Tony Stark's Malibu Mansion - Main Conference Room - 9:45 PM PST
The sleek conference room that had hosted everything from UN security briefings to board meetings with Fortune 500 CEOs had never seen anything quite like this. Two groups of magical officials sat across from each other at Tony's custom-designed holographic conference table, while Tony himself occupied the head position with the kind of relaxed authority that suggested he was perfectly comfortable mediating disputes between parallel governments that officially didn't exist.
JARVIS had outdone himself with the hospitality—the coffee was perfectly brewed, the ambient lighting was adjusted for optimal comfort, and discrete holographic displays provided real-time translation services in case any of the magical terminology proved incomprehensible. The AI had even thoughtfully provided notebooks and pens, though most of the magical officials kept glancing at them as if expecting the writing implements to spontaneously combust.
Tony leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled before him as he processed everything he'd just learned. His expression cycled through amazement, calculation, and what appeared to be the beginning of protective fury as the implications of Harry's situation became clear.
"Let me make sure I understand this correctly," he said with the kind of dangerous calm that meant he was working very hard to control his temper. "My six-year-old son—who I adopted from what I thought was a completely normal British orphanage—is actually the magical world's equivalent of... what? Jesus Christ? Superman? The chosen one from every fantasy novel ever written?"
"The comparison to religious figures is not entirely inaccurate," Dumbledore said with theatrical gravity, his blue eyes twinkling with what might have been amusement or deep concern. "Harry Potter is indeed a figure of enormous significance to our world, Mr. Stark. His survival of the Killing Curse as an infant, his defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort, his very existence as a symbol of hope against the darkest forces of our society..."
"Yeah, we get it," Graves interrupted with characteristic Brooklyn bluntness. "Kid's famous. More famous than you, Stark, and that's saying something. Point is, he's also got a target painted on his back the size of Manhattan, and every dark wizard in Europe who wants to make a name for themselves is gonna be looking to finish what Voldemort started."
Tony's jaw tightened as he absorbed this information. "Dark wizards. People who can teleport, become invisible, and kill with a single word. All of them potentially interested in murdering my son."
"The threat level is significant but manageable," Picquery said with professional reassurance, though her dark eyes showed she understood the gravity of the situation. "Mr. Stark, this is precisely why magical governments exist—to protect our communities from those who would misuse magical abilities. Harry will receive the full protection of MACUSA's resources."
"And what exactly does that protection entail?" Pepper asked, speaking for the first time since they'd entered the conference room. Her tablet was covered with notes, and her expression suggested she was already calculating security protocols and legal ramifications. "Because Tony's personal protection detail is among the best in the world, but I assume magical threats require specialized countermeasures."
"Protective wards, monitoring charms, rapid response teams trained in combat magic," McGonagall replied crisply. "As well as educational programs to help Harry develop his own defensive capabilities as he matures."
"Educational programs," Tony repeated thoughtfully. He was quiet for a moment, his brilliant mind working through implications and possibilities. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the focused intensity of someone who had identified a problem and was preparing to solve it with characteristic thoroughness. "Right. Before we get into discussions about threats and protection protocols, I need to understand exactly what we're dealing with here. President Picquery, what exactly do you want from us?"
Picquery straightened in her chair, her expression shifting into full diplomatic mode. "Mr. Stark, the process is actually quite straightforward. Harry falls under our protocols for Nomaj-raised magical children—"
"Nomaj?" Tony interrupted.
"American term for non-magical people," Graves explained. "What the Brits call 'muggles,' we call 'nomaj.' Less insulting, more practical."
"Noted," Tony said dryly. "Continue, Madam President."
"As I was saying," Picquery resumed with professional courtesy, "Harry technically qualifies as a Nomaj-raised magical child, despite his... unique circumstances. This means he and his family—meaning you—are entitled to comprehensive support services to help with the transition to understanding and integrating magical aspects into your lives."
She gestured toward one of her assistants, who produced a thick folder from what appeared to be thin air. "We'll be assigning a case worker specifically to your family—someone with expertise in both magical education and Nomaj integration. They'll provide ongoing support, answer questions, help with practical matters like magical supply shopping, and ensure Harry's magical development progresses safely."
