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Chapter Seven: Fallout

"A lot to take in," muttered Harry as the three arrived outside of the Burrow. They left the Kents, who said they were always welcomed, even if the couple were looking for their own living arrangements.

"Well to be fair, Luna is a big question mark and Neville can still recover, if he gets the proper care," said Tonks but she looked off and shook her head. "Bellatrix always been bent, but she seems to be beyond all remorse. Mum didn't go down without a fight. I'll find that woman, for what she did."

Harry nodded. There was a somber tone. Voldemort's evil ran rather deep, not that the people who followed him were innocent.

"Not the best news to return to," muttered Kara in a serious tone. "Can see why you want to do what you're going to do."

Harry turned. At one point, he would look forward to this trip but now there was uncertainty.

He had to be sure. One more chance, to see how they would react. It would be their only chance.

Dumbledore preached about forgiveness which was well and good.

Yet, if Harry continued to follow that extreme, he might as well replace his scar with the word "Welcome".

"I've got to get back to the investigation, let you know if anything comes up but it might be a while," said Tonks as the three exchanged good byes.

"Thanks," said Harry.

"Yeah, thanks," added Kara as the super powered couple locked hands. She turned her attention to the house.

"Okay, Kara, don't jump to conclusions. Let these people prove themselves. Harry hinted at some things, but he did admit he could be wrong."

Harry inclined his head towards her. "Let's do this."

He took a deep breath and knocked right on the door.

"Come in Harry, dear, the door's open," said Mrs. Weasley's bright and cheerful tone of voice.

The door clicked open and two walked inside. Harry spotted Ron at the table who just nodded, as he stared at his plate. Ginny sat in the corner and looked to be engrossed in a book. Hermione noticed them first and smiled, before she sprung to her feet.

"Harry!" yelled Hermione as she rushed over to greet her friend although she was a little less enthusiastic and more respectful for Harry's boundaries then she would have been a year ago. "Good to see you and...you too as well..."

"Kara, I'm Harry's..." started Kara but Hermione cut her off with a shake of her head.

"I know at first I was upset at what happened but now it worked out, " said Hermione as she looked at the blonde girl. "Nice to meet you Kara, I don't know how others will react."

"Knowing you, you have an idea," said Harry and Hermione responded with a shrug.

"Well yes, but I'm trying to keep an open mind," said Hermione. "Even if certain people make it quite difficult.."

"Hi Harry," said Ginny in an excited voice as she moved forward give her future husband a hug but Harry just stuck out his hand for her to shake. She stopped and winced a this gesture. "Oh, well, hi..."

Ginny just stopped and looked at Kara. Her mind worked into over drive.
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[/"Much older girl, with my future husband. She looks mature, I don't have that, where did she meet Harry? Now Ginny, you're not going to let your prize get away without a fight. You worked your entire life for this."

Ginny looked at her and stated in a short tone. "Who are you?"

The girl responded in a polite manner. "I'm Kara..."

"Harry, who is this girl?" asked Mrs. Weasley, as she walked over and surveyed the situation. "She's much too old for you dear."

"She's only a year older than me," corrected Harry in a polite tone as he did not back down and was not intimidated. "Why don't we sit down and I'll tell you everything."

"Fine," said Mrs. Weasley, as she took a breath. The letter Professor McGonagall sent her made so much sense right about not but she tossed it.

"Hey, Harry..." started Ron but he was momentarily distracted by the girl. "Who is..."

"All will be explained," said Hermione as she waved off Ron.

"Honestly, Ron does have has good points, really, but using his brain is not one of them. Or chewing his food properly. Or etiquette. Or...well he can play chess."

Mr. Weasley showed up at this point. "Oh Harry, nice to see you again, and you are..."

"We're going to explain in a minute," said Kara as she sat down down to the left of Harry.

"I really think I should sit next to Harry," said Ginny but Hermione already was on the seat on the other

right of Harry. The red haired girl moved to the only seat, next to her brother.

"Explain, what you have been up to?" asked Mrs. Weasley as her arms folded and eyes on Hary.

Harry just smiled. This should be fun.

"Honey, want to explain?" asked Harry and Kara smiled and certain Weasleys scowled.

"My name was Kara Kent, I live in a place called Smallville, in Kansas, that's in America," explained Kara. "I moved there where I was fifteen, after a long trip. I live with my cousin and his parents. And I went off to Las Vegas where I met Harry...."

"YOU WERE IN VEGAS!" shouted Mrs. Weasley which caused most to cringe but Harry sat at the table, nonchalant and tranquil.

"Why, yes, yes I was," said Harry in a dead pan voice. Mr. Weasley looked at Harry, curious about Muggles as always.

"I've heard of that place, those slot machines, I don't quite understand..."

"Arthur," hissed Molly and her husband fell back into line. "Harry, that's a dangerous place, all kinds of disgusting people right there, I can't even say what's there, but I've heard things...honestly, who thought this was a good idea? To send you all alone in Vegas."

"Remus was there," offered Harry with a shrug and a smirk.

"I'll be having a talk with him, he means well, but I wonder if he's condition is affecting his judgment..."

"Pardon me," said Hermione, before she held her breath and let it out.

"Yeah, don't blame this on Lupin," added Ron. "He's not that bad, Harry just doesn't have much...."

"Ronald, be quiet," said Mrs. Weasley in a stern voice and Ron fell silent.

"Why don't we let this girl tell us more?" prompted Ginny as she held her wand to exert her dominance.

"Well, we had some fun and shared a lot," said Kara and Mrs. Weasley looked to be holding back some rant. "So...to make a long story short..."

