Chapter 1

Everything that is underlined is plot that I added or changed to the official books.

Everyone wandered back into the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry and Neville decided to sit with their friends that morning. However they weren't the only ones who decided to sit with their friends. The Patil twins were sitting with each other at the Ravenclaw table, Daphne and her friend Tracy Davis were sitting with the Gryffindors. Several others were not sitting at their house tables.

After breakfast, Malfoy let himself be heard across the hall.

"Potter, have you decided what you are going to ask from me, or not?" Malfoy said importantly.

Harry stood up, and said in a formal voice, "I have decided. However, as you may already know, I will have to settle this debt with the Head of House Malfoy. And not his heir."

Malfoy went to argue this, as he didn't want his father to know that he had messed up so badly, that their House now owes a debt to House Potter.

"You know the rules Malfoy, and so do I." Harry said, seriously.

Madam Bones stood up, "Before we start," she said, "We need to deal with Peter Pettigrew."

James growled as the cage that held Wormtail was brought out.

Their hosts appeared, "Allow us." Shadow Lightning said, before a chair appeared.

The aurors forced the rat back into his human form, and sat him down in the chair. As soon as he sat down, chains sprang into existence and wrapped themselves around the short fat man.

"You're not going to torture him, in front of the kids are you?" Clint asked, slightly worried.

"No." Bones said, "We have ways of getting suspects to talk, without the use of violence."

Light Renewer pulled out a bottle of Veritaserum out of a pocket in the cloak, and handed it to the aurors. Moody proceeded to test the potion just to make sure it is what they assumed it is. When he was satisfied, he stomped forward, and poured three drops onto Pettigrew's tongue.

"What is your name and date of birth?" Moody asked.

"Peter Pettigrew. September 9th, 1978." Pettigrew said, in a monotone voice.

Moody nodded to Madam Bones to proceed. Many of the people at the Avengers table looked on in either intrigue, or horror. Then there were those like Thor, Loki, Natasha, Luna and Bucky, who looked non-pulsed.

"Were you the Potter's secret keeper?" Madam Bones asked.

"Yes."

"Did you tell You-Know-Who where to find them?"

"Yes."

"Are you a Death Eater?" asked Sirius, growling. It's been eating away at him for years. Why did he betray them?

The aurors looked at him, disapprovingly for interrupting them.

"Yes."

Everyone looked at Pettigrew in shock. Sirius, Remus and the Potters quickly shook off their shock, and glared and growled at him. Moody pulled out his wand, and with a wave, the sleeve on Pettigrew's left arm was ripped off, to reveal the dark mark. For all to see.

"Were you a spy for your master?"

"Yes."

"Are you the one who blew up the street, killing twelve muggles, when Sirius Black had confronted you?"

"Yes."

After a moment, Madam Bones said, "I think we will continue this interrogation at a later date." She then turned to their hosts, "Could you place him in a cell in the dungeons?"

"Of course." came the reply from the hooded figures.

With that, both the two persons in cloaks, and the prisoner, disappeared.

"Why did you want to continue the interrogation later?" a first year Gyffindor asked.

"Because there are questions that I couldn't ask in front of children." she said.

Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Many who had heard of the Chamber, began to whisper at the possibilities. Hagrid on the other hand, he jerked back so violently, that the head table jumped forward at least four feet.

"Hagrid, are you okay?" Harry asked in concern.

Hagrid shook his head, looking a little sick.

Chapter one: The Worst Birthday

As soon as Harry got to the Dursleys, and he got to his bedroom, he pulled out his trunk, pulled out his laptop, and began to research his birth parents.

He first looked up his father. However, the search kept bringing up Steve Rogers and how he became Captain America. And something about being 'The Man With a Plan'?

Steve groaned and put his head in his hands. Bucky laughed as he remembered that.

"What? What's so funny?" Clint asked.

Bucky went to tell them, but Steve reached forward, and with lightning speed clamped his hand over Bucky's mouth. Everyone stared at this in bewilderment.

"Oh, now I really want to know." Toni said, grinning. "What is all that about?"

