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Antonia jasmine sores potter stood outside the massive tower shivering in her coat. It was a mix of fear and excitement mostly but the cold was also a little biting. She had taken three different port keys and a bus to get just to Manhattan and then a taxi to get here. Avengers tower loomed over nearly everything in Midtown and it was a mass of glass and metal and brick that was beautiful and fear inducing.
She was here because she needed help and she didn’t know were else to turn, she was thankful that she had gotten that letter from her mother just in time. The shame and anger she felt was pushed down by the shining hope it had given her. Although shocked and betrayed by what her parents had done, not what lead to her being born but by keeping it secret from everyone, it was now her hopefully saving grace. Her father was not James potter but Anthony Stark. Her mother was infertile and could not have children, they had been out drinking one night after a battle and meet “ Anthony call me “ Tony” stark, they had all gotten throughly foxed and ended up in a hotel having a three way to end all three ways and Tony had gotten her father James up the duff. She remembered the night well and wished she could forget it but now because of her uncle she never would.
FLASHBACK
Antonia was setting on her bed tear streaming down her face. She was remembering the third task, The feeling of the jerk behind her navel and the green light that hit Cedric killing him. Every night she had nightmares about the feeling of the torture curse that felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. Like one thousand white-hot knives were being bored into her skin over and over again. Suddenly there was a pecking noise coming from her window and she looked over, remembering Ron coming with his twin brothers Fred and George and ripping the bars off her window saving her life, and saw an owl hovering outside of it. It was a giant eagle owl with a pendent that looked like it had the symbol for gringotts bank on it. Scrambling up and opening the window, while nearly tripping on her on feet, the owl flew in and dropped the package off on her bed, settling in for a brief rest. She grabbed a few owl treats for the magnificent bird and scratched it on the plumage of its chest before setting back down cross legged on her bed looking at the brown paper of the note and box that had enlarged its self as it left the owls leg.
FLASHBACK END
She didn’t know it then but the package was a letter from her mother explaining that her father had birthed her and that Tony stark was her other father. They had decided together after that they would not tell him about it. They had looked for him and had found him as inadequate for fatherhood. Apparently he was a drunk and he slept with anything that moved. This was the hardest part for her to understand about it. She felt they were unfair to not just her, the fucking dursleys man, but also Tony. He deserved to know about his child, he could have changed way sooner then he did if he had known of her. She would have gotten to go to her father and never have had to see the dursleys.
on the other hand she could understand it. From what she had read , drunk who slept around, he wouldn’t have been able to raise her or help and he would have been a bad influence.