Stark insecurities

Harry James Potter was sitting in his bedroom, locked in, and trying, and failing, to take his shirt off without injuring himself further. He winced as he lifted his arms above his head, and he heard two echoed gasps from behind him.

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Fred and George Weasley prided themselves in being able to sneak out of anywhere, even the grasp of their mother. That was why they were currently strolling down the street, holding hands, and walking towards the house numbered 4 Privet Drive. It was going to be their 7th year in Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry after the summer, but the pair were now considering not returning at all. They had Harry's Triwizard winnings. That money was enough to set up their new shop for sure, in fact it was way more than enough.

They were on their way to pay Harry a visit, even though dumbledore had expressly forbidden any contact with him, to see him. They had both been desperately in love with Harry since they first laid eyes on him, but always thought him to be straight. That was, until Harry approached them at the beginning of his 4th year and asked how they had known they were gay. Now they were not quite so sure that Harry was heterosexual.

The twins were now 17, so could do magic without being traced by the ministry, but they did not want to use magic around Harry, as he still held the trace. Fred picked the lock quickly, and they moved up the stairs, carful to avoid the bottom stair, because it creaked. Fred then made rapid work of the several padlocks on Harry's door, and they stepped inside, George taking his first aid kit out of his bag as they moved through the doorway. This was different. When Harry had first entered Hogwarts, it had seemed that only the twins had noticed the bruises and the scars on Harry's malnourished body, only they had cared. Then from each year, and after each summer, the twins cared for Harry, and he slowly opened up to him about what his 'loving relatives' had done. This was different. There was welts, bruises, blood stained cuts, belt whips, a black eye and a bust lip to count, and that was all that they could see. The twins turned, white faced and shocked, to each other, and then back to Harry. They then let out two twin gasps.

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Tony Stark was currently reading through all his emails, alone, like every night. Him and Pepper had broken up about 8 weeks prior, and to be honest, he was glad. Pepper had tried to make into something he wasn't, into a regular guy. Tony Stark was not normal, he was far from it, but he did have a lot of secrets.

Tony had JARVIS tell everyone that he had a woman over when he wanted to think, when, he had not had a woman over in nearly 3 years. He told JARVIS to tell everyone in the tower that he was wasted when he was working on an invention. He told JARVIS to tell people that he was oblivious to them talking about him, but he listened and recorded every conversation that they held about him.

Tony Stark was reading an email sent in by one called Mr Dursley, saying that he had custody over Tony's son, and that he wanted paying to hand him over. Tony sat back shocked, a son, then he scowled, a scam he thought. Yes, that makes sense, a scam. Tony read the email again, son to Lily Evans and Tony Stark. Wait… Lily Evans, pretty woman, hell no that was an understatement, goddess. They had been dating for 6 months when they had gotten intimate for the first time, and they were only 20. They broke it off a month later, as neither wanted to do a long-distance relationship, and it was clear that they were not meant for forever. Was it possible that she had gotten pregnant? He did know that Petunia Dursley was Lily's horrid sister, but why was Harry with them and not his mother? Wait… no… she could not be… dead? He immediately wrote back to the Dursley man, demanding to know how they knew that this boy was his own son.

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Harry spun round extremely fast, so fast that he was shocked that he didn't get whiplash. He breathed a sigh of relief, and almost collapsed, when he saw who it was. 'Hey guys, what are you doing here?' Harry whispered, so quietly that it was hard to catch, but he still winced at the volume. 'well we were here to heal you up a bit, but now you are coming with us' George stated with narrowed eyes. 'No no no, I can't. Dumbledore will murder me' Harry said, with fear in his voice. 'Oh alright then you stubborn prat, get on the bed'.

For the next 2 hours, the twins worked diligently on Harry's fragile body, healing him with potions and creams where they could, although only in places the Dursleys wouldn't see.

Harry shook in fear when Vernon Dursley shouted for Harry to pack up all of his belongings. They were going to America apparently. 'I'll send an owl with my location I guess….' He turned to the twins. They both nodded once, hugged Harry, kissed him on the cheek and then climbed out of the window.

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'We are going to visit your dad boy, so be on your best behaviour. We are going to ask him to take you for 1 million dollars' Petunia sniffed. 'My dad is dead', 'No he isn't, we found a journal in the attic, it was your Mother and that Potter man's, it talked about how he had adopted you, told us the name of your real father'. Harry's head was pounding with all of the new information, he sincerely hoped this wasn't all just a joke, so that he wasn't beaten even more. Actually, he'd just be beaten when the person didn't want him, so really it didn't matter if it was a joke or not.

N.A. As this is my first story I don't expect anyone to actually be reading this, but if you are, please review with any questions so that I can answer them. Thanks

Emma