I am so sorry that I ever got you involved in this whole mess with Loki. It's my fault you were ever kidnapped in the first place and I am going to always have that on my shoulders. I hope that someday you'll forgive me. I love you kiddo, more than you will ever know and I want you to promise me that you will be good for your dads, alright?"
"What?! Uncle Tony? What's going on?" I pause, but I don't hear any response, before the line goes dead. "UNCLE TONY!" I yell before I feel like all the air is being squeezed out of me and the room around me dissolves away.
I fall to my knees as soon as my feet hit the ground again, scraping up my palms but I don't spend much time on the ground before I am up and frantically looking around. I realize I am somewhere in New York City but the city looks way different than before. The streets are torn up and a lot of the building seem to be broken and falling.
"Harry? Harry!" I hear someone behind me yell, but before I can turn to see who it is, I spot something red and gold quickly falling from the sky. It's getting faster as it falls but I'd recognize Uncle Tony's suit anywhere.
I jump up from my crouched position and start running towards Uncle Tony as fast as I can, dodging around the people standing in the streets watching him fall, and observing the destruction. I can see other people running towards Uncle Tony as well and I notice Thor heading that way too.
"ARESSTO MOMENTUM!" Someone behind me bellows and a bright light shoots over my head before hitting Uncle Tony whose fall immediately starts to slow down.
I pick up my pace running as fast as I can to get to Uncle Tony to see if he's ok. As I get closer I watch Dr. Banner, as Hulk, jump up and catch Uncle Tony, stopping him from hitting the pavement. He lays him on the ground and I see Thor and Captain America rush over to him as well, but Uncle Tony's not moving.
"Uncle Tony!" I yell as I get close, pushing by Captain America to get close to my uncle. I try to grab and remove his face plate so I can see him but I am not strong enough so Thor leans down to do it for me. "Uncle Tony wake up! You've gotta wake up now, you're ok everything's ok. You're not allowed to die!" I say starting to cry when he doesn't respond.
"Come on Harry, let's go find your dad," Clint says grabbing me and pulling me away from Uncle Tony.
"No! I want to stay here! Uncle Tony's going to wake up, he has to!"
"Any idea where Sirius may be?" I hear Captain America ask, but I wretch myself from Clint's grasp and hustle back over to Uncle Tony.
I reach up to touch his face and realize that he is really cold. Too cold. I can't stop the sobs that start and I fall forward hugging as much of Uncle Tony as I can while resting my head on his chest. Clint tries again to pull me away, but I hang tight. I am too lost in my sadness to realize that there is a slight humming coming from Uncle Tony's suit.
"Tony?!" I hear Thor announce, and I prop myself up so I can look at Uncle Tony's face.
"Wazhappen?" he mutters cracking open an eye to glance around.
"You're alright!" I sob out before wrapping my arms around his neck and holding tight as he sits up.
"Hey kiddo, it's ok… I promise I'm alright now. Shush now, just relax," he murmurs into my hair, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close, while I press my face into the shoulder of his suit. "Cap, hold him a sec will you?"
"What? Me? Why?" Captain America stutters out, turning red in the face.
"Just for a second. Please, I want to take off the suit. I think he'd calm down better if he wasn't snuggling himself up to a chunk of metal," the Captain nods his head before reaching down to pick me up. He holds me in his arms a bit awkwardly at first before adjusting his hold so he can pat me on the back while we watch Tony disassemble his suit.
As soon as Uncle Tony is out of his suit, I reach out towards him and he wastes no time in grabbing me and holding me close. He murmurs more words of comfort to me while holding me and even sways a little bit. I soon start to calm down, though I am not about to let go of Uncle Tony any time soon.
"I thought you and RJ were in Malibu, Harry. How did you get out to New York?" he asks me.
"I think it was accidental magic Uncle Tony. I got really panicky when you called and the next thing I knew I was here!" I explain to him.
"Well, we should probably try to find Sirius then, and I'll try calling Remus," he says leading our small group back towards Stark Tower. We don't get too far before we run into a group of wizards, probably the ones that helped slow Uncle Tony's fall, and they said word to Uncle Tony for us.
We get to Stark Tower to find Daddy and Papa both waiting for us out front. As soon as they see us, they rush to meet us and Daddy tries to pull me from Uncle Tony's arms, but I am not having it.
"What happened? Are you two alright?" he asks when I won't let go.
