Chapter Summary: In which Harry Potter and Tony Stark are roommates at MIT.

His parents were dead. Dead. Tony stared at the reporter that had told him the news, feeling the color drain from his face, feeling his knees start to shake.

"Mr Stark, any comment?"

"Mr Stark, how do you feel? Who's going to run Stark Industries now?"

Tony blinked, wishing… His stomach roiled and he heard what could have been a quiet whimper and realized after a minute that it had been him. That noise had come from his mouth, his throat.

"Mr Stark?! Did you hear me?"

"Mr Stark, who's your current girl? She hot?"

He stared at the mass of reporters that had been standing outside his classroom. He had to get through them to get over to his dorm building. But he couldn't make his feet move. He couldn't move… He heard a slight ringing in his ears until it drowned out everything else as he watched the reporters lips move in front of him. He sucked in tight, shallow breaths, trying to catch a breath, trying…

"Ladies, gentlemen, I'm going to have to ask you to move. Mr Stark has no comment at the moment."

An arm went around his waist, familiar and grounding.

"Harry…"

"Tony, I'm here," Harry whispered, his fingers carefully, steadily slipping in under Tony's shirt. Tony leaned into the other man as Harry's fingers started to rub soothing circles on his skin and Tony didn't even think about having sex at this point. "Let me deal with the reporters, okay?"

Tony nodded, finally able to breathe, as Harry slowly removed his arm and stepped around in front of him.

"I need you guys to leave right now," Harry spoke, his voice steady and firm, with a hint of steel underneath. "Now or I will call the police."

Some of the reporters tried to argue with him. Tony could see the muscles on Harry's back flex through the shirt he was wearing. The trees behind the reporters started to shake, the limbs moving in a nonexistent breeze.

"But-"

"I said now," Harry ordered. "You can contact Stark Industries for a comment."

With what seemed like a group sigh, each reporter left, with one last look to Tony. When the last one was gone, the trees stopped moving, slowly returning to their previous state. Tony sucked in a tight breath, feeling tears start to pool in his eyes as he finally registered that his parents were dead. He didn't know what to think about his father being dead, didn't even begin to think about it. But his mother? He…

His knees buckled and just as he was about to hit the ground, Harry caught him, wrapping both arms around him and eased him down to the ground.

"Oh, Tony," Harry whispered, peering at him in worry. "I'm sorry."

"I… How…"

"Car accident, apparently," Harry spoke, his green eyes soft and slightly glowing. "Do you want to go to the hospital to look?"

Tony shook his head, buried his face in Harry's shoulder, feeling one of Harry's hands move up to cup his neck. He shivered and tried to burrow deeper, wanting to disappear, knowing that Harry would hide them from view automatically.

Harry glanced down at the sheet of paper, the one that said who his roommate would be. One Tony Stark, age 16. Harry shrugged and nudged open the door to the room, having already made sure that no magic paraphernalia was showing. He had agreed to room with a muggle, or he supposed, he hadn't said no. MIT had one muggle side and one magical side, with the most famous and knowledgeable teachers on both sides.

He was mainly attending to learn more about everything though it wasn't like he didn't know quite a bit already. He just wanted to round out his learning, see how the Americans did it. When he took in what lay in the room, he stopped, his eyes widening.

There were already tools everywhere, with a bucket of oil grease in the far left corner. There was… Harry tilted his head in confusion, his eyes roving over what looked like… "What is that?"

"Dum-E."

Harry turned, closed the door behind him and peered over at the desk on the left side of the room. A… teenager sat in the chair. Well, it was what the form had said. 16 year old Tony Stark. And here he was, 18 years old and deciding to take a year off between choosing a career after the war.

"Dum-E? What's that?"

The young man turned, showing off bright brown eyes and dark hair. "It's that. The claw but it's a work in progress. Stupid electronics here aren't as good as the ones I have back home. Why are you here?"

Harry grinned a little, placing his duffel on the bed on the right side of the room. It was just like the Gryffindor common room, except much smaller. Though he had the thought that in most university dorm rooms, the rooms themselves were much smaller. MIT was prestigious and big. "I'm your roommate? I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh. You're not paid to be here, right?"

"No? I definitely would… Well, actually I think MIT kind of paid me to be here," Harry remarked thoughtfully, sitting down on the mattress that the university provided. The university actually had paid him to be here, the staff and faculty wanting to meet him."But no one else has paid me to be here."