"It's nothing." Steve said quickly. Too quickly.

Bucky's eyes sparkled mischievously. Bucky looked right at Steve's team mates and tried to tell them that he'll tell them later with just his eyes. They seemed to understand, because they were smiling at him behind Steve's back.

But Harry knew that that wasn't possible, because he had died in 1945. After four hours of searching, Harry decided to put his search on his father on hold, and focus on his mother.

He found article after article about the famed Toni Stark. He found out that Toni Stark is a successful business woman, who owns Stark Industries. A multi-billion dollar international company that sells weapons to the military. While the main bulk of the company operates out of America, there are branches all over the world, there is also an office in London. Further research showed that there was going to be a Stark Expo in London on July 15th.

Those that had no idea who Toni Stark is, were looking at her in a new light.

Harry spent four days trying to write a letter to Toni Stark. Finally after writing and throwing away so many letters, he finally had a letter that he felt was acceptable.

Dear Toni Stark,

My name is Harry Potter, and I'll be twelve on July 31st. Recently I learned that I was adopted. When I looked further into who my birth parents are, I found out that my mother's name was Antonia Maria Stark. I know that this must be a shock to you, to hear from the child that you put up for adoption.

If it is convenient, I would greatly like to meet you. I heard that you will be doing an expo here at the end of the month. Please write back soon.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Putting it in an envelope, Harry put it on his desk.

The next morning, he got up extra early, just to make sure that he got it to the mailman without the Dursleys noticing. Once that was done, he waited. He did his homework, and when he was finished with that, he worked on his self proclaimed project. To bring modern technology to Hogwarts.

Toni was confused, "I never got any letter from you Harry."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"You sure you didn't-" Clint asked.

"Don't even finish that sentence." Toni said crossly. "I would have remembered getting a letter from someone claiming to be my kid."

In New York City, two weeks before the London Expo was to take place, Obadiah Stane sat in a meeting with the board of directors of Stark Industries. He watched as Toni Stark sat in the CEO's chair, reclined in the chair. He always disapproved of her way of leading the company, and her laid back approach. He tightened his grip on the letter that Harry had written under the table.

Toni gets so much mail, both hate mail and from admirers, that some of her mail goes through Stane. He always knew that Howards pet project was going to come back and bite him in the ass. He had to stop this. Now.

"Stane, if you so much as touch a single hair on Harry's head…" Toni growled, angrily.

Four days before the expo, Harry finally got a letter back.

Dear Harry Potter,

I am writing to you on behalf of Miss Stark, as she is a busy woman. Please find a VIP pass to the expo inclosed inside the envelope. Please meet me and Miss Stark at the Stark Expo in London at seven o'clock, just give your name to one of the security guards.

Miss Stark and I look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely,

Obadiah Stane

President of Stark Industries

"Harry, whatever Stane says, don't believe him." Toni said, looking at Harry seriously. "Whatever he says, is a lie."

On July 15th at 5:30 pm, Harry checked to make sure that he was presentable before he left the house, and walked down to the end of the street, where his taxi picked him up to take him to the expo.

Arriving at the expo, Harry had half an hour before the time that he was to meet with Mr. Stane and his mother. He walked around until the allotted time.

"Bucky, remember the expo in the forties?" Steve asked, wistfully.

"Yeah. That car was impressive." Bucky said, grinning, with a glint in his eyes.

"Please don't bring that up again." Toni said, exasperated. "I already said that I'd work on it."

When there was only five minutes until the meeting, Harry approached the security guard, gave him his name, and then followed the tall man back to a room backstage that was labeled as a 'Green Room'.

"Wait here. They'll be with you shortly." the guard said.

Harry sat on one of the couches and patiently waited. Well, patiently for an eleven year old. He looked around the room with interest, at everything the room had to offer. He was just about to get up and explore a little, when the door opened and a bald man with a gray beard entered.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." the man said, sitting on the couch opposite Harry, "I'm Obadiah Stane."

Toni growled when Stane showed up.

"I thought that-"

"Miss Stark couldn't be here. She's a very busy woman, she sends her regards though."

