Tony Stark's Magical Children

Tony was in the cabin while they made the tower protections, because he got on badly with the blond idiot who was the husband of Haresa's friend. He went up to the attic and under some boxes. The cabin had been the house where his parents had cared for him when he was a newborn

He wondered if there was something useful in the boxes from his childhood. Something that would give him a clue that he needed the baby because the parenting books had left him scared and confused, things that he hadn't happened to since puberty

His first motherboard, his first integrated circuit. His first computer. It was so embarrassing to see his early works

Tony smiled fondly. Maybe he should take them to a place where they could look good. In the tower or in Stark Industries. The next box was a surprise. It was an old blanket that was wrapped in old plastic and with mothballs out of the wrapper.

Tony traced the name embroidered on the blanket with his fingers. The stitches were uneven, the letters were crooked. It was his mother's job. She, his mother, had made that blanket in a course with other mothers. He brought the blanket close to her face and he sniffed it. He even he could faintly smell the softener they used while his mother was alive

-Is it your baby blanket? - Tony jumped a little and then looked at his daughter

-How did you get here?

-I followed you with a trace spell. I don't want to see Galia flirting with Orion and it bores me to see my mother's battle against Uncle Draco number 8,978. - The girl raised her broom a little- Mom made us each one, although she is good at sewing and magic helps. Grandma Weasley helped mom, she made most of our baby clothes. Mama has them stored in the bank of magicians

-I would love to see them- Tony looked at some photos that were in the box.- This is my mother- He pointed to the beautiful pregnant dark-haired Italian woman who was smiling at the camera. She wore a dress that stretched across her stomach but without floral prints that were popular at the time, his mother had never worn prints.

-It's weird that they don't move. - whispered Lily. - You look like her, in the shape of your eyes and your jaw looks like your mother's, dad. She was beautiful

-You also look like her. She was a lady, very beautiful and elegant. She was very attractive and she had suitors until after she was married to my father. My father watched her like a hawk, although I don't think anyone could have tempted her. She was very religious and she strongly believed in marriage as a sacred institution.

-How did she die? -Tony tensed, that was one of the parts of his past that he was still reconciling with

-A car accident. My parents were going to a party and my father had a bourbon before leaving. Both died

Lily's arms went around her father and he put a hand on her head giving a couple of pats. His eyes were lost in the past. He had been in college, barely fifteen years, when the news came. His first adult suit was the one he wore to the funeral, the suit in which he was going to present a very important project the following week.

-He used to drink a lot, you know? And at that time they did not do controls to measure the level of alcohol in the blood. I always thought that he had trusted because it was only a drink and he had driven more drunk. But he was getting old even though he didn't want to admit it, and that took a toll on him.

-That's why you have a driver? -Tony looked at her. His beautiful and intelligent daughter fixed her huge hazel eyes on him- I've watched you, you like to operate machines, that's why you love being Iron Man. You have a dominant personality, you like to be in control, according to Aunt Pepper. And I saw magazines where you were driving racing cars. But you don't drive your own car

Tony laughed, his daughter's intelligence was something fun to watch. He wasn't used to treating people as smart as him. Not many people realized that he never drove.

-Smart girl, a very smart girl.

-I like to think that I am.- I move on to another photograph- Who is it? It's not grandpa

-That's Jarvis, the human version of him. Use his personality and his records to create JARVIS. They also spent some time together before human Jarvis passed away. He was always more of a father to me than my own father.

-Why?

-My father was like me, like the three of us. He got into something, got the next brilliant idea, and she hadn't seen him for three months. I didn't understand it until I realized that I was like him. Our brains work differently than most, my mother used to say it that way. I usually need someone to remind me when to sleep or eat sometimes

- It happens to us too. But it happens to magicians in general. We focus too much and lose everything else out of sight.

The next photos were more of the same, it was strange to see Jarvis, so formal, giving him a bottle. Or his mother taking his hands in his first steps. The last photo was of a two or three year old Tony holding a wrench next to his father.

It was the only Howard Stark photo of the bunch. It wasn't that those were the only childhood photos of him that he had. But… They were the ones that his mother considered important to keep with her baby blanket.

“The first time Tony helps Howard. Howard is proud to have such a diligent assistant. "

Tony looked at his father, he was smiling as they were fixing what looked like a rocket ship. Most likely he was not, his mother would not have allowed it. Although Tony could mount and dismount a gun before his sixth birthday, so he could be

That photo ended up framed and in the nursery they were preparing, along with one of Tony and his mother. Haresa only added one of her with hers, two of her parents and another of the twins when they were little

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Tony looked at the color swatches as Haresa looked around the baby's room. The slight lump in her belly was beginning to show and she was forbidden to try to lift things. Haresa complained because she said that she shouldn't start showing herself yet, but she was naturally very thin and that's why they saw it.

-I don't want cream color, it stains just looking at it. - - Tony was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and unfairly tight sweatpants. Being totally honest she Haresa didn't think it was fair for a man to look so attractive in such casual clothes. And she had seen Captain America naked, in an accident

-The Potter house has representative colors of purple and gold. But the Black house has black and silver. - Tony looked at her surprised - They are things of the nobility, it means that on the most formal occasions I must wear the colors of one of the noble houses.

-Well then… Gold and purple. Painted in swirls that run along the walls and blending in a blurred way in parts. Like a two-colored mist that begins to blend

Haresa imagined it and liked it. The nursery at Black Mannor was just black, totally black. She didn't like him, but she couldn't change it without bringing strangers into her house. While Tony was setting up the robot as he wanted the room to be painted Haresa was looking at models of cribs, there were many

Tony helped her up as they went out so she wouldn't smell the paint fumes.