"Good. So you haven't met my dad."

Tony turned around, focused on the computer parts in front of him then twirled back around on his chair with wheels. "You weren't paid by my dad to watch me, right?"

"I think I would have remembered getting paid by someone to watch over you," Harry said. "Are you someone… special?"

Tony's eyes narrowed then he nodded. "Not particularly."

Tony watched as Harry appeared a few feet from him, having gotten back from London. He was standing in front of the place where his mansion in Malibu was being built, the construction workers walking back and forth in front of him. "What's wrong?"

Harry was apparently so deep in thought that he didn't hear him until he walked into a nearby tree. He yelped and Tony laughed, going over to make sure he was okay. "Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry grimaced, held up a finger, reached into his messenger bag and pulled out some cream. "Ministry is trying to force me back to England. They think I'm getting too fond of the United States."

Tony watched as Harry spread the cream over his bare foot then rolled his eyes. "Again?"

"Again," Harry confirmed, sighing and putting the cream away when he was done. "Don't suppose you've got a really good lawyer?"

"Harry."

Harry stood up, his green eyes focusing on Tony intently.

"Who do you think I am?" Tony exclaimed.

"My boyfriend," Harry remarked, his eyes alight with mischief.

Tony felt his cheeks redden.

"The person I like to have sex with," Harry continued, his lips moving into a grin.

"Well, I can't fault you for that," Tony retorted. "I am awesome at sex!"

"That you are," Harry agreed. "Speaking of which, is that almost done?"

Tony turned to where Harry was gesturing to, behind them at the mansion that was being built. They were in Malibu and Tony was building his own place, having just graduated from MIT. "Almost. Just another week and we can cut the ribbon."

"You mean have sex everywhere."

"Ah, potato, patato," Tony said, grinning widely.

"Tony! Is something-"

Harry winced at Tony's expression, his shoulders curling inward and his eyes dull. Harry couldn't really see the rest of him as he was in the dark, the bulb in the front of the room out."Your father?"

"He didn't even talk to me," Tony whispered. "Didn't even acknowledge that he had come for me, just schmoozed with the professors."

Harry used some magic to close the door behind Tony without even moving and closed the distance between them. "Tony, sweetheart."

Tony didn't even react to the nickname, just stepped over towards his desk and the light. Harry stiffened at seeing the hand-shaped bruise on Tony's cheek, his heart stopping.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Tony muttered. "See you later?"

"Tony…" Harry trailed off, summoned the bruise cream out of his desk and walked over to stand in front of Tony, looked him over. He slowly reached out, his hand grasping Tony's and tugged him over to his bed, nudging him onto it. "Did he hit you?"

Tony peered down at him, his brown eyes dazed but mostly heartbroken, tears pooling in his eyes. "I'm never good enough for him!"

Harry swept some of the bruise cream onto his fingers and reached out, making sure Tony saw him move and gently spread some on his bruise. Tony leaned into his palm, his breath hitching and his body shuddering. "You're never going to be good enough for him, Tony."

Tony stilled, eyes narrowing. "Harry…"

"Let me finish?"

Tony stared at him but nodded.

"But you're good enough for me," Harry continued softly. "You're good enough for your mother. You're good enough for Rhodey. You're good enough for Jarvis. Hell, your Aunt Peggy loves you. Your mother loves you."

"Aunt Peggy's awesome," Tony muttered.

"We agree on that," Harry confirmed, smiling a little.

"And we agree that your aunt was awful," Tony added, crossing his arms.

"That too," Harry said.

"Hey, kiddo," Harry said, scooping up Rose and swinging her around. Hugo ran over to him too, peering up at his sister. Teddy followed too, eyes wide with awe.

Tony grinned, watching as Harry's friend Hermione and her husband Ron walked around the living room. Harry had gone with casual dress to welcome his friends, wearing a light green shirt and jeans whereas Tony had just come from a business meeting. Obi had called him in to discuss the most recent invention.

"Welcome to our humble abode!"

"Humble?" Hermione questioned, wrinkling her nose.

"We made sure it checked out environmentally speaking, Hermione," Harry called over, letting Rose down. "In fact, I used a few thousand dollars to buy a big portion of the land around here and made it a nature reserve, including the waters a hundred miles in either direction."

"I made sure to include solar panels too," Tony added, walking over to the wall and fiddling with one of Jarvis' interface panels.

"Sir?" Jarvis asked.