"Harry's fine. I had a bit of a close call. I think he just needs a bit more time to ensure to himself that I am alright. How about you two? Everything alright?"
"Yeah, besides having a small heart attack when this one disappeared out of the living room," Papa says indicating me, and patting me lightly on the back.
"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I am starved. How wants to get some food and then head back to Malibu? We did the fighting someone else can do clean up," Uncle Tony says before walking away, leaving a shocked group behind.
We find a small diner to eat ate, and Uncle Tony lets me sit on his lap the whole time. The other Avengers come and eat with us, and about half way through our meal Director Fury and Agent Coulson show up. Director Fury wants to talk about everything that happened, but Uncle Tony refuses to.
"Stark, if you just stopped by and debriefed us then we could let you and your family leave," he says trying to convince Uncle Tony.
"I am going to finish my meal, and then apparate back with RJ and his husband before getting some sleep and repairing my suit. Any information I have you can get from the rest of the team and it can wait until tomorrow," he says sending them both a fierce look.
I can tell Director Fury is not too happy about this outcome, but Agent Coulson drags him away before anything can be done about it. As soon as dinner is over, Papa and Daddy lead us all out to some back alley that we can apparate from. I let Daddy take me from Uncle Tony's arms, though I make sure they all know that I am not happy about it.
We get back to Malibu, and Uncle Tony is quick to excuse himself for bed. He does take me back from Daddy for a quick cuddle and kiss goodnight though, so I don't complain too much about it.
"Well then, how about we get you into a quick bath and then we all head to bed as well? It has been more than a long day, especially for you Harry, you've been up a long time," Daddy says heading to our floor and then to the bathroom, but Papa intercepts us. He sends Daddy to go shower and get ready for bed himself while Papa takes care of me.
As soon as I am dressed into some new, clean pajamas and not the ones from before (they got more than a little dirty while I was running through New York looking for Uncle Tony) Papa carries me into his room and lays me in bed with Daddy while he gets cleaned up himself. I soon drift off to sleep, with Patches in my arms and safe between my two dads.
I wake up sometime in the night, from a bad dream about Uncle Tony being hurt and not coming back with us from New York. I sit up frantically and start to climb my way over Papa to go check on Uncle Tony when Papa wakes up and grabs me before my feet get over the side of the bed.
"What's wrong pup?" he asks me rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I gotta go see Uncle Tony!" I say to him trying to wriggle my way out of his arms.
"Hush now, you just had a bad dream. Uncle Tony is fine, he's sleeping just like you should be," he explains to me, cuddling me close to try and calm me.
When it becomes clear that I am not about to calm down, he picks me up and carries me to Uncle Tony's room. We make sure to stay quiet, and as soon as I know that he is ok, I let Papa carry me back to bed.
6 months later
It's a Saturday morning, the morning that we get the news that Papa and Daddy had been waiting all this time for. I remember it being a Saturday because I was home, and not getting ready for school. Dr. Banner had just moved into the Malibu house with us, and Daddy and Papa had started to look at a new house for the three of us to move into. Papa thought we were holding Uncle Tony back.
I am in the kitchen helping Daddy make blueberry pancakes for Papa, Uncle Tony, Dr. Banner, Daddy and I while Uncle Tony sits behind us on the counter and Papa sits on a bar stool reading the paper.
A big white owl flies into the room and lands next to Papa on the counter. He strokes the bird lightly while untying the letter from the owl's leg. As soon as it is untied, she flies over to me, where she walks towards the counter edge and starts to nibble on my hair affectionately.
"Hey Hedwig," Daddy says to her stroking her back. "Have you come to stay with us?"
"Where's she from?" I ask him, giggling softly at the owl.
"Well she used to be your owl, back when we were in England. We left her with the Hagrid, the groundskeeper at Hogwarts to look after," he explains and I nod my head. I don't know much about my life in England, just that Papa and Daddy agreed to explain it all to me one day.
"Oh my! Merlin!" Papa mutters almost falling off of the bar stool when he tries to quickly jump up.
He rushes over to us before thrusting a newspaper into Daddy's hands, before turning and ripping open the letter that came as well. I glance at the paper as he reads it, the headline boldly exclaims: "Voldemort confirmed dead, Dumbledore guarantees no return possible."
"Do you think it's true?" Daddy asked turning towards Papa.
"It came with a letter from Albus himself, see for yourself," he says handing over the piece of parchment. But Daddy, now aware of me makes sure to move so I couldn't read it as well.
"Well it's about damn time."