Chapter 7

London – Hotel– 10:34 AM

Tony had just poured himself a third cup of coffee, standing by the minibar and muttering to himself about "magic" and "hallucinations," He doesn't believe in this bullshit, he is all about science not magic.

The door is knocked, Rhodey gets up and walks over to the door, he opens it.

A tall woman in deep dark brownish robes stepped inside, her expression calm but sharp. Her hair tied up into a pony tail, She carried herself like someone who'd stared down death—and filed paperwork on it afterward.

"Colonel Rhodes," she greeted crisply. "Amelia Bones. Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Tony blinked from across the room. "Wait—Amelia Bones? That sounds made up. Like something from a gothic detective novel." Because her name does sound like that to him at least.

Amelia looked at him, one brow arching. "And you must be Mr. Stark. I admit I don't keep up with Muggle broadcasts, but your name's well-known. You manufacture weapons, don't you?"

Tony raised his hands innocently. "Reformed. Mostly. Now I save the world."

Amelia gave him a polite nod and turned to Rhodey. "Shall we begin?"

The two moved to the table while Tony leaned against the counter, arms crossed, sipping his coffee with exaggerated skepticism. "So," Tony drawled, "this is the part where you tell me Hogwarts is real and dragons exist?"

"No," Amelia said evenly, "this is the part where I show you."

She pulled her wand from her sleeve.

Tony instinctively stiffened. "Okay, nope. Nope. Lady pulls a stick and I'm out—"

But before he could finish, Amelia pointed at the empty glass on the table.

With a flick of her wand and a muttered spell, the glass twisted—its smooth surface morphing, warping, sprouting legs and eyes and fur—until a tiny, mewling creature sat there, tail twitching. It looked like a kitten, but one made entirely of glimmering, living glass—reflecting rainbows off its translucent body.

Tony nearly dropped his coffee.

"WHAT—WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Rhodey, eyes wide, reached forward and gently picked it up. "It's warm, Tony. And breathing." A real kitten.

Amelia folded her arms calmly. "Transfiguration. Temporary. It'll revert in about five minutes. But yes, it's real."

Tony stared in abject disbelief. "You turned a wine glass into a kitten. A kitten. Made of glass. That's illegal. That should be illegal."

Amelia gave a faint, rare smile. "In some departments, yes."

Rhodey chuckled and stroked the kitten's head. "Okay, I'll admit, I thought magic would be more... glitter. This is actually impressive."

Tony pointed a shaky finger. "You realize everything I know about physics just cried in a corner?"

"Magic doesn't replace science," Amelia said. "It simply exists beside it."

There was a moment of silence as the kitten curled up in Rhodey's lap. Then Amelia's expression turned serious. "You said this was about a child," she said to him. "A case of abuse?"

Rhodey nodded. "Yeah. Been investigating for a while. We've tried to stay quiet, keep the kid's identity sealed until we know who to trust."

Tony glanced at Rhodey, then back at Amelia. He could feel the tension shift.

Rhodey finally said it.

"His name is Harry. Harry James Potter."

Amelia's eyes widened.

She stood up, mouth slightly open, eyes snapping toward both men. "What?"

Tony and Rohedy is surprised by her reaction."So you do know him." Was his baby brother some celebrity? Or well known?

Amelia blinked rapidly. "Know him? He's Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The child who ended You-Know-Who's rise—he's one of the most significant names in the magical world. How do you know Harry Potter? And what do you mean he's abused?!"

Rhodey looked at Tony.

Tony looked at Amelia.

"…It's complicated," Tony said. "But apparently? He's my little brother."

Amelia stared.

"Half little brother"

And for the first time in a long time, she looked truly shocked.

Later That Night…

The kitten had long since returned to its original form—a perfectly ordinary wine glass. It sat innocently on the table, refracting the soft light of the suite as if it hadn't just been purring in Rhodey's lap hours earlier.

Tony, sitting as far from it as possible, sipped his drink from a completely different glass. "Yeah, not touching that. Ever."

Amelia, now seated in an armchair with a glass of wine—non-transfigured, thank you very much—had gone unusually quiet. She took a slow sip, her brows furrowed.

"This... this is a lot to take in," she said finally, the weariness in her voice breaking through her usual steely calm. "You're telling me Harry Potter is your half-brother?"

Tony nodded, lips tightening. "Half-brother. Believe me, I triple-checked everything in that will. My father, Howard Stark, helped out a relative—James Potter, apparently a cousin. Guy couldn't have kids. So Howard, being the emotionally genius he was, made a deal."

Amelia leaned forward. "What kind of deal?"

Tony picked up a thick folder and passed it to her. "James gets help starting a family. Howard gets... what? A sense of control? Legacy? I don't know. But the condition was that he never contacts the kid. Never sees him. Not a letter. Not a whisper."

She scanned the will, eyes narrowing. The Potter seal was unmistakable, as was the magically notarized documentation—merged with mundane legal signatures. The pieces lined up.

"This is impossible," she muttered.

Tony smirked bitterly. "You just turned a glass into a kitten. That's your line?"

She didn't smile.

Rhodey joined them, laying down more folders on the table. "We've been following a paper trail. Real estate transfers, bank records, hidden transactions. We found out Harry's been living with his aunt—Lily's sister. Petunia Dursley."

Amelia's face darkened instantly. "My niece—Susan Bones—she's in Hufflepuff. She's told me stories about harry first year, How he's quiet, polite. Keeps to himself" Her niece was the most observed child. She thought something was off about the hire potter but it could be the whole chaos that happened in first year like a troll getting in the school. That pissed Amelia off. Why wasn't she informed?

Tony's fists clenched. "We saw him. We've been to the house. Well, outside we stayed and watched. The kid's so skinny, He wears loose clothes, if you are close enough you see how skinny he is, and I'm pretty sure his idea of a meal is a crust of bread and… just water"

Amelia's grip tightened on her wine glass.

Rhodey added, "We've seen more than enough to confirm abuse. Physical neglect. We have photos, time logs, everything. Our drone we used to spy on them, Also had captured a photo of his bedroom, Like an owl in a cage with a lock. Pretty sure, that's what his relatives are doing… if I am right, that's how magical folks used owls for letters right?"

Tony gawked. "Wait- for real? They don't use phones??"

Amelia stood slowly, setting the glass down. "That's it."

Tony looks at her. "That's what? Gonna install Phone lines? I can help"

She turned to them, her voice full of righteous fury. "I'm going to get him out of there. Legally or magically—I don't care. That child should never have been left with Muggles like them."

Tony hesitated to ask what she meant by Muggle, then asked softly, "He really is that important, isn't he?" Is she helping him because he's famous like she said?

Amelia met his eyes.

"He's not just important to our world—he's a child. And no child should be treated like that. I don't care if he's the Chosen One or a half-brother to the richest man on Earth. He deserves a family."

Tony looked away, jaw tight. "I never even knew he existed." if he had known, this wouldn't have happened.

Amelia placed a hand gently on the folder. "Now you do. So what will you do about it?"

Tony looked at Rhodey.

Rhodey looked back, silent but certain.

Tony's voice was low. "We get him out."

Amelia nodded once, firm and resolute. "Then let's do it. And this time—we do it the magical way"