"Order a few pizzas for us, Jarvis," Tony spoke. "Enough for the kids."

"Enough for us too," Harry spoke, walking over to wrap an arm around him. "I'm hungry too."

"Your business with MACUSA go over well?" Tony asked, peering over at the three kids. He had already met Teddy, Harry's godson, who had taken a liking to Tony's workshop through the windows. Harry had had Jarvis keep Teddy out, knowing what Tony preferred.

"As well as could be," Harry replied. "They needed help with a dragon on the way out."

"A dragon?"

"Yeah and it turned out to be Norberta. Small world."

Tony's eyes widened as he turned towards Harry. "Norberta, as in the dragon you watched hatch in your first year?"

Harry nodded, his mouth tightening a little then his shoulders dropped, relaxing. "She was happy to see me."

"Happy to see you? The fuck does that mean?"

"It means that she was glad to see me," Harry retorted, shivered briefly. "I never want to see a dragon mate ever, ever again. Jarvis, make a note."

"Of course, Harry."

Tony laughed.

"Mr Stark?"

"Oh, Pepper! Good thing you're here," Tony exclaimed, looking over to the front hall. His assistant walked through the hall, coming over to the living room, and looked over the house, her eyes stopping on the floor to ceiling windows that made up the wall that was next to the cliff. "You can meet Harry's friends."

"How are you doing, Pepper?" Harry asked, grinning as he let Rose down.

"I'm very good. Thank you, Harry," Pepper remarked, her eyes lit with excitement and a little hint of longing as she watched the kids. "Which one's your godson?"

"That one," Harry said, pointing at Teddy, whose hair was currently Pepper's shade of red. "Teddy Lupin. He likes to change his hair to whoever he meets at the time."

"He's adorable," Pepper spoke. "And is this Hermione?"

Hermione walked over from glancing down the stairs to where Tony's workshop and garage were and held out her hand. "Yes, I'm Hermione Weasley, mother to these rascals. You're Pepper Potts?"

"Yes. I'm usually Tony's assistant," Pepper explained. "Except when Harry says he can handle him."

"Which is always," Harry muttered.

Tony's lips turned down and he draped himself over Harry. "I'm not too much of a burden, right? Right?"

"No," Harry whispered quietly enough that so only Tony would hear him, wrapping his arms around Tony in return, his fingers finding their way to the back of Tony's neck. "You're not and never will be a burden, got it? You're not gonna ditch me that easily."

Tony shivered at the undercurrent in Harry's tone, hearing the possessiveness and protectiveness in the words. When Tony finally pulled apart, Hermione and Pepper were both looking at them, their eyes soft.

"Yeah, well, you're a burden," Tony muttered.

Harry snorted. "Yeah, the press love us. You can't break up with me."

"Oh, I can't?" Tony asked, his eyes going wide with glee. "I'm going to go leak some details about your sordid past."

"Tony, we said no blackmail," Harry retorted, crossing his arms bemusedly. "Besides, what sordid details? I saved the world, remember?"

"I'm sure I can think of something," Tony commented. "That one time, you didn't do the laundry when we were at MIT. It was awful."

"I'm sure," Harry replied, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Are they always like this?" Hermione whispered, glancing to Pepper.

"Yes."

Harry pulled Tony into a kiss, watching as the other man's eyes slowly went wide with arousal.

Tony whined into it, trying to arch closer towards Harry. "Fuck! The fuck did you make us wait for?"

Harry snorted, wrapping his arms around Tony and yanking his shirt up. Tony helped, raising his arms up so that Harry could pull the shirt off easily. "I made us wait because you wanted to graduate early. Or to be more specific, you made us wait."

"Stupid reason," Tony muttered.

Harry rolled his eyes, digging his thumbs into Tony's waist and kissing him again, deepening it, licking into Tony's mouth. "Hey, I was respecting your reason."

Tony whined and pulled Harry over towards his bed. "Shirt off…"

Harry grinned then tugged off his own shirt, following Tony over and pushing him down on the bed. The mattress was small but with the right spell or two… "Yeah, that's more like it. Come here."

Tony grinned, breathing hard already. Harry watched him reach up to trace his scars, fingers hovering over the burn scar that he had gotten from the first task in his fourth year. "You're hot."

