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Tony Stark reborn as HP test chapter
🕑 Added 2024-06-06 18:03:07 +0000 UTCPlot: What if Tony Stark was reborn? What if he had a chance at another life? What if he became Harry Potter? Will be paired with one of the following: Ginny Weasley, Susan Bones, Cho Chang, Daphne Greengrass or Hermione Granger. (I'll put it to a vote)
Scene 1:
Harry lay back on his bed, calmly staring up at his ceiling, as he often did. He liked to take time out of his day to think about many things like what he did today, what he'd do tomorrow and what he had done to get here. He remembered his last life as clear as day, everything from his less-than-perfect relationship with his father to the Avengers, Pepper, his daughter and even his own death while destroying Thanos's army and the mad titan himself. That had been the end of Tony Stark, the man known as Iron Man.
Shortly after that, he was reborn into the body of Harry James Potter, he didn't remember much of his first year of life, just bits and pieces, like the faces of his new parents. He could really do everything else perfectly, starting from the moment that he woke up on his Aunt Petunia's doorstep. The Dursley family was an odd family, his aunt was too thin and his Uncle Vernon was on the opposite end of the spectrum, then there was Dudley who took after his dad in looks, even if he did have his mother's hair. He felt more pity for Dudley than anything else, his parents were spoiling him in the worst way and that was coming from a former-born billionaire. He had tried making friends with Dudley a few times, but it never worked out, he was too spoilt and his parents conditioned him to hate. Any progress that was made would be promptly smashed by Vernon and Petunia the next day and they'd be back to hating cousins.
It soon became clear to Tony - or rather Harry as he was now known - that the Dursley family did not like him at all. It had been like that for as long as he could remember, he had gotten some hints as to why over the years, and it didn't take long for him to work out why. He had powers, and they knew that.
There were a few incidents over the year where he lost control of his emotions, and each time something happened. Sometimes something flew to him, something changed colour, something exploded. He didn't know how or why he had these powers, and he didn't know how to control them, but he was sure that he had them.
Still, he'd been living life as best as he could while also trying to work them out. He was excelling in school, naturally, even though the Dursleys didn't like it and kept accusing him of cheating since they believed there was no way that he could possibly be smarter than their perfect little angel. He'd also been using his fairly smart brain (look see, he was even humble now) to make some money on the side through various ways. He was making quite a small fortune at the rate he was going, he estimated that if his other plans worked then he'd be out of this house and owning his own place by the time he was legally allowed to.
Though he made sure to keep his money hidden, his uncle would probably tackle him if he saw a fiver in Harry's pocket. However, thankfully the Dursleys did not bother him much anymore. They did at first, but a few anonymous calls to social services and started rumours around the neighbourhood had them wise up quickly enough. He still remembered the day that they 'allowed' him with extreme reluctance to have his own room instead of that stupid cupboard under the stairs.
"Hoot! Hoot!"
Snapping his head to the side, he spotted an owl waiting outside of his window with an odd-looking letter attached to its leg.
Scene 2:
"I dare say that you've performed far better than I expected," Voldemort said, standing opposite Harry in the graveyard. "Your performance in the tournament has indeed impressed me, a feat that not many can claim. Join me, Harry Potter, I offer you the same that I offered your parents, perhaps if they had better sense and joined me then they'd be here today. What say you?"
"Zip it, Dopey," Harry said raising his wand. "I'm far too sober to deal with your bullshit."
"You're fourteen,"
"You're bald,"
"Let the duel begin," Voldemort declared. "First, we bow and..." He trailed off, side-stepping a cutting curse that was aimed at his neck. "Manners, Harry," He tutted dissappointedly.
"Please stay still so I can kill you," Harry said dryly before shooting off several spells. The two duelists began fighting each other with a passion, and the death eaters stood back, watching as Lord Voldemort battled against Harry Potter. Voldemort cast a killing curse that Harry dodged before sending a face-shredder at Voldemort who deflected it away with ease before blasting Harry off of his feet.
