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The magical shopping was set adjacent to the Woolworth Building, the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the USA or MACUSA. Gringotts anchored one end of the street, opposite of the Woolworth building. Tony walked beside Sirius, Harry between them, hanging onto their hands as he tried to look at everything. Both Tony and Harry were wearing caps and sunglasses, Sirius had pulled his hair back and secured it in a low ponytail. All three of them were dressed primarily in Muggle attire, dress pants, collared shirts, and dragon hide boots; Harry had the little black cape he loved tied around his neck. There were appreciative looks from both women and men, but nothing that suggested any further interest in the trio. They were lucky Harry was such a well-behaved child, as there were several stores that caught his attention, but he didn't let go of their hands or try and run off.

Spontaneously leaning down, Tony kissed the top of Harry's head. "We can look at some of the shops after we see the goblins, bambino."

Harry grinned up at him, almost tripping over Sirius' foot. "Okay, Papa!"

Tony tightened his grip on Harry's hand slightly, keeping Harry on his feet as they were pushed forward by a group of teenagers running between stores. Sirius sent a withering glare at their backs and moved closer to Harry, keeping the little boy tight between them. Although Tony knew their security team encircled them, he was still hypervigilant, especially after his surprise visit to the Stark Industries headquarters that morning. Several of the long-term employees in managerial positions there were strong supporters of Obadiah and had demanded meetings with Tony over his treatment of his father's business partner. Pepper had also been approached and the attempt made to intimidate her into an explanation. Luckily, she was a hard woman to intimidate, putting them in their places as she offered them a generous severance package Tony had approved if they didn't feel the ability to support him.

Tony smiled. He'd sent she and Happy off for the afternoon, complete with dinner at Pepper's favorite restaurant, as a thank you for all their work. He knew they should be safe in magical New York, especially with the former Aurors turned security guards. It was a relief, however, to be finally climbing the short marble stairway up to the door of Gringotts Bank. The goblin guards didn't spare them a look as they walked towards the golden doors, which swung open on their own.

"I've got him," Tony announced, as he scooped Harry up into his arms, following Sirius through the doors.

The inside of the back was as elaborately decorated as it's London counterpart, with more windows and slightly fewer gold accents. To Tony, it seemed a tad more inviting, if you didn't look at the perpetually scowling goblins at the teller stations. Walking past those, Tony headed towards an elegantly suited goblin sitting above the rest at a desk off to the side. He waited until the goblin looked up to acknowledge their presence.

"Heir Black, Lord Peverell, and Lord Carbonell here as per our appointment," he announced, keeping his tone neutral.

The goblin's eyes seemed to widen just a fraction before he tapped on the top of his desk with a fingernail. Footsteps were heard almost immediately from a hallway to their right and a short, well-muscled goblin adorned in a golden breastplate and carrying a spear, gave them a short bow. He signaled them to follow him back down the corridor. Tony shared a look at Sirius as Harry played nervously with the front of Tony's shirt, his eyes fixed on the goblin. They were ushered into an office a short distance down the hallway, complete with large desk and a pair of chairs in front of it.

"Mr. Rockjaw!" Harry exclaimed as he caught sight of the goblin behind the desk and wiggled to get down.

Tony set him on his feet as he smiled at their account manager. "Good afternoon, Rockjaw. Like Harry, I'm pleased to see you here."

Rockjaw gave them a nod and the closest thing to a smile goblins were able to produce. "Hello, young Harry, Heir Black, and Lord Carbonell. I would not have missed this opportunity to catch up."

"I'm glad!" Harry asserted, bouncing in place. "Papa and Daddy have been takin' the best care of me since I seen you!"

"Saw you, baby," Tony corrected gentle.

Harry grinned at him. "Yeah!"

"That is very good news, Harry," Rockjaw assured him. "Have they talked to you about your allowance, yet?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Rockjaw!" Harry beamed, reaching into his pocket to take out a handful of change. "I get a quarter a week for keeping my room clean and pickin' up my toys, AND, another quarter a week for setting the table and helping put dishes away after Taffy says they're dry!"

The goblin managed to look aghast at the coins. "And you are going to spend it all today?"

Harry shook his head. "No! I put half of my allowance away, to buy presents for birthdays and Christmas!"

Tony exchanged a startled glance with Sirius. Neither of them knew Harry was saving part of his allowance. Saving wasn't something Tony often thought of, as he'd always been fortunate enough to know he had an abundance of money. Even if Howard had followed through on any of his threats to cut Tony out of his will, he still had a substantial trust fund from his maternal grandfather, which guaranteed he'd never have to worry about money. If he remembered right, both Sirius and James were in the same situation, with moneyed backgrounds and generous trust funds. Only Harry had known the pain of having his basic needs withheld from him.

