Chapter 5

After the plates were cleared, and bellies were full, everyone turned back to the book.

Chapter Five: The Whomping Willow

James and Sirius looked at Remus, smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.

Remus glared for a moment, before rolling his eyes at them.

The next morning Harry got up early and went outside. Sitting under the shade of a large tree, Harry pulled out his phone and, wondering what was going on in the muggle world, he went onto his local news network.

Search for Stark Continues

The United States government continues to search for billionaire Toni Stark.

Two week ago Toni Stark's convoy was attacked, after giving a weapons demonstration out in the deserts of Afghanistan. The attack left 10 dead and 6 wounded. Toni Stark was not however among the survivors nor the dead. We do know though that she was part of the convoy when it was attacked. It is unclear as to who was behind the attack, as no one is claiming responsibility.

Harry looked up from his reading. She was missing?

Harry, along with several others around the hall, looked at Toni in concern. Those at the Avengers' table among them.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley called, snapping Harry from his train of thought. "Breakfast."

The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for Harry's liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at the Burrow had been the happiest of his life. He was trying not to think of the article he had read a couple weeks ago. But whenever his mind wasn't occupied with something, then it would pop right back to the forefront of his mind.

"Harry, don't worry about it." Toni said, "it's not your job to worry about me. It's mine and Steve's, and James and Lily's responsibility. Okay?"

"But if you're always worrying about me, who's looking out for you?" Harry said.

Toni's next words got stuck in her throat. Thankfully, Steve came to her rescue. "We look out for each other."

Toni finally got her words unstuck, "And no one goes without."

"Ohana means family." Natasha said.

"And family means, no gets left behind," Clint picked up, "Or forgotten."

Their sincerity hit Harry like a truck. Silently, tears made tracks down his face. He wiped them away, silently scolding himself for crying. He had cried more in the last two days than he had in the last seven years.

It was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Privet Drive.

"You really are lucky Ron." Harry said. "All the money in the world can not buy what you have. A family who loves you."

Ron looked at his siblings and parents, and smiled.

"You have a family who loves you too Harry." Lily said, coming over to give Harry a hug.

Harry took a moment and buried his face in his mom's shoulder. The scent coming off of her, bringing back flashes of memories. Of happier times.

Lily felt the tears hit her neck, as Harry was hit with flashes of memories. Lily sat with him, rubbing his back for a few minutes.

On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.

As tired as Harry was, he just couldn't fall asleep. His mind, like a hive of activity. After 45 minutes, he decided that there's nothing for it, and sat up.

Harry pulls out his laptop, and then pulls the article about Toni Stark's kidnapping up. Taking the time to actually read the whole thing. Harry spends the next two hours researching what had happened.

"Harry, are you going to do what I think you are going to do?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I'm shocked." Harry said in mock offense. "You've known me for how long, and you haven't figured out when I'm going to do something decidedly Gryffindor?"

Hermione pursed her lips, and narrowed her eyes at Harry, as though telling him, 'I'm watching you.'

Harry couldn't see how eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added.

"I love magic." Harry sighed fondly.

"Isn't it great?" Ron said, smiling.

"Mm-hm."

"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to Harry as he opened the trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily.

"Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said, dangerously.

Mr. Weasley looked anywhere, but at his wife.

Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Mr. Weasley went next; Fred and George followed.

"I'll take Ginny and you two come right after us," Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Ron, grabbing Ginny's hand and setting off. In the blink of an eye they were gone.

"Let's go together, we've only got a minute," Ron said to Harry.

CRASH.

Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backward; Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; people all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, "What in blazes d'you think you're doing?"

"Lost control of the trolley," Harry gasped, clutching his ribs as he got up. Ron ran to pick up Hedwig, who was causing such a scene that there was a lot of muttering about cruelty to animals from the surrounding crowd.

"Why can't we get through?" Harry hissed to Ron.

"I dunno -"

"My money is on Dobby." said Tracy Davis.

"Either Dobby did something, or it's because of the promise you made to him during the summer." Said Blaise Zabini, nodding in agreement.

"Probably." Harry said.

"I still say Malfoy had something to do with it." Ron said.

"I think we'd better go and wait by the car," said Harry. "We're attracting too much atten-"

"Harry!" said Ron, his eyes gleaming. "The car!"

"Oh, no you don't." Mrs. Weasley warned. "Touch that car, and you'll-you'll" Mrs. Weasley thought of what she could use as a punishment, when her eyes landed on her twin sons. "Or you'll be cleaning out your twin brothers' bedroom."

