Tony stumbled away from the bar, his eyes burning and his ears ringing.

Trying to walk in a straight line he started to climb up the hill that led to his hotel. After his fifth time of tripping, he let out a muffled curse and muttered.

"What was in that drink? I can barely stand up."

Spotting a low wall he staggered over to it and closed his eyes. Deciding that there was no way they could have slipped drugs into his cup without him noticing.

"So what could it have been?" he questioned out loud, playing with his lanyard. His eyes started to tear up again and his nostril's hairs started to feel like they were burning.

Coughing violently he fell off the low wall and onto damp grass. He continued to cough, the loud bursts making his lungs burn.

It was a while before the burning sensation went away and he could see clearly. But he still laid there exhausted and still very drunk.

He heard laughter and looked over, a couple was walking by. A woman was pushing the cart her long red hair falling into her face, next to her was a skinny man with dark messy hair, round glasses perched on his nose and he seemed filled with energy. He would dance down play with the baby in the carriage, jump up to kiss his wife, then he would repeat the process again.

"James," the woman laughed trying to dodge a kiss, "come on stop!"

"No, I will play with my son and kiss my wife," James replied, firmly. But then he smiled and continued to play with her hair.

"James," she sighed, lovingly. She lifted her hand to grasp his and her long robe-like jacket brushed his. Tony blinked he just noticed what weird clothing they had, all of their clothing was covered by a long robe and when James danced forward Tony could see a stick strapped to his belt. A highly decorated stick.

Leaning closer he started to cough again, each time his coughs were getting louder.

"Hmmm?" the woman walked over to the wall, abandoning her carriage. When she saw Tony curled into a fetal position she rushed over. She rolled him over gently and winced when she saw his face.

"Lily!" James ran over and froze when he saw Tony, his hand twitching to his stick.

"I'm fine James, it's just a poor chap who drank too much alcohol." Lily huffed, checking Tony's pulse with one finger.

"Muggle?" James asked leaning over her shoulder.

"No his eyes, they're red. He's drunk on fire whiskey." Lily replied.

" I swear the Boar's Head needs to be shut down, they keep on allowing people to drink the past the limit." James ranted for a second before reaching down and helping Lily haul Tony up.

"What's your name, sir?" Lily asked, her voice sweet.

"It's ma'am to you hon." Tony joked, his words slurring.

"Oh, I mean-" Lily looked lost.

"Just kidding, man," Tony shouted, loudly before falling limp again.

"Nice to see you've kept your sense of humor," James muttered, starting to walk Tony over to a bench.

"So where are you staying, Mr. Stark?" Lily asked, picking up Tony's lanyard and looking at it before dropping it.

"The Lotus Hotel," Tony replied, his eyes rolling back.

"That's a muggle place, right?"

"Yes, but it's really far away," Lily mused " How 'bout you come to our house?"

" Mmmm 'k" Tony groaned.

"Then we can give you some potions," James added.

Tony didn't answer, he felt too heavy to do anything.

James leaned down and picked up Tony fireman style and started to walk along the cobblestone path.

Lily grabbed the stroller and trotted after James.

Tony let his head flop against Jame's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Just get some rest," James advised his words the last thing Tony heard.

"NOOOO! James! Lily wailed, slithering up to her husband and trying to check a pulse. Pain sliced up her spine, she let out a muffled gasp. Tony, she realized. He was out she couldn't let Voldemort kill him. She silently set a shielding spell over the guest room, hiding Tony.

"You're a monster Tom." she hissed, her eyes burning as she turned toward Voldemort. He smiled and cocked his head, his black hair falling across his red eyes.

"Now why would you say that?" he asked walking over to the crib and touching the baby's head. To Lily's pure horror the baby woke up and smiled at Tom, his green eyes sparkling. He reached up and wrapped his chubby fingers around Tom's hand. Tom flinched back, surprised.

"It seems your child likes me; it's a shame I have to kill him" Lily swore she heard a hint of . . . humanity.

"Please Tom, not my son, why do you want to kill him?" she begged, trying to stand up.

"A prophecy." he replied, caressing her baby's cheek.

"What!? Wait what does it say?" Lily gasped, clutching her bleeding side. When Tom decided whether he should tell her, she pulled a scrap of paper and wrote on it with her blood.

"That is none of your concern." Tom decided, "I'll tell you that the 'Seer' Trelawny predicted it." he conceded. Lily hid the piece of paper, slipping it into her baby's crib.

"What! It has my son in it I have the right to know it!" Lily exclaimed, grasping at anything to save her son.

