Disclaimer; I do not own Marvel, all characters and likenesses belong to and are creation of Stan Lee, nor do I own Harry Potter, all characters and likenesses belong to and are creation of J.K Rowling.

A/N: So this is something random that popped into my head at 2 am while I was playing an old Harry Potter game on PS2 and I decided, why not?

This is just an introductory chapter, nothing really exciting happens and it's mostly narrative, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Chapter 1: A Little Bit of Kindness.

The first thought Tony Stark had upon waking was; fuck, everything hurts, quickly followed by, where the hell am I?

Soon sensation returned, the splitting headache pounding behind his closed eyes, the cotton dry feeling in his mouth, the aches and stiffness in his limbs and joints, and the horrible pain coming from his right hand and wrist.

Tony groaned and reluctantly opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the late morning sun filtering in through the partially closed curtains of a large bay window.

He turned his head, quickly stopping the motion when it triggered a violent urge to vomit, pausing to wait for the sensation to pass, he took a few deep breaths, his mind becoming more alert.

Moving slowly so as not to feel sick, he sat up, taking in his surroundings. Tony found himself lying on a large plush bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets, the unknown bedroom he was in was large, the expansive space decorated in soft beiges and warm neutral browns with white accents.

A door open to the left showed white linoleum flooring; the ensuite bathroom most likely, while a shut door had to be a closet, there was a beautiful eight drawer dresser on the far wall opposite the bed, and underneath the bay window was an oddly placed, beat up trunk with the initials H.P engraved on it.

Frowning Tony twisted his head this way and that, there were no clothes scattered across the floor and no telling aroma of sexual musk in the air, where ever he was, it clearly had nothing to do with a one night stand.

More awake, and more aware, Tony threw back the unbelievably comfortable duvet and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing when he realized the clothes he was wearing were most definitely not his.

"The hell?" He rasped, throat feeling like sandpaper, gone was the black sabbath t-shirt he knew he'd been wearing when he left the tower, as well as his jeans, in their place was an overly large hand knitted sweater with the initial H on it, and a pair of loose fitting track pants; appropriate clothing considering the frigid October weather outside. A clean bandage on his right hand gave some explanation to the pain originating from the appendage.

"The fuck am I?" he mused aloud in a raspy whisper, haltingly making his way to his feet, the overwhelming urge to vomit had now been replaced with the overwhelming urge to urinate, and deciding to blow all caution to the wind he stumblingly made his way over to the ensuite.

After relieving himself, and splashing some cold water on his face, using a ridiculously soft towel, seriously, whoever lived here had great taste, the towels had a higher thread count than his own! He glanced around the new room.

The bathroom was well kept, almost eerily clean, it came with a stand alone shower and step down soak tub, the vanity was polished black and white marble and the holder beside the sink proudly boasted a single toothbrush and a solitary tube of ordinary toothpaste.

Ever the curious being, Tony opened the cupboards, finding nothing of interest, just the usual things one would find in any bathroom.

He stood up from his crouched position and began rifling through the storage unit off the side of the vanity, this foray into invading another's privacy yielded better results.

The storage was made of three drawers; the first, an abundance of cosmetics, from high end stores, brands he recognized from when he gave them as gifts to the female persons in his life. The second drawer had hair products, a blow dryer, flat iron, hair ties, and clips. The last drawer carried womanly products, he quickly shut that drawer.

So, he pondered, he was clearly in an apartment belonging to a woman, a single one at that given the lonely toothbrush. That was one small part of the mystery solved, but how had he gotten here, and what had happened the night before, still remained to be seen.

He couldn't remember anything other than the argument he'd gotten into with the rest of the team yesterday afternoon, followed by the blindsiding break up Pepper dropped on him, and then leaving the tower shortly after that devastating event.

He remembered hitting up a few bars, drinking an alarming amount, and that was it, nothing after that.

Frowning heavily, Tony made his way back into the bedroom, he plopped himself down onto the plush bed, with a heavy sigh, dropping his pounding head into his hands. This was not going to go over well; he didn't know where he was, how far he'd gone, who knew where his clothes were, and that was kind of important given his wallet and phone would be in his pants pocket, not too mention if anyone saw him, which let's face it, they mostly likely did, then there'd probably be pictures of his drunken self plastered everywhere.

Tony groaned lowly, this was a shit storm waiting to happen, he thought miserably, lifting his head with a breath of resignation. A sudden clatter followed by a muffled voice exclaiming caused him to startle.

It seemed he wasn't as alone in the apartment as he thought, he stood up and made his way to the door, pulling it open to reveal a brightly lit hallway, he winced as the light assaulted his sensitive eyes, but the pain of retreating back into the bedroom was overruled by the amazing scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting down the hall.

Steeling himself, he began trekking down the lavish hardwood floor and exited out into an open concept living area, there was a giant L shaped couch set tucked into the corner, sat in front of it was an extravagant entertainment system, a coffee table and a single end table completed the picture of the living room, which slowly bled into the kitchen area.

