The wooden door of the Leaky Cauldron creaked closed behind them as Tony, Rhodey, and Amelia stepped into the alley beyond. With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Amelia gave them a polite nod.
"I'll begin the formal process," she said, tucking the Potter will and copies of the evidence securely into her robes. "We'll stay in contact, Mr. Stark, Colonel Rhodes."
Rhodey gave a nod of thanks. "Appreciate everything, Madam Bones."
Tony waved lazily. "And thanks for the magical kitten trauma. Real memorable."
Amelia smirked before disapparating with a sharp crack, leaving the alley quiet again. Moments later, a familiar black car pulled up. Happy Hogan leaned over the passenger seat and waved them in. "So, What's up, Boss?"
"Just drive, Happy," Tony said as he and Rhodey climbed in. "Back to the hotel."
As the car pulled off, Rhodey sat back, watching Diagon Alley disappear in the rearview mirror. Then he turned his head and pull his hand away from his shoulder.
"Tony… how are we gonna do this?" he asked, voice quieter now. "I mean… Harry's existence. The fact that he's your half-brother. We can't exactly go public."
Tony's usual smirk faded into something more thoughtful.
"Yeah. That's not something we can drop into a press conference," Tony muttered. Then he grinned. "But don't worry, I've got a plan."
Rhodey narrowed his eyes. "Every time you say that, something explodes."
Tony raised a brow. "First, rude. Second—do I look like I'd endanger a traumatized twelve-year-old? Come on, Rhodey. This is family."
"That's what worries me," Rhodey muttered under his breath.
Tony chuckled and looked out the window, fingers tapping the side of his arc reactor. He also needs to have a look at his arc reactor, he feels little funny lately.
Meanwhile, At Kamar-Taj, In the training room, the air shimmered subtly. The world remained still, but the Time Stone, resting quietly within the Eye of Agamotto, pulsed once.
The Ancient One, seated cross-legged in a meditative trance, opened her eyes slowly. Her gaze turned toward the glowing stone now faintly vibrating with a green hue. A small smile curved her lips.
"Ah… a shift in the web," she murmured, rising from her position. "Unexpected… but not unwelcome." She walked toward the window, peering out over the vast skyline of Kathmandu.
"So… the son of Stark finds the boy who lived," she whispered. "Let's see where the river flows."
She did not move to intervene. Not yet. Curiosity was her only companion now.
Back at the hotel penthouse suite, Tony Stark wasn't resting.
The place looked like a crime board exploded.
Printouts, documents, surveillance photos, and diagrams of 4 Privet Drive littered the walls. Rhodey sipped coffee on the couch, watching Tony pace in front of a holographic projection of the Dursley home layout.
Happy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "So… we're doing a black ops mission on British soil… to rescue a magical kid… who's your half-brother?"
"Pretty much," Rhodey said, not looking up from his phone.
Tony swiped at the hologram, flipping between blueprints and satellite scans. "We can't storm in with the suit, too flashy. And I'm not triggering some international incident or wizard war."
"You say that like you haven't already thought about using the repulsors," Rhodey said, eyeing him.
Tony smirked, not denying it.
"I want this done clean. Quiet. Like a whisper. We go in, we assess, and we get him out with zero Dursley awareness."
Rhodey arched a brow. "You're seriously going stealth?"
"Well," Tony said, activating a small drone on the table, "stealth with flair."
The drone hovered and projected a 3D model of 4 Privet Drive. Tony pointed. "Backyard gate. Minimal coverage. Easy insertion point."
"Insert what?" Happy asked, cautiously.
Tony tossed a small device into the air—it snapped open into a sleek camera drone. "Recon. Then we go in person. Amelia's working the legal angle with the goblins, and Rhodes, I want you to coordinate with her once she files the petition. But if this takes too long… we'll do this Stark-style."
"And what does Stark-style mean this time?" Happy muttered.
Tony pulled open a drawer and revealed a sleek black suitcase. Not his full suit—just pieces. Gloves. Glasses. A compact version of his armor's utility tools.
"Subtle but effective," he said. "Enough tech to stun a hippo, not enough to blow up the block."
Rhodey stood. "We can't risk Harry getting punished if the Dursleys find out anything."
Tony's smirk faded.
"We're not letting them touch him again," he said, quiet and firm.
Happy looked between them. "So what's the plan, boss?"
Tony turned to the hologram again. "Tonight, we test the perimeter. Tomorrow… we start phase two."
He glanced at the small photo pinned to the board—Harry, sitting quietly at the park bench, half-smiling with a sandwich in hand.
The kid looked too thin. Too quiet. But there was a spark in his eyes that Tony recognized.
That was his brother.
And Tony Stark wasn't going to let anyone hurt him again.
4:17 PM. Local Park Bench. Little Whinging.
The park was quiet as usual. Only the rustle of trees and a few kids playing far off could be heard. Tony Stark sat on his usual bench, sleek picnic basket beside him, sunglasses shielding the storm brewing behind his eyes.
Rhodey sat next to him, scanning the area casually, though his shoulders were stiff. "Phase Two, huh?" he muttered, glancing sideways at Tony.
Tony didn't answer.
