At almost 15 years old Harry Potter ran away from his aunt and uncle's house. He had just witnessed Cedric die and knew he could not go back. He had seen the newspapers against him before he left school. He had seen the accusations. He knew he needed to run. He planned to do independent study until he was 17 and could legally do magic. An owl to Gringotts left him with a new identity and all the money he could legally withdraw before he was 17. Some contacts and a beanie left him with a new look. Most people looked for the hair and scar and glasses, he figured. He hoped it was enough of a disguise. He knew he should do colored contacts to hide the unique green, but he couldn't give up part of his mom like that.

He had his mother's diary that he had found when he was 7 in his aunt and uncle's attic. She had described her summer internship at Stark industries in NYC. She had been in love with the city, and it even seemed she had had a crush on the owner's son. He had never looked up more about the company and did not even know if they were still a company. But it felt like moving to NYC was a way to be closer to his mother, and he thought he may even be able to look up Tony, her friend who she had had a crush on.

He had enough to make it through maybe a year without any supplemental income if he was careful and lived EXTREMELY frugally. Luckily, the goblins had given him an emancipation letter, which enabled him to find work and a home. He had tested and was given his GCSE at 12, the summer after his first year of Hogwarts. He had wanted to make sure that he would be able to blend in to the muggle world if needed. Man was he thankful that Hermione had given him the insight that she planned on getting his GCSE eventually, and lucky that he had always studied ahead.

Harry found an extremely small studio apartment, really not much bigger than a broom closet, but it had a kitchen and a bed and what more did he really need? After he signed the papers, he had asked the landlord if he had ever heard about Stark industries. The landlord immediately laughed at him and told him he would not miss the building with the words STARK written if he just walked downtown.

Walking down Park Ave, Harry had a nervous feeling that something big was going to happen to change his life. He had no clue what, but his gut was rarely wrong. The landlord was correct, with big neon letters on the top of the building it was hard to miss. Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The lobby was spacious and extremely modern looking. And that's when he saw it. A giant poster, of who he didn't know, but he would guess Anthony Stark. Only problem was that the face on the poster looked strikingly similar to his own…Harry turned around and walked away, vowing to go nowhere near Stark towers again.