"Case worker," Tony mused. "Like social services, but for wizards."
"Essentially, yes. Though I suspect your family's case will be rather more complex than our typical assignments," Picquery replied with a slight smile. "Most Nomaj-raised children don't have fathers who build advanced weapons systems and AI assistants."
Tony's grin was sharp enough to cut steel. "Most Nomaj-raised children probably don't have access to unlimited resources and a father who's professionally curious about impossible things." He leaned forward, his expression intensifying. "Madam President, I'm going to need comprehensive educational materials. Books, technical manuals, theoretical frameworks, practical applications. Everything you have on magical principles, energy manipulation, dimensional physics, whatever theoretical foundation underlies these abilities."
"That's... quite an extensive request," McGonagall said carefully. "Most magical theory requires years of study to understand properly, and much of it involves concepts that don't translate well to... conventional scientific frameworks."
"Try me," Tony said with absolute confidence. "I have three doctorates from MIT, I've revolutionized half a dozen fields of engineering, and I once spent a weekend teaching myself enough about quantum mechanics to redesign my arc reactor technology. I'm pretty sure I can handle magical theory."
Happy leaned over to Rhodey and whispered, "Boss is getting that look. The one he gets right before he completely obsesses over something for six months."
"Only six months?" Rhodey whispered back. "I'm betting on two years minimum."
"Money," Tony continued, apparently oblivious to his friends' commentary, "is not an issue. Whatever these educational materials cost, however much your consultation services run, whatever equipment or supplies Harry might need—price is irrelevant. I want the best possible resources available."
Pepper looked up from her note-taking with obvious interest. "Speaking of money, I'm fascinated by the economics of this situation. Do magical communities have their own currency? Banking systems? How exactly do financial transactions work in a society that can apparently create matter from thin air?"
"We do indeed have our own financial institutions," Dumbledore said with evident amusement. "Gringotts Bank, operated by the goblins, maintains branches in most major magical communities. The American branch is quite sophisticated, I'm told."
"Goblins," Tony said slowly. "Of course there are goblins. Because this situation wasn't nearly complex enough already." He paused, struck by a sudden thought. "Wait, did you say Harry already has money in this system?"
"The Potter family was quite wealthy, Mr. Stark," McGonagall replied. "Harry inherited substantial holdings in both British and international magical currencies. He's been financially independent since birth, though his accounts have been managed by Gringotts in his absence."
Tony blinked. "My son is already rich by magical standards."
"Very rich," Dumbledore confirmed. "Though I suspect that by your standards, the amounts might seem more... modest."
"There's no such thing as too much money," Tony said firmly. "JARVIS, make a note to set up meetings with this Gringotts Bank. I want full financial integration between Harry's existing magical assets and his conventional trust funds. Also, start researching magical economic systems—I'm offended that there's an entire consumer base I'm not currently earning money from."
"Of course, sir," JARVIS replied with what might have been amusement. "Shall I also begin preliminary patent research into the commercial applications of magical technology?"
"Definitely. Though check the legal frameworks first—I assume there are regulations about magical-technological integration."
"Actually," Graves said with interest, "that's a relatively unexplored area of magical law. Most wizards don't understand technology well enough to attempt integration, and most nomaj technology doesn't function reliably in high-magic environments."
"Challenge accepted," Tony said immediately, his eyes lighting up with the kind of dangerous enthusiasm that had led to half his greatest innovations and most spectacular explosions.
"Tony," Pepper said with the tone of someone who recognized this warning sign, "perhaps we should focus on Harry's immediate needs before you start planning to revolutionize magical commerce."
"Right. Priorities." Tony turned toward the British delegation, his expression growing more serious. "Professor Dumbledore, what exactly do you want from us? And please don't tell me you're planning to demand that I hand over my son to some boarding school on the other side of the Atlantic."
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment, his theatrical bearing giving way to something that seemed more genuinely thoughtful. "Mr. Stark, I will not pretend that learning of Harry's... relocation... has not been deeply concerning to those of us who have long planned for his eventual return to magical society. However, I am not here to demand anything. Harry's adoption is legal, legitimate, and frankly..." He smiled with what appeared to be genuine warmth. "I cannot deny that he appears to be thriving in your care in ways he never would have with his original guardians."