"That is excellent, young Harry," Rockjaw intoned gravely. "It is a wise person who makes sure he has money in reserve."

Harry nodded his agreement and Tony drew him onto his lap, looping his arms around his son. "I'm proud of you, too, bambino," he whispered, kissing his temple.

"I am impressed in what has been accomplished in such a short span of time," Rockjaw told them, one finger tapping on the pile of folders in front of him. "I understand the ICW has scheduled a trial for the end of September, as they had requested historical records of the Potter and Peverell vaults, along with the wills that were illegally withheld, and unauthorized releases of funds."

"And the lawsuits which were filed in July?" Tony enquired.

"They have been delayed to the end of November, after the solicitor learned of the criminal trial, apparently they believe a guilty verdict there will strengthen the civil suits."

Tony nodded in understanding. "I can see where that would be advantages to our case."

Harry held up his hand, looking around. "Is it my turn yet?" he asked, fairly vibrating with excitement.

"It certainly can be," Rockjaw responded, giving Harry his attention. "How can I help you, Lord Peverell?"

Harry drew himself up, balanced in his father's lap, and gave the goblin his most serious look. It was all Tony could do to keep from laughing.

"Mr. Rockjaw, Papa and Daddy say I get to buy a pen'house!"

Rockjaw seemed to take Harry's statement seriously. "A pen house and from which vault will you be making investment?"

"From my Pot-Peverell vault, please, Mr. Rockjaw."

Tony didn't know a goblin's eyebrows were that mobile.

"If I might make a suggestion, young Harry?" Rockjaw waited for Harry to nod. "The Emrys vault needs a bit of exercise, as it is the oldest and hasn't had an investment in a number of years."

Tony had forgotten Harry was the heir to the Emrys line and, from the shocked look on Sirius' face, he must not have mentioned it. He rubbed the back of his neck with the hand not holding Harry and offered a silent apology to Sirius.

"Forgot about that line. How would that be better?" Tony asked, tugging Harry back to lean against him.

Rockjaw tugged a folder from the bottom of the stack and opened it. "The Emrys line is one of the most ancient and most wealthy. This vault has sat mostly stagnant for the past millennia and needs fresh investments to make sure it continues to grow. If the purchase is made from this vault, it will start that process."

"Rather like the Carbonell vault?" Tony interjected and Rockjaw nodded.

"Are there no charities which the family line supported in the past?" Sirius asked, leaning forward.

"No," Rockjaw admitted. "Other than being accessed for suspicious reasons, there has been no other activity."

"After the pen'house, can we build houses for little kids who don't have mummys and daddys? And maybe kids who get hurt because they do freaky things?" Harry asked quietly.

"Perhaps we could call them the Emrys Houses for Children, youngling?"

"I think that'd be a really good idea, Mr. Rockjaw."

Harry glanced at Tony for approval, and he gave his son a warm smile. "I think that is an excellent plan, bambino." Tony turned his attention to Rockjaw. "So, the penthouse, Harry mentioned, at least two orphanages, and possible some type of outreach for mundane-born magicals to come out of the Emrys vault. Also, let's take the cost of any updates, security improvements, and renovations of the penthouse out of the Carbonell vault. Now, with the use of appropriate vaults in mind, I would like to purchase the property at 200 Park Avenue, which Robert Graves said you would be able to handle for me."

Rockjaw inclined his head. "I can make those arrangements as well, Lord Carbonell, but you need to consider whether you want the property and what you build on it to be corporate or private."

Tony arched an eyebrow. "Does it make a difference where the funds come from?"

"Not within the Wizarding world, really, but in the mundane world of New York City and America it does, especially in getting the proper permits, insurance rates, and civil liabilities. Corporate protections are the best in these situations."

Tony cocked his head, his brain going through the figures the goblin's words had provoked and came to the same conclusion. "In that case, I would surmise we have two choices; one to buy the property and finance the buildings utilizing SI profits, or, two, set up a new corporation which would actually own the property and buildings."

"With the first option, wouldn't Tony still be under the review of his board of directors?" Sirius asked as he followed the conversation.

Rockjaw gave an unpleasant smile. "Yes, even as the majority shareholder, his directors could assume some oversight into the design and construction of the buildings."

Adjusting Harry a little, Tony leaned forward. "Alright, please set up a new corporation, let's call it Stark Tower Inc, funded from my personal vault, to buy the land, arrange for the demolition of the existing buildings, and prepare the land for an environmental impact report. After that, we can discuss which vaults the monies will come from to actually fund the buildings."

