Chapter 1
Tony was worried.
Now, anyone that knew him would laugh at that statement. Genius, Billionaire, Playboy Anthony Stark getting worried? As if.
However he truly was worried. You see, Tony wasn't an only child as everyone thought. He wasn't even a Stark, but quite a few people knew that. Rather, he had two siblings who were just as extraordinary as he was. No, they weren't Billionaire, Playboy, Genius, Philanthropist's, although one was rather rich. Rather, they were Wizards.
That's right, Wizards. Tony wasn't one, he was what wixen referred to as Squibs. Non-magicals born to two Wizards. Most squibs were generally abandoned by their parents, although that tended to depend on the country and their culture. However, that wasn't why he was adopted.
No, during his and his siblings' childhood, some crazy wizard who went by the name Grindrlwauld was going around starting a war.
Think of Hitler. Now add magic, white hair, blue eyes and slightly more insane followers. Like a evil genocidal Gojo. That's who that guy was.
During his reign he killed off their parents, leading them to all be orphaned, and eventually adopted by different families. He and Sally were both adopted by muggle families, and somehow ended up in America. The same city even! It was a really weird coincidence.
Hia brother James, on the other hand, was adopted by a pureblood Family in Britain. Despite all this they still kept in touch, contacting each other weekly, and meeting up at least once a year for a week. And these catch ups are very important to them. The last time someone had missed them, it was Sally, because she was unconscious after 2 hours of labour. Which, fair enough, but that's generally the level of problems they were dealing with if the missed the catch up. So when Tony wasn't able to contact either of his siblings for their weekly catch up early that day, he was worried. Very worried.
This meant that when he heard the sound of the doorbell, disturbing him from his fretting, he couldn’t help but jump a little. Walking into the foyer he opened the door to a pair police officers and a bundle of blankets.
"Are Mr Stark? Anthony Howard Stark?"
"Yeah, that's me… Why? Is something wrong?" He asked. They looked at each other sadly before turning to look at him.
"Mr Stark, Ms Sally Jackson got into a crash earlier this morning. As her closest relative, biologically and geographically, it was decided that the custody of her son Percy Jackson would be put into your hands. We were unable to locate his twin, however we believe he may be with your brother. How he got there we do not know, but that is the impression we are under. We are sorry for your loss."
He was on a Plane.
Why? Good question.
The answer is that after finding out his sister was dead he immediately panicked. Thanking the cops for passing his nephew onto him, he rushed, not before telling them that, in the case he was needed for further legal issues, they could find in Britain looking for his brother. He had then promptly drove to the Airport and hopped onto a plane to Britain, hoping he wasn't too late.
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November 1st, Godric Hollow, Potter Cottage
He was too late.
"Sir, we ask you to please move over, we understand your shock as a family member, however we still need to do our job." Nodding numbley, Tony moved over, out of the Fireman's way. He had been here for an hour, blankly staring at the burnt shell that was what remained of his brother's home.
Dead. Both of them were Dead.
Not only that, but Harry was still missing. Suddenly his phone started vibrating, he checked the Caller ID before going to hang up, only to freeze as he stared at it. Frowning he answered it, lifting it up to his ear.
"Petunia. What an honor."
"Cut the sarcasm Stark. I'm calling you for one reason only." A voice snapped back over the line.
"And what might that be?" She sighed
"Some old fool by the name of Dumbledore thought that James and Lily had a child, and gave them to me, 'Their only blood related relative.' As that child is not my nephew, and you are actually their blood related relative, I need you to come pick up Harry. I know you've heard about my husband's, shall we say, less than welcoming view of Magic. Plus I have my own brat to take care of."
"You're joking right?" He asked incredulously, letting out a chuckle.
"No, Stark, I am not Joking around. Now hurry your ass and your undoubtedly stupidly flashy car over. You know the address. Try not to disturb the neighbour's."
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4 Privet Drive, Surrey
3 years ago, Tony had been invited to his brothers wedding. The wedding had be a wonderus happy day. In fact, there had only been one bad thing about it. As it so happened, said bad thing was currently standing infront of him with the husband they had neglected to bring to the wedding. Probably for the best.
"Let me get this straight." A gruff voice belonging to a man with no neck said. "This man, who just drove in, just so happens to be the younger brother of the man that your sister married, and he is now here to pick up his nephew, who is also our nephew-in-law, and he has our other nephew-in-law, who is twins with this nephew-in-law, waiting in the car, and said car also the reason why every single one of our neighbor's have found an excuse to be outside and ogle at our house."
"That is correct Vernon. It is also likely that we will unfortunately, have to see him again, so please be nice." Another person, a woman, who seemed to be the opposite of the man who just spoke, with enough neck for the both of them, seemed to be trying to keep her husband, presumably Vernon, calm. What for was clear. It was why she had to that wasn't. Tense silence filled the room before someone huffed.
"Just take the damn kid and leave." Tony smiled in relief.
"Thank you, good kind sir, for your uttermo-"
"Stop it with the sarcasm Stark" interrupted Petunia.
"What! I wasn't being sarcastic!"
"Of course Stark, of course."
"Now you're the one being sarcastic!"