Hey all, so I've been on a bit of a Marvel binge, mainly the movies, lately. And I've been reading so many stories where Harry Potter is Tony's son, but I was going through some info about Tony Stark, and it says he was born in May 1970. That's only ten years before our dear boy-who-lived. Then, well this is what happened. Enjoy, let me know what you think. Obviously, this is a work in progress. I'll try to update as much as I can, but life does get in the way. :)

Growing up, Tony had to admit, he had hated his brother. Oh, he was family, and he probably would do anything for him, but he couldn't stand him otherwise. The age difference was one. Tony was, of course, ten years older than him. Which, in itself, was probably half the reason for the dislike. He'd been shipped off to boarding school at the earliest chance, 'to further his education' of course, and then his parents had gone and adopted this one and a half year old boy from Wales.

And then of course, just before his little brother turned eleven, their parents has died in a car crash, leaving him to look after him. He'd been twenty-one, he'd been barely old enough to look after himself, let alone a child.

It'd all gone to hell when Harry had turned eleven. He'd never let the kid near his electronics, not trusting his excuses that he hadn't meant to make it blow up. Unfortunately, Harry had been right, it wasn't his fault, not really.

What with, a mail delivery owl (are you kidding? Really? Who thought up that brilliant idea? Bloody people stuck in the dark ages) and a giant of a man (he'd asked if he actually was, and been laughed at, apparently, giants were much, much bigger) that had just appeared in their living room without so much as a sound, Tony and Harry had been convinced of Harry belonging in the Wizardry World (or rather, the English one, as the 'giant' had insisted).

So Harry had gone off, at eleven years old, to his parents alma mater, to learn the tricks and trade of a born wizard. For seven years, they'd lost contact.

Not that it was all his fault really. Harry had stayed with a family in England on the holidays, and well, Tony didn't have access to an owl (and he didn't want contact with one. Did you know the diseases those things could carry?). Tony had also taken over Stark Industries from Obadiah Stane, and well, he'd gotten a bit obsessed into turning S.I. into one of the most (he said 'the most' but Pepper had dissuaded him otherwise) advanced companies in the world.

And then Harry had appeared. Eighteen years old, looking about a hundred, (Tony swore that he'd seen grey hair in Harry's pitch black permanent messy hair) and somehow, covered in scars from somewhere that had been pitched to Tony as 'the safest place in the world'. Somehow, without Tony being there for his younger brother, Harry had grown up.

On the bright side, he hadn't sounded like a ponce, he had a very light American accent, and for once, Tony and Harry (well, Tony did, Harry had only ever wanted Tony to like him) forgot all their differences and acted like brothers.

They'd spent the night catching up, drinking, toasting to Harry's success and Tony's business accomplishments. Of course, it hadn't taken long before it had all gone to hell in a hand basket. Tony could sometimes be an insensitive prick afterall, (oh screw that, he was an asshole all the time, he knew that) and he'd made a comment about Harry being a kid or something. In fact, he didn't remember what he had said that started it, he just remembered Harry's look of disappointment, before he'd turned on the spot and disappeared.

It took another ten years, a desert, almost dying and a bit of a conscious overwrite for Tony, before they spoke again.

So what do you think? Review, let me know. Love it, hate it, I don't mind. :)

- Merci's Savior