Harry groaned and gently pushed Tony down onto the mattress, kissing a line up his throat and placing a biting kiss on the crook between his neck and shoulder. Tony bucked up into his hand, whimpered, as Harry's fingers traced his chest, flicking a nipple. "That's the worst pun I've heard in the history of puns. You can do better than that."

Tony opened his mouth to reply, feeling sweat roll down his back and forehead, when Harry leaned down to lick the same nipple. Heat coiled in his body, at the base of his spine, as Harry's hands slowly ventured lower, unbuckling his belt and taking off his pants. Harry's pants were already gone, probably having been banished minutes earlier. His cock hardened at the touch and he tugged Harry up into a kiss, as one of Harry's hands circled his cock.

"Fuck," Tony hissed, trying to arch up into the hand holding him but Harry's other hand pinned him, placing some weight on his chest. Harry grinned, stroking him slowly enough that it was maddening, pre-cum already leaking from his cock and he whined in surprise as he felt the hand stroking his cock disappear. "Harry? Get with the program."

"I am," Harry whispered, his green eyes wide with arousal and just a little amusement then muttered something under his breath, a spell that Tony hadn't heard yet. A finger, wet, breached him and Tony arched up, almost like he had been struck by lightning, sparks of pleasure racing through him. "Oh, Tony."

Tony looked up at Harry, trying to keep his eyes open, focused on Harry, as the finger inside him crooked and hit the spot. He whimpered as at the same time, Harry's other hand lightly stroked his cock, too much sensation at once, pleasure coiling and racing through him to his release. Harry stroked him through it, adding another finger and looking at him with… Tony shied away as he breathed through his orgasm, bucking into Harry's fingers, leaning into the sensation.

"You ready?" Harry murmured, watching him. They both were breathing heavily but only Tony had come and he nodded, pleasure still arching through him, his toes curling with it. The fingers in his hole disappeared and Tony wrapped his arms around Harry, just to make sure he didn't leave, his nails digging into Harry's back.

Harry slid a pillow underneath Tony's hips, lifting him up, then slid in, stretching him and Tony sighed into it. Harry's arms bracketed him as he leaned into kiss him again and Tony grinned into it, reached up to yank Harry back into a kiss as soon as he pulled away. Harry groaned as he settled in and began to move, Tony clenching more than a little, knowing that Harry wasn't far off.

"Move, Merlin," Tony muttered, flicking Harry on the forehead, right on his scar. Tony's cock had already started to harden again, matching how full he felt.

Harry rolled his eyes and slowly slid out a little only to fall back in, not hesitating at all as Tony whined, squirming around a little to get closer, feel more. Harry whined, increasing his pace, his speed, as they moved together, and when Tony crossed his legs around Harry's waist and pulled him in tighter, that sent Harry over the edge. Harry fell back against the mattress, laying beside Tony as they breathed, pleasure roiling through both their bodies.

"Tony?"

"Don't you want to watch the Jericho's debut?" Tony questioned, looking across the plane aisle to where Rhodey was talking to the Air Force general. Harry was sitting next to him, reading through a recent report from MACUSA. Something about a secret government organization and not the magical kind.

They were going to an undisclosed location in Afghanistan to present Tony's new weapon. Harry wasn't exactly enthused about it but he wanted to be sure that Tony would be okay.

"Tony, I said I would come," Harry retorted, glancing up at Tony. "Besides, I can talk with the local aurors, see about offering my assistance, if they need it."

Tony stared at him, blinked. "Anything I can help with?"

"No? I don't think so," Harry said. "Too dangerous."

Harry gasped to wakefulness, blinking his eyes open. He felt someone push him down onto a mattress, hearing the locals speak hurriedly and quietly. "What-"

Pain flared all over his body and he could distinctly feel his organs loose in his body. His stomach threatened to make an appearance… outside his body then he felt the magic of a spell coat him, sending him back to sleep.

"You have family, Stark?" Yinsen asked, as they worked on building the suit of armor that Tony would use to get out.

Tony blinked, looking up from the power cutter. His heart ached, flashes of his boyfriend flowing through his mind. Harry happy to see him. Harry taking care of him after his dad hit him. Harry giving him an awesome blowjob. Harry quietly steering him past reporters. Their picture in the newspapers as they went out to dinner at an expensive restaurant.

"Yeah. A… boyfriend," Tony replied, aching at the thought that he might not see him ever again if he didn't get out of here. "I… I had a fight with him before… before."

Yinsen's eyes widened only a little at the mention of Tony having a boyfriend then he grinned. "Good. You have more motivation. That's good."