"You never told me about the meeting, you bastard!" Toni yelled.

"Okay…"

"You know when I read your letter, I could hardly believe it. I never thought that the kid that Toni gave up would come calling." Stane said. He then reached into his inside breast pocket. "Here I want to show you something."

He pulled out a photograph and handed it to Harry. Turning it around, he saw that it was a picture of who Harry now knows to be Howard Stark, his grandfather, smiling at the camera. He was holding a sleeping blonde baby in his arms, and in the background was a teenage girl with her arms crossed as she was glaring at Howard.

"I remember that day," Toni said, frowning, "Howard was showing you off like you were a prized pony."

Steve frowned. How did you change so much Howard?

"You know, I'd really thought that you'd keep that blonde hair." Stane said.

"When we adopted you," James explained, "we gave you a blood adoption potion."

"What does a blood adoption potion do exactly?" Bruce asked.

"It changes your genetics on a fundamental level. It adds the new parent or parents to the child's genes. So that biologically, Harry has four parents. Me and James, and Toni and Steve.

"So it changed the way you looked somewhat, however it didn't change the way you look completely." Lily said.

"We were worried that some of the Pure-blood elites would make a fuss about you being adopted, so we put a glamor charm on you to make you look the way you do now." James explained.

"We had done it so that it would naturally fall when you turn eighteen." said Lily.

"If you want, we could remove it for you now?" James said slowly.

Harry sat and thought about it. "I think I'm going to wait."

"Okay." James and Lily said, smiling softly.

He then reached into a box sitting on the coffee table between them, and pulled out a Cuban cigar.

"That picture was taken a week before Toni tossed you. Toni had given you up the day after her parents died. She couldn't get rid of you fast enough." Stane said, inspecting the cigar he held in his hand. He seemed to not care in the slightest that he was crushing all of Harry's hopes and dreams. He was more interested in his cigar.

"That's a lie!" Toni shouted.

"Toni?" Steve asked.

"I put you up for adoption on the same day that they died. In fact, they died hours after I gave you to the adoption agency." Toni said, determined to make sure that Harry understood.

"Obadiah Stane is a liar, a thief, and a Terrorist. Everything he says is a lie." Toni said. "Please Harry. Please understand that Howard was the only reason that I gave you up."

Harry slowly nodded his head.

Harry's eyes became blurry. He dropped the photo, and ran. Out of the room, through the expo, and to the street, where he hailed a cab, and went back to Privet Drive.

"Harry…" was spoken softly by many, feeling sympathy for him.

From that point forward, Harry was determined to prove himself. To show Toni Stark that she was wrong to give him up.

Driven by spite, Harry threw himself into merging technology and magic. A week after the meeting with Stane, Harry was in his room working on his project. He wasn't getting anywhere with it, and in frustration tossed it down onto his desk, and walked away. Needing to take a break.

Harry left Privet Drive, and walked down to the park. Sitting down on one of the swings, he sat there for a few minutes, looking out at the houses surrounding the park, thinking about the Dursleys that were back at their house, probably having lunch right about now. The Dursleys don't want me, my so called friends at school can't even be bothered to send me a letter. Harry looked down at his feet as he was plagued by the thoughts that he has been trying to ignore all summer, Not even my birth mother wants me.

"Harry, that's not true." Toni said sadly.

"We love you." Hermione said.

Harry smiled appreciatively.

He stared at the ground, watching as a tiny stream pulled a small leaf down it. When, suddenly, it hit him.

Streams flow. Flow.

Harry raced back to the Dursleys house, up the stairs, and into his room. Going to his desk, he excitedly pulled the phone towards him again. And, in less than a minute, Harry had it. The trick is to not force it, to let it flow.

"Now you've got it." Shuri says grinning.

The next day, he went to Diagonally to test it. He turned it on before stepping into the pub, and left it on as he walked around the ally. Periodically checking the phone. Sitting inside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, Harry pulled it out, and ran a diagnostics scan on it. And it came back all green.

