For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Tony Stark—billionaire, genius, Iron Man—stood in the middle of Grimmauld Place, looking entirely out of place in his sharp suit and tinted sunglasses. He took them off slowly, revealing his brown eyes—Harry's brown eyes.
But Tony's gaze wasn't what caught his attention.
It was Harry's own reflection in the lenses before Tony tucked them away. His eyes—once simply green—were glowing. A deep, unnatural emerald radiance pulsed within them, as if his magic itself had become visible.
Harry blinked, startled. The glow dimmed slightly but didn't disappear.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Uh… is that a normal wizard thing, or should I be worried that you're about to Hulk out?"
Harry hesitated. He had always been powerful, but since the war, since defeating Voldemort, his magic had felt… different. More alive. More present. The Deathly Hallows had done something to him, but he had never really explored what.
And now, standing in front of his father, his emotions high, his magic unrestrained, it was showing itself in ways he didn't understand.
"I don't know," Harry admitted, his voice quieter than before. "This—this has never happened before."
Tony didn't look scared. If anything, he looked fascinated. "Huh. Well, it's cool as hell, I'll give you that. But let me guess—you have no idea what's causing it?"
Harry shook his head. "No. My eyes have always been green, but this? It's new."
Tony studied him for a moment longer before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck. "You know, I wanted to ask about the magic thing, but now I feel like that's secondary to the glowing eyes situation."
Harry exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. His magic responded immediately, the glow dimming slightly, though not disappearing entirely.
"I think it's tied to my emotions," Harry admitted.
Tony smirked. "Ah. Great. So, what you're telling me is, if I piss you off, you're basically going to go all Sith Lord on me?"
Harry huffed a short laugh. "Something like that."
"Noted. Will proceed with caution." Tony tilted his head. "So, what now? You going to teach me how to use the Force, or do we have bigger emotional breakthroughs to get through first?"
Harry hesitated. He had so many questions—about Tony, about his mother, about why the hell his magic was suddenly manifesting in ways he couldn't explain.
But for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel alone.
Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to figure it out by himself.
"How about both?" Harry said, his glowing emerald eyes meeting Tony's gaze head-on.
Tony grinned. "Now you're talking, kid."