"No, you do not," Voldemort replied, his voice no longer light but filled with conviction.

"It's not my baby. I promise" Lily insisted, "Please."

Tom froze still stroking the baby. "No."

He whipped out a twisted wand and pointed it at her, he smiled and said: "I'll make sure you can't get in the way." Lily let out a scream of agony and pain as her whole world turned red gasping she held out a hand and prayed she could do wandless magic

"Utar meis tueri sanguine," she hissed through clenched teeth, Tom's face twisted up in anger and he stopped the torture.

"Avada Kedavra," he said and Lily felt as if her spine was cut, everything went black and her lifeless body fell to the floor.

"Lily?James?" Tony asked sitting up and stretching, he froze. Something was wrong, turning to the door he tried to open it. Annoyed he jiggled the hand, he finally decided to pull it out, only for it to pop open and he fell onto his back.

"Fuck," he hissed angrily. Getting up he rammed his shoulder into the door. Once. Twice. Three times. It broke open, but as it did, his shoulder cracked making him scream in pain.

He stumbled through still clutching his arm and stepped in blood.

With a muffled shriek he stumbled back, what the!? In the pool of blood, Lily laid her hair plastered to her face, bright red against pale milk. Her skin was slightly green, and her shirt was soaked on one side. The scariest thing was the soft smile on her face, exaggerated by the blood coming out of the corners of her mouth.

Next to her was James, but his face was cut in several places. His body was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his face was burned on one side. His eyes were open, and there was no white or black, just green and red where his blood vessels had popped.

Gasping Tony ran to the window and started to puke, the whiskey burned, even more, coming up then it did coming down. Looking back the rancid smell hit him to gain, and he continued to retch.

Pushing his long hair back he looked back; he saw the white crib.

The baby!

He stumbled over tripping a few, every time he landed into blood he let out a choked sob. When he finally made it over, he was soaked in blood, and tears ran down his face in thick blood slides.

The crib looked so pure with its gentle curves and white paint. He prayed silently as he walked over, when he looked inside, he sighed in relief.

Within the soft blue was the baby he was curled around a snake plush. As Tony watched him, he opened his toothless mouth and yawned, smiling as he curled up even further. Tony practically cried in relief, reaching down he stroked the baby's face, slowly.

As he was ready to tuck the baby in further, he noticed a white piece of parchment under him. He pulled it out gently, with a gasp he realized it was normal paper, only soaked in blood, words glowed green across its surface flickering as they spelled out:

Protect Him

Light shimmered through the windows, sending little planets of dust alight as they swirled around the room. On a stand rested a book, the cover was cracked leather engraved with golden runes. The runes shimmered and glowed, running along with the bright golden light.

The pages flipped open to the G section; names scrawled down along with ages, families, and relative power.

A new name glowed into existence, another followed. The pages continued to flip along new names flashing into existence.

The room suddenly glowed bright green, and the book flipped to the Ps. A name showed up in bright green Harry Potter, it glowed black and disappeared.

The book flipped to the S section and a few words glowed in.

"Are you ready ?"

Tony looked up and nodded straightening his tie and smoothing the wrinkles in his jacket.

"Yes," he replied quietly. The woman nodded and waited for him to walk over, pushing the door open. She leaned in and whispered, "Give them Hell."

Tony looked over and smiled at her" Always."

He walked forward into the bright light, eyes narrowed as he looked at all the people who were trying to take Lily's child away from him.

Tony slumped into his house, feet dragging as he groaned. His head throbbed and in response, he shuffled over to the kitchen and opened his medicine cabinet. Wincing as its handle scraped against the glass of his window.

"Mother fu-" he started then paused deciding to cuss at an inanimate object was a waste of his time. He pulled out some pain relief and popped it into his mouth, turning on the faucet he put his hand under the water and brought it to his lips.

Leaning against the counter, he reflected on his day. It was good, he got the baby, however, one of the rules was he had to have a set name by tomorrow.

"Tomorrow . . . that's too little time to choose a name that a child must live with for the rest of his life, what if I name him something dumb like," Tony trailed off trying to think of stupid names.

"Babycakes." he decided on "that's a dumb name or Dick, damn that's so stupid like Richard to Dick. How does that make sense?"

Straightening his feet he walked over to his couch still rambling, "-like what dumb parent goes like, I love this child, ooh we'll name him after a penis!Great."

Tony flopped onto his bed and pulled his laptop to him. "Okay baby names let's go."

"No, Nope, Dumb, Stupid, Cruel, Evil, Heh heh that's funny."