Harry was so excited that he hurriedly finished his ice cream, and ran to the nearest computer store, where he bought all he would need to build his own tech, from scratch.

He then spent the next two days, pulling an all nighter, to finish it. He went to bed that night very happy.

Toni shook her head, smiling as she thought, This kid is more like me than anyone thought. Ha! Take that Howard!

On the 27th of July, Harry dressed up in his best clothes, and made his way to Gringotts.

When he got to a teller, he waited patiently for the Goblin to finish with what he was doing, and to be addressed first. He didn't want to be rude and interrupt the teller. Finally, after waiting ten minutes, the Goblin looked at Harry, doing its best to hide its shock.

"Why would he be shocked?" Peter asked.

"Because people tend to not show them any kind of respect, just because they aren't human." Flickwick explained, frowning.

"Well that's just stupid." Shuri exclaimed, disgusted with these "Wizards".

"Can I help you?" he said, for it was obviously a male goblin.

"I was wondering if I could talk to someone in charge of my vault?" Harry asked politely.

"Name?" he asked Harry.

"Harry Potter."

"Key?"

"I don't have it. I wasn't given it."

"We are going to get it back for you, as soon as we are all done here." Remus said, clearly upset.

"Dumbledore had no right to keep it from you." James said, just as upset as Remus.

"Hm." the goblin hummed. He shuffled some papers around then pushed one forward and said, "Place a drop of your blood onto here."

"Why?" Harry asked, not liking giving his blood to anyone.

"It will tell me if you do, in fact, have a vault with us, or not."

Harry carefully, pricked his finger with the knife that the goblin offered, and placed a drop of his blood on the parchment. The wound healed almost instantly. The goblin then pulled it back towards himself. The parchment shined gold for a moment, then settled.

"A goblin will lead you to the Potter's vaults' manager." the goblin said, signaling to a goblin standing nearby.

The goblin led Harry down a series of hallways, and finally to a large stone door.

"Ragnock, the Goblin King is expecting you." Harry's escort said, opening the impressive door.

Everyone who wasn't James, Lily, Sirius and Remus all looked at them, in shock and awe.

"The Potters control several vaults. Only the goblin king has the authority to oversee that many vaults for one client." James explained.

Harry stepped inside, and saw sitting behind the desk, was a goblin that even sitting down, was taller than the other goblins. His fingers laced together, as he stared at Harry over them.

"Heir Potter, I was expecting you to come and inquire about your vaults last year. In fact, I was expecting you to reply to the Gringott letters we have been sending you ever since your parents' passing." Ragnock said.

"They have?" Harry said , confused.

"Yes Harry," James said, frowning, "After your mum and I pass, Gringotts would send the bank letters to you. Your guardian would have taken care of them for you, until you came of age."

Harry frowned as he thought this over.

"If I find out that Dumbledore is behind this too..." Lily said, coolly.

"I apologize for my lateness, but I never got any of those letters. I never knew that I had a vault, let alone that magic is real until my eleventh birthday." Harry apologizes politely, although slightly confused.

"Hm, in that case, I will personally look into the matter." Ragnock said, offended that someone was tampering with Gringotts business without them knowing.

"I almost feel bad for whoever is at fault." James muttered to his wife.

"Especially if it's Dumbledore." Lily whispered back.

"If it's Dumbledore, then I don't feel bad at all."

"Now, what can Gringotts do for you today?"

"I have a business proposition for you." said Harry, laying out some of the papers that he had with him.

Many looked at Harry in shock.

"You're going to start your own company? At eleven?" Malfoy asked, impressed despite himself.

"While attending Hogwarts last year, I made a startling discovery. The magical world is greatly behind the times. There is no electricity, no wifi, in fact there is no form of modern technology to be found anywhere. When I found this out, I dedicated a portion of my time, in between classes, to rectify this.

"And, just five days ago, I have successfully figured out how to do just that." Harry then went on to explain his discovery.

"So what do you plan on doing with this discovery of yours?" Ragnock asked.

"I want to open a store in Diagonally, that sells modern technology to everyone, at affordable prices. I also want to employ muggle-borns and others who otherwise, have a difficult time finding work all because of their blood not being 'pure'."