"My, my, what are they teaching in school today? Dark curses?" Voldemort asked, sounding somewhat impressed. "The curriculum has certainly changed since I was a boy,"
"You like that?" Harry asked, pressing a button on his watch which transformed it into a metal silver glove. "Good, because I got more tricks up my sleeve." He said before activating the rune on the glove thumb, a large screeching noise shot out, causing everyone in the area to quickly cover their ears. Aiming his hand at Voldemort, a white beam shot out and knocked the dark lord off of his feet.
"What the hell?!" Voldemort gasped as he climbed back up, only to get blasted down to his feet once more.
"You're strong, Voldy, but I'm smarter." He said, aiming his metal glove and wand at Voldemort.
Scene 3:
Harry wiped some sweat off of his head as he put away his safety equipment, looking around the room, he couldn't help but smile. He had been lucky enough to stumble upon the room of requirement early on in his Hogwarts career, it was a big help, especially along with the elves that he had managed to get. Sure, the production process wasn't as good as it was in his previous life, but it was better than nothing.
"Sir," Dobby spoke up, cleaning some oil off of his ears of all places. "Dobby has completed the adjustments that Master Harry Potter required,"
"Call me, 'Harry'," He said automatically. "Winky?"
"Winky has kept everything clean, Sir!" The elf announced proudly.
"Good. Pepper, Pots, have you two performed the adjustments I asked for?" He asked the two elves in front of him.
"Yes, Master," They both said at the same time, bowing their heads.
"Good," He said before performing some double checks just in case. Once he was done he stepped back and looked at the elves that were all watching nervously. "It's good," He told them, suppressing a grin as they all looked massively more relieved at hearing that. "Time to take it for a test run," He said before taking out his wand and flicking it in the direction of a notebook that floated in the air, a quill floated alongside it. "Mark two testing," He said, the quill writing down his every word. "Time is currently...um...what's the time?"
"Half an hour before dinner, Master," Winky told him.
"Great, so if I burn to death then I could get served along with the chicken roast," He thought out loud, ignoring the horrified looks on the faces of his elves. "Anyway, beginning test run. If this goes well then I can start trying to recreate my nanotech armour. Let's go!" He said before tapping the miniature arc reactor he created on his chest, powering it up before he stepped forward and onto the metal plate in front of him. Two silver boots flew towards him, opening up from the back and wrapping around his feet. Other pieces of armour soon began following after and began covering his body.
Thirty seconds or so later, he was inside a silver Iron Man suit, powered by a mix of technology and magic. Opening his eyes, he saw that the heads-up display was working. A moment later the AI system activated.
'Morgan System activated.' A feminine voice announced. 'How can I help you, Mr Stark?'
"Give me a system check if you don't mind, Morgan," Harry replied.
'All systems are functional,' It announced. 'However, your blood pressure needs work.'
"You sound exactly like her," He said with a teary smile on his face. "Alright, time to fly. Thruster test, one." He announced before his arm and leg thrusters began shooting him off the ground, this combined with the runes on the suit that he had copied off of his Firebolt, made it shoot so quickly up into the air that he had hit the ceiling before falling straight back to the ground. "Yep," He groaned. "That brings back memories."
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A.N: Hi guys, hope you liked the test chapter. That'll be the last one I'll produce. My current plans at the moment is to release a chapter of Magical Spider and then one for Hydrus Black if I can finish it up quickly enough. Soon I'll be releasing the final poll with these added test chapters, I will try to make it a multi-choice poll unlike the last one which I couldn't edit for some reason.
I'll be working on Silver King in between all of this and will hopefully have it released soon. Thanks.
Comments
Q
I have, and perhaps for a different story. I think in this story Luna would be someone that Harry/Tony would really like to hang out with but not in that sense.
Lutze2110
A Harmony by YOU? What a time to be alive. However, Sounds really fun but Susan would Work best as the pairing
iPCM
Susan and Daphne are the least offensive options, but have you considered: Luna Lovegood?
