Since today is my eighteenth birthday, I decided to write a birthday one shot for Harry, it's a little sad though, sorry for the short chapter : )

Chapter Eight: Birthday

-Eleven Years Old-

When Harry woke up on the morning on July 31st, he realize one thing and one thing only. It was his birthday, he was no longer ten years old. He was eleven.

He immediately pushed away the covers, he couldn't believe that he was entering fifth grade this fall. He was excited, but a little nervous, the school that he was enrolled in was very competitive and Harry felt like he didn't belong there and he would get quickly bored when it came to studying.

"How much longer are we going to keep it a secret Tony?" Harry heard his mother ask. "Dumbledore, told us six years ago. He would highly expect that we tell him by now."

"Don't you think I know that?" Tony snapped back. "I have been thinking and thinking about how we are going to tell him, but nothing seems right. And we can't tell him on the kid's own birthday for heaven sakes, Pepper it will ruined his birthday."

Pepper sighed. "Ok, we'll tell him after. But not a minute more. We have less than a month before he needs to leave."

"But I don't want him to go, how about we hide him? Send him to boarding school for a little while?"

"Tony, we can't hide Harry's origins and family lines from him." Pepper insisted.

"But he doesn't have to go to Hogwarts right? Molly told us at some point that there are plenty of American magic schools here."

"Yes, but Dumbledore says he'd preferred it if Harry went to Hogwarts, and you know what preferred usually means." Pepper paused. "Besides I think it will be better for Harry, to see the country that's he from, to learn more about his past, and to go to the same school that his parents were."

"We are his parents!" he nearly screamed.

"I know, honey, I meant his birth parents."

"Tonight. We tell him."

Harry immediately ran back to his room when he heard his parents stand up. He closed the door behind him and he felt his heart beating inside his chest. What were they going to tell him? What had they've known since Harry was six? And who the heck was Dumbledore?

"No, Loki you need to flip them over," Steve sighed as he tried to hopelessly teach Loki the art of making pancakes. A truly difficult task it seemed for the God. "Ok, now turn the spatula gently, don't break the pancake in half."

"Whose bright idea was it to get Steve to each him how to cook?" Natasha snorted as she watched in amusement.

"Oh, it wasn't Steve's idea." Clint ate a piece of a bagel. "It was basically hinted at by Thor saying that his brother should be learning Migardian customs since he has been visiting for almost a decade." he rolled his eyes. "And since Steve is naturally a goody goody, well you can guess how that turned out."

"Besides Steve is the only one that actually knows how to cook." Bruce mused. "The rest of us can barely order take out."

"Loki, stop stabbing the batter with the spatula."

"I'm trying." Loki fumed. "The damn batter is stuck to the. . .spatula." He flipped the uncooked pancake with a little too much strength and the uncooked pancake ended up flying and falling on Thor's face as he was walking past.

Thor yelped as he removed the pancake. "Brother, be more careful!"

Loki shrugged innocently. "Well, then don't stand in the way."

"Oh, guys," Bruce closed down his newspaper. "Harry's coming, everyone in position."

Harry forced a smile as his aunts and uncles and parents sang "Happy Birthday" to him, but his smile began to wobble. He was desperate to ask his parents what he had to do with their conversation.

"Blow out your candles, honey," Pepper said as she and Tony placed a stack of pancakes in front of him with whipped cream and eleven candles.

Harry did as he was told.

Tony recognize the unusual look in Harry's eyes and said to everyone else. "Uh, guys can you give me and Pepper some time alone with Harry? We need to talk."

The Avengers looked confused, but stepped out of the room.

"Ok, sport what's up?" Tony asked in his no nonsense voice as he pulled out a chair. "What's got you so upset?"

"What is it, you don't want to go to Coney Island this afternoon?" Pepper asked. "We can go someplace else if you'd like."

Harry shook his head. "No, I want you to tell me what you were going to tell me after my birthday."

Pepper and Tony looked confused.

"About some guy named Dumbledore and my origins and whatever you said," his voice broke in the middle. "What are you hiding from me dad, mom?"

"We are not hiding anything. . ."

Pepper put a reassuring hand on Tony's knee and she nodded. "It's time, he needs to know."

Tony sighed as he and Pepper quickly told him about Dumbledore, Harry's relatives and past, Hogwarts, and the most important fact of all, he was adopted.

"I'm adopted?" Harry chocked out once his parents finished. His ears seemed to be ringing and he could feel his heartbeat rise. "How?"

"Dumbledore left you when you were barely one year old, on our doorstep," Pepper whispered as she pushed back his dark hair. "When your parents died, you had some relatives on your mother's side, but they couldn't take you in. He thought it would be best if you grew up with people that knew what it was like to be different."

"Why didn't you tell me?" he accused. "Why did you wait to tell me that I'm adopted and that I'm a wizard and is expected to go to some strange school in England."

"We didn't tell you because we didn't know how, Harry." Tony sighed. "We didn't deem to tell you that you were adopted since you were barely a baby when that happened, there was no point and then you got roped into this whole magic mess-"

"That's still no excuse," he said bitterly. "And does everyone know Uncle Clint, Aunt Natasha, Uncle Loki, Uncle Thor, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bruce?"

They slowly nodded.

Angry tears poured down Harry's face it was one thing to be lied to by his parents, but by his whole family and how could they have kept such a big secret from him hidden?

"I hate you." he mumbled as he raced back to his room. He heard his "parents" calling for him, but he didn't stop.

He locked his room and crouched down on the floor. He glared at the picture of the Avengers and him that had been taken when he was six. He threw the photo against the wall.

They weren't his "family."

They were liars.

His whole life had been a lie.

This was his worst birthday ever.

-End of Chapter Eight-