Then, right on schedule, Harry Potter appeared. Thin. Pale. Shirt too loose on his already-small frame. He glanced around cautiously, his steps light, almost silent, before approaching the bench.
"Hi," Harry greeted, polite but weary. His eyes darted around, noting who else was nearby.
Tony smiled gently. "Hey, bud. You hungry?"
Harry nodded hesitantly.
Tony opened the basket and handed him a neatly packed sandwich, fruit slices, and a drink.
Harry took it with soft thanks, but Tony noticed—again—how he ate slowly. Conservatively. Like he was trained not to take too much or draw attention. His hands trembled just slightly.
Rhodey, watching quietly, leaned toward Tony. "You seeing this?"
Tony nodded once, jaw tight.
Then Harry winced when he reached for the bottle. A faint bruise peeked out from under his sleeve.
That was it.
Tony stood up abruptly.
"Rhodey," he said calmly, but his voice was razor-sharp, "call the cops. Right now."
Harry's head snapped up. "W-what?"
"And Amelia," Tony added. "Tell her it's go time."
Rhodey didn't even question it—he was already dialing.
Tony knelt in front of Harry. His expression softened, but his eyes were deadly serious. "You're not going back there, kid. Not tonight. Not ever again."
Harry blinked, stunned. "But—"
"No buts." Tony placed a hand on his shoulder, steady and warm. "You're safe now." Those pigs are now dead. No more mister nice guy.
Across the street, Happy was already pulling the car around.
Location: Stark's Private Hotel Suite – Evening
The hotel suite was secure—windows reinforced, extra guards posted by Happy, and even a few discreet magical wards recently cast by Amelia Bones and her team.
Tony sat on the edge of a plush couch, watching Harry, now cleaned up and in fresh clothes, eat slowly under Rhodey's watchful eye. There was no pressure here—just food, warmth, and safety.
It took a while for Harry to talk how he got that bruise on his wrist, He told her accidentally had drop the glass as he got dizzy and it fell down on the floor, His aunt scold him, she used the ruler and hit him on his wrist as punishment, The way he said it was like it's normal thing.
Tony clench his jaws, it was a relief, Rohedy was there to calm him down. Because he was gonna ran all the way from Park to the house to blast them all to pieces.
A sudden, controlled crack! echoed through the suite, and Amelia Bones arrived, wand at the ready. Two others followed her:
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, his magical eye spinning wildly before locking onto Harry.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, tall, calm, and intimidating with a quiet strength.
Harry tensed instinctively until Amelia raised a hand. "Easy, Mr. Potter. These men are friends."
Mad-Eye's gaze hardened. "James's boy," he muttered, voice like gravel. He looked Harry over, then shot a furious glare at the wall like he was visualizing Dursley faces to hex.
They arrived at the residence, Amelia had this Muggle device on her call Phone, He was with her at the time in office, After she finished her call with whoever it was, she grab him and called Shacklebolt saying a child abuse case, She tell the details on the way.
"You've got James Potter's son living like a house-elf while the world's calling him the bloody Chosen One?" he snapped. "And Sirius—Merlin help us—he'd lose his mind."
Another thing, He finds out after Amelia hex the Muggle family with furious expressions, Then told Shacklebolt to search the house, Moody bark the order he do it as well and follow him, He and Shacklebolt were shocked by Amelia reflexes and hexing the Muggle but she said they are abusing a magical child, That was enough explaination.
What they found so far, A trunk under the cupboard stairs, it shows a sign someone lived inside here before, upstairs in a bedroom it has locks on the door, entering inside they found an owl caged inside, Shacklebolt didn't hesitate to free the owl from it's cage and open the window, It was smart owl from what Moody can tell.
After getting downstairs, They found the muggles tied up and Amelia using Muggle device, telephone. She finishes her call and told them to grab the truck. Explaination wasn't needed at the time, However he did asked about the child and what those muggles know.
That's when she told him who's the abuse child is. And explaination, short version.
Kingsley, more composed, stepped forward with a clipboard. "We'll need to take a full statement, Mr. Potter, Only when you're comfortable telling us, Right now, this is to ensure you're never sent back there."
Harry glanced toward Tony and Rhodey. Tony gave him a firm, reassuring nod.
Amelia turned to her team, voice lower now. "This entire operation has to be kept quiet. If word gets out Harry Potter's been mistreated—"
"—the whole damn wizarding world will go up in flames," Moody finished, scowling. "Fudge will try to cover it. Dumbledore will circle his wagons. This has to be airtight."
Tony crossed his arms. "You really think the guy who put him there won't sense something's coming?"
Kingsley looked at him with sharp curiosity. "You believe Dumbledore did this knowingly?"
"We've got records and bank trails," Rhodey said. "Harry's relatives were receiving untraceable magical payments. No listed job. No trail. Someone was greasing them."
Moody swore under his breath. What the heck happened to Dumbledore?! This doesn't sound like the man he knows!
Amelia nodded. "Then our first priority, We'll use international channels if we must, but we cannot let this become public—not yet."
She knelt by Harry, her voice soft but firm. "You are safe now, Harry. And we will never let them hurt you again."
Harry didn't respond with words. But the way he sat a little straighter, his eyes no longer darting to exits—that said enough.