"Good that we had a fight?!"

"No. Good that you have someone to go home to," Yinsen answered.

It was quiet for a few more minutes, with the only sound being the machinery they were using.

"He was injured," Tony exclaimed, his heart speeding up. "Yinsen, what if he's dead?! I'll never see him again! I'll never apologize!"

He tried to suck in air, his vision graying out before hands came to his shoulders.

"Stark, calm down. If he was injured, he'll probably have been found by the soldiers that were sent to the site," Yinsen said. "He's fine."

"You don't know that. He..." Tony trailed off as he remembered the last thing he saw of Harry. His boyfriend had been lying on the dirt a few feet from him, his chest all the way open, bones sticking out of his legs, and… "Oh god!"

"Stark. He is okay."

"I could see his heart," Tony hissed, pointing to the new arc reactor in his chest with one hand and holding the power torch with the other. Yinsen hurriedly reached out, turned the torch off. "Yinsen, I could see his heart. That's never good!"

"Build this," Yinsen ordered. "And then see him. Live for him."

"I think I'm in love with him, Yinsen," Tony whispered, as Yinsen put together the suit.

Yinsen raised an eyebrow. "You think?"

"I… I've never felt this way towards someone else," Tony muttered, pointing to the right wire as Yinsen brought two up.

Two months later, Tony rocketed out of the Ten Ring's lair, his suit of armor keeping together mostly. He landed on a hill of sand a few miles away, looked around, breathing heavily. He licked his lips, wishing that Harry was here, wishing that he knew what had happened to his boyfriend, and then got up, walking in the direction of what was hopefully civilization.

He walked and walked until he felt the distinctive, familiar magic poke his toes. Tony startled a little, knocked out of his hazy, exhausted walk and peered down at the sand, where Harry's magic had come from, blinking dazedly. Harry might have cast a spell but… it wasn't one that Tony was familiar with. But he waited, staying in place until he heard the rotating blades of a chopper.

And Harry yelling out, flying right next to the helicopter on his broom. Tony's eyes widened, his knees buckling, as he took in his boyfriend's appearance. Harry was worn thin, his green eyes lit up as he sped towards Tony, coming into land a few feet away.

"Hey, Merlin," Tony sputtered out as Harry stopped, shuddered then ran right over to him, catching him up in his arms.

"Hey, Tony," Harry whispered, tightening his arms when Tony flinched and burrowed into Harry. "Oh god, I thought you were dead!"

"I thought you were dead," Tony said frantically, his eyes widening. He pulled away a little, gesturing at him. "I saw your heart!"

"What part of being a wizard don't you understand?" Harry muttered, poking him in the chest, only hovering when he saw the arc reactor. "Tony… I thought you were dead…"

"I'm not?"

Harry glared at him, only pulling him back in, his mouth very close to Tony's ear. "I love you, Anthony Stark."

TONY STARK FOUND ALIVE! - "The NY Times"

TONY STARK ALIVE, STARK INDUSTRIES STOCK SOAR - "The Wall Street Journal"

TONY STARK RESCUED BY BOYFRIEND, HARRY POTTER - "People Magazine"

Air Force says, "We had a hand in it too!"

STARK AND POTTER GIVE FIRST INTERVIEWS - "People Magazine"

"They're SO CUTE TOGETHER!" says one fan

STARK AND POTTER TRENDING ON INTERNET

STARK SHUTS DOWN WEAPON DEVELOPMENT - "The NY Times"

Potter quoted saying, "He didn't have to go that far to say that he loves me."

WHO IS HARRY POTTER: STARK AND POTTER'S HISTORY - "Time"

STARK INDUSTRIES STOCK PLUMMETS - "The Wall Street Journal"

TONY STARK AND HARRY POTTER ATTEND FIREFIGHTER BALL - "The Los Angeles Times"

OBEDIAH STANE ARRESTED - "The Washington Post"

Arrested for 2 counts of attempted murder, embezzling

STANE BREAKS OUT OF PRISON, GOES BERSERK - "The Wall Street Journal"

'I AM IRON MAN' - "The New York Times"

"No comment," Stark says, on the number of fanclubs springing up for the two of them with pages on Facebook.

"Except you can't have him," Potter adds, wrapping his arm around Stark's waist.

AN: Okay, people, I had meant to do this at the end of June but you can pick the 10 stories/pairings that you would like to see continued.