An island made up most of the space, acting as both food prep and dining area as there was no table, a double oven was built into the wall, and on the countertop sat the source of the familiar smell; a coffee machine with a brand new untouched pot of coffee.

"Oh!" Tony jumped, not hearing the woman, for it was clearly a woman's voice that made the sound, come up behind him.

He spun round on his heels and blinked in surprise, she was tiny. He wasn't a tall man by average means, in fact he wore lifts in his shoes to appear taller, but he was currently barefoot and this woman's head barely came up to his chin.

"I'm glad you're awake" the woman said with a friendly smile and with a distinct British accent, delicate hand rising to push back thick raven locks that had fallen from the messy bun the rest of her hair had been wrangled into.

"You gave me quite the scare, you know," she admonished gently, moving around him and into the kitchenette, her impossibly bright emerald eyes glinting at him.

"uh yea, hi…" Tony rumbled off, watching the nymph of a woman bustle about the kitchen, placing milk, cream, sugar, and a steaming mug of coffee at the island, gesturing him to come sit.

Stranger things have happened, and will probably continue too, so with a shrug Tony sat at the island on a bar stool and fixed his coffee the way he liked it.

The woman chattered on, her voice oddly husky but in a sensual way, and her tone warm and welcoming, "I'm sorry" Tony interrupted as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him several minutes later, "but uh, who are you and where the hell am I?"

The woman paused, green eyes blinking wide, "you don't remember last night do you? or better I say, early this morning." Tony slowly shook his head 'no', the woman coughed lightly, clearing her throat, "well my name is Hydrangea, but everyone calls me Harry, and you're in my apartment above the diner I own."

Tony nodded, "okay, so how did I end up in your apartment, above the diner you own?" The woman gave a weak laugh, "well one of my espresso machines decided to breakdown so I was up late fixing it, we were well past closing time, I mean it was 2 in the morning and you started banging on the window, ended up putting your hand right through it, luckily you missed any major veins and arteries," she explained gesturing to his neatly bandaged right hand.

"You ended up climbing in through the window and proceeded to ask for the nectar of the gods for it was your only reason to remain in this world, before promptly passing out." She finished.

There was a beat of silence before Tony groaned dramatically, fork clattering against the plate as he dropped it, "shit!" He muttered, running hands over his tired face.

The woman, Harry, chuckled, "it's alright, I'm just glad you're okay," Tony groaned again, "I'm sorry about the window, I'll pay to have it fixed" he promised, finally removing his hands from his face and glancing up at her.

Harry waved a dismissive hand at him, "no worries, it's already taken care of," she informed him cheerily, "now eat up, you need to regain some strength." Not knowing what else to do, Tony reclaimed his fork and methodically began shovelling food into his mouth.

It tasted amazing, even through the sand paper texture of his mouth, hands down the best bacon and eggs he ever had. At some point Harry had disappeared down the hall, returning just as he cleaned his plate of food, "here," she called holding out a bundle.

He instantly recognized his clothes, freshly washed and folded neatly, with his wallet and phone resting on top of the pile. "I'm afraid your phone's dead though, but if you need to call someone to come get you, I have one you can use" Harry said smiling down at him.

Tony stood, accepting the clothes from her, with a small thank you, "you really didn't have too, I appreciate it." Harry shrugged, "I don't do things because I have too; I do them because I want too." She explained softly, reaching around him for his plate which she promptly took to the sink and rinsed off before placing it in the dishwasher.

Fifteen minutes later and a call for Happy to come pick him up, found Tony back in his own clothes, and remarkably relieved to find his shoes had also survived what ever he'd gotten into the night before and were waiting for him by the front door.

Harry was kind enough to lead him out of the apartment once he saw Happy pull up from the living room window, ushering him gently through the back entrance of the diner which was indeed below the apartment.

"Boss," Happy greeted as he opened the car door for Tony, Tony gave a nod of greeting back and turned to thank his unexpected rescuer, "So uh, thank you, for not calling the cops on me, and for everything else."

Harry chuckled, a pleasant sound, "no problem, but if I may make a suggestion?" Tony nodded, curious as to what she would say, "the next time you feel like going out and getting rip roaring drunk, don't. It's not good for you, a few drinks here and there is alright, but what ever it is you're looking for, you won't find it in a bottle."

Tony blinked in surprise, while most people would find a stranger's so called words of wisdom in this particular case to be rude, after all, it's not like she knew why he was drinking, he could've been at a party for all she knew! But, there was something in the way she looked at him, something in the way those impossibly bright green eyes darkened with shadows of memories best forgotten, that told him she knew exactly what she was talking about, and he found he couldn't find it in him to feel even remotely righteously angry, all he felt was tired.

"If you ever want, come have some food sometime, we make the best cheeseburgers in all of Manhattan!" She called out with a wink as he climbed into the back seat of the car, he gave her a nod and a wave as the tinted windows of the car rolled up and Happy pulled away from the curb.

A glance back showed Harry still standing there on the side of the road, she remained there until the car turned the corner and could no longer be seen. For the rest of the ride back to the tower, beyond the constant ache in his head, all he could think about was a kind smile, and a pair of green eyes.