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Chapter 5

Tony rubbed his eyes as he waved his hand in front of him, swiping the edge of the image before him causing it to rotate slowly. It was a 3D image of Harry's broken wand, two pieces of wood, Holly, held together by what looked like a tightly spun cord made of gold.

He really wanted to do more than use these passive scans, but when Steve had explained how important the wand was to Harry he had agreed not to follow his first impulse and dissect the wand physically.

"Jarvis, are you done with the spectrographic analysis?" he asked absently.

"Yes sir, and that was the last of the tests you requested. Should I wake Dr. Banner? He wished to view them as well," the AI replied.

Tony pondered it for a moment; he could use the man's help... He shook his head. "No, let him sleep. As much as I'm a fan of the green guy, it's not his help we need now. Besides I think it is best if we each approach this with our own, different perspectives at the beginning. Set a timer from when he starts working for forty-eight hours, then we'll meet and compare what we have found out… With all the damage in the city I doubt anyone will be in to work, but just in case, text them they'll be closed for the week, and set him up a file system and put him in Wonderland; if he needs anything that they don't have get it for him."

"As you wish sir," the AI said, already making sure the large group of laboratories, known by those that worked in the building as Wonderland, were prepared.

Tony adjusted his chair, scrubbed his scalp vigorously, and sat up straight. Clapping his hands hard in front of him, he said. "Hit me!" Information flew into view in the air all around him, page after page of analysis. His fingers danced in the air around him sifting through it at a speed that would stagger the best of minds.

"Dr. Fleming, you wanted to see me?" said the broad shouldered, blond man as he stepped into the room the doctor had procured to use as her office while her patients were in Stark Tower.

"Mr. Rodgers, please sit," she said turning toward the screen on the wall. As her fingers slid across the face of her tablet, images began to cover the screen. "It is about Harry. His caloric intake in the last twenty four hours has now gone from very high, something I attributed to his apparent situation before arriving here and whatever the girl had given him, to more than a little alarming."

She swiped her fingers over the tablet again. "My standing orders have been that if he was hungry he was to be allowed to eat whatever he wished, as long it met certain dietary parameters, none of which monitored calories. Today however, my attention was drawn to the fact that an inordinate number of food requests have been received from him."

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What was it with doctors? Why did they need to say the simplest of things in such a complicated way? "So… He's eating a lot?"

The doctor turned back to him, with a scowl on her face. "Not just a lot! A ridiculous amount! He ate an ENTIRE pizza last night!"

Steve shrugged, he had done that once, over the course of a long evening catching up on some newsreels… he'd had awful dreams afterword. "Ok, that is overdoing it…"

She cut him off. "You don't understand! In less than two hours he said he was hungry again and this time wanted Shepherd's pie! And he didn't just eat a piece, in the course of an hour he ate the whole damn thing! In the last day he has eaten more than I could have ever expected! And he is still hungry!"

Steve sat there stunned. "Could it be because of his magic?"

The woman scowled at him. "I don't have a damn clue! I'd like you to try to talk with him."

Steve didn't look so sure about that idea, until the doctor explained. "Steve, you're the only one that he has formed any type of relationship with, he'll be more honest with you. I need to know if this is normal for one of them, if it is I need to figure out something for Hermione."

Steve nodded slowly and rose. "I'll go talk with him. If I can explain that you need to have the information for her sake, I don't think he'll even hesitate." He headed out the door and toward Harry's room.

Natasha walked down the ramp of the Quinjet and looked around at the destruction. 'The three of them could be such… children!' she thought making her way toward the epicenter of the shockwave where Thor's hammer had impacted Steve's shield.

'What a mess.' Sighing internally she began to look around.

It didn't take long for her to locate the spot where she and Steve had tended the kids. From there she worked the scene backward, first locating the group of trees Tony had cut them from then following the action and rebuilding the events in her mind while making notes on her tablet.

It might have been faster using Stark's scanning equipment, but this way she was not just relying on said equipment. She would use her training and intuition first, looking for things out of place or that felt wrong, only then would she use the scanners to help with the recreation. She was nothing if not thorough.

After examining the stand of trees Tony had cut his way through to get to the teens, and finding a lot of dried blood, as well as what she suspected was Hermione's wand, she placed several evidence markers, equipped with a small RFID (Radio Frequency Identification Tag) chips. Then she moved on.

Nearby she found the remains of a tent, buried underneath yet another felled tree. Branches twisted through the torn canvas. In the area she found bits of furniture, some bedding and books.

Resigned to a long day she began placing more evidence markers.

Harry stared at the tablet Tony had left with him and even as he reached for it his stomach rumbled. "Merlin!" he muttered under his breath, he was hungry again! What was wrong with him? He was eating like Ron at a feast at Hogwarts! Only this had been going on for a lot longer than that ever had.

He slid his finger over the item he chose, the way he had been shown and put the tablet back down. If the past was any indication it wouldn't take long for someone to bring him the food he had requested.

