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An hour later, Tony was still working on controlling his temper and magic as he paced Rockjaw's office. He was out of practice and his magic easily surging now that the bind his mother had placed on him had been released. Harry needing a ritual to remove blocks on his own core didn't help his state of mind. Happy sat in a much more comfortable chair than was usually found in a goblin office, his eyes still wide as he looked around.

Happy had gotten Harry to eat a handful of carrots while Tony had tried not to kill his relatives and Tony knew he would need to be let in on their secret as his bodyguard and head of Tony's personal security. He paused in his movement in front of Rockjaw's desk. Who else would Harry be around when they went back to California who would need to know? Rhodey and Pepper, certainly, but Tony hesitated when he thought of his godfather. Obadiah Stane was too much like Howard and had already tried to pressure Tony into postponing his takeover of Stark Industries when he turned twenty-one, which had been Howard's wish. While Obie had been there for Tony when he was a kid – more so than his own father had been – the man had distanced himself in the years since his parents were killed.

The irrational thought struck him to keep Harry's existence from Obie in order to keep him safe. And what if something happened to Tony?

"Rockjaw, I'd like to change my will. Can you help me with that and make sure Smythe and Burke get copies, with Gringotts retaining the original?"

"Of course," Rockjaw assured him as he pulled a piece of parchment out of a desk drawer and a quill appeared as he snapped his fingers. "This will take your dictation."

Tony nodded and resumed pacing. "I, Anthony Edward Stark, Lord Carbonell, Duke of Sardinia, being of sound mind and body, declare this to be my last will and testament. This document will supersede any other wills, in both the magical and nonmagical worlds.

To my best friends, James Rhodes, Virginia "Pepper" Potts, and Harold Hogan," Tony continued, ignoring the sound Happy made, "I leave 25% of both my personal wealth and Stark Industries to be shared equally. Any decisions made in regards to the company will be decided by these three, until my son reaches his twenty-first birthday and takes over the company. If Harry decides not to become involved, the company will go to the afore mentioned individuals.

I leave all my remaining worldly goods, properties, investments, and monies to my son, Harry Anthony James Stark-Potter-Black, to be known until his majority as Harry James Stark. All vaults, properties, and investments held by Gringotts for the Houses of Potter and Carbonell will become available to Harry on his eighteenth birthday. The existing trust vault established in Harry's name by James and Lily Potter will receive an one million Galleons each year on Harry's birthday, monies coming in equal shares from all the vaults he is heir to. Withdrawals from this vault can only be made by the heir or the Regent, verified by blood.

Should I die before my son's seventeenth birthday, custody of Harry and Regency of House Peverell, Potter and Carbonell will go to Sirius Orion Black, Heir Black. If Sirius is unwilling or unable to take custody, the following individuals will take custody:

Remus Lupin

James Rhodes

Virginia Potts

Harold Hogan

Minerva McGonagall.

The wizard known a Albus Dumbledore is to have no access or oversight of Harry James Stark, ever."

The door opened and a white robed goblin entered, carrying Harry. Tony hurried over to take his son, gathering him against his chest. First thing he noticed was that Harry seemed cleaner and the scar on his forehead had dried blood around it.

"I'll add the usual ending on to this, Lord Carbonell. Master Healer Zenta, what are your findings?"

The healer began her report, the anger apparent in her tone. "The child has been badly neglected at minimum and abused at worse. He is malnourished and severely underweight for his age. There are several scars on his back indicating physical discipline, his left shoulder has been dislocated at least once, and his right forearm broken. His fingers are worrisome as there were multiple fractures there in various states of healing." Healer Zenta paused and took a breath. "Lord Carbonell, you have been told about the night the Potters died?"

Rocking side to side, Tony nodded, but stayed quiet as he struggled to take in everything. Happy put his hand on the arm of Tony's chair in support.

"It is said Sirius Black was the first person there and actually found the baby in his bed, awake and crying for his mother, who lay on the floor. He removed Harry from the cottage and was taking him to St. Mungos due to the obvious wound on his forehead. Black was met outside the front door by the Hogwarts gamekeeper, who demanded Black surrender the child to him on Dumbledore's authority."

The healer paused, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before continuing. "The child was struck by the Killing Curse just prior to midnight on the 31 October and according to the interrogation of the aunt, he wasn't placed found her doorstep, covered only by a blanket, until the morning of 2 November. Sometime in the interim, several blocks were put on his magical abilities and the cut on his forehead sealed in order to contain a fragment of the soul of the wizard who sought to kill him." She held up her hand as Tony's magic spiked. "We have removed it."

Tony was on his feet instantly, enraged, and hissed. "I want the bastard icrushed/i! He has orchestrated all of this, threw Sirius in prison without trail, torn apart a family, and left a baby to be brutalized! Why wouldn't he remove the fucking isoul/i of a dark lord from an innocent baby!"

Rockjaw nodded, his face set in grim lines. "We have also sealed all the vaults and will be doing an audit to find out if anything is missing, as someone has the keys to the Potter heirloom vault and young Harry's trust vault."

"I also want the Dursleys prosecuted to the full extent of the law for the abuse!" Tony readjusted Harry so his head rested on his shoulder, rubbing circles in his back as the child stirred.

"There is more, Rockjaw!" Zenta growled. "When we removed the soul shard, an alarm resonated in the deep vaults."

"Another Horcrux?" Rockjaw seemed to stop breathing. "Dark Lord Riddle split his soul more than once?"

"Based on the silver we discovered in young Harry, probably five or six times."

Tony wasn't sure what they were talking about precisely, but he could make a good guess and he didn't like it at all. "At some point, I'd like an explanation, but I'm not sure up to it tonight." He looked down as his son. "I need to get this kid into a real bed, but know I will provide funding for your best people to find any other of these soul thingies that bastard made."

Rockjaw nodded. "I should have an update on these and Heir Black in a day or two, as well."

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