"I am able to accommodate that request." Rockjaw made several notes,

"Put Sirius, Rhodey, Happy, and Pepper in as the board of directors, please." Tony went through his mental list of items. "I have already commissioned the design and building plans, which we can finalize with the goblin-led foundation crew."

"Can't I be a d'rector, Papa?" Harry asked, his green eyes wide and beseeching.

Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Tony gave his son a solemn look. "Not until you are able to spell it, bambino."

"Oh," Harry frowned, but nodded his understanding. "But someday, when I'm bigger?"

"Definitely, little one!"

"Rockjaw," Sirius leaned forward with a parchment in his hand. "Tony and I have also put together a list of investments we'd like to make with our personal vaults."

Tony sat back as Sirius discussed the assets they wanted to utilize; Harry played with Tony's ring as they waited, Tony's mind swirling around timeframes they were looking at to build what he envisioned. Both he and Sirius agreed that Harry would initially be homeschooled, until they could make a more permanent move to New York, and then they would search for a small private school or co-op with other magical parents. Harry had already proved he was a very smart little boy and had the potential to have inherited Tony's genius; there was no way Tony was going to ship his son off to a boarding school at eight as Howard had done to him. His little boy would grow up at home.

"Papa, when can I 'vest my 'lowance?" Harry whispered in his ear as Sirius conferred with Rockjaw.

Tony carded the fingers of the hand not holding Harry through his son's tousled hair. "I will give you five gold Galleons, bambino, and you can decide how you want to invest them. Alright?"

Harry gave him a delighted grin and threw his arms around Tony's neck. Giving him a smacking kiss.

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The shopping area seemed to have fewer people walking around it when they came out of Gringotts and Harry, hat and sunglasses in place, enjoyed his "shopping". The chocolate and candy store was amazing, and while Tony didn't have a huge sweet tooth, he remembered Sirius had a weakness for chocolates. Harry's eyes were wide as they went through the aisles, but he didn't ask for anything, his hand firmly clutching at his coins in his pocket. It took Tony several minutes of watching his son before he saw any interest as the green eyes lingered on licorice whips and then fairy floss. When Harry moved on, Tony made sure he bought a supply to give the little boy as treats.

This pattern continued when they visited the small joke shop Sirius appeared to want to buy out and the magical toy store. Tony was able to pick up several educational toys and the magical equivalent to Legos for Harry to build things with. He also couldn't resist grabbing a unicorn and niffler stuffed animals. Tony reasoned that every child needed something soft to cuddle up to and quietly had Zin send the bags he'd filled back to their rented penthouse. Catching up to Harry, he found the child giggling over Sirius who was juggling several bags at this point and Tony rolled he eyes at the man's antics.

"Zin," Tony whispered again and waited the few seconds for the house-elf to appear. "Could you send Sirius' bags to the penthouse as well, please."

With an enthusiastic snap of his fingers, Zin Banished the bags and Tony smirked when Sirius squawked as he almost fell over at the sudden loss.

"Merlin, Tony! You could at least warn a guy!" Sirius pouted dramatically.

Harry slapped his hand over his mouth to smother his giggles as Tony reached to take his free hand. "Come on, son. While Sirius is pouting, we'll go see if there are any books we want to read!"

Swinging Harry up into his arms, Tony strode into the bookstore like he owned it and the people gathered in the entry way parted for them. He gave several young women his devilish playboy smile, as Harry wiggled in his arms to be set down, and then tugged at his hand to speed him up. Disengaging his fingers, Tony ran them through his son's tousled hair.

"I think the children's section is that way, bambino," Tony pointed him in the right direction. "Lead the way."

Harry stepped forward excitedly, weaving around displays of books and other children, with Tony at his heels. As he followed, Tony's attention was distracted by a display of books, their covers a garish shade of green, with purple writing. He paused, eyes taking in the cover of a small boy with black hair and eyes the color of the Killing Curse.

iTales of the Boy-Who-Lived: Harry Potter and the Baby Dragon/I

Tony grabbed one of the books off the display, examined the cover, and had to wrestle his anger back down. It seemed Britain didn't have a monopoly on inappropriately using his son's name – not to mention that insensitive title! Wonderful to remind the child of what he'd lost that terrible night! Flipping the book open, Tony read the inside cover, his anger building.

"Tony?"

A hand settled on his shoulder and Tony took a deep breath, before turning to meet Sirius' eyes. He held the book up so the other man could read the title and then pointed at the display.

"Bloody hell! I thought we'd had all of those pulled off the shelves!"

