AN: Chapter 3! The next chapter will take a while to be posted because my brain is making me write later scenes and not the scenes that come right after this, sorry. But good news! I now have an idea of all the freaky things that happened to make this possible and how some people are on the know and how much that information is actually worth in a world that hates mutants and isn't so sure of their heroes.

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They landed back at Northolt within twenty minutes and Tony managed to get Harry asleep through the noise of the rotors and through Tony's inexperienced handling and occasional leg bouncing. Harry had his left thumb in his mouth and his right arm around Tony's neck clutching at the hair curling on the older man's nape. If tony so much as moved the wrong way Harry would tug on the hair and make displeased noises.

The landing was made without much fanfare and they made it inside to be met with the people in charge. They kept asking questions about what exactly had happened and in the end nothing much was accomplished.

Tony was sent to the medic bay to make sure that Harry hadn't suffered due to the cold and because when one of the airmen had tried to take him away from Tony he had taken a good fistful of hair and the shrieking and crying was bad enough to startle the airman into nearly dropping the kid.

The medical bay was standard issue with cots set up for the injured, not necessarily state of the art since any bad enough injuries would be dealt with at a hospital. The doctor was an old man name Henry Todd that kept giving Tony funny looks with his shaggy eyebrows bouncing every once in a while whenever Harry tried to move away from the stethoscope.

"First time that anyone's ever brought a child to be seen by me," the doctor commented as Harry grabbed the stethoscope and promptly put it in his mouth. "Has he shown any signs of discomfort since you found him, Mr. Stark? Asked for his parents, perhaps? Said anything other than his name?"

Tony untangled the stethoscope while the older man talked and handed it back without much fuss. "He babbles a lot but I think that's a baby thing, right? We figured that his name is Harry because of what he said but I don't talk baby so that could be entirely wrong. He likes repeating things and he sneezed a couple of times."

Dr. Todd nodded and lifted Harry's blue shirt to listen to his heart. Harry giggled but settled back against Tony's chest while the doctor did his business. He stretched out Harry's legs and watched for their reaction while making note of it absently. Dr. Todd's bushy eyebrows rose higher than they had in their visit when he rolled away to his desk to look for a scope to look at Harry's eyes and ears.

"He's a bit dehydrated and underfed but other than that he's in excellent condition. I'd say he's around seventeen to eighteen months old," Dr. Todd commented while trying to get a look at the ugly scar that Harry had on his forehead. "This scar concerns me. It's healed well enough but I'm concerned as to how he got it in the first place. It looks to have been carved there purposely and let to heal by itself. There's no sign of infection around it, which is a good thing, but there were no efforts to use medicinal aids to make it better either."

"You think his parents did this?" Tony asked as he wiggled his fingers for Harry to entertain himself with. The ugly elephant and the owl had been confiscated by one of the airmen to see if they could find any clue as to whom Harry's guardians were. So far there had been no clues and a missing person's search had been started to see if Harry had been pronounced missing or not.

"There's no way of knowing who did without finding his guardians and asking and even then there's no hope of getting an honest answer out of them," Dr. Todd said calmly. "There's still trying to figure out how anyone got into the abandoned part of Surrey without alerting anyone. For all that the place is abandoned there're always teenagers daring each other to spend the night in the place. It's become a right of passage of sorts to spend the night in one of the houses. Could be that a teen mother ran away from home and decided to sleep in one of the houses and left her child behind.

"Frankly at this point we have no idea who this little guy is or who his parents are. He has excellent motor skills for his expected age though his cognitive development is a bit worrying there's nothing to worry about. Has he shown any interest in finding where his mum or dad are? Has he asked for anyone in particular?"

"Nope. I can tell you that he knows his colors, though," Tony said with a small shrug. "It's mostly baby babble with the occasional understandable word thrown in."

"It's best to take him to the technicians so that they can do a face recognition and can tell us whether or not his parents filed a missing person's report or a kidnapping report," Dr. Todd said taking his latex gloves off. "It's just unnerving that a child was abandoned in a place like Surrey in this weather without anyone else knowing about it," he sighed and hoisted himself off the chair with some difficulty around his round belly. "Let's get you two to the technicians, then."

Rhodey met them in the room with the technicians with a small wave and a hello to Harry. They had already started with the face recognition and the missing person fliers to make sure to go through all the avenues to find Harry's missing parents (or quite possibly his neglectful parents). A technician stood from her seat by a computer and stepped forward just as Harry threw himself at Rhodey with a delighted squeal.

"Sir, does the child have any defining features? There have been no hits so far but we can narrow down the search if there's anything significant about the child," the technician said as she took a step forward and then back when Harry began to flail his arms around Rhodey with his excited squeals.

Tony frowned and looked around him towards Dr. Todd but the older heavyset man was nowhere in the room. He looked over to the happy Harry and the smiling Rhodey.

"He has a scar on his forehead," Tony said and pointed to Harry's fringe. "Wouldn't it be better to just take a photo of him and then look it up for like searches on the databases?"

The technician looked at Tony as if she thought he was missing a couple of bolts in his brain or that he was obviously too stupid to understand how a search was made in the database.

"He's kinda cute," Rhodey said with a grin as Harry blue raspberries at the air and giggled. "They've been doing the search to look for his parents but nothing's come up. You think you can help them out?"