"Yea- wait, what?!" Fred squawked.

"No, no, no. Mom, not our room." said George.

"Make him clean Ginny's!" Cried Fred.

"But please Mom. Please, not our room." Pleaded George.

"Yes, your room," said Mrs. Weasley. "So if the two of you want to keep your brother out of your room and away from your belongings, then you will keep an eye on him, and AWAY FROM THAT CAR."

"Fine." Fred and George mumbled.

"What about it?"

"We can fly the car to Hogwarts!"

"But I thought -"

"We're stuck, right? And we've got to get to school, haven't we? And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if it's a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy -"

"Really Ron," said Hermione. "'Restriction of Thingy? You grew up in the wizarding world, and you don't know that it's called the Restriction of Underaged Sorcery?"

"I knew that." Ron said, in a way that made it obvious that he didn't. "I was just testing you."

Clint could be seen writing something down, in a notebook that he had pulled from an inside pocket.

There was a moment where Harry weighed the pros and cons.

"Ah, come on Harry," James whined. "Now is not the time for science."

"Now is the time to rev that engine and take to the skies." Said Sirius.

"So there's not a time for science? Since when?" Peter asked Shuri.

"They're wizards." Shuri shrugged.

Pro, they'll get to school.

"Eh." Shrugged James and Sirius. Which earned them a smack on the back of their heads from Lily and Remus respectively.

Con, if they get caught, they will get in so much trouble.

"Yes, you will." Lily said.

Pro, It'll be fun.

"Yes!" James and Sirius crowed.

"Take us with you!" Cried Fred and George.

'You know what, screw it. Let's pull some G's!' Harry thought, as a smile began to creep onto his face.

"Yes!" Reverberated off the walls.

"Huh, Starks." Clints sighed, rolling his eyes good naturedly.

Harry's feeling of panic turned suddenly to excitement.

"Can you fly it?"

"Ha, Can I fly it…?" Ron scoffed.

"Can you though?" Said Nott.

"Of course I can." Said Ron. Offended that anyone would even suggest that.

"Let's go," said Ron's voice from his right.

And the ground and the dirty buildings on either side fell away, dropping out of sight as the car rose; in seconds, the whole of London lay, smokey and glittering, below them.

Then there was a popping noise and the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared.

"Uh-oh," said Ron, jabbing at the Invisibility Booster. "It's faulty -"

"I knew I was forgetting something." Mr. Weasley muttered to himself. Unfortunately for him, his wife heard him.

She made a note to remove the steering wheel when they got home. And anything else that she made "need" to, to keep it from going anywhere.

"Dip back down again - quickly -"

They dropped back beneath the clouds and twisted around in their seats, squinting at the ground.

"I can see it!" Harry yelled. "Right ahead - there!"

It was as though they had been plunged into a fabulous dream. This, thought Harry, was surely the only way to travel - past swirls and turrets of snowy cloud, in a car full of hot, bright sunlight, with a fat pack of toffees in the glove compartment, and the prospect of seeing Fred's and George's jealous faces when they landed smoothly and spectacularly on the sweeping lawn in front of Hogwarts castle.

Harry and Ron looked over at Fred and George, and sure enough, they were looking mighty jealous.

Ron put his foot on the accelerator and drove them upward again, but as he did so, the engine began to whine.

Harry and Ron looked at each other nervously. They at least hoped that they didn't land in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances.

"It's probably just tired," said Ron. "It's never been this far before…."

And they both pretended not to notice the whining growing louder and louder as the sky became steadily darker. Stars were blossoming in the blackness. Harry pulled his sweater back on, trying to ignore the way the windshield wipers were now waving feebly, as though in protest.

"Not far," said Ron, more to the car than to Harry, "not far now," and he patted the dashboard nervously.

They were over the lake - the castle was right ahead - Ron put his foot down.

There was a loud clunk, a splutter, and the engine died completely.

"Uh-oh," said Ron, into the silence.

"WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!" Harry bellowed,

Laughter burst out of half of the people in the hall.

"George, George. George of the Jungle. WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!" sang the Muggle raised students and several people at the Avengers table.

"Who's 'George of the Jungle'?" Asked George.

"He's a fictional character from a Muggle movie." Hermione explained.

"I'll figure something out." Harry said.

"Movie night?" Hermione asked, in increasing excitement.

"If I get my way," said Harry.

lunging for the steering wheel, but too late -

CRUNCH.

"Are you okay?" Harry said urgently.

