Mr. Harry Potter-Stark

Chapter 9

The group pondered those words, 'Good riddance' was the unanimous thought after hearing that their host killed his abusive caretakers. The group awkwardly shuffle around Harry who was walking around the counter into the kitchen, probably to make the tea. The group watches as Harry waves his hand producing a slight silver shimmer from his fingertips; the cabinet doors open and out fly cups, saucers, teaspoons, everything you need for tea honestly. As he's making their tea a brave soul decides to open their mouth, 

"So, um" it was Bruce who decided to start a conversation but faltered due to everyone snapping their heads to look at him, he clears his throat and swallowed, 

"um, I don't mean to ask like a painfully obvious question but, who are you? How can you do magic? Are you a God, like Thor and Loki? If not, where do you come from? How do you know Tony? I'm sorry to slam all these questions on you but I've been holding back asking for so long and I-", Harry's laughter cuts him off and Bruce closes his mouth staring at the laughing magic/god/person. 

"Oh Bruce, you really are a hoot I tell ya, you ask me deeply personal questions and then you immediately grovel and apologize for the likes of your brain? You need never apologize for curiosity, tis a virtue after all, I'll answer your questions." In the time that Bruce opened his mouth the tea had finished brewing and Harry's magic spelled it over to the counter, everyone has been passively drinking their tea watching the situation unfold, Harry takes a sip of his tea before answering the questions. 

" I am Harry Potter, Master of Death, Vanquisher of Evil, Slayer of Voldemort. You could say I am a God because I can't die but these guys," here he points his thumb at Loki,

"can die, I can not. I was born in West Country, England, and I'm married to Tony." He takes another sip of his tea, looking up from his cup and into Bruce's eyes he asks, 

"Anything else?" Bruce takes a moment to compose himself before pondering on the new information and realizes something, 

"You never said how you can do magic." Harry chuckles leaning on his left leg and crossing his arms, 

"I was born with it, I can't say much or else I'll be breaking the Statute of Secrecy but, essentially, there is a secret society of Witches and Wizards all hidden around the world that are born with magic." The group absorbs this new information, par Loki and Tony obviously.

"Wait you're telling me that people can be born with magic?" Harry nods, 

"How?" Harry sighs, 

"I'm not all caught up on the history but vaguely, Mother Magic blessed a muggle family with a child of her own after they went to her shrine and prayed for a child of their own. Mother Magic scanned the woman and detected that she was sterile so, taking pity on the woman and knowing the consequences, Mother Magic infused a bit of her own essence into the woman and thus Merlin was born." Harry takes a breath and a sip of his tea,

"The rest of the story can be checked out at any library located in the 'Fantasy' section, seeing as my world is a 'Fantasy' to you considering it's hidden to all muggles in the world," at this Harry narrows his eyes and let's out all of his magic.

"You will have no access to it, if you ask for entrance you will not receive it, you're muggles. You're not supposed to know about, so you never will, just the vauge understanding and knowledge of it will be all you get," Harry looks at the slumped forms of the 'mighty superheros who just saved the world', he lets up his magic. He fills the room with healing magic, most of them groan and pat their chests, which is where most of the pressure was, they look at him with annoyance and alarm, some with caution,

"Are we in agreement?" The group look amongst each other and nod, Steve steps forward,

"I can confidently say that I personally had no interest in getting access to your world, I thankyou for giving us the chance to even learn a sliver of the full picture", he finishes of with a small smile on his face and his hand raised for a handshake. Harry raised an eyebrow and stepped forward shaking Steve's hand,

"You've a way with words old man, we should swap war stories one day," he lets go of Steve's hand and steps back and walks over to Tony and Loki, he conveniently shielded the two of them from the powers of his magic, the healing magic just boosted their energy for the day. Stepping into the open arms of his husband he sighs turning to the group,

"Apologies for the dramatics, I had to make sure I gave a warning, I'm smarter than I look. I can't risk revealing my world, we're thriving currently and I can't have what I've done go to waste, you need to understand." The group pondered amongst each other and was probably gonna have a fighting match later causing a rift in the group, Harry thought that didn't sound like such a bad idea, a little drama? Sounds perfect.

Once again Steve steps forward and gives their answer,

"We understand and respect your wishes, we just have one request if that's alright?" Harry narrows his eyes looking at every member of their little 'crime fighting crew', he brushes up against their minds and sees what they're thinking, knowing his answer and gestures for Steve to continue,

"If we ever have a question pertaining to just the function of magic and the science behind you, would you be able to answer it?" Steve gulped out. Harry stares at the group before slowly smiling and saying,

"If I can pick and choose the questions then absolutely, certain questions could break the Statute of Secrecy depending on the answer." The groups eyes lit up and they nodded to Steve, Steve agreed,

"That works great, thankyou." Steve finished with a dimple simle reaching forward and shaking Harry's hand again, Harry nodded in a 'Monarch gazing after their disciples' way towards Steve and the group, stepping back into Tony's embrace he smiled, This might not be that bad, Harry thought.