Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart

Chapter 1

*Harry's POV*

I grinned as Ron fumbled in trying to ask Hermione to dance, the loud, pulsing music drowning out half of his words. My first proper birthday party ever, and I loved it.

"Oi, Harry!" a voice called, and I turned, smiling as Bill, Charlie, and the twins approached me.

"Hey, guys," I greeted happily, allowing the twins to pop up on either side of me, their arms around my shoulders.

"Oh, Harry, brother dear," George said.

"Us older, more gifted, Weasleys thought," Fred said.

"That you deserved something a little more special," George said.

"On your coming of age," they told me, their alternating sentences too familiar now to confuse me. I raised an eyebrow, and Bill and Charlie grinned.

"What they're trying to say is, we got you a little something extra," Charlie supplied. I blushed slightly.

"Guys, you didn't have to; what you already got me is more than enough," I insisted, thinking of the presents I had already opened from the four brothers. Bill rolled his eyes, ruffling my hair.

"No, but we wanted to. You deserve a bit of a break after all this chaos, so we got you this," he said, handing me a plain white envelope. "Go on, open it," he urged, an excited grin on his face. I apprehensively slit the top of the envelope, pulling out a single piece of paper. Examining it more closely, my jaw dropped.

"Guys, I... wow..." I breathed, awestruck. They'd gotten me a first-class ticket to Malibu, California. "This is... wow."

"You like it? It's a two-week trip; you'll be home in time to see everyone off to school and get started on your St Mungo's courses," Charlie explained. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be returning for my seventh year; Dumbledore had arranged for me to take my NEWTs at the end of my 6th year, after extensive tutoring, if the war escalated to where I wouldn't be able to return. Fortunately, Voldemort had attacked, as usual, at the end of the school year, and I had finally defeated him with the help of both the Order and the DA. I was planning on starting healer training when all my friends returned to Hogwarts.

"Guys, this is incredible! I... thank you," I said, pulling all four redheads into a strange group hug.

"You're welcome, Harry," George replied with a smile.

"We had a bit of help from Remus and Dumbledore, but we've sorted out hotel details; everything is taken care of. All you need to do is enjoy yourself, like any other seventeen-year-old boy. Think you can handle that?" Bill asked me with a grin. I laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, I think I can be normal for two weeks. Thanks, guys. This is awesome," I said again, beaming. Fred ruffled my hair, grinning mischievously.

"Brilliant! You leave tomorrow," he chirped, causing my eyes to widen.

"Tomorrow? But what about packing?"

"All taken care of; Remus packed for you. Though I'm sure there'll be room in your bags for anything he's missed out," Fred interrupted. I paused, then broke out into a grin.

"Then I'd better make the most of today, hadn't I?"

.-.

The following day, I, having taken an anti-hangover potion helpfully provided by Remus, rushed about my room, checking that absolutely everything I needed was packed. Remus hadn't let me see what I'd already packed, so it was up to me to assume what was missing from my room. From what I could see, everything I might need was packed; I trusted Remus; the man knew me better than anyone and knew what I would want with me. Remus had only told me that the two-way mirror was in my bag. Should I get homesick or want to chat? I was thankful for that; I'd never even left Britain before and didn't know how I'd fare over in America.