"But?" Tony prompted, hearing the unspoken caveat.
"But Harry will need magical education," Dumbledore said firmly. "Not just basic instruction in controlling his abilities, but comprehensive training in magical theory, practical applications, defensive techniques, and cultural integration. The magical world has its own customs, its own dangers, its own responsibilities that he must understand."
"And you want him to receive this education at your school. Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the finest magical educational institution in Europe," Dumbledore said with obvious pride. "Our curriculum is comprehensive, our faculty unparalleled, our traditions stretching back over a thousand years..."
"Yeah, about that," Graves interrupted with characteristic bluntness. "Professor, with all due respect, your 'finest educational institution' is still operating like it's 1890. You people think electricity is a fad, you send messages by owl, and your idea of advanced communication technology is a magical fireplace. The American magical educational system is fully integrated with modern society."
"Modern society," McGonagall sniffed with obvious disdain, "has given us nuclear weapons, environmental destruction, and social media. I hardly think integration with such systems represents educational advancement."
"Modern society," Picquery replied coolly, "has also given us antibiotics, space exploration, global communication networks, and the ability to share knowledge instantaneously across continents. American magical education teaches our students to work with both magical and technological systems because that's the world they're going to inherit."
Tony watched this exchange with growing interest. "So we're talking about two fundamentally different educational philosophies. Traditional magical isolation versus magical-technological integration."
"Precisely," Picquery confirmed. "Mr. Stark, American magical schools don't just teach magic in isolation. Our students learn to understand and work with the nomaj world because that's where ninety-nine percent of the planet's population lives. We produce magical citizens who can contribute to both communities."
"Whereas British magical education," Graves added with obvious satisfaction, "produces wizards who can't operate a television and think the height of innovation is self-stirring cauldrons."
"That is a gross oversimplification," Dumbledore protested, though his twinkling eyes suggested he wasn't entirely offended. "Hogwarts provides a thorough grounding in magical theory and practical application. Our graduates are among the most accomplished wizards in the world."
"In the magical world," Tony said thoughtfully. "But what about the non-magical world? Because here's the thing—Harry's not just going to be part of the magical community. He's going to be part of both communities. He's my son, which means he's growing up with technology, science, engineering, and global perspectives that I assume most magical children never encounter."
He leaned back in his chair, his expression growing more animated as his mind worked through the possibilities. "And honestly? I'm already thinking about Harry's long-term educational path. He's got a brilliant engineering mind, and someday I fully expect him to want to attend MIT. I want to make sure whatever magical education he receives can work alongside conventional higher education, not instead of it."
Both magical delegations exchanged glances that carried volumes of unspoken diplomatic communication.
"Mr. Stark," Dumbledore said carefully, "you're proposing a rather... unprecedented educational approach. Magical and nomaj education systems have traditionally remained separate for very practical reasons."
"Yeah? What reasons?"
"Secrecy laws, cultural differences, the fact that magic doesn't play well with most technology," Graves replied. "Plus, most nomaj educational institutions aren't exactly equipped to handle students who can accidentally set things on fire when they get emotional."
"These are all solvable problems," Tony said with the confidence of someone who'd made a career out of solving unsolvable problems. "What I'm hearing is that Harry needs comprehensive magical education, but I want that education to enhance his opportunities rather than limit them." He looked back and forth between both groups. "So here's what I'm thinking—Harry's still six years old. We've got time to evaluate options and make informed decisions. But whatever we decide, it needs to be what's best for Harry's development and future opportunities, not what's most convenient for traditional educational systems."
"That seems eminently reasonable," Picquery said with obvious approval. "American magical education is quite flexible about individual needs and circumstances. I'm confident we can develop a program that meets both Harry's magical education requirements and his broader academic interests."
"While Hogwarts," Dumbledore added with a slight smile that suggested he wasn't conceding defeat, "offers educational opportunities and resources that simply cannot be replicated elsewhere. Our library contains magical texts dating back centuries, our faculty includes some of the most accomplished wizards in history, and our connections to magical Britain would provide Harry with invaluable cultural and political knowledge."
"Political knowledge?" Tony's eyebrows rose. "Are we talking about Harry needing to understand magical politics for his own safety, or are you suggesting he's going to be expected to play some kind of political role?"
