thestarktruth
Harry has a vague memory of a similar bird that hooted at him once. It makes him sad. Why would it make him sad? Why would a singing bird make him sad? Harry feels frustrated. Irritated. Irate. Angry. This isn't the way it's supposed to be, he thinks to himself. There used to be something more...
[Harry Potter decides to take a break from life in England, following the 2nd Wizarding War. What better place to go than a place where he can get lost? But has he lost something more important? He rents out a place to stay in New York. Enter Tony Stark and the gang... (All ships are canon; rated K for language; NOT TOO MUCH ANGST)]