Tony sighed and fell back "NONE! No fricking names for a baby that doesn't sound like I have a stick up my arse or that I'm a fricken red neck!"

He picked up his laptop and was ready to throw it before realizing "Nope this is stupid." he set it down and patted it gingerly.

"Okay," Tony pulled out his phone, pressing the button gingerly.

"What can I do for you today?" his phone asked robotically.

"Random Name, Please." Tony requested waiting for the telltale ding; he closed his eyes.

"Here you go."

Tony said a small prayer and opened his eyes:

Henry.

"Nope that's stupid, but since I don't know the kid . . ." he shook his head "I want it to be unique." he whined.

"I'll change the spelling, okay something cool," Tony mumbled pulling a pad of paper over to him.

Hinry. "Sounds like Heiny."

Henley. "Dumb."

Hanry. "My God."

Hunry. "Kid would hate me."

Honry "Sounds like Hong, Hong Kong."

Henro "Sounds kinda like Speedo, Nah it doesn't it's just dumb."

Henri "Hmmm," Tony set down his pencil staring at the name. "It's okay." he drawled a bit.

"Eh, I'll take it, the kid can change his name legally when he's eighteen if he wants to."

He reached into his bag and pulled out the form. He turned this his coffee table and opened it rummaging around for a pen for a second. Pulling it out he turned to the form.

"Oh shit," he commented when he saw another empty gap "Middle name, I mean I don't have to, but. . . " He closed his eyes. What would Lily do?

"Ooh Lily!" he turned back to his laptop and pulled it opened into the search bar he typed:

Cool, Language Translation for Lily.

Clicking enter, he scrolled for a bit until coming into to the Greek translation: Krinos.

"Krinos haven't I heard that somewhere?" he entered it in and it auto corrected to Kronos.

"Oh big daddy who eats kids, well that's cool, okay then Henri Krinos Stark."

He filled in the form with a flourish and signed his name in.

"Now," he exclaimed to his empty house "I need some wine and some shrimp."

"Stark?" A loud pounding noise cut through Tony.

"Huh!?" he stumbled up only to fall onto the floor. He was tangled up in sheets and four empty bottles of wine surrounded him.

" IF YOU DON'T ANSWER RIGHT NOW I WILL INFORM THE COURT THAT YOU GAVE UP CUSTODY TO THIS CHILD!"

"Oh shit, shit, shit, shit," Tony mumbled straightening up, he kicked the bottled under the sofa all while calling "Coming, sorry!"

He looked down and saw he was decent, sure rumpled T-shirt, but his shorts were smooth.

As he rushed to the door, he did a breath test, no booze but just to be sure. He popped a mint into his mouth as he slid across the floor.

Opening the door, he said slightly breathless "Hello." The woman in front of him was hot. Like really hot, she had a nice bod and had freckled all over her skin. Brunette, though, with blonde streaks.

The one unattractive thing about her was the scowl on her face.

"Nice night drinking?" she asked unimpressed.

"N-No not at all." he replied so smoothly.

She rose an eyebrow and looked down at the baby carrier, squatting down she tickled the baby.

"Do you have the forms?" she asked without looking up.

"Forms?" Tony asked confused "Oh right forms."

She laughed and shook her head.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked opening the door wider.

"Of course." she picked up all her things and walked in.

"Okay. . ." Tony closed the door and locked it. When he walked in she was holding up a wine bottle.

"Nice Night drinking?" she repeated.

"Not at all." She rolled her eyes and set him down.

"Here's the forms." Tony scooped them up and presented them. She looked at them and nodded.

"Good, Good name what made you think of it?"

"Siri." he replied immediately.

"Siri? Never mind the one ounce of respect I had for you disappeared."

"So mean." he commented, but she wasn't looking at him "This is the ultimate man-cave, do you have a significant other?" she fired at him.

"N-no."

"Room built?"

"No."

"Babysitter?"

"No."

"Education savings set up?"

"No."

"Honey, you're a mess."

"Part of the charm."

She laughed "Seems so," she dug into her purse. "Here's what you need to do, call them," she produced a card, "they make the best baby rooms in New York."

Tony took it wordlessly.

She pulled out a sheet and handed it to him "That's my daughter, great nanny, lives in the house, I recommend her." She started to turn and walk out the door.

"I'll tell the court that you followed our guidelines, in the meantime get an account saved up and find someone who can be a mommy or daddy to this baby."

Tony stared at her in shock "I'm not gay." was all he could say.

"No one is darling."

She turned and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

"Goo!" Henri gurgled.

Here is the updated version, not different than the original, but I decided I rather started posting individual works than all at once.

Enjoy!