Excited whispers broke out in the Hall, mainly coming from the Muggle-borns. Harry was just glad that he figured it out.

Ragnock sat for a moment, jotting down some figures and calculations.

"If you truly want to go through with this plan, there are a few things that you need to be aware of. While the Potter vaults have more than enough money to finance this business venture, you do not have access to those yet. The vault you can access right now is your trust vault. If you want, you could finance this with your trust vault, but you would have to be very careful with your money, until the company starts to see a good amount of profit."

With that, the two of them spent the next four hours hashing out the specifics of Harry's new company.

The muggle-borns and muggle-raised people were very excited about the new tech that they will actually be able to bring and will actually work at Hogwarts.

Toni looked down at Harry, very proud of him.

"There is one more important piece of business that we must address before we can continue." Ragnock said, leveling Harry with a serious look. "Your parents left a message for you a few months before their deaths. It was only to be opened when you came to Gringotts yourself and came to see me. Would you like to see the message?"

"Yes. Please."

Ragnock snapped his fingers and a large silver, shallow looking bowl floated over to the desk, and settled in front of Harry. Ragnock then grabbed the vial that had come over with the large bowl, and poured it into it.

"Your parents left very strict instructions, that this message was for your eyes and ears only. So I will be stepping outside of the room to give you some privacy." Ragnock explained.

Then, giving it a couple shakes, the ghostly like images of James and Lily Potter came out of the bowl, and began to speak.

Many people looked to James and Lily seeking answers to what the message could be.

"There's a reason why we left very strict instructions on how Harry got that message." Lily said.

"What part of, 'Harry's eyes and ears only', do you not understand?" James said, just as seriously as his wife.

...

Harry left Gringotts that day, happy with what they were able to get done today.

With the last couple of hours the shops would be open, Harry went and did a little necessary shopping for himself.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.

Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be - ?"

"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?"

"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.

"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nasitly.

"Those fucking farm animals!" screamed an angry sixth year Hufflepuff.

"Stacy!"

"What?! It's true!"

Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge - and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves.

"Inanimate objects staring at you, never a good sign." Clint comments.

Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floating across the lawn.

"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him.

"Really," Harry said, eyes widening, mouth falling open, the look of complete shock. "You've finally learned the days of the week?"

Everyone chuckled at Harry sass.

The huge eyes blinked and vanished.

"What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.

"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.

"Well done," said Harry. "So you've finally learned the days of the week."

Laughter spread around the hall.

"Harry," Fred laughed.

"There's no need," George chuckled.

"To repeat yourself." they said together.

"No."

Everyone laughed.

"See! He's is an idiot!" Harry laughed.

"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?"

With that, the laughter drained away from everyone in the hall. Well, some of the Slytherins (i.e. Malfoy) and a few other people who just don't like Harry, snickered.

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry coolly.

Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"Why're you staring at the hedge?" he said suspiciously.

"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire," said Harry.

Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face.

"You c-can't - Dad told you you're not to do m-magic - he said he'll chuck you out of the house - and you haven't got anywhere else to go - you haven't got any friends to take you -"

"Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus - squiggly wiggly -"

The hall exploded in laughter. Many at the two additional tables, had tears running down their faces, they were laughing so hard.

"MUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. "MUUUUUM! He's doing you know what!"

Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadn't really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with the soapy frying pan.

"WHAT!" was thundered from every corner of the Hall. Harry looked around, and saw countless faces, absolutely furious. Harry then made a mental note, to "try" and talk down a bunch of both sorcerers and superheroes from killing the Durselys.

Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldn't eat again until he'd finished.

Harry knew he shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself… maybe he didn't have any friends at Hogwarts….

Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face.

"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.

Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Upstairs! Hurry!"

As he passed the door to the living room, caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"Remember, boy - one sound -"

Harry shivered at the left hanging threat. Harry's friends hundled a little closer to him, while his friends and family, especially his parents growled at the book.

Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed.

The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.

Excited whispers broke out, as everyone theorized about who it could possibly be.