Harry Stark

Plot: Harry Potter died and was reborn as Harry Stark, a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and superhero known as Iron Man. (A reverse on an earlier test chapter where Tony Stark was born as Harry Potter)

Scene 1:

"Boss, are you busy?" Pepper Potts asked as she walked into the basement where she found Harry Stark's legs, the rest of him was under an old 1950's Jaguar.

"When am I ever?" He asked sarcastically as he slid out and sat up, dressed in nothing but shoes, jeans and a white vest, covered in oil and various other things that a billionaire didn't need to be covered in. Then again, most billionaires didn't do their own work. "What's up?"

"I need you to sign this, this and this as well," She said, placing three folders down on a nearby table. "Once you're done with that then I need you upstairs by five, Mr Stane is coming over to discuss business with you."

"Why must you always come to me with more work?" He sighed.

"That is my job," She pointed out in an amused voice. "You also have a meeting with the board of directors tomorrow," She added.

"Didn't I do that last week?!" He blurted out.

"No, you rescheduled them for this week because your itinerary for that date was 'mysteriously' changed to match that of the Grinch," She replied, giving him a pointed look.

"Really?" He asked innocently. "That's a shame, though I did enjoy the jazzercise. Either way, I don't suppose I can -"

"No, you can't cancel it again," She said bluntly. "I'm taking care of everything else, the only other thing you need to do is finish whatever you're doing with that car and then clean up." She said before turning and walking away. "Don't be late," She called behind her shoulder.

Harry remained sitting, a big smirk on his face.

"I won't," He grinned just before his green eyes glowed brightly and the car behind him levitated into the air...for two seconds before crashing back to the ground. "Damn it!" He jumped and spun around. "Forgot to add a rune to keep it in the air."

Scene 2:

"What are you so afraid of, Banner?" Harry asked while absently typing into the holographic screen in front of him. "The loss of control?"

"Yeah," Bruce sighed as he scanned the sceptre in front of him once more. "Amongst other things, I get images of what happens. Blurs. All I remember is being angry and the next thing I know, I'm in the middle of a wreck or in a different country entirely. I don't want to hurt anyone, but it feels like I've got no choice at times."

"How do you know that Hulk wants to hurt anyone?" Harry asked genuinely. "All footage and records that I've found have indicated that he wants nothing more than to be alone, he always acts in self-defence. You've got a lion inside of you, Banner, It's better to feed it and bond with it than cage it. Stay out of the lion's way, install some boundaries and don't force him to go against his nature while getting him to respect yours."

"You know much about lions, Mr Billionaire?" Bruce asked lightly.

"I know much about many things," Harry smirked. "I could teach a class course on martian crops, dark matter, engineering, even basilisks."

"On what?" Bruce blinked.

"They're these species of magical snakes," Harry shrugged. "I reckon I can even help you out with your control problem,"

"Oh yeah?" Bruce asked in an interested voice. "How do you plan to do that?"

"Have you ever heard of this practise known as occlumency?"

Scene 3:

"Stop!" Harry yelled suddenly, his voice booming throughout the room.

He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but everyone in the room had started arguing, which wasn't a good idea when you considerr just exactly who was in the room. You had Fury and Romanov, the two master spies with more than a little combat experience, there was Banner who many compared to a time bomb, Thor the literal god of thunder and there was also the one and only Captain America, the super soldier from World War Two. Slowly and eventually, Harry realised that something had been tampering with them all, he could feel the worms of something digging into his mind, altering it. He realised quickly that it had also been making the others angrier as well, which was what led to him yelling, unfortunately, he ended up doing a bit more than yelling and everyone ended up falling straight onto their butts via unintended magical outbursts.

"What was that?!" Fury demanded.

"Might have been the sceptre," Harry fibbed. "Either way, something's going on. I think that..." Whatever he was about to say was cut off when the room was rocked by a nearby explosion that shook everything, knocking Harry to the ground. He exchanged looks with everyone else.

"Get the suit!" Cap said, hopping to his feet.

"Yep," Harry said weakly as he quickly got up and rushed to the storage room where his suit was supposed to be.

Unfortunately, his luck seemed to pass over between universes as he ended up running into an armed gunman on the way. The man raised his gun, but Harry was quicker, a wandless disarming curse and a summoning charm brought the gun into his hands, he shot the man in the shoulder and quickly rushed past him. Once he got to the room, his eyes glowed and the suit walked out of the storage container.

"Time to go to work, bud," He said before raising his arm, a small drone shaped like a snitch exited from his watch. "Dobby," He said into his comms. "Access drone 'buddy' and scan the ship for hostiles,"

"On it, Sir," Replied his AI companion, the drone hummed before flying away. Harry turned back to his suit, one mental command later and it opened up for him to enter.

"Another day in the trenches," Harry said before getting into the suit, a bright light glowed from it as all the runes became active, the centre piece of the suit and the eyes glowed a bright green.

"Twenty hostiles in total, Sir," Dobby told him.

"I've had worse odds."