"Mr. Stark," McGonagall said with careful precision, "Harry Potter is not just famous in our world—he's symbolic. His defeat of Voldemort, his survival of the Killing Curse, his very existence represents hope to many people and a threat to others. Whether he wishes it or not, his actions and choices will have political implications."
"Great," Tony muttered. "So not only is my son potentially a target for magical terrorists, but he's also going to be a political figure whether he wants to be or not. This just keeps getting better."
"Which is exactly why proper education and preparation are so crucial," Dumbledore said earnestly. "Harry will need to understand not just how to use his magical abilities, but how to navigate the complex social and political realities of both magical and nomaj worlds."
Tony was quiet for several minutes, processing everything he'd learned with the same methodical thoroughness he brought to complex engineering problems. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of important decisions.
"All right. Here's what's going to happen. President Picquery, I want your case worker program, your educational materials, and your protection protocols. Professor Dumbledore, I want detailed information about Hogwarts—curriculum, faculty qualifications, resources, everything. Both of your organizations are going to provide me with comprehensive assessments of your educational programs, and Harry and I are going to make informed decisions about his future based on what offers him the best possible opportunities."
He straightened in his chair, his expression growing more intense. "But right now, before we start making long-term educational plans, I want to meet with my son. He's been listening to adult voices discussing his future for the past hour, and I think it's time he had a chance to understand what's happening and express his own opinions about it."
"You wish to involve him directly in these discussions?" Dumbledore asked, his eyebrows rising toward his hairline. "Mr. Stark, he is quite young, and the complexities of magical society can be overwhelming even for adults..."
"He's six years old, not six months old," Tony replied firmly. "And he's one of the most intelligent children I've ever encountered. If these decisions are going to affect his life, he deserves to understand what we're talking about and have input into the choices being made."
Picquery nodded with obvious approval. "I think that's an excellent approach, Mr. Stark. In our experience, magical children who are involved in decisions about their education and development adjust much better to their magical abilities."
"Plus," Graves added with a slight grin, "something tells me your kid's gonna have opinions about all this whether we ask for them or not. Might as well hear what he's thinking."
Tony stood up from his chair, his decision clearly made. "JARVIS, ask Harry to join us in the conference room. And JARVIS? Make sure he knows that he's not in trouble and that we just want to talk with him about some exciting new things we've learned."
"Certainly, Mr. Stark. Though I should mention that Master Harry has been remarkably... interested in tonight's proceedings."
"Interested how?"
"He may have been conducting some independent research into the nature of magic and its potential applications while waiting for your conversation to conclude."
Tony's grin was bright enough to power a small city. "Of course he has. That's my boy."
As JARVIS went to summon Harry, the assembled magical officials prepared themselves for what was likely to be a very interesting conversation with the most famous magical child in the world—a child who was about to learn that his already extraordinary life was about to become infinitely more complex, dangerous, and magical than anything his brilliant mind had ever imagined.
Outside the mansion's windows, the storm clouds continued to swirl with impossible colors, and in the distance, lightning flashed in patterns that seemed almost like a countdown to something momentous.
The future was about to begin.
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**Tony Stark's Malibu Mansion - Main Conference Room - 10:17 PM PST**
Harry Potter-Stark entered the conference room with the kind of careful composure that suggested he'd spent the past hour mentally preparing for this moment. He'd changed from his casual clothes into a button-down shirt and khakis that Tony recognized as the "meeting important people" outfit Pepper had helped him select during their shopping expedition in London. His dark hair was somewhat more tamed than usual, though several stubborn cowlicks still defied gravity, and his green eyes moved systematically around the room, cataloging faces and details with analytical precision.
Tony felt a surge of pride as he watched his son assess the situation with remarkable calm for a six-year-old who was about to learn that his entire understanding of reality needed some major revisions.
"Harry," Tony said gently, standing up from his chair, "come sit next to me. We've got some things to discuss, and I want you to feel free to ask questions about anything that doesn't make sense."
Harry nodded seriously and moved to the chair beside Tony, settling into it with careful posture. His eyes swept the assembled magical officials with obvious curiosity, lingering on details like Dumbledore's elaborate robes, McGonagall's severe expression, and what appeared to be a genuine wooden staff resting against Moody's chair.
