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WHO: Tony, and YOU
TONE: Confused and adventuours
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 1st through 3rd
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Tony's woken up 5 years old, in a place he's never been before.
NOTE: Tony is going to be all over the place, so let me know where you've come across him.

Waking up. Tony finds himself in bed with somebody else. Sitting up Tony looks around the room then he stares at the older boy for a second before patting his face.

"Hey? Hey?"

What he doesn't know, is that the boy he's patting is Bruce.

After a while he finds himself away from Bruce and is exploring Hogwarts, looking to see what kind of place this is and what he can get up to.

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"You pay too little attention."

Sherlock gets them to the kitchens, looking around the corner to see what's inside.

"Hey! I knew the hall would be connected to the kitchen somehow. That's more than normal kids."

Tony had no trepidation and just walks on into the kitchen without needing to be sneaky. And stares at the house elves busying themselves within.

"Hey look. House elves."

He looks back at Sherlock.

"I don't have these."

Sherlock shrugs. "We have several."

Since it doesn't seem anyone minds them being there, Sherlock comes out of hiding and walks over to Tony.

Tony pokes one as it walks past who squeaks at the fact a five year old just poked her, then she excused herself and went about her tasks.

"We have human staff. Dad prefers them. He gets them from here too. They all talk like you."

He starts nosing around for food, after finding an apple he stands near one of the ovens.

Sherlock watches him, learning him.

"You like your staff."

He tilts his head at them, as he continues to chew on the apple.

"They wouldn't be doing their job right if I didn't. Why?"

Sherlock shrugged. “Just an observation.” He knelt down, hands to the fire. “You act like you’re used to attention. Or at least getting it. You’re surrounded by people who care about you. I think maybe that’s why.”

Tony swallows his bit of apple and shrugs.

"I'm surrounded by servants all day. My family is famous in America, so I'm in the paper because dad or mom are. I think Jarvis is the only one who cares."

"Ah. That attention." He smiles still. He's getting better at these things.

After finishing the apple, Tony tosses the core into the fire.

"What do you mean that attention?"

"The kind that makes you feel like no one can see you even though everyone can."

"What are you talking about? I know everyone can see me. I'm hard to miss."

Sherlock shrugs. It's not really worth it to explain what he means.

Stares at him expectantly. Silently demanding the explanation.

Sherlock looks up at him and shrugs.

"You can be seen as something that takes up space. As a happy kid. As a son. But maybe not as Tony so much."

Tony just stares at him, blinking a little. The look on his face showing that not only is Sherlock right, but he doesn't like that he's figured it out. But after the moment the expression goes more like it was.

"Everybody see's me as Tony. So there."

Yeah, he's five, don't expect too much deep thought.

"I doubt that."

He wipes his hands off on his pants and backs up from the fire.

"No more snow. Let's find the kidnappers."

Tony almost scowls, but chooses to ignore Sherlock's doubts.

"It's magic, not kidnappers. And I thought I was stubborn, but wow. Why can't it just be a magic building that's wanting us to visit?"

"Because I don't know how to work with magic."

Tony rolls his eyes dramatically.

"You're a pureblood aren't you? Besides, that's what school's for, to learn how to work with it."

"I mean thinking. I don't know how to think with magic." Which he realizes still doesn't quite make sense in the way he means it.

Tony tilts his head.

"Thinking with magic? Hmm"

He thinks for a moment.

"I don't think I do either."

Sherlock pauses and looks up at him... maybe this kid does understand.

"So, if it's magic, we're safe? Or do we need to worry?"

"No, because it's Hogwarts we're safe. You're English, shouldn't you know all this?"

He scratches his head looking a little confused.

"The school is the safest place ever"

"It's only as safe as you believe it to be." And if his big brother wasn't there, then it certainly wasn't very safe.