Man of Iron, Child of Magic

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Notes: Purely for story purposes, I've moved the timeline forward so that the summer between Harry's second and third years at Hogwarts is the summer of 2013. The Chitauri invasion was in May 2013.

Harry's first and second years happened as shown in the books, and this story goes completely, totally, and in all other ways AU after that. It's not very canon-compliant for Avengers/Iron Man, either. You have been warned.

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JULY 30

New York City was a mess. But then, it had a right to be, Tony Stark thought. It had taken eight months to clean up after the September 11, 2001, attack, and that had only involved cleaning up two buildings and the surrounding area.

Two months after an alien invasion that had damaged almost half of lower Manhattan, it felt like they'd barely begun the cleanup. Tony had thrown himself into the cleanup effort after only a day or two to rest and recover from the fight, his Iron Man armor proving useful for more than just stopping the aliens as he cut the debris into manageable pieces before being loaded into trucks and hauled away.

He wasn't the only Avenger helping out, either - not far away, Steve Rogers was helping load the trucks that would haul the debris away for recycling or other disposal. Tony had no idea what Barton and Romanoff were up to - probably super-secret SHIELD spy stuff - and Banner thought it best not to leave his lab, but he was glad that Rogers, at least, was helping rebuild the city.

Tony finished cutting the last girder down to a manageable size and picked up the pieces to carry to a truck. He'd put in a solid six hours so far and was considering calling it a day - at least as Iron Man; as Tony Stark, he'd be visiting other crews this afternoon and offering what encouragement he could - when JARVIS spoke.

"Sir, I've received an alert on the priority search protocol you established last month."

Tony's heart clenched with a sudden need to know whatever it was JARVIS had finally found. But the load of twisted metal he carried required his full attention. "Give me a sec, J."

He didn't acknowledge JARVIS' quiet, "Of course, sir," choosing instead to focus on getting what had once been part of a staircase into a waiting hauler.

Once that was done, Tony moved a little away from everyone else and said, "What'd you find, J?"

"This."

The view in his heads-up display changed to a newspaper article dated the day before. The article reported a car crash on the M25 motorway near Little Whinging, Surrey, that had killed both drivers involved - a lorry driver named Jonathan Wilder and a woman named Petunia Dursley, who'd been driving a sedan when the lorry driven by Mr. Wilder had crashed headfirst into the driver's side of her sedan. Dursley's teenaged nephew had been injured in the accident and was recovering at St. Peter's Hospital in Chertsey.

Chertsey? Where the hell do they come up with those names?

"Why did this trip the protocol?" Tony asked.

"According to your notes, Lily Evans Potter had a sister named Petunia Evans," JARVIS said. "The name Petunia is unusual enough that I added it to the search parameters. A cursory search based on this article revealed that Petunia Dursley was known as Petunia Evans before she married. From there, it wasn't difficult to find that her nephew's name is Harry Potter."

Tony's heart clenched. Harry. He swallowed once, hard.

"Are you well, sir?" JARVIS asked. "Your pulse and respiration both increased sharply."

"Yeah, J, I'm fine. What's Harry's condition?"

"He was riding in the rear seat on the passenger side of the sedan. He has contusions over most of the left side of his body, two cracked ribs, a fractured left clavicle, and a broken left wrist and ankle. He is being monitored overnight due to a concussion."