Disclaimer : Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, the Avengers, or any characters you recognize from J.K. Rowling or Marvel and any mistakes found in any of the chapters are my own.
Faceclaims:
Genevieve Bonham: Ella Balinska
Violetta Bonham: Tati Gabrielle
Margot Bonham (Letty's grandmother): Garcelle Beauvais
Elijah Bonham (Letty's grandfather): Idris Elba
Kingsley Shacklebolt: Chiwetel Ejiofor
Timeline:
May 1992 - Tony Stark meets Genevieve Bonham
Feb. 1993- Genevieve Bonham leaves Tony Stark after finding out that she's pregnant
Oct. 27, 1993- Violetta Marie Bonham was born
Sept. 2003-Violetta's 1st year at Hogwarts
Dec. 2007-Violetta's 5th year at Hogwarts (The Order of the Phoenix)
May 2, 2010- Battle of Hogwarts (Iron Man 2 )
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Scotland
June 19, 2010
Letty's Pov
The mood around the grounds of Hogwarts was a bit somber as we worked on the corridors and stairs on the 4th and 5th floors.
It had only been a little over a month since the end of the war, and renovations had only begun about 2 weeks ago; given no one was too keen to start rebuilding while we were still burying and mourning those we lost.
The trials for the death eaters and sympathizers alike had been put on hold for the most part, the worst of them that had been captured like Lucius Malfoy, Evan Rosier, Crabbe Sr., Augustus Rockwood, Nott Sr. and the Carrow twins were being held in Azkaban until further notice, while Draco and Narcissa were currently on house arrest until their trials in the coming weeks.
Harry had spoken to us about testifying at Narcissa and Draco's trials. In a way he empathized with our former classmate, being thrust into a war and being given impossible tasks in order to save someone he cared about.
No one would ever deny that Draco could be a truly horrid person, and was downright cruel when we were children. Clinging to the xenophobic and archaic beliefs his father fed him in order to gain his approval. But, it was obvious the only reason he took the mark and agreed to follow through with Voldemort's idiotic assassination plot, was to save his mother. Truly the man had to have known that Draco wasn't a killer, he simply didn't have it in him.
And when it came to Narcissa, there was no love lost there. She might not carry the dark mark or have participated in the same heinous crimes as her psychotic bitch of a sister, but she turned a blind eye to the ongoings of her weasel of a husband. The only saving grace for her is that she lied to Voldemort and gave Harry a chance to come back to us.
I've struggled back and forth about whether I should testify on their behalf with my god brother.
What would it take to rehabilitate generations of taught hate in these people?
"You look deep in thought." Dean said softly as he hugged me from behind, laying a kiss on top of my head.
I smiled leaning back into his comforting embrace.
Nothing could compare to the warmth of Dean Thomas, it practically shined through him.
"It's nothing important." I tipped my head back, looking up at his concerned eyes, giving him a reassuring kiss. He smiled against my lips, turning me around.
I leaned forward, getting lost in the security that his arms always provided.
"Really you two, get a room!" Harry exclaimed as he, Seamus, and Ron groaned, making us laugh pulling out of the kiss, but still held in each other's arms.
"Oh grow up Harry, you could be doing the exact same with Luna if you would grow a pair." I leaned my head on Dean's chest as Harry cheeks reddened.
Harry's short lived romance with Ginny lasted all of two seconds. They both realized very quickly that the idea of them worked on paper, but in reality there was absolutely no chemistry whatsoever. They ended amicably, still the best of friends; and Harry realized one night while we were in our ramshackle of a tent, that he had always had a soft spot for our favorite little ravenclaw.
Now he just had to act on those feelings which could take years if we're being honest. I've got a bet going that Luna will end up making the first move, and I like my chances at winning most of the pot.
"She's got a point mate." Seamus patted Harry on the back, the Irish boy's eyes following Susan Bones as she helped Professor Sprout.
"You could follow that advice too." Dean said pointedly, making his best mate flick him off, all of us grinning as the pyromaniac sheepishly kicked his foot.
"Onto more important topics," Seamus, eager to get the attention of himself looked toward my love, "have you spoken to your cousin."
Dean sighed, making me give him a comforting squeeze. Dean had an inheritance test done by the goblins at Gringotts after my gran suggested it, and we found out that his biological father was not a muggle, he was in fact a pureblood.
His name was Enzo Zabini.