-Will he be alright alone?

-Dummy will have a lot of fun, that robot loves to paint. Are the twins packing their bags?

-Yes, in a week they will return to Hogwarts, they have to prepare. After all they are Heirs of noble houses. Although sometimes it is complicated.

-You don't usually talk much about being a Lady. I guess it will be complicated- Haresa said yes and she began to relate some things to him before Tony shook his head- Sorry, sweetie. I need a common thread. Earlier you said that each house had its own colors that you should wear in important situations. How do you choose which colors to wear?

-Depending on which house has more influence on the matter to be discussed in the meeting. For politics the Black, social parties the Potter or Peverell, ... Those are the things that I will have to teach this child, since one of my titles will go to him or her- Haresa caressed the bulge in his belly

-Do not all titles usually go to the eldest son and then wait for there to be several males to divide them?

-That's in muggle society. For magicians it depends on the level of power. A woman cannot inherit, normally, because family magic is very heavy and destined to be carried by a man because our society is usually very macho. So a medium-powered witch would have trouble withstanding the magic that is bestowed by being a Lord. But a powerful witch would have no problem with the title of Lady of a family. Although the family magics get heavier according to more members of the family there are.

-I think I understand and at the same time not. It is like pouring water into a container, if the container is very small it will break, but if it is large it will be able to support it.

Haresa laughed at that

-Yes, more or less. I'm thinking of making Orion Lord Black and Lily Lady Potter.

-That would be fine? - Tony looked at the book of customs of the noble houses.- I mean, your last name is Potter and his original house would be the Potter house. Won't it cause problems?

-Lily is my first born and she is more compatible with the Potter family magic. There is also the fact that the Potter family has an heirloom that can only be passed on to the firstborn and I would rather it remain from the Potter family. Black magic is more focused on working with objects, so it will accept Orion better. And the Black house can only be inherited by a male who descends from the main line

-But are you a woman? Dont have much sense. Also, your father is not directly descended from the Black line.

-My godfather adopted me by blood. In the eyes of magic, I am the daughter of both James Potter and Sirius Black. That is why magic recognized me as the last descendant of the main line and I was able to inherit. That's another reason Draco and I get on badly. His mother is a Black and if I had not been adopted by blood the title would be Draco. Although it does not matter, since Orion was conceived, the Black family magic is pulling me because it knows that there is a male available to inherit.- Haresa smiled as she placed her hand on her belly- I am withholding that magic by force so that Orion don't feel the pressure yet. I inherited the mantle of Lady Potter very young and conquered the title of Lady Slytherin, I would not want anyone to have to go through the pressure in my magic that I felt before being aware of what it was

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Haresa watched the children prepare to take the international transfer with Ron by her side.

-Remember, if someone asks about my absence, give the muggle excuse we use for me to stay in the tower

The excuse was that after a small attack on the Tower she had been injured, a leg broken in several places. Her presence in the Tower was justified as a commercial agreement between Stark Industries and The Marauders. But after the attack, Tony Stark had felt bad and was letting her stay in the tower to recover.

And since Tony was a Muggle who didn't know about magic she couldn't go to a healer to repair her leg in four minutes. Because Tony didn't know about magic, for 99% of the magic population, and it would be rare for such a serious injury to heal in hours

-Yes mom

-Can't we go to Ilvermorny for a year? -Complained Orion- It's a good school and we'll be closer when the baby is born

Tony smiled as he stopped hugging Lily

-Yes, my son. You do it for your mother. Not because of that pretty blue-eyed blonde girl who asked you to spend a year at her school-Orion blushed, something he never did to Galia. In part Haresa was glad that her son didn't have the flirting skills of her own father, Tony was much better at that. - Besides, will you be able to leave your experiments for a whole year? I know you left half things at Hogwarts. Do you think Ilvermorny will be tolerant enough to let you experiment or tough enough not to destroy himself with your failures?

Orion grumbled a bit and Ron shrugged the trunks

-We have two minutes left

Lily clung to her mother while Tony hugged Orion.

-I want letters to know the sex of the baby soon! And he writes anything! We will be back for Christmas!

The move activated and took them away with a blast of magic. Haresa crossed her arms until Tony hugged her and kissed her tenderly

-Will this feeling go away one day? -He said- See them go to boarding school

-No, but you do better hiding a smile so that they think that everything is fine

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Haresa looked at her papers before her for a few seconds. Her request for regulation of her love filters was going quite well. Until now it had not been prohibited because women in marriages arranged with men with a great difference in age or unattractive used them to help conceive an heir

The door opened and she watched Wanda enter

-Good morning, Tony is not here.

-I know, he's at a weapons convention as a special guest- Wanda sat next to her -I've seen your mind

-You are a natural legimens, I have not doubted that you would look at some point. Even if it was unintentional

-Your childhood was worse than mine. Even with everything bad that happened to us, I had Pietro. And you could do it alone, I went from holding on to Pietro to holding on to Vision.

Haresa looked at the girl, she reminded him of her, just after the war ended. The version of her that despite having a bed continued to sleep on the floor of the room. The version that she kept pulling her wand at the slightest noise and scolding each animal for if it was an Animagus. She got into a lot of postal owls because of it.

-I wasn't alone. They gave me space, but I knew they would be there if I called. They let me advance at my own pace. If you feel like you need someone to vent to other than the Tower or the Avengers there are always psychologists and support groups. Maybe not for your specific problem, but for abused children.- Haresa smiled slightly- Hermione forced me to go to one here in New York during my pregnancy, they were very kind. We met once a week, I am still in contact with several of them. Others ... They couldn't get over it