Arcane
A/N: Hey, how are ya?
Slight slip up on my part in the last chapter. They didn't get fire whiskey, it was normal, everyday, muggle whiskey. I'll correct my mistakes. Sorry 'bout that.
Chapter 4 – Fifteen!?
An hour after the last one, Tony and Bruce were still going back and forth and Harry was bored out of his mind. He needed something to do, desperately, but he didn't feel like looking like an idiot when he tried to follow and join in their conversation. He wondered how Tony was going to get home, and also what he himself was going to do after Tony left.
Here's an idea.
Harry took his wand out, Holly, and pointed it to one of Bruce's small tables, closed his eyes and concentrated. Tony and Bruce stopped talking and watched. Bruce was quite clearly confused while Tony looked on with a look of expectation. Bruce eventually couldn't help it. He had to ask.
"Okay, what exactly do you think you doing?" he asked.
"Shh," Tony quickly said. "Let the magician work."
Bruce rolled his eyes. "There's no such thing as magic. Surely you, of all people, should know that. It's all science."
"Are you sure about that?" Harry piped up. He gestured to the table. Bruce and Tony's jaws dropped. In place of the table, there was a new looking piano. It looked polished and like the type only the extremely rich could afford to buy.
"How the hell did you do that?!" Bruce half asked, half yelled.
"Magic, bitch," Harry replied, with a smirk on his face.
"Do you play?" Tony asked.
"Yup." Was Harry's reply, popping the p.
Harry got onto the chair nearest to the piano, and thought of which song to play. The transfiguration itself took him 6 months to master, but it was all worth it. He wrote quite a few pieces since, and the one he was about to play was one of them. They all had some sort of meaning behind them, Harry wasn't the type of person top just write a song just for just. They all had to mean something.
The one in particular that he decided to play was one he wrote after he got over what happened to Mr. Weasley at the Ministry, with the snake. He reacted badly to being able to see through the eyes of the snake, it got to him. He blamed himself for the whole mess, he really felt like he should have been able to stop it, somehow, some way.
Eventually Sirius and Hermione sat him down and set him straight. Sirius was the one that did most of the talking though. He told Harry all sorts of reason why it could not have been him, with occasional input from Hermione though. The one reason that he hammered in was," Surely you didn't transport to the Ministry, turn into a snake, attack Mr. Weasley, and transport back in a matter of minutes? If you did though, you gotta teach your mutt how to do the same thing. Might help him escape the Grimmauld Prison that he's being kept in."
Whenever Sirius said that, Harry burst out laughing, and his spirits would automatically be lifted. Hermione's message was short and simple, something she normally wouldn't go for. She knew Harry would not want two lectures in a row, he would interpret them wrongly. She just said this instead," It wasn't your fault Harry. If you still feel like it was, write a song about it." Harry did just that.
(This song is called Fearless Pt. II by Tule featuring Chris Linton. It's not mine, disclaimer here.)
Over the edge, feel like I am falling through the edge
The pain I felt is paid for, all is said and done
I feel restricted, fix the bomb the web
I need to kick the habit that my mind is breathing in...
Break all I've got to see
Spent all my life holding all off it closely
I'm playing innocent, a feel of discontent
I am finally facing it all, fearless
Burning the bridge that keeps us
I'm hearing, I'm feeling, feelings
Exaggerating, that's what you assume
The story is over and now I must come through
I am conflicted, watching where I step still
Hanging in the balance, not the life I want to live
I want to take it all, standing tall, fear the person you are
Break all I've got to see
Spent all my life holding all off it closely
I'm playing innocent, a feel of discontent
I am finally facing it all, fearless
When he was done, Bruce and Tony were awestruck. They had never heard anything so beautiful before in their lives, and for Tony, that was saying something. He'd heard just about all the best singers in the world, but none were quite as talented and as, for lack of a better term, good, as the young man that was sitting in front of him at that moment. So it was fitting that he was the one that broke the silence.
"Where the hell did you learn to sing like that?" he murmured.
"Taught myself." Harry replied, with a smile on his face. That was the first time he had sang in front of anyone else, and it felt good that the ones he did play in front of, liked what they heard.
"And how old are you?" Bruce tentatively asked.
Harry's smile grew, threatening to split his face. "Fifteen."
"Liar!" Both men exclaimed at the same time. Harry laughed.
"But how?" Bruce asked. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm just that good." At this, his smile became cocky.
"Don't feel yourself like that." Bruce warned.
"Am I wrong?"
Bruce had to concede that point.
Five seconds passed.
"Wait a minute."
"What?" Tony and Harry asked.
"First of all, Harry can do magic! Like actual, real life, "I'm not fucking with you" magic! Second he went drinking and fucked a woman, the Chief's daughter, no less, and he isn't even eighteen yet! Third, he sings better than Michael Jackson and Frank Sinatra combined! What the fuck, man. That's just not fair!"
Harry and Tony broke out laughing, clutching their sides and rolling on the floor.
"How are you even human? How can you shrug off a major hangover like that so quickly at your age? How do you sing like that?"