"Good evening," he said politely, his voice carrying the kind of formal courtesy that suggested excellent upbringing. "I'm Harry Potter-Stark. I understand you've all traveled quite far to speak with me."
"Indeed we have, young man," Dumbledore said with gentle warmth, his theatrical voice softened to something more genuinely paternal. "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, and these are my colleagues from Britain. We've come to discuss some rather extraordinary things about your heritage and abilities."
Harry's gaze shifted to the American delegation. "And you're from the American government?"
"American magical government," Picquery corrected with a slight smile. "I'm President Seraphina Picquery, and this is Senior Auror Percival Graves. We're here to help your family understand and navigate the magical world."
"The magical world," Harry repeated thoughtfully. His expression suggested he was confirming something he'd already suspected rather than learning something completely new. "That explains quite a lot, actually."
Tony blinked. "It does?"
Harry looked up at his father with an expression that was equal parts excitement and careful analysis. "Dad, the things that have been happening around me—the floating objects, the temperature changes, the way I can sometimes just... know how to fix things I've never seen before—it never made scientific sense according to conventional physics. But if there's an entire branch of science we call 'magic' that operates according to different principles..."
He trailed off, his green eyes lighting up with the kind of intellectual excitement Tony recognized from his own childhood encounters with new areas of study.
"You already suspected," Pepper said with obvious amazement. "You figured out that what was happening to you might be related to some kind of unknown energy manipulation."
"It seemed like the most logical explanation," Harry replied seriously. "Though I must admit, learning that there are entire governments and schools and societies built around these principles is considerably more exciting than I anticipated."
Graves leaned back in his chair with obvious satisfaction. "Kid's sharp. I like him already."
"Harry," Tony said carefully, "these people have told us some things about your... origins that are rather significant. Are you ready to hear some potentially surprising information about your birth parents and early childhood?"
Harry's expression grew more serious, but he nodded with steady composure. "I'd very much like to know about my parents. I've always wondered what happened to them, and why I ended up at St. Margaret's."
Tony looked toward Dumbledore, who cleared his throat with theatrical gravity before beginning what was clearly a prepared explanation.
"Harry," he said gently, "your parents were James and Lily Potter, and they were both accomplished wizards—magical people with extraordinary abilities not unlike what you've been experiencing. They lived in the magical community in Britain, where they were greatly loved and respected."
"Were they scientists?" Harry asked immediately. "Researchers? People who studied how magic works?"
"Your father was more of a... practical magician," McGonagall said carefully. "Talented at defensive magic and quite skilled at what we call Transfiguration—the art of changing one thing into another. Your mother, however, was indeed brilliant at magical theory and research. She had a particular gift for protective magic and was considered one of the most promising magical researchers of her generation."
Harry's face lit up with obvious pleasure. "My mother was a researcher. That's wonderful. Did she publish papers? Are there records of her work that I could read?"
The magical officials exchanged glances that carried hints of surprise and approval.
"There are indeed records of her research," Dumbledore confirmed. "Though much of it was unfortunately lost when she and your father were killed by a very dangerous dark wizard named Voldemort."
Harry went very still, his analytical mind clearly processing this information with characteristic thoroughness. "They were murdered. By someone using magical abilities for harmful purposes."
"Yes," Tony said quietly, his protective instincts flaring as he watched Harry absorb this devastating information. "Harry, if this is too much to discuss right now—"
"No, Dad, I need to understand this," Harry interrupted with surprising firmness. "If there are dangerous people in the magical world, and if I'm part of that world, then I need to know about the threats." He looked directly at Dumbledore. "Professor, what happened when this Voldemort person attacked my parents?"
Dumbledore was quiet for a long moment, clearly choosing his words with extreme care. "Voldemort was a wizard of extraordinary power who believed that magical people were superior to non-magical people, and that those with the 'purest' magical heritage should rule over everyone else. Your parents opposed his ideology and fought against his organization."
"They were resistance fighters," Harry said with obvious pride. "They stood up against someone who was essentially a magical supremacist."
"Essentially, yes. And when Voldemort came to your home that night, he killed your father first, then your mother, and then attempted to kill you as well. But something unprecedented happened—the killing curse he used rebounded upon him instead, destroying his physical form and leaving you with only that lightning bolt scar on your forehead."