"We did – in the UK," Tony ground out. "Can you pay for this one and then we'll send it over to Rockjaw to take the appropriate action."

Sirius took the book from him. "Where is Harry?"

Tony froze, his head swiveling back and forth. "Harry! HARRY!"

The book forgotten, Tony rushed through the bookstore, his eyes scanning the aisles as he passed them. His eyes narrowed into tunnel vision, his ear vaguely registering Sirius' shouts behind him. It seemed like hours, but realistically it could have only been moments when Tony spotted Harry, seated on a small stool in an area set aside for children. Taz became visible beside his son as Tony folded to his knees and hugged Harry tight.

"Did you get lost, Papa?" Harry patted his head reassuringly.

"I did, bambino!" Tony huffed as he heard Sirius thunder up behind him. "I guess I got a little distracted. '

Leaning towards him, Harry kissed Tony on the head. "It's okay, Papa, I was reading a story to Taz."

"That's my good boy," Tony assured him as he tried to slow his racing heart, Sirius planting his hands on his shoulders.

Harry patted Tony's cheek and went back to his book, a tiny frown wrinkling his forehead as he worked to decipher the words on the page, Taz listening to every word. Taking deep breaths, Tony forced the panic that had taken over his senses away and wasn't sure whether he was holding Sirius up or vice versa. This was one of those times Tony wondered if he was cut out for fatherhood.

As he stood up, Tony leaned back against Sirius and accepted the arm slung around his waist. A little girl, black hair done in tight curls and big, brown eyes sat down on a stool beside Harry's and gave him a small smile as he continued to read. Harry shied away for a moment, but when the girl didn't try to hit him or take away his book, he relaxed and turned the book slightly so his new listener could see the pictures. Tony had just gotten his heart rate back to normal when he heard a bit of commotion from the front of the store.

"Aurelia! Aurelia!" A male voice shouted and Tony turned his head to exchange a look with Sirius.

The frantic voice grew louder, and Tony watched as a man skidded around the end of the nearest aisle in a familiar state of panic. He and Sirius both pointed to the quietly reading children, their own panic still very fresh. The man's dark complected face reddened as his eyes narrowed at the little girl, who looked up with wide eyes. The man stepped in front of Tony and lifted her in a rougher manner than Tony considered necessary, hauling her into his arms.

"Aurelia! I told you to stay beside me! Can't you ever follow instructions!"

The man brushed passed Sirius as he stomped away, the little girl now crying in his arms. Tony glanced at Harry, only to find him watching with frightened eyes, his face pale, and his bottom lip trembling. His heart clenching, Tony reached down and scooped Harry into his arms, book and all. His son buried his face in Tony's neck, a shudder running through the little boy.

"Shh, bambino, you are not in trouble," Tony crooned in Harry's ear, "you did exactly what I asked you to and I'm glad you found such a great place to sit and wait for Sirius and I."

"Man mad, Papa."

"Yes, and maybe it was just because he was scared, little one," Tony patted his back as Sirius carded a hand through his hair. "But I'm not mad at you and neither is Daddy, baby boy."

"Not a baby," Harry grumbled, but his arms tightened around Tony's neck.

Tony huffed a laugh and snuggled Harry closer. "Let's grab you a couple books, bambino, and then we can go walk through the pet shop. I think Padfoot needs a new chew toy."

Harry's snickers were like a balm to his ragged nerves and Tony drew a deep breath. Sirius wrapped his arms around both of them with a good-natured growl at Tony's words. Sirius pressed a kiss to Tony's cheek and then Harry's head as Tony leaned into him. They had accomplished quite a few things today and he was thankful Harry was such a well-behaved little boy, as Tony wasn't sure how he'd have dealt with a tantrum.

They would need to look for a pediatrician and a mind healer who specialized in abused children for Harry to speak to, both in Malibu and New York. Tony wanted his son – their son – to have the best start to the rest of his life he could. Dumbledore, Voldemort, and whoever else fate might throw at them; they would be prepared. Tony was determined that Harry would grow up strong, healthy, and well-adjusted, but he'd also know how to fight for what he wanted.

Allowing Harry to get down and show Sirius which books he wanted, Tony watched fondly as the two interacted. Tomorrow were the interviews and Saturday the charity gala for the Maria Stark Foundation, then they could take a few days to relax. The magical modifications for the communication mirror would start in a couple of weeks and Tony was itching to improve the cellular phone SI would be putting out. Technology improvements, learning more about their abilities, and getting a schedule set up with time spent on both coasts.

Tony hadn't even missed his old playboy lifestyle – he hadn't had time.

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