Moments later when the door opened, he half expected to see an exasperated nurse appear and scold him for bothering her again only to find Steve coming across the room.

"Hey, Harry," the man said, as he picked up the chair next to the door and walked toward him. "How are things?"

Harry sighed. "Alright, I guess…" His stomach rumbled again.

"Hungry?" Steve asked as he sat.

Harry nodded slowly. "I can't seem to stop eating… I even woke up during the night hungry… it's never been like this."

"Never?" Steve asked. "The doctor noticed you have been eating quite a bit... This doesn't have anything to do with your magic?"

"I don't think so… I don't know." Harry looked down ashamed. "I'm sorry… I just can't seem to help it… I've tried to stop, but..." His voice trailed off as his stomach rumbled again. "And I think it's getting worse…"

Steve nodded. "Alright. Jarvis?'

"Sir?" the voice answered.

"Have Dr. Fleming join us, immediately, and see what you can do about getting Harry something quicker to eat… Peanut butter… there is some in the lounge. Have her bring it with her along with the crackers on her way."

"I have informed the doctor, she is on her way," the voice said.

Harry was looking worried at this point. "Harry, don't worry we'll figure this out."

It only took a couple of minutes for the doctor to rush in, jar in one hand and tablet in the other. "Is everything alright?" she asked.

Steve shrugged. "He doesn't know why he is eating like he is, just that he is hungry. His stomach is rumbling so I thought it would be best if he ate."

She nodded, placing the jar and crackers on the tray table along with a plastic knife. "Best we err in that direction. Jarvis? I want a full scan of Harry as soon as possible."

A moment later the voice of the AI spoke again. "The scan is beginning now, I will send information to your tablet as it is avail-" The voice broke off for a moment "Doctor please take a look at your tablet."

Dr. Fleming glanced down at what appeared to be a clear sheet of glass with blue and red lettering appearing in different locations around an outline of a body. "What the…" Her eyes grew wide.

She moved to the foot of the bed and flipped the sheets out of the way grabbing hold of his toes, they were almost purple and cool to the touch. "Jarvis! I need a cast saw! Now!"

"It is already on its way," Jarvis replied.

Steve asked faster than Harry could, "Doctor? What's happening?"

She had moved to Harry's arm. "Harry seems to be growing… he has grown almost two inches so far, he's also added several pounds. The casts are now too small and are cutting off his circulation!" She felt around on his hands feeling the coolness and inspecting the area around the cast on his upper arm. "Damn it! We've got to get these off him!"

Jarvis spoke again. "Doctor, the breaks appear to have been healed."

Her head jerked up. "Healed?"

"Yes doctor, little evidence of the breaks remain, the same can be said of his internal injuries… If you note doctor he does not seem to require his glasses any longer either," the AI pointed out.

She glanced at the side table where Harry's glasses lay.

"How?" she said to no one in particular, as she looked back toward Harry.

"Unknown," Jarvis replied.

Harry in the meantime was still openly staring at the glasses; he had just assumed he had fallen asleep with them still on earlier. He was still working on that revelation when he heard the whine of the saw now in the doctor's hand as she began to cut away the cast on his arm with a practiced ease.

Soon she was prying the cast open. "Harry I want you to move your arm, slowly… If it hurts at all stop… according to Jarvis the break is healed but I want to get a physical x-ray as well."

Harry nodded, and flexed his fingers, then began to roll his wrist, expecting a lance of pain at any moment. None came. He then tried lifting the arm and flexing it at the elbow, relieved when again no pain came. She then went to work on his legs.

By the time she had finished and with Steve's help, had pried the cast open, the portable x-ray machine was being moved into the room.

Dr. Fleming thought of herself as a rational person, really she did, even though she looked after one of the most unconventional patients she had ever heard of. Truthfully how many patients have ever walked into any doctor's office with an alloy lined hole in their chest large enough to put her hand inside? Let alone having the same insane person going on to place what amounted to a very powerful high-tech electromagnetic power source into it? Not to mention doing it in less than optimal conditions, while they were being held against their will in a cave, by terrorists somewhere in the desert? The fact he had come away with no hint of infection and no indications of rejection was absolutely stunning! Tony Stark was a walking medical miracle, or at least he had been till his original Arc Reactor had begun poisoning him (though he had figured that out as well at some point).

But this, this was just as incredible. She watched the live feed video absently, as the teen down the hall ate his fifth gigantic meal since they had removed his cast about ten hours before. "Jarvis, can you run those height and weight numbers for me again?"

"Yes, doctor," the AI said. "His initial height was five feet three inches, ninety-two pounds. He showed signs of long term malnutrition, and several old breaks that had healed improperly when young. Average height for a youth his age, within the United Kingdom, would have been five feet seven, with a weight of one hundred forty pounds."

"And what is he at current?" she asked.

"He is exceeded that average rapidly. I calculate, if his current rate of growth continues, he will reach six feet within the hour." The AI replied, a growth chart appearing on the screen superimposed over the image of Harry."

