A/N: Reread the last chapter. I updated a day after I posted when I realized it was an older draft. Sorry. BTW: thanks Liz for giving me the confidence to post this :)

The next day Tony brought Harry back to Privet Drive for her things.

"Where is your room?" Harry led Tony to the stairs. "It's upstairs?"

Harry stared at her shoes, and blushed. She was tempted to say yes, but opened the door to the cupboard-under-the-stairs. Tony thought she was looking for her shoes or some other paraphernalia. However he was disillusioned when he saw a paper proclaiming 'Harry's room' taped to the wall inside the cupboard. Tony slammed a fist against the wall.

Harry jumped at the noise. "What's wrong Tony?"

"Nothing," he ground out.

"Can we look for my glasses?" Harry asked. She hadn't been able to get them before escaping yesterday.

"Sure." Tony mentally bashed himself for not remembering to control his temper around Harry.

They found Harry's glasses under the flower stand. The round wire-rimmed frames were battered; the temples fixed up with tape, and both lenses had long scratches across the middle. But that wasn't the worst part. The bridge of the frames was broken.

Harry nearly broke down and cried. Even though the glasses weren't much; they were from a Salvation box. But they were hers.

She looked after them carefully- after all, it was her sight they were talking about. Her glasses was probably the most precious and valuable thing she owned. She had never been angrier in her life than on the day Dudley had stepped on them on purpose, snapping an arm off the glasses. She had carefully and painstakingly cellotaped them back together, but it hadn't fit right on her ear after that, the frames sitting lopsided on her head. She sighed. She would need to find tape, maybe some superglue.

Harry felt under the bed for a roll of cellotape she had stuck there. She held the two jagged edges together so they fit, and wrapped the tape several times around.

"Harry, I can get you new glasses in America." Tony said.

Harry startled. She had forgotten that Tony was next to her, busy cataloguing everything she needed to find and do. "It's ok." Harry replied, reluctant to let go of her glasses.

"Look, it's no problem at all. Let me do this for you, ok?" If there was one thing Tony could do with certainty, was make sure Harry wanted not.

Harry didn't want to feel indebted, but she didn't want to push the issue. "Oh. Alright." She slid her old frames on anyway. Even scratched, it was better than being blind as a bat.

Harry and Tony stayed longer at the house to sift through the few boxes in the attic. Apart from Dudley's old toys; among them a computer he'd thrown out the window in a fit of anger, were a few nick-nacks. A baby blanket, old magazines, not worth much.

Harry was disappointed to find nothing about her parents, but took it well. She reasoned that she had used up all her luck meeting Tony. It was to be expected that she wouldn't find anything on her parents, who were always spoken about in spiteful tones by Petunia.

When she got into the car, Harry let out a long breath she was holding in. The further away from the house they got, Harry's shoulders relaxed and she loosened her grip on Tony. A knot loosened in her stomach.

The Dursley's incarceration was swift. Vernon was sentenced to 15 years in prison, and Petunia was sentenced to 12 months of community service. Harry wasn't present at the Dursley's court case. Her testimony was on record with the Inspector, and her history of broken bones and obvious starvation had swayed the judge.

Not to mention that Dursleys have loose lips. In his anger, Vernon had openly and loudly admitted to hitting Harry "because she is a freak" and that "she deserves it for giving us the evil eye" And when asked, Dudley gloated about "Harry hunting" and how "Dad thinks it is hilarious."

Inspector Lestrade personally gave Tony the adoption papers, and congratulated him. "Am I yours now?" asked Harry. Tony grinned, "Yes, you are officially my daughter!"

Harry's eyes were a bright green, far from the dull and apathetic look she had when she first met Tony. She reached out and hugged Tony. A weight he didn't know he was carrying, lifted from Tony's heart.

He didn't claim to know the future, and they both had their demons. The reactor in his chest and his drinking, her relatives and her reticence about anyone other than him. But in that moment, he knew everything would be alright.