Harry looked up at the man. "Magic, bitch."
All three laughed again. This went on for twenty minutes. At some point they would stop, look at each other, and continue again. They stopped however, when Tusia walked in, with a man behind her.
The three friends looked over to the man. Bruce stood up immediately, but Tony and Harry stayed on the ground, looking confusedly at the three. The man cleared his throat, and the two took it as a sign that they should follow Bruce's lead. Tusia introduced them.
"Tony, Harry, this is my father, Mohammed Hamedi, the chief of the village. Father, these are the men I was talking to you about. Harry Potter and Tony Stark."
Mr. Hamedi raised his eyebrow. He had the aura of importance on him, and with his big frame and height of 6 foot 6, he clearly wasn't a man to be messed with. He had a fresh crew cut, medium sized, and a full goatee, both black. He had tanned skin, broad shoulders and a muscular build that could make bodybuilders cry. His outfit as well was nothing to sneeze at, but I won't go into detail in case the readers get jealous. He just screamed, "Touch me. I dare you!"
"Stark you say?" he asked skeptically.
Tony and Tusia nodded their heads.
"Where have you been then?"
Tony was about to explain, until Harry whispered something into his ear.
"Don't tell them about magic," he said. Tony nodded, then told his story. (I can't be bothered to narrate what happened in the first and second chapter. Don't be lazy like me, go back and read it again. )
The big man in front of them turned to Harry.
"You aren't any older than sixteen, correct?"
Harry nodded. Tusia widened her eyes. Harry smirked. Mr. Hamedi was oblivious to all this however.
"Then how did someone as young as you rescue someone like Tony Stark from terrorists that held him captive for weeks? Why were you there in the first place? You've got a distinct British accent on you."
Harry shrugged and said, "Nicely."
Tony and Bruce chuckled.
"Harry, can I talk to you for a second? Outside please?" Tusia tensely asked.
"Kay." They went out.
Mr. Hamedi turned his attention towards Tony. "I called someone at Stark industries to come pick you up. They should be here in about an hour."
"Thank you."
"Are you taking the kid with you?"
Tony nodded.
"What if he doesn't want to?"
"He probably will want to, I won't even lie."
"And you?" he asked, turning his attention to Bruce.
Before he could answer, they heard Harry laugh from outside.
"I don't know." He eventually responded.
"You could come with us." Tony interjected.
"Are you sure?" Bruce asked, not having told him about his mean green problem.
They heard Harry's laugh again.
"Yeah sure, why not?"
"Talk later." He said, while gesturing towards Hamedi.
Harry walked back in a moment later.
"Wassup?"
Tusia walked in a moment later, looking conflicted.
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With Harry and Tusia, moments before.
"Fifteen?" she asked, exasperated. She couldn't believe the situation she had gotten herself in.
"Calm down Toosh." She looked even worse at the use of the nickname. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"I didn't do anything wrong!?" she asked incredulously. "I took you out drinking and fucked you! Sure, you already have a long ass dick but you're only fifteen!"
Harry laughed out loud at this.
"I'm pretty sure I fucked you, and don't even worry about it. You weren't the first person to take me out to drink, neither did you deflower me. Those two awards go to the wonderful Nym Tonks."
Tusia sputtered. Harry laughed again.
"We could still go for another round if you want before I leave? Just tell me if you're up to it." He winked at her and walked back in. Tusia went back in soon after, not knowing what to do.
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"Wassup?" Harry asked when he walked in.
"Do you wanna live with me?" Tony asked, like he was discussing the weather. Harry paused. He was having flashbacks to when Sirius asked him the same question. The only difference was Sirius asked a little more carefully and unsurely than Tony did.
"Sure?" was his reply. Tony beamed while Hamedi looked relieved.
"I think I'll let you get ready to go." Hamedi said. He left then and there. Harry turned back to Tusia. She looked more sure of herself.
"Meet me in your room in ten minutes," she requested in a husky tone. Then she walked out, swinging her hips as she did. Harry smirked, Tony looked slightly proud and Bruce wolf whistled.
Tony turned to Bruce.
"Why can't you come with?" he asked him.
"Because when I get angry, I turn into a big mean green monster."
Tony's jaw dropped while Harry looked thoughtful.
"When you get angry, you say?" he asked.
Bruce rolled his eyes. "There's a magical way of fixing it, isn't there?"
"Maybe. I'd need time to think and experiment with different things, but for a temporary solution I think I could cast a cheering charm on you when you start turning."
Bruce beamed, while Tony smirked.
"Cast them on us." he said.
Bruce's head swiveled to Tony's direction.
"Are you sure? Since you aren't angry or sad if I cast it on you it will leave you in hysterics. You'll stay like that for like, thirty minutes, and I won't be around for that." He finished this statement with a smirk on his face.
Bruce shook his head, while Tony nodded his.
"Do it," he said.
"No don't d- bwahahahahahahahahaha!" It was too late. Harry left them like that, on the ground, clutching their stomachs and laughing. He was even going to try and fix it, he didn't have time. He had much more important things to do than that.
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