WOOOWOOWWWW! I most definitely was NOT expecting that! Thank you soooooo much to every single person who read, alerted, favourited and reviewed this story! It means heapss! bear001- I can't get it that long, it seems to drag out with me and I get bored - which is not a good thing. BUT, this is the second longest chapter that I have ever written, I hope you like it :D Guest Review Responses:Tipper - Thank you soo much! I'm glad you liked it :D Hyuuga hanabi - Me is glad you think so :D Hope it stays that way though... FANatic guest - That sounds like Ron :P I think, the fact that it's the most popular of my stories, I will defs. be continuing it :D

While I was typing this I noticed something, did anyone ever notice the similarities between Moody and Fury as well? Even their NAMES rhyme!

I hope the characters aren't too OOC, this is my first go with even attempting the Avengers characters.

Chapter 2

"Mr. Potter."

"What?" he snapped. It wasn't their fault but he couldn't help it! He had, technically, been lied to once again.

"There are no records of 'Anthony Potter' in the magical world, however, you might like to come and see this..." The Ministry worker trailed off nervously.

Harry just nodded briskly before motioning for the man to lead the way.

The man turned and headed down the aisle. Harry shook his head to clear away some of the anger to notice the nervous man leading the way. Shifting back to his polite personality, he asked: " Sorry about that, Mr..." he trailed off.

"Jones, Sir, Rick Jones."

"Mr. Jones. Thank you." They continued on their way down to the Research Room.

"Here" Jones pointed to one side of the room.

It seemed that a large, ancient-looking book had been enchanted to show all the required results. Harry could almost feel the magic of the book so he looked over to his companion and saw that he could also feel the magic rolling of the ancient book.

"I'll leave you to it then..."

He was left alone and was thankful for that. The search was surprising. From what he could see, his 'brother' also had a knack for trouble... and danger... and alcohol.

'Well, nobody's perfect' he thought.

But he couldn't help the feeling of disappointment at some of the things that he saw. He thought Anthony could have grown up to be better than that, especially since he grew up with his parents' friends.

He read more for quite a while, finding out as much as he can. He had to admit though, other than the disappointment, the further he read, he had a growing sense of pride at some of the other things that Anthony had done and some of his accomplishments. That doesn't mean that his anger had been completely abated.

He quickly scanned through the entire book and stored away the memory so he could view and copy it later properly in his own time.

"Thank you." he said as he passed by Jones' workstation and apparated back to his home.

It was little while later that Ginny found her husband wallowing in his thoughts across the couch. She sighed as she made her way over to him.

"Harry?" She called.

No response.

She clicked her fingers in front of her husband's glazed eyes and he blinked.

"Oh, hello Gin!" He stood up and scooped her into a hug.

"Okay, tell me what's wrong." She demanded without missing a beat.

Silently, Harry handed her his mother's letter and the document that he managed to copy to his wife.

He watched as she read through the letter quickly and scanned through the document, her eyes growing wider by the minute.

Finally, she let out a breath.

"That's brilliant Harry, in some odd way!" She hugged him again, glad that he finally, hopefully, has someone who is blood related to him. Not only that, but he has a brother!

"Well then, why didn't anyone bloody tell me!? I had a right to know! 36 years! 36 years, I've been dreaming, hoping for a blood relative!"

"Harry," Ginny scolded calmly, " There is no need to take your anger out like that. And it also clearly says here that they've just received these records."

She was met by silence and so she continued.

"The best and only thing that you can do now is to try to find this brother of yours. Seriously, you Potters cause so much trouble." She smiled and made her way to the kitchen before turning back.

"Wait. Potter! What have you done to my daughter?!"

"Hmmm... Er... What? Oh, she's at Angie's." He replied, already lost in thought once more, but knowing that Lily would be just as safe with Angelina and Luna as she is at home.

"Okay, I'll go get her while you sort your mess out."

Harry nodded, still lost in his thoughts. The idea of having an older brother finally starting to settle in his mind.