She nodded slowly. "Are you monitoring his diet as I asked?"

"I am," Jarvis said, with a somewhat aggravated tone. "Both what he consumes, as well as his… discharge are being monitored closely."

She sighed, wishing she had more to go on. "Has he shown, or complained of any pain?"

"He has had some apparent discomfort, the best description I can correlate it with would be akin to a 'charley horse', but beyond that I have not observed any further indications of pain." Jarvis replied.

"Alright." She made a few notes on her tablet. "At the moment it looks like we are doing all we can for him. How is my request coming with S.H.I.E.L.D. about the transfusions he received? Hopefully with these latest developments, they will release something?" she asked hopefully.

"I am receiving a transmission from the Heli-carrier as we speak, on another line," Jarvis said. "Nicholas Fury will be arriving here in one hour."

"Great… Just, Great…" She mused. "Status on Hermione?"

"There is no change, I'm sorry," he said.

She turned back toward her desk; moments later a scream pierced the air.

Harry couldn't understand it; he couldn't seem to stop eating any more. In truth he was getting sick of it! While the food was good, and surprisingly varied, it was just becoming too much. Sleep came in restless fits, as he ached all over (not badly, not enough to be really painful just uncomfortable).

Harry took another bite of his meal, and chewed trying to ignore the fact by concentrating on the telly (a day long marathon of NCIS, it was fun. He liked Tony and the woman in the lab, Abby).

Then suddenly for the first time since he had arrived in New York his scar flared to life. He screamed as his hands flew to his forehead and covered it in a reaction to the pain, it was unbearable!

Color and sound seemed to assault him, crashing around behind his eyes and between his ears, with every 'bounce' they seemed to intensify until he only knew light and pain.

He wanted it out; whatever was causing it, he wanted it gone! It became his focus his only purpose in life! To be rid of the thing that was causing him pain!

Tony looked up at the flashing red monitor and watched what was happening in Harry's room. All of the monitors he had placed next door where reading wildly; whatever his magic was, it seemed to be flaring out of control! He felt the room shake as a more powerful pulse of energy smashed its way across the room crushing everything in its path. Several of his monitors flickered and failed.

Jumping up he ran towards the door way yelling, "JARVIS!"

"Sir, the Mark VII is fully repaired and on its way to you!" the AI responded.

"Good! Where are Pepper, Steve and Bruce?" he asked barreling down the hallway.

"Ms. Potts is out of the building at present, Captain Rodgers is on his way to Mr. Harry's room, ETA 40 seconds, Mr. Banner is moving down stairs. He will keep away until you signal he is needed," The AI replied.

The roar of his armor's flight system filled his ears, he glanced over his shoulder and then leapt into the air. Feeling the armor lock closed around him was one of his favorite things, the rush being in the suit gave him was indescribable!

"What's our ETA Jarvis?" he asked, as the suit's systems came online.

"Less than 10…" Jarvis never finished his statement as a large mass impacted them and sent them tumbling along the hallway.

Whatever it was, it ended up lying on top of the armored avenger, covering the majority of his view. "What the…"

A voice came from the thing as it climbed off him. "Stark, I think we've got a problem!" the mass he could now identify as Steve said, as he clambered forward gesturing with his shield down the hallway.

Tony twisted his head just in time to see a hospital bed come hurtling down the hallway. His eyes grew wide even as he moved his arm, pointing his repulsor at the object and triggering it to fire.

With a whine a and a thump a beam of energy lanced down the hallway shattering the bed into a million pieces and Steve blocked the rain of small bits with his shield soon after.

"Was that Harry's bed?" Tony asked.

Steve pulled his shield to the side exposing the now unobstructed view. "No…"

An unexpected sight was revealed at the far end, a woman running toward them. A very green woman, she stood at least seven feet tall and sported well defined muscles and wild hair. With a deafening roar she leaped toward them, swinging her closed fists forward, in an underhand axe chop to collide with Cap's shield. The blow lifted him off the ground and sent him down the remaining length of the hall, where he crashed through the plate glass window separating it and Tony's large lounge and reception area. Where he finally tumbled to a stop lying in front of a leather couch.

Tony barely had time to ignite his boot thrusters, propelling himself back the way she had come, to get away from the woman's grasp. Small flaps on his back slid open, allowing room for tiny jets to flare to life, pushing him into an upright position.

"The hell? Jarvis? What? Who?" Tony asked completely confused by the sight before him. This time he had just a moment longer to get a look at her and information flashed on the HUD (Heads Up Display) next to her image, confirming his estimations. The only people on this floor were the doctor, Harry and Hermione, but that made no sense… though the very tight sweatshirt with the Stark logo on the left breast did lead credence to who it was, just not how it was possible! "Is that... ?" he asked blasting a large chunk of the floor she had ripped free and thrown in his direction to dust.

The AI's crisp voice responded to the incomplete question. "Yes, sir. I believe that is Ms. Hermione… she seems to have in some way become… a She-Hulk!"