Tony hadn't been joking when he said he was arriving in style.
The gleaming red and gold armor cut through the clouds like a meteor with grace, a sharp contrast to the three wizards trailing behind him on brooms. Sirius flew with ease, grinning like a child on Christmas morning. Johnny Skylar followed closely, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings with Auror-trained alertness. Remus, on the other hand, gripped the broom with white knuckles, muttering every few seconds under his breath, "This was a mistake…"
Johnny had lent Remus his own broom, and while it was a smooth, high-quality model, Remus hadn't flown in years. The wind tangled his hair, and the nervous glances he gave the clouds showed just how out-of-place he felt.
But none of them were prepared for the full sight of Iron Man—hovering beside them, calm, precise, and casual like it was just another Tuesday.
Sirius glanced at Tony, smirking. "You sure you don't want to ride broomstick?!"
Tony replied, "Why would I downgrade?"
Remus still processing. "You… you're flying in armor. This… is what Muggles have now?"
"Only if they're genius billionaire playboys," Tony replied, smirking behind the helmet.
As they neared the Scottish hills, Tony spoke aloud to JARVIS. "Alright, J, give me the full layout. Scan the perimeter, magical activity, thermal signatures."
"Scanning initiated," JARVIS replied smoothly. "Eveything appears stable, The MAGIC Satellite is working well"
"Good. I'd rather not start a war with a school."
"You say that," Sirius muttered under his breath.
It wasn't long before the towering silhouette of Hogwarts came into view, the Castle looks ancient. Tony hovered down first, landing with a heavy thud just outside the main gates. The metallic hiss of his boots settling onto the stone was followed by the soft thumps of the three broom-riders landing behind him.
The gates—tall, ancient, and majestic—creaked open as if sensing their presence. Tony jerked slightly in surprise before scoffing. "Right. Magic."
Sirius smirked. "Still not used to it?"
Tony raised his faceplate and rolled his eyes. "It's like if Wi-Fi could do parkour."
Johnny walked beside them with his wand subtly drawn. "Alright, boys, we're here. Let's not blow anything up."
"Ha! Tell him, not me"
"Fair fair"
The four of them made their way up the familiar path leading toward the castle. It was nostalgia for Sirius and Remus, it may have brought tears but they control their emotions.
"Tony," Johnny whispered, "you're really gonna march in there looking like a walking fortress?"
"I call it 'subtle intimidation,'" Tony replied.
Remus gave a weak laugh. "Subtle, he says…"
"Trust me, Remus. You haven't seen nothing" Sirius walked slightly ahead, posture straight and proud, as if daring anyone to challenge them. Tony walked beside him, already rehearsing what he would say when he finally came face to face with the man responsible for leaving Harry vulnerable for years.
"Johnny, you good?" Tony asked without turning his head.
Johnny nodded. "Wand ready. Mind sharp. Dignity… intact, for now."
Remus muttered, "Speak for yourself. I feel like I'm walking into a duel with one sock on backwards."
And as they finally crossed the main bridge, the massive doors of the school loomed before them. Hogwarts waited.
The towering oak doors of Hogwarts creaked open slowly, ancient magic humming through the very hinges. What greeted Tony, Sirius, Remus, and Johnny was the authority figures standing in silent, stunned formation.
At the front stood Amelia Bones, arms crossed, though the twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her attempt to remain serious.
Beside her, Alastor Moody, magical eye whirring and focusing on every individual in the group. His visible eye narrowed slightly, then widened as it locked on Tony.
Behind them stood Albus Dumbledore, hands calmly folded in front of him, eyes twinkling with both confusion and guarded caution.
To their left, the three remaining Heads of houses, Professor McGonagall, her lips pursed as she scanned Sirius with a mixture of nostalgia and hardened discipline.
Professor Flitwick, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet in curiosity.
Professor Sprout, blinking in clear surprise but smiling softly.
And finally, on the far right, Professor Severus Snape, arms folded, eyes narrowed and face twisted into a sneer the moment he saw Sirius and Remus.
Sirius took a moment to scan the faces, subtly looking around. "Where's Lockhart?"
"Probably mid-peacocking in class," Remus replied. "It is still classes, pads"
Tony stepped forward, looking all calm, amused and grinning. "Hi"
Amelia exhaled. "You weren't joking."