"My wand," said Ron, in a shaky voice. "Look at my wand -"

It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on by a few splinters.

Ron paled dangerously. He reached for his wand in his pocket, to reassure himself that it was still there and most definitely NOT broken.

Ron gasped, staring through the windshield, and Harry looked around just in time to see a branch as thick as a python smash into it. The tree they had hit was attacking them. Its trunk was bent almost double, and its gnarled boughs were pummeling every inch of the car it could reach.

"Oh," Harry whispered, though it was still heard by all. "That's what it meant by 'The Whomping Willow'."

Ron didn't react much, he was still traumatized over the fact that his future self had broken his wand.

"We're done for!" He moaned as the ceiling sagged, but suddenly the floor of the car was vibrating - the engine had restarted.

"Reverse!" Harry yelled, and the car shot backward; the tree was still trying to hit them; they could hear its roots creaking as it almost ripped itself up, lashing out at them as they sped out of reach.

"That," panted Ron, "was close. Well done, car -"

The car, however, had reached the end of its tether. With two sharp clunks, the doors flew open and Harry felt his seat tip sideways: Next thing he knew he was sprawled on the damp ground. Loud thuds told him that the car was ejecting their luggage from the trunk; Hedwig's cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with an angry screech and sped off toward the castle without a backward look. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily.

"Its," Clint exclaimed dramatically, "ALIVE!"

Thor, who had seen Young Frankenstein when it first came out, in the spirit of camaraderie, and a bit of mischief, caused a bolt of lightning to light up the sky just outside the windows to the Great Hall. The thunder that followed was almost playful.

"Really Clint?" Natasha said, holding her hand up to her ear. "Right in my ear."

"Ah, sorry." Clint winced.

It wasn't at all the triumphant arrival they had pictured. Stiff, cold, and bruised, they seized the ends of their trunks and began dragging them up the grassy slope, toward the great oak front doors.

"I think the feast's already started," said Ron, dropping his trunk at the foot of the front steps and crossing quietly to look through a brightly lit window. "Hey - Harry - come and look - it's the Sorting!"

Harry hurried over and, together, he and Ron peered in at the Great Hall.

"Hang on…"Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table…. Where's Snape?"

"Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully.

"Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Art job again!"

"Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically.

The majority of the students got wistful looks on their faces, as they hoped and longed for their most hated teacher to be fired.

Snape and the Slytherins surrounding Malfoy glared and glowered at everyone else.

"I mean, everyone hates him -"

"Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

"What flowers would you like?" Seamus said, placing his hand on Ron's shoulder.

"Flowers?" Ron asked. "What?"

"For your funeral."

"...The Bleeding Heart." Ron said after a moment of staring at Seamus. "According to Neville, it is the official funeral flower of Tibet."

"It also is used in several different, valuable potions." said Snape, after a moment of excruciating silence of the hall just staring at Ron.

"So," he said softly, "the train isn't good enough for the famous Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasley.

"Side-KICK!" Dean exclaimed.

The muggle raised students pretended to be blown back from the force of Dean's yell, followed by them laughing.

Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we, boys?"

"Bang!" Zacherius Smith yelled, miming a gun.

"No, sis, it was the barrier at King's Cross, it -"

"Harry, did you just call Snape "Sis'?" Lee Jordan asked through barely contained laughter.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his eyes wide. He was giving off an impression of such innocence it could only be fake.

With that, the students couldn't take it any more. They started laughing, and no amount of effort on McGonagall's part could get them to stop.

However, the real lost causes were James and Sirius. Remus, bless his heart, tried to be an adult for all of five seconds, but then he had looked at Snape's face and had seen the constipated look he was sporting, and he lost it.

"Silence!" said Snape coldly. "What have you done with the car?"

"You asked them a question." Dr. Strange said. "It makes no sense that you wouldn't allow them to answer you."

People jumped, looking like they were doing a wave. They had completely forgotten that he was even there.

Ron gulped. This wasn't the first Snape had given Harry the impression of being able to read minds.

But a moment later, he understood, as Snape unrolled today's issue of the evening Prophet.

"I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow," Snape went on.

"That tree did more damage to us than we -" Ron blurted out.

"Silence!" snapped Snape anain.

"Again with not letting your students explain their side of the story," said Wong, shaking his head sadly.

"You really are a bad teacher." T'Challa said.

"What my brother means is, we got a taste of your bad teaching from the first book, but this is just proving it even more." Shuri cut in.

"Hey James," Sirius said, a snicker in his voice, pointing at the book. "Snape snapped."