Harry's hand moved unconsciously to touch the faint scar that was barely visible beneath his unruly hair. "The curse rebounded. That's not supposed to be possible, is it?"
"It has never happened before or since," McGonagall replied softly. "Harry, you are the only person in recorded magical history to survive the Killing Curse. That's why the magical world calls you 'The Boy Who Lived.'"
"And that's why there might still be people who want to hurt you," Graves added bluntly. "Voldemort had a lot of followers who think that finishing what he started would somehow bring him back to power or prove their loyalty to his cause."
Harry was quiet for several minutes, processing this information with the same methodical analysis he brought to engineering problems. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady and thoughtful.
"So I'm famous in the magical world because I survived something that killed my parents and destroyed a dangerous person who was threatening other people's safety. And there are still people who supported this Voldemort person who might see me as a target." He looked around the room at all the adults watching him with varying expressions of concern and admiration. "That's why you're all here, isn't it? To figure out how to keep me safe and help me understand my place in this magical world."
"That's exactly right," Tony said, his voice rough with emotion as he watched his son handle this devastating revelation with remarkable maturity. "Harry, I want you to know that whatever we decide about your education or your involvement with the magical world, your safety and happiness are my only priorities."
"And I want you to know," Harry replied seriously, "that I'm not afraid of being part of the magical world. If I have magical abilities, then I want to learn how to use them responsibly. If there are people who need protection from dangerous wizards like Voldemort's followers, then I want to be able to help. And if my parents died fighting against magical supremacists..." He straightened in his chair with visible determination. "Then I want to continue their work."
The silence that followed was profound. Every adult in the room stared at this six-year-old child who had just absorbed the most traumatic information imaginable and responded with courage, determination, and a moral clarity that most grown wizards never achieved.
"Harry," Picquery said softly, "that's exactly the kind of attitude we hoped to see from Lily and James Potter's son."
"Though perhaps," Dumbledore added with gentle concern, "we might focus on your education and training before we start planning your career in fighting dark wizards."
Harry's smile was bright enough to power the mansion's arc reactor. "Oh, I'm definitely planning to get the best possible education. In magic and in conventional science. Because I have a theory about how magical and technological systems might work together, and I think that combination could be more powerful than either one alone."
Tony felt something swell in his chest—pride, excitement, and perhaps the first glimmer of understanding about just how extraordinary his son's future might be.
"Harry," he said carefully, "what kind of theory?"
"Well," Harry began, his eyes lighting up with the kind of intellectual excitement that meant he was about to explain something complex and fascinating, "if magic involves manipulating energy at the quantum level through focused intention, and if technology involves manipulating energy through designed systems and calculated applications, then theoretically we should be able to create hybrid systems that use both approaches simultaneously..."
He paused, looking around the room at the assembled adults who were staring at him with expressions ranging from amazement to alarm.
"Is that... is that not something people have tried before?"
"No, Master Harry," JARVIS's voice responded through the room's speakers, carrying what sounded suspiciously like pride. "That is not something people have tried before. Though I must say, the theoretical framework you're proposing has some rather fascinating implications."
"You see?" Harry said to the room at large. "Even JARVIS thinks it's a good idea."
Tony looked around the conference table at two delegations of magical officials who had come prepared to negotiate the education and protection of a famous magical child, only to discover that they were actually dealing with a six-year-old who was already theorizing about revolutionary applications of magical-technological integration.
"Gentlemen. Ladies," he said with a grin that was equal parts pride and anticipation. "I think we need to completely revise our assumptions about Harry's educational requirements."
"Indeed," Dumbledore murmured, his eyes twinkling with something that might have been excitement or concern. "I suspect young Harry's education is going to be rather more complex than any of us anticipated."
Outside the mansion's windows, the storm clouds swirled with increasing intensity, lightning flashing in impossible colors that seemed to pulse in rhythm with something momentous approaching. The future was about to become much more interesting than anyone had planned.
And in the conference room, a six-year-old boy sat beside his father, surrounded by magical officials from two different governments, and began planning innovations that would change both worlds forever.
The conversation was just getting started.
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