"I never joke about fashionably dramatic entrances," Tony quipped.
Moody let out a gruff chuckle. "Hmph. Flying tin can with a death wish. I like it."
"I'm glad someone appreciates engineering," Tony said, placing a hand over his arc reactor like he was taking a bow. "The original one was built it in a cave—Will show you it's in my lap dusting away—with a box of scraps."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Merlin, help us all." Tony loves showing off. Not that, He hates. Sirius Black himself is a show off and he's proud of it.
Remus stood silently. His gaze never left Dumbledore. While the others exchanged quips, his jaw remained clenched, fists tight at his side.
Dumbledore's expression faltered only slightly when he saw Remus. "Remus—"
"You told me Harry was safe," Remus interrupted, voice cold. "You looked me in the eyes and said he was with a good family."
Dumbledore said nothing.
Snape sneered, "The werewolf lectures the Headmaster now, does he?"
"Careful, Snivellus," Sirius muttered, eyes narrowing. "Not everyone here is a threat to children—unlike some professors we've heard about."
That shut Snape up—for now.
Johnny stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Auror Johnny Skylar, MASCUS Liaison. Here to observe and report"
Flitwick peered up curiously. "MASCUS? From the America Ministry?" He can tell by the accent.
Johnny winked. "Technically. But freelance. And babysit Iron Men."
McGonagall's stern gaze fell to Tony. "And you are…?" Admittedly, She was dumbfounded seeing a flying suit of armour, thought Sirius was pulling a prank however she can't sense any magic and the armour is something she never seen before in her life or career.
Tony gave a grin and extended a hand. "Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, inventor of flying armor. Also, Harry Potter's brother. Pleasure."
McGonagall froze. "Brother?"
Snape's sneer dropped.
Even Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Flitwick, however, was more concerned with other details. He stepped forward, squinting up at the suit. "What magic is this?"
Everyone expect Tony who bemused, Sirius and Remus grinning knowing their charm professor while Johnny is little weird out how easy this short height professor didn't react like others by revealation stare at Flitwick in bafflement, here a man claimed himself to be Harry's Potter brother, and he's more curious about the suit?
Tony glanced at Sirius. "Should I say it?"
Sirius gave a helpless shrug. "Might as well."
Tony grinned, "It's not magic. It's called science.Only Stark as myself can make it"
"Oh," Flitwick blinked, then gasped. "Wait—wait—are you Tony Stark? The Death Merchant?"
Was this Professor even listening when Tony said his name? Everyone thought at the same time.
Tony's smirk faltered. "...Excuse me?"
The tiny Charms Professor nodded. "They call you that in Europe. Inventor of magical death machines?" Honestly, He heard it from his cousin who told him about this, Now he's seeing it with his very own eyes!
Tony stared. "That is… not the branding I was going for." Sure, Death Merchant is his nickname he make himself all those years ago but he was kinda hoping these wizards comes up with a name to call him, then he be sassy about it.
Sirius slapped his back. "Welcome to Wizard PR."
Remus finally broke his silence with a dry, bitter laugh. "Death Merchant. That's a new one."
Tony sighed and muttered, "I prefer Iron Man, thank you."
McGonagall frowned. "Mr. Stark, while I appreciate your flair, may I ask what the purpose of this… visit is?" And what do you mean you are Harry's brother?
Tony straightened. "To talk to Dumbledore. Face to face. It's time someone had a serious discussion with the man who left Harry to rot in a cupboard."
Gasps rang out from Flitwick and Sprout. McGonagall's face went pale.
Snape looked away.
"Cupboard?!" Sprout looks at headmaster.
Flitwick stares not only at Headmaster but at McGonagall as well, The guilt in her eyes tells him she knows about this, How come they didn't knew?! How long? When did this happen? Goodness, Does that mean he was right? He had his suspicions about young Potter. He look thinner than the rest of his students!
Sirius stepped forward, arms folded. "Let's not do this in the hall. Let's take it somewhere more private. Unless you want students to hear all about the Boy-Who-Lived's living conditions."
Dumbledore sighed. "Very well. My office."
As he turned and began to lead the way, Sirius leaned toward Tony and whispered, "Let's make this good."
Tony replied, "Don't worry. I came loaded—with facts and sass."