"Turn him around and move his hair back so I can take a proper picture of him," Tony instructed as he took out his phone and pointed it at Rhodey and Harry. "I'll do a general search for him and that should give me everything that we need. If he's in the system to begin with."

Rhodey nodded and moved Harry around to face Tony. He made a delighted sound at Tony but squirmed about when Rhodey reached for his hair to move it back. He slapped at Rhodey's hand when Rhodey tried again again.

"No!"

"Just for a second," Tony wheedled as he moved his body and then the phone to make sure that Harry was still in the frame. "Just one tiny picture, Harry, and then you can go right back to drooling all over Rhodey. One tiny… picture. HA!"

"You get it?" Rhodey asked as he bounced Harry up and down to calm him from his ruffled hair. All the manhandling had left Harry's hair even messier than it had been before with little spikes sticking up from his fringe, letting the scar peek through but not show entirely. "Tony, you better have gotten it. I rather deal with you complaining about your stupid suit than calm down a toddler when his hair's been messed with."

Tony waved his phone to the screens that were doing the search for Harry and sent the information to them and turned back around to Rhodey with a raised brow of confusion. "Don't you have like five nephews? How old are they? Like five, six?"

"I have two nephews and they're thirteen and fifteen," Rhodey said with a roll of his eyes and slapped the back of Tony's head. "I wasn't around for the terrible twos so this is different for me. Christine said that Sean had tantrums all the time."

"Well, he doesn't seem so bad," Tony said, he gave a shrug directed at Harry and dodged a flailing arm. "He just doesn't like it when you touch his hair. Something everyone should keep in mind; I don't like it when anyone touches my hair, either."

Harry flailed his arms again towards Tony and stared at him hopefully. "Up, up, up. Boo, me up!"

"I think he wants you to hold him now," Rhodey said. Harry waved at Tony and grabbed for him eagerly. "Here you go, Tony."

As soon as Harry was in Tony's arm he held his usual position of one arm wrapped around Tony's neck with his tiny fingers tangled in the short hair. Harry smiled brightly at Tony, his little teeth visible in his delight, and settled his head on the older man's shoulder. Tony huffed and moved over to a rolling chair by one of the computers to see the progress of the recognition program. The technicians were looking at the faces flashing through the program and all the individuals that were dismissed completely.

"It's already gone through the missing person's," one of the technicians said and tried to type some new commands but the program was still going despite the typing. "I think it's hacking through everything."

"Just face recognition worldwide," Tony said. He was flipping through files on his phone awkwardly with Harry on one arm. "The kid's probably been in some type of camera somewhere at some time so his face will show up eventually, right?"

The technician looked skeptical but looked to the screens with the information they needed to make facial recognition possible. The program had been hacking through CCTV all over the UK and had found some people that looked a lot like Harry that it then deposited into another screen as it continued to circuit through more and more people through the program.

Tony scooted over to one of the computers and typed one handed to show the photos of the people caught in the recognition program to appear on the big screen in the room so that everyone could see it. The program was still working in the background, every couple of seconds depositing a new photo onto the computer that Tony was working on.

"This guy always shows up," Tony said as he enlarged more photos that the program was depositing. "It's always the same person as far as I can tell. There's no way that it's Harry, he's a man for one. Maybe that's his dad or uncle or something," he continued as he moved aside and let the technician type away at the computer to get more images up. "This guy is everywhere. Can this specific program pinpoint who he is or whether or a driver's license or something?"

"The program is getting images from CCTV from all over the UK and there are a lot of those," the female technician said as the program deposited more files into the computer. "This bloke probably travels a lot and that's why he's showing up all over the place. The program is looking through data that's at least ten years old. This could be anyone at this point."

"This guy has the same scar that Harry does, though," Tony enlarged one more image of the green eyed bespectacled man smiling, the wind had ruffled his hair back so that the same scar that was showing on Harry was showing on the man. "This guy could be his dad for all we know. Maybe it's like a weird initiation thing to cut a kid's forehead or something to have freaky scars like that. It's exactly the same one that Harry has except maybe this guy's scar is a lot older. Are there any cults that cut kids' foreheads open around here?"

The technician raised a brow at the question but moved to another computer to type another search parameter. "The lightning bolt isn't all that significant at all. There are some old writings that could make it mean 'sowilo' it's the sign of the sun in old Runes. According to this article it's for taking action and for confidence and for success," the technician paused and frowned as she continued through the search parameters again to get something more specific. "There's nothing here about branding anyone with the rune, though, so I don't know how it's going to be much help."

"I think the search parameters have to be changed again," Tony commented lightly and scooted over to the technician's earlier vacated computer terminal to type up new parameters to search. "Let's see if we can find anyone named Harry with this scar on his forehead in the system. If there's two people with it then it can't be a coincidence and there's probably more out there somewhere."

The technician nodded her head in approval and began to get rid of the previous results for the initial parameters. With the new parameters the program began to deposit new information into the abandoned screens. This time records began to appear along with the previous pictures.

"Harry James Potter," Tony read the birth certificate blown up in front of him. The Harry on his lap looked up at the name and smiled brightly at Tony. "There's no way that this is you. This guy is nearly thirty years old!"

Terrible twos are a horrible time for any parent or child. What wit the nos coming from the kids and the frustration from the parents... I hope Tony knows what he's doing being nosy and looking through those files. Please tell me what you think of the story so far and thank you very much for reading.