Summary: At this point in Harry's life, he really should have been expecting something like this. He'd been Fate's favourite chew toy since before he was even born. Born into notoriety, Harry had curveball after curveball thrown at him to the point where life-changing revelations felt like nothing. "You're a wizard, Harry." "There's a prophecy." "The boy must die?" Seriously, at this point, reading the phrase, "Your father and I were a bit wild in the '90s and I became pregnant with you after a particularly wild night involving a famous American muggle," warranted nothing from Harry apart from a slightly surprised gasp followed by a resigned sigh. ‼️this story belongs to DearClara on ao3‼️ Ranked: #1 - tonystarkhasaheart #1 - theavengers #1 - teddylupin #1 - hpxmcu #1 - protectivebuckybarnes #1 - nocivilwar #1 - parenttonystark #1 - hpxmarvel
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