Location: Hotel, Next Morning...
The sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the spacious room. Harry stirred beneath the soft, warm covers. The bed was unfamiliar—far too comfortable to be the lumpy mattress he was used to. For a brief moment, panic surged through him.
Then it all came back.
The park. Tony. The hotel. The truth.
Harry slowly sat up, blinking sleep from his eyes. Beside the bed, on the elegant wooden nightstand, was Hedwig, perched proudly and free—no cage in sight. She gave a low, affectionate hoot and fluffed her wings before hopping onto his shoulder.
Harry smiled, reaching up to gently stroke her feathers. "Good morning, girl." He kept the promise to bring her. Looking around, He saw his trunk on the side of the table on the floor.
Getting off the bed, Still barefoot, Harry padded out of the room and into the suite's open living space. He paused in the doorway.
Tony Stark was seated casually at a dining table, dressed in a relaxed hoodie and sweatpants, scrolling through something on his tablet. The table in front of him was filled with an array of breakfast dishes—eggs, toast, pancakes, fruits, bacon, even a glass of orange juice. It smelled heavenly.
Tony glanced up and grinned. "Sleeping Beauty awakens. You skipped dinner, kid. I figured I'd bribe you with breakfast before you pull a disappearing act again."
Harry blinked at the food, then at Tony. "Sorry… I guess I was really tired."
"Don't be," Tony said, waving him over. "Come sit. Eat. You need actual nutrients, not the moldy bread and sadness your relatives were serving."
Harry hesitated, then carefully made his way over and sat down. Hedwig remained perched contentedly on his shoulder.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Your owl's a queen. You know that, right?"
Harry chuckled softly, stroking her feathers. "Yeah… she is."
As he began to eat—tentatively at first, as if afraid it might vanish—Tony kept talking.
"So, Harry," Tony said, helping himself to coffee. "Serious question: pancakes or waffles? Choose wisely. This determines the fate of our relationship."
Harry gave a surprised snort, nearly choking on his eggs. "Uh—pancakes, I guess?"
Tony dramatically clutched his chest. "Betrayed. My own flesh and blood."
Harry laughed, shyly at first. But it grew into a genuine smile.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt safe.
Tony saw it too—the way Harry relaxed slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing, his eyes not darting around the room like prey expecting a trap.
It was a start.
And Tony Stark was going to make damn sure it only got better from here.
Harry poked at the slice of toast on his plate, still chewing slowly. The warmth of the room, the clean air, the presence of Hedwig free beside him — it all felt unreal. But one question had started to quietly claw at the back of his mind.
He glanced up at Tony, hesitant. "Mr. Stark…"
Tony blinked, mid-sip of his coffee. "Mr. Stark? Come on, kid, I don't wear a tie. Just call me Tony."
Harry shifted in his seat. "Okay… Tony. I've been meaning to ask. How exactly… are we related? And why now? Why did you come looking for me?"
Tony put the mug down with a soft clink, his expression losing its humor. There was still a casual air about him — but the question clearly mattered.
"Yeah," Tony said, sitting back in his chair. "You deserve to know."
He paused, considering how to phrase it. "So… Henry West. He's been our family's lawyer since before I was born. Real private guy, old-school, loyal in that 'buries secrets in vaults' kind of way."
Harry listened closely, unsure where this was going.
"A couple weeks ago, he came to me," Tony continued. "Told me he found a file—an old sealed document from my dad, Howard. Said it was something he was legally bound not to share until certain… conditions were met."
Harry's brow furrowed. "Like what?"
Tony shrugged. "Something about family obligations, next of kin—legal mumbo jumbo. But he handed me the file. And it was all about you."
Harry looked stunned.
"Apparently," Tony said, voice quieter now, "James Potter—your father—was my dad's cousin. He and his wife, Lily, couldn't have kids for some reason, and Howard… helped. Don't ask me how. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that myself."
Harry's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.
"There was a condition," Tony went on. "My dad wanted no contact. Said if he helped them, it had to stay buried. He didn't trust his own family much—something about old bloodlines and drama"
Harry looked down at his plate, trying to process all of this.
"I didn't even know you existed, Harry. Not until Henry showed me that file. And even then, I didn't believe it. Not until I saw you."
There was a silence between them. Not heavy, but thoughtful.
"I didn't know magic existed either," Tony added with a crooked smile. "You think I took it well? I've built flying suits and artificial intelligence, but a woman turning a glass into a kitten? That one still messes with my head."
Harry snorted quietly. "It is weird… at first."
Tony's gaze softened. "I didn't come looking for you out of obligation, Harry. I came because I read what your life's been like… and no one—no one—should have to grow up the way you did."
Harry's fingers curled around the edge of his plate. His eyes were glassy, but he didn't let a tear fall. "You're really… my brother?" It's kinda hard to believe, Right Infornt of him is his brother, James Potter isn't his dad? So many questions, For now, He roll with it.
"Half-brother," Tony nodded. "But yeah. You're stuck with me now."
Harry looked at him for a long moment. Then, in a small voice: "Thank you."
Tony gave him a warm, lopsided grin. "Don't thank me yet, kid. Wait till you see the custom gear I'm gonna make you once I figure out what kind of tech wizards use."
Harry blinked. "Tech… wizard?"
Tony winked. "You better believe it."
And for the first time since they'd met, Harry laughed. Not the nervous kind. A real one.
And that was working progress.