Once inside the apartment James lead Harry by the hand through it, giving him a tour.

"This is my room!" James exclaimed brightly as he, and Harry now stood in the middle of James' bedroom. "Oh, it's yours too!"

Harry blinked as he turned to look at his young cousin. "Mine too?" He repeated, watching as James bobbed his head up and down.

"Sorry James." Steve said from the doorway as he leaned against the frame. "Harry's getting his own room."

"I don't mind sharing." Harry told his uncle. "At Hogwarts, and in the dorm, I share a room with three of my friends." He explained. "And I only come back during the summers."

"What about Thanksgiving?" James asked as he now sat ontop of his bed, Indian Style as he hugged a stuffed animal. "And Christmas, and 4th of July?"

"Now that I'm living here, I can spend it here." Harry said.

"You still need your own room, Harry." Steve said. "We'll get you some furniture."

"I really hate to ask." Harry said. "But what about Hedwig? My owl? Where is she going to stay?"

"She can stay in the living room." Steve answered, like it was simple. "We'll get her a perch. And she can come and go as she pleases."

Harry smiled, but it was interupted by a jaw spilling yawn, which he tried to cover with his hand.

"Yeah, its time for all of us to go to bed." Steve finished his sentence as he turned to look at his son. "Bathroom." He ordered pointing at him. "Now."

Because he's now so tired to argue, James slid off his bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"We have you set up in the living room, Harry." Steve said. "At least just for the night. Until we get your room decerated." He explained. "The couch folds out to be a bed."

Harry nodded. "Uncle Steve?" He asked. "Um, Aunt Natasha said I should ask you for more info about the man with the metal arm. Can I ask, who is he?"

"I'll answer all your questions tomorrow." Steve said as he lead his nephew out of the bedroom and back into the main room, where Natasha stood by the already fold out bed, and Hedwig is perched on her arm.

"She's a beautiful owl, Harry." His aunt said with a smile.

Harry nodded. "Thank you." He watched as Hedwig went back to being perched on the back of the couch.

"We'll leave you alone now so you can sleep." Natasha said as she took Steve's arm and pulled him out.

And after saying goodnight, Harry walked over to his trunk and opened it to pull out his pj's, after changing he climbed onto the mattress and under the blanket. Pulling off his glasses he set them down on the little stand, next to a table top lamp.

Then he was out like a light as soon as his head hit the big fluffy pillow.

XxXx

The next day when Harry awoke, it took him a few minutes to wonder if yesturday was just a dream or if it was really real. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he turned and grabbed his glasses.

Putting them on, Harry looked around himself at the main room of the apartment. Not a dream, it's real. He even pinched himself to double check.

"Ow!" Nope, still here.

Pushing himself out of the makeshift bed, Harry ran to the deck and placed his hands on the railing as he looked around the American neighborhood.

Natasha walked up to stand next to him. "Enjoying yourself out here?" She asked with a small smile, and the 12-year-old jumped startled turning to her.

"I am." He turned to her. "When are you leaving for the shopping?"

"What do you mean me?" Natasha asked.

"I don't get to go on those kinds of trips." Harry explained. "Uncle Vernon says that I'm not worthy to mingle with the rest of the non freakish kind."

"Ok. Rule #1 for you Harry." His aunt said sternly. "Stop thinking like that, you don't have to go back to him anymore. So get rid of all those negitive thoughts out of your head."

Harry turned around and leaned back a little so his back is pressed against the railing and looked down. "That's why I consider Hogwarts my home, instead of the Dursley's. At Hogwarts, not only is it magical but people care for each other, they even care for me and respect me."

Natasha knelt down. "I promise you Harry, The Avengers are like you too. Freakish on the inside, but normal on the outside."

Harry looked up at her. "Really? You all look so normal."

"I think your Uncle Steve takes the cake when its comes down to it." Natasha smiled.

"How?"

"I was frozen for 70 years." Steve answered as he, and James stood in the doorway of the deck. Harry's head snapped up with wide eyes.

"Frozen?"

"My last mission." Steve explained. "I had to put an enemy named Hydra, his plain in the water, if I didn't a lot of people were going to die." He walked over to lounge chair and sat down to face his nephew.

"How did you survive?" Harry asked with awe.

"The Serum that I was given." Steve answered as James sat down in his lap. "It made me who I am. They wanted the little guy, I was the little guy."

"For what?" Harry asked confused.

"They wanted a Super Soilder." Steve answered again.

Harry nodded, not wanting to push to much. "What about the other Avengers?"

"How about we answer your questions later?" Natasha suggested. "We need to head out so you, Harry, can decorate your new room."

XxXxXx

Harry was excited as he got to choose what he wanted for his room, since for years he only got hand-me-downs and broken toys. He got a nice bedroom set, a bookshelf and some books. Then he was able to get a whole new wardrobe, he wasn't allowed a cell phone or computer cause Tony Stark would want to do that personally. His furnature world arrive the next day.

"James, your going to knock your soda off the table." Natasha warned. The four are now in the mall's food-court for lunch.

"I'm not going to spill." James said stumbernly, but his drink rocked a little when his hand bumped it when he reached for a frensh fry.

"James Steven." Steve said as he quickly reached forward and grabbed the soda just before it fell off the table. "That's what happened last time before you spilled your soda all over yourself." He set the plastic cup in the middle of the table. "Want to go home early without seeing Bucky?"

"No!" James cired, his eyes wide as he stared at his father.

"Then stop being your father." Natasha said as she stole a french fry from Steve's lunch.

"I'm taking a wild guess here. And say this is normal?" Harry asked.

"Yep." Natasha nodded.

Bucky walked over to the table with a young girl, Harry's age. "Having lunch without me?" He asked. "I'm offended."

"We tried to wait." Harry told him.

"This your girl Bucky?" Steve asked noticing the 12-year-old. "She's way to young for you buddy." He teased with a big smile.

"Yak it up pal." Bucky said as he reached for a frensh fry off James' plate as the girl finally saw Harry.

"No way!" She smiled. "Harry?"

Turning around sharply, Harry gaped. "Kelsey?"

Everyone paused to what they were doing, and watched the exchange.

"What are you doing here?" The two 12-year-old's asked in union.

"I live here." They once again said in union.

"Whoa." Bucky said put his hands into a 'T'. "How do you two know each other?"

Kelsey finally turned her gaze from Harry, to Bucky. "Harry, and I both attend Hogwarts."

Harry bobbed his head. "Yeah. We met on the train last year." He paused and turned back to Kelsey. "What happened to London?"

Bucky reached for two chairs from the nearby table and set one down for Kelsey, then set the one he has down between Steve and James.

"Remember last year when Seamus asked us if we were half, pureblood, or muggleborn?" Kelsey asked as she brought her chair closer to the table.

"Was that before or after you threw that chicken leg at Percy?" Harry asked with a grin.

Kelsey giggled. "For the last time, I was aiming at Lee." She calmed down and cleared her throat. "Well, it turns out that my grandpa, and Bucky know each other." She explained.

"Letting them stay with me after their house was burned to the ground." Bucky said as he sat back and folded his arms.

Kelsey nodded with a big smile. "We've been with him ever sinse."

"Well Harry." Natasha said with a smile. "Looks like your not as alone as you thought."

XxXxXx

Hope I did ok with explaining with Kelsey, I want her to be related to Bucky some how, but because he's the Winter Soilder ... I'm not sure how that's going to happen.

Next up: Ron!