Safe to say there was tension between him and Blaise. He had met his new found grandmother a few times and his aunt even less, but communication between him and Blaise was almost nonexistent. I had become the middleman between the two; I had always had a tenuous relationship with the slytherin boy. He would flirt and I would threaten to hex his balls off, neither one of us taking the other seriously. But he always had a modicum of respect for Dean, I think it's just awkward for the both of them.
"Uh no, hasn't really been a priority for me to be fair." Dean said hesitantly, making the boys nod their heads in understanding. Seamus had never spoken to Blaise a day in his life, while Ron & Harry couldn't stand him.
"You lot almost done over here? Professor Flitwick could use some help on the fifth floor." Hermione came over making me nod my head.
I gave Dean a soft kiss goodbye with a grin, hoping to ease his mind which worked for the most part as he quickly grabbed my cheek to make the kiss last a little longer.
"I'll see you later ok." I said softly against his lips.
"Ok." He gave me one more gentle peck, winking pushing me toward Hermione.
My best friend linked her arms with mine as we made our way up the stairs.
"Make sure I'm the godmother to your first child." She grinned, making me pinch her.
Bonham Family Estate
Windsor, Berkshire,
England
June 19, 2010
Third Person Pov
The mood in the room was pensive, everyone in deep thought trying to form a plan.
"I'm telling you she won't be happy. She's going to feel like we went behind her back." Eli Bonham shook his head taking a sip of fire whiskey.
"She's liable to hex the closest person to her so I nominate Kings." Tonks raised her hand making the minister look at her in disbelief.
"You're supposed to be my head of security!" He exclaimed.
The woman simply shrugged, crossing her legs.
He knew his baby cousin could have a mean streak and had all sorts of unique and vindictive hexes memorized from their time bunkered down at Grimmauld Place. She spent a lot of time in the Black family library.
"If we sit her down and explain it calmly she will be receptive. Of course she will be a little upset at first, but I know deep down she does want to know her father. It could help if she has Harry, Dean, and Hermione in the room with her." Margot Bonham as always was the image of grace and poise, gently stating the obvious.
Yes, everyone knew that her granddaughter was bound to react hastily, ie with a hex or two, when she found out that they had been in contact with her father. Even though she stated that under no circumstances did she want him to know of her existence just yet, if ever; but it was out of their hands. He knew now and he wanted to know her, meet her, and damn it the man cried looking at pictures of the sweet girl he helped create. So the best course of action would be to have her people around her while they broke the news.
"That could work, the children should be back from Hogwarts within the next hour," Remus nodded his head looking up at the grandfather clock against the wall next to him, "Stark said that he should be arriving in London tomorrow morning, which means we'll have to tell her tonight. I'll have to give him an answer on if she'll be agreeable to meet. He's rather eager."
The werewolf was happy that the man was so impatient about meeting Letty. He knew that if Genevieve hadn't been killed, she would have gone back to America with Letty in tow and Tony would have been a part of her life. Now he felt like he owed it to his friend to bring the pair together like she would have wanted.
Letty's Pov
One by one Harry, Hermione, Dean, and I each exited the floo in my grandparents front sitting room. Ron and Ginny opted out on dinner at Bonham estate. Molly had been understandably over the top with her mother henning since the end of the war, expecting all of her children home for dinner every night, Charlie included since he had been home helping rebuild.
"We're back!" I called out petting my familiar Toussaint on the head as he brushed against my leg. I got the blue Kneazle when I was 9 as a gift from Kingsley. He went to the other three giving them each a headbutt on the leg before joining Crookshanks on the couch. The ginger cat barely gave us a glance as he continued to groom himself.
"Your cat is so posh Mia." I grinned at my best friend and she gave a sigh of resignation nodding her head.
"I know."
"Hello chèris, dinner is almost ready." Gran gave us each a kiss on the cheek pushing us toward the informal dining room.
"Thanks Gran." My godbrother gave gran her own cheek kiss with a grin.
Harry had been living here since the end of our first year, when my grandparents found out how those horrid muggles were treating him they fought with Dumbledore and the Dursleys for custody and won.
Blood wards be damned he was perfectly safe here.
Hermione had also been a regular since our first year & had been staying with us while we tried to locate her parents, while Dean had become a part of the family the second we started dating in fifth year.