"Kingsley, sorry about earlier." Harry shook Kingsley's hand once more as Kingsley led the way to his office.

"Harry, What can I do for you?"

"I need to get in contact with one Mr. Anthony Stark."

Kingsley was shocked at his abrupt answer but nodded anyway.

"We have contact, through the American Ministry of Magic, with some 'secret organisations'. There should be someone who could help you."

"Director Fury."

His hand flew to where his gun is placed but relaxed as he whirled around and saw who was standing behind him.

"Minister. To what do I owe the pleasure this time?" He asked. The Ministry knew about SHIELD because they had contact with nearly every secret service just in case of an emergency for either party. Whether the Magical World needed a cover story or the Muggles needed some extra... help.

"This is something of the utmost and deepest importance. I need some contact information or methods of Stark."

Fury's eyebrows shot up. Why Stark? He hadn't seen him since the donut shop and Agent Romanoff was still to report.

"For what?"

"That is something which is not for me to tell you. However, you have my word and my wizard's honour that Mr. Stark will come to no harm from us."

Against his better judgment, Fury gave the American Minister the basic contact information of Stark - seriously, as much as hides things and keeps secrets locked away, he's got a load of information on the internet - continuing to wonder what's going on, the wizards usually leave them all on their own.

He decided that some things could wait until he paid Stark a visit. Just in case. God knows how much trouble that man makes and causes. Just in case.

He is Director Nick Fury of SHIELD and he has to find out what's so important about Stark that even wizards are asking about him.

It was a couple of days later that Harry finally received news from Kingsley. He had been anxious for the past couple of days and he had, technically, no idea why.

Opening the letter, with Ginny reading over his shoulder and Lily entertaining herself at the table with some paper and quills, he took in the information.

"Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"What am I meant to do?" He asked. He felt himself starting to panic; he had no idea how to deal with these types of things. What is he meant to say? What is he meant do?

Ginny turned to look at Harry, incredulous, but when she saw the panic that was starting to rise in his eyes, she went a different way. He may be the bravest person that she knew, he might be the defeater of the Dark Lord but he was just like any other male she knew - which was lots. Awkward and unsure of how to deal with emotions.

"Harry. You know exactly what to do. He's probably just like Bill, Charlie, Percy, George and Ron except you have the one difference and it's just that he is your blood brother. That's all. Just be you. I'm sure you'll get along fine."

She was watering it down. They had no idea what Stark was like or anything to go on. But for once, she was the one who had to be strong for Harry rather than the other way around. She felt and heard him take a deep, steadying breath before settling down comfortably once more and continuing his previously abandoned breakfast.

He was just admiring the new, 'rediscovered' element, when he felt eyes staring at him. He turned around and found the source to be Director 'Eye-patch' Fury and wondered what he had done this time to be honoured with his presence once more.

Taking off his goggle, he made his way towards his lab door and stepped through making sure that he closed the door properly. He didn't want any of those sneaky agents of the Director's in his personal labs.

"Stark! What have you done!?"

"What! It's my house! You gonna tell me not demolish my house as well now or something?" He demanded. He was being unreasonable, he knew, but he most certainly did not like it when other people told him what to do and basically lock him in his own house!

"No."

"Excuse me?! Wait... what?"

"I said no. In other words, the opposite, not true, rejected. Would you like more? Good. As I was going to explain, that is not the reason as to why I am here."

"Faster Eye-patch, I get bored."

Rolling his eyes, Fury proceeded to explain.

"A … strange client met me a few hours ago. And do you know what he wanted?"

Tony shook his head. Obviously he didn't know.

"He wanted your contact information."

"So? Doesn't everyone?"

"Think Stark, think. Why would this someone come to me asking for your information?"

"Well, I wouldn't know. You aren't telling me who, so I can't exactly do anything about it, can I?" Tony asked rhetorically.

"The point is that you need to stand on your guard. I think something is about to happen."

If there's anything I've missed or anything, please let me know!

Thanks so much guys!

Storm.