James tried to fight it, but he quickly lost the battle, and started to quietly snicker along with Sirius.

"Most unfortunately, you are not in my House and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power. You will wait here."

"Oh I'm really glad I asked the hat to not place me in Slytherin." Harry muttered.

"Me too," said Ron.

Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough it was Ms. McGonagall who accompanied him. Harry had seen Ms. McGonagall angry on several occasions, but either he had forgotten just how thin her mouth could go, or he had never seen her this angry before. She raised her wand the moment she entered; Harry and Ron both flinched, but she merely pointed it at the empty fireplace, where flames suddenly erupted.

"Sit," she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire.

"Explain," she said, her glasses glinting ominously.

Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through.

There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it.

"You really haven't grown up at all in twelve years." James shook his head in disgust. "You're still the immature kid that I went to school with. Grow up."

"Oh, like you're some beacon of maturity." Snape sneered.

"...I'm 21." James said slowly. One eyebrow raised, "You're what, 31, 32? Grow up."

"He has a point, Severus." Lily said.

Snape's mouth dropped. To hear that Lily agreed with James on this, it was too much. And it caused his bitterness towards Potter to increase that much more.

There stood the headmaster, Dumbledore.

Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them,

"I wonder how Dumbledore's nose got that broken?" Lavender Brown commented.

and Harry suddenly found himself wishing he and Ron were still being beaten up by the Whomping Willow.

Ron opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Harry jumped in first.

"Before you give out any punishments," Harry said quickly, "you should keep in mind that when we took the car, it was neither on school property nor had the school year officially started. So you can't punish us for anything that we had done that wasn't on school grounds, and before school had officially started.

"And officially, the school year doesn't start until the first classes start tomorrow morning." Harry reasoned.

"He has a point, Minerva," said Sprout.

"Yeah," cried the Gryffindors.

McGonagall closed her eyes and sighed through her nose.

The teachers looked at Harry for a moment or two as they thought over his words. When they realized that he was right.

"While you are right of course, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. Harry and Ron looked at each other, the beginnings of hopeful looks spreading on their faces. "However, the two of you did damage a historical magical tree in your landing."

And with that, their faces fell.

"I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you."

Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled. He cleared his throat and said, "Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree - surely acts of this nature -"

"But, surely Mr. Snape," Harry said, in mock hurt. "Surely you don't really want us to go?

"Why, who would you yell at? Who would you take points from?" said Ron, wiping away a fake tear.

"Who will put out the fires?" Hermione asked, in all seriousness.

"I'm sure I'll manage." Snape said, through clench teeth. Glaring holes into all three of their heads.

With that Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the hall burst out laughing. It was Hermione that did them in. The reminder of her setting Snape on fire in her first year.

"It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys' punishments, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "They are in her House and are therefore her responsibility." He turned to McGonagall. "I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I've got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, there's a delicious-looking custard tart I want to sample -"

Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Ms. McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle.

"You'd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, you're bleeding."

"Not much," said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve. "Ms., I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted -"

"The Sorting Ceremony is over," said Ms. McGonagall. "Your sister is also in Gryffindor."

The Weasleys and Gryffindors broke out into celebrations.

"Oh, congratulations sweetheart." Mrs. Weasley said, beaming at her youngest.

"Congratulations, Pumpkin." said Mr. Weasley, giving Ginny a fatherly hug, beaming all the while.

"Now all of the Weasleys are in Gryffindor." Charlie chuckled.

Bill rubbed the top of Ginny's head, causing her to swat at his hands. Laughs were exchanged at the look Ginny gave her eldest brother.

"Oh, good," said Ron.

"And speaking of Gryffindor -" McGonagall said sharply, but Harry cut in: "Ma'am, remember, when we took the car, term hadn't started, so - so Gryffindor shouldn't really have points taken from it - should it?" he finished, watching her anxiously.

McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway.

The Gryffindors held their breaths, as they waited for the verdict.

"I will not take any points from Gryffindor," she said,

And with that, all of the Gryffindors all let their breaths go. Sounding like wind coming into a car through a window that's been opened just a crack, at high speeds.

and Harry's heart lightened considerably. "But you will both get detention."

Harry and Ron's shoulders dropped.

"It could be worse." Harry said.

"Yeah." Ron sighed.

It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledore's writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well they'd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadn't squashed him flat.

"The more I hear about the Dursleys, the more I hate them." Ron growled, just as loud as his stomach would when he's hungry.

This sentiment was shared with many in the hall.

