Chapter 7
Shoutas had a weird year. If you had asked him last year where he thought he’d be right now his honest answer probably would’ve been dead in a ditch. It might even have been true if he hadn’t met Tony, at the very least he wouldn’t be dating Hizashi he wouldn’t be having secret tea parties with Nemuri or helping Tensei lick light bulbs and other various electronic equipment. He wouldn’t have gone to therapy and wouldn’t have accepted his position as Nezus personal student with half as much grace and acceptance as he did. And he wouldn’t know Izuku and that baby might be the cutest baby he’d ever seen and he’d been around Tensei’s little brother for most of Tenyas life. With all of the good that came after being adopted by Tony, came mountains of worry and paranoia given that his new dad was Iron Man and a billionaire who has lots of enemies from before his time being a superhero. His inability to see his father all the time kind of sucks but he understands and agrees that it’s for the best and he knows Tony comes and stays with them every chance he get so they can spend time together. He may be new to this whole “being a parent” thing but so far he’s the best one Shoutas ever had. He does enjoy the chaos that follows his family everywhere though, it’s so much different from the tense quiet that followed him around his last home. It makes the house feel like a home instead of just a place they sleep at, and it’s just fun to do things that make Tony or Uncle Rhodey jump and scream like children. Jarvis took some getting used to if he’s being 100% honest but he’s just as much part of the family as any of the human members and Shouta honestly doesn’t know how he’s survived this long without him.
Currently the chaos that is his fathers life has sent them on a journey to England to collect some other stray for Tony to adopt because he has a Problem and can’t help himself from adopting creatures in need. Honestly at this point he’s worried if his father will continue to be a billionaire with the speed he’s adopting people around him. That’s besides the point though. He’s never left Japan before and now he’s going to the complete opposite country culture-wise. He won’t see heroes or quirks while he’s here, he’ll barely see technology and electricity if his dad’s right and they’re stuck in Scotland's wizarding population. The fact that wizards exist isn’t as shocking as it might have been last year due to the extreme circumstances he’s been surrounded by lately. Given by what he was told about his new adopted-brother-to-be he’s just as fucked up as the rest of his family so he should fit right in, and given that Tony and him have already done the heavy lifting of helping each other realize they need therapy after what they’ve been through, they can work together to convince the newest member to also go. Oh well that’s a problem waiting for after the end of the death tournament he’s never left Japan and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t milk this trip for all it’s worth.
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Harry wasn’t expecting to start his fourth year like this. He knew something was up at the Quidditch World Cup and all the death eaters that invaded like the parasites they are, he was readying himself for another defense teacher who was out to kill him or another mass murderer escaping Azkaban whose sole purpose is to finish what Voldemort started. What he was not prepared for was a tournament which had been dismantled for its very high mortality rate amongst literal children. Although he wasn’t really surprised when after it was announced his name was drawn even though he hadn’t put it in, didn’t want anything to do with said competition, actually not that anyone besides Hermione asked his opinion. It’s just his luck actually, he wishes he could’ve been surprised but something’s bound to go wrong every year and he was overdo some death threats since last year was all a big misunderstanding. Of course the fact that Ron is being an absolute git about the whole situation is more than a bit inconvenient but also not that unexpected considering the way he was singing the tournament's praises and how he wished more than anything he could’ve entered. It’s a shame that the first friend Harry had ever made turned out to be the same as everyone else in Harry’s life so far, but again his luck is unprecedented so not entirely surprising. The dreams he’s been having are new too. He’s not entirely fond of those, not that his desperate pleading with his brain will allow him to not have them for a night. Overall his fourth year at Hogwarts is not great 0/10 he does not recommend. There’s also the strangest tingling throughout his body, usually followed by a sense of foreboding that tells him shits about to hit the fan but so far the foreboding has taken a vacation so he’s fairly sure it’s not an ill omen for once. The sensation zipping through him like sparks of energy, trying to tell him something’s going to happen that might not be out to kill him for once. Harry will take what little peace he has left though and wait for the shoe to drop and the show to start.
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Tony wasn’t sure what he could expect when he got to London. He knew every inch of diagon alley just as he did Piazza de Farfalle in Venice, his mother making sure to show him so he would recognize all parts of his heritage. He knew every proper greeting for the goblins in the bank, he was iffy on the names of his account managers not having to interact with them too much already rich enough in muggle money he was more than happy to just let his galleons sit and accumulate without his oversight. He was also very rusty on the current lords and ladies of the prominent families in Britain he stayed largely out of the last war they had found themselves in even though he’d heard of it and a large proportion of the outcomes. The proportion of outcomes he didn’t care enough to follow up on was who had gotten themselves arrested and or killed. He had seen enough death as an arms dealer he didn’t need even more in his personal life in that period of time so he’d rather pretend he knew nothing of what happened. He was still very influential in the wizarding circuits throughout America and Italy but so many people had forgotten his ties to the English ones. To get to the point of this he knows the Contessas son and heir is currently enrolled in Hogwarts with his wayward cousin(? Son? God this is already so confusing and causing him a migraine and he knows it’ll only get worse from here) and was hoping she could ask her son for a rundown on what he can expect his familial obligation, no that’s too cold makes him seem unwilling and disconnected,to act like. That line of research ended much sooner than he thought it would when the Contessa informed him that her son and his don’t run in the same circles and any information he gives Tony is likely to be biased and a bad judge of his character. So he’s back to square one, going in blind.