"Oh hello everyone I didn't know you all were coming tonight." I paused seeing Kings, Uncle Remus, and Tonks at the dinner table with my Papa.
"Where's my teddy bear?" I gave Tonks a hug looking for my favorite little monster.
"He's with mum tonight. She wanted some one on one time." She shrugged and kissed my cheek.
"Hello pup." Uncle Remus gave me a tight hug picking me up off the ground making me laugh.
"Hi Uncle Moony."
"Hey Kings," I flicked my older cousin's ear making him glare at me, "oh sorry great and powerful Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt." I gave a deep, dramatic courtesy making him flick me off.
I gasped holding the side of my face, "Why minister is that anyway to treat a future voter? The Prophet would be scandalized, I can see the headline now 'Interim Minister shocks young witch with a rude gesture: the scandal and outrage' by Rita Skeeter see page 6 for more details."
My older cousin quickly put me in a headlock making everyone laugh.
"Is anyone getting photo evidence of this, I demand retribution! I'm taking this straight to the Wizengamot!"
"You are such a little brat Vio." Kings grinned, starting to mess with my hair.
"Enough rough housing around the table you two. At least pretend that you have some manners."
We quickly stopped as Gran walked in.
"Sorry Gran."
"Sorry Auntie Margot."
We all found our seats tout de suite as I tried and failed to put my curls back to their original place. Dean took pity on me and started fixing it himself.
Kreacher popped in wearing one of his new thobes that proudly displayed the Black family crest, with my grandparents elf Brigette behind him.
"Dinner is served." The old elf snapped his fingers and our empty bowls were now filled with étouffée and fresh baked baguettes.
My favorite.
Dinner went by normally filled with mindless conversation, and we filled the adults in on the progress of Hogwarts' restoration before Kreacher and Brigette brought out dessert; butterbeer cake and pumpkin pasties.
Another one of my favorites.
I shrugged it off before digging into the cake.
"Vio darling, there's something we wanted to discuss once you're finished." Gran said softly as she took delicate bites of cake. Her statement made Papa, Tonks, and Kings turn to her sharply, while Uncle Remus tried and failed to give me a reassuring smile.
My hand paused mid air and I slowly put my fork back on the plate.
"About what?" I asked skeptically.
Now all the adults, minus gran, were all acting weird and refused to look me in my eyes.
Am I dying? Is that why they served all my favorites? Is this supposed to be my last meal? Did someone try to set me up with a marriage contract? If so, whoever it is should count their fucking days…
My mind raced with possibilities.
"Finish your dessert, then we'll talk." Gran said with gentle finality.
"You lot should stay for this too." Papa spoke up looking at Harry, Dean, & Hermione.
I glanced at Harry who simply shrugged confused, while Mia and Dean had contemplative looks on their faces.
I had suddenly lost my appetite and moved my cake around the plate before Gran finally finished hers calling for Kreacher and Brigette. The elves quickly and efficiently cleaned off the table before she stood.
"We should head to the sitting room." She walked out not looking behind her, knowing that we would all follow anyway.
We all quickly stood up tracing her steps to my favorite sitting room that overlooked the garden and led into the library.
I took a seat in between Dean and Hermione, while Harry sat on the high wing chair next to Mione. All of us were facing the adults who sat on the opposite side. Mione and Dean both gave my hands reassuring squeezes as we all noticed Kingsley's guilty expression.
"Give it to me straight, is someone trying to trap me in a marriage contract?" I blurted out making almost everyone's eyes bug out of their head, while my gran simply laughed.
I don't find this funny, I will burn any marriage contracts you try to put in front of me, just watch. I'm not popping out babies for anyone but Dean Thomas.
"Of course not Vio," Gran gave me a grin, "I burn any marriage contracts that get sent to us. I know you would never agree to that." She smiled at mine and Dean's clasped hands.
"So what is it? Because that was my worst case scenario, well besides me dying," I paused looking between their faces, "I'm not dying right?" I squinted my eyes staring Kingsley down.
"No Letty you're not dying," Kings tried to grin before his smile dimmed a little, "we found your father, well he found us I guess is the way I should put it."
No one spoke for a while, everyone staring me down, Dean and Hermione keeping a good grip on my hands.
What. the. fuck.
A/N: That's chapter 7. Dean and Letty give me Black cat girlfriend and Golden retriever boyfriend vibes. Tony and Violetta are both emotionally inept so their meeting should be interesting.