"I thought we'd had it," he said, grabbing a sandwich.

"So did I," said Harry, taking one, too.

"Can you believe our luck, though?" said Ron thickly through a mouthful of chicken and ham. "Fred and George must've flown that car five or six times

Mrs. Weasley slowly turned to look at her twin sons, "Excuse me?"

Fred and George stubbornly refused to look at their mother. Mrs. Weasley then turned to look at her husband.

"Arthur," she said dangerously, "did you know about this?"

"Of course not, Molly." Mr. Weasley said, genuinely disappointed. "I promise I had no idea that they were doing that."

Mrs. Weasley turned back to her sons. "We will be discussing this at home."

"Yes, Ma'am." Fred and George mumbled into their plates.

and no Muggle ever saw them." He swallowed and took another huge bite. "Why couldn't we get through the barrier?"

Harry shrugged. "We'll have to watch our step from now on, though," he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. "Wish we could've gone to the feast…."

"She didn't want us showing off," said Ron sagely. "Doesn't want people to think it's clever, arriving by flying car."

"I wonder why?" McGonagall said as sarcastically as she possibly could. And given the fact that she is James' godmother, AND The Queen of Sass. That is saying a lot.

"There you are! Where have you been? The most Ridiculous rumors - someone said you'd been expelled for crashing a flying car -"

"Well, we haven't been expelled," Harry assured her.

"Thank you Captain Obvious!" Hermione said.

"You're welcome, Lieutenant Sarcasm." Harry said seriously, giving her a salute. He then promptly started snickering.

"You're not telling me you did fly here?" said Hermione, sounding almost as severe as McGonagall.

"Skip the lecture," said Ron impatiently, "and tell us the new password."

"Its 'wattlebird,'" said Hermione impatiently, "but that's not the point -"

Her words were cut off short, however, as the portrait of the fat lady swung open and there was a sudden storm of clapping. It looked as though the whole of Gryffindor House was still awake, packed into the circular common room, standing on the lopsided tables and squashy armchairs, waiting for them to arrive. Arms reached through the portrait hole to pull Harry and Ron inside, leaving Hermione to scramble in after them.

"Brilliant!" yelled Lee Jordan. "Inspired! What an entrance! Flying a car right into the Whomping Willow, people'll be talking about that one for years -"

"Good for you," said a fifth year Harry had never spoken to; someone was patting him on the back as though he'd just won a marathon; Fred and George pushed their way to the front of the crowd and said together, "Why couldn't we've come in the car, eh?"

Ron and Harry grinned at each other.

"Sorry boys." Fred said, apologetically.

"But Mom's orders were clear. You are not to touch that car without her or Dad." said George.

"We weren't-" Ron said.

"We know those looks." Fred said.

"No, means no." said George.

Harry and Ron pouted into their goblets. Hermione patted their hands.

Ron grinned guiltily at Harry.

"I know I shouldn't've enjoyed that or anything, but -"

The dormitory door flew open and in came the other second year Gryffindor boys, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom.

"Unbelievable!" beamed Seamus.

"Cool," said Dean.

"Amazing," said Neville, awestruck.

Harry couldn't help it. He grinned, too.

"Not even your Dad, Remus and I, had an entrance like that." Sirius said, shaking his grinning. "I'm a little jealous."

"What about sixth year?" Remus asked.

"...What about it?" Sirius said.

"You hadn't done your homework over the summer, and wanted a way out of it?" said James.

"Oh yeah." Sirius said, as he mentally recalled the event.

"Are you going to share with the class?" Luna said, but she smiled like she already knew what had happened.

Sirius opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, our hosts appeared and hurriedly said, "Don't! It'll ruin the surprise!"

Sirius smirked, and in the right light it almost looked like he was sharing an inside joke with the two in cloaks.

As the others were sleeping, Ron was snoring like Uncle Vernon's old chainsaw,

"What?" Ron asked, affronted. "I don't snore."

"Yes you do." Fred nods.

"The house shakes every night," said George.

"It's like sleeping underneath a dragon." piped Ginny.

"Ron," Harry said, "take this from someone who sleeps in the bed next to yours. You snore."

Ron looked at the other first year Gryffindor boys, looking for backup. But found none. They just told him what all the others had already told him.

He snores.

Harry reached into his trunk and pulled out his laptop, and continued his search for Toni Stark.

"Harry." Toni said.

Harry looked at her, "You're my mother. How could I not look for you?"

Toni gave Harry a hug and kiss on the forehead, that he only barely flinched from.