The couple turned, and felt some Deja-Vu coming on. So they spoke in unison.

"We're married."

The awkward silence returned but only for a second.

"YOU WERE WHAT?"

Ginny looked around, shocked but then she began to laugh in an hysterical manner. "Good one, guys, nice prank. Really had me going for a while. Fred and George were in on it, weren't that? Tonks you really are getting better at your powers. As if Harry can be married to anyone."

"Emotionally stunted, kind feel sorry for him, really. Oh well, I'm going to be able to train him," thought Ginny.

"Ginny, you might want to check their fingers," said Hermione as she pushed a camera out of her bag and prepared to take the greatest photo of all time.

Ginny's eyes widened. She seemed beyond words and she felt her entire world get smashed.

"Harry, you need to get this marriage annulled, you're much too young," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Not much younger than we were, Molly," muttered Mr. Weasley.

"Arthur, that was different."

"Couldn't if we wanted to and we don't want to," said Harry with a smile. "We used the rings and yes, we used those rings."

"Those are dark magic, Dumbledore said he had them locked up," ranted Mrs. Weasley, and Hermione began to snicker under her breath. "And what's so funny, young lady?"

Hermione just shook her head. "The look on your face, maybe..."

"You're being disrespectful, Hermione, but I suppose your parents did the best they could," said Mrs. Weasley. "Not many good parents out there anymore, which is why I have to work so hard..."

Hermione ignored the slight.

"So, Harry got married to...." said Ron but he had no idea.

"Harry, I don't know what's gotten into you," said Ginny as she found her voice. "I fought beside you in the Department of Mysteries and this is how you thank me! You ungrateful little..."

The Boy-Who-Lived looked at the girl and put his his hand up. "Ginny, I didn't make you come. You didn't really do a good job to begin with. Kind of disappointed in your performance as your teacher, really. It was sloppy. You busted your ankle. You were knocked out. I could have handled everything..."

"Oh, you're really being ungrateful, and that's why you got Sirius killed!" shouted Ginny and Hermione reached for her wand, but resisted the temptation. "Someone needs to knock some sense into you!"

Her hand swung to slap Harry. Kara caught it with lightning quick reflexes.

"Let me go," said Ginny as she tried to pull herself free.

"Don't touch my daughter!" yelled Mrs. Weasley but she was ignored.

"You better simmer down, kid," said Kara in a patient tone as she let go of Ginny's hand. "I guess you still got some time to learn, but you're acting like a little brat. I mean you're about eleven or twelve or something?"

"I'm fifteen years old," snarled Ginny with a scowl.

"Okay, no need to get snippy," said Kara as she took a deep breath. "Take a deep breath and just calm down and you're not going to win any friends by smacking people around."

"You obviously don't know a witch has to put her wizard in line sometimes," said Ginny. "You stole Harry away from me, you..."

"Harry isn't a toy you can claim," said Kara as she resisted the urge to fry the little psycho. "My husband is a person, and you obviously thought you could control his life.

"Mum always told me that I would marry Harry, we would live happily ever after," said Ginny, as she held her wand in a threatening manner. "He saved me from the Basilisk, he pulled the sword out of the hat, he defeated Riddle, I was his princess. It's supposed to end that way. I nearly died because of Harry..."

"Ginny, enough, you're embarrassing yourself," said Mr. Weasley in a stern voice but Ginny ignored her father.

Instead, she went to slap Kara right in the face but this time Harry caught her hand.

The red haired girl's eyes bugged out and she shook.

"Let go of me, you're hurting me," said Ginny, as she was scared as Harry looked her down, as he slowly released her hand. "Harry, you need someone who understands you...and she doesn't. She tricked you, took advantage of you, she was the one that got you drunk, and took advantage of you..."

Kara lost it, grabbed Ginny by her robes to get her attention and stared at her, before her grip relaxed. "Listen, Ginny. I feel kind of bad for you. You have some issues and need help. But if you continue to be this stupid, I'm not going to hold back. Harry and I are married. Move on, life's not a fairy tale, and you can't always get your way."

Ginny saw the girl's eyes glow for a brief second. "You're evil, that's the only reason that you got Harry, what kind of dark creature are you..."

"GINNY!" yelled Mr. Weasley and his daughter was taken aback. "To your room now, you're grounded for the rest of the summer."

"Dad, you can't do that," said Ginny as she turned to her mother. "Mum, you can't let him do it..."

"Arthur, you can't ground our daughter...." said Mrs. Weasley but Mr. Weasley shook his head.

"I feel like this is my fault, hopefully Ginny will come to her senses," said Mr. Weasley as he waved his daughter off. "Room, now!"

"Fine!" yelled Ginny, as she stamped her feet and kicked the wall all the way up the stairs.

Harry shuddered at the Deja-Vu feeling he was getting.

"I'm going to have a word with Dumbledore, surely he can think of something," said Mrs. Weasley. "We need to get this marriage annulled..."

"Well, thank you Mrs Weasley," said Harry and she looked pleased. "You just confirmed my fears. I was willing to give you a chance. If you really thought of me as a son, you would have been happy. A bit disappointed with how it happened maybe, but I guess I see things clearly now. But I don't think we'll be seeing each other much more."

"Harry, Dumbledore said you have to stay here, this girl on the other hand...will have to go," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, I'm not going to argue with you, but we're leaving," said Harry as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "We have a few things to take care of, but I have things I need to do and Hogwarts is not in them."

"Harry, you can't drop out of Hogwarts, I forbid it," said Mrs. Weasley. "Hogwarts is the safest place for you..."

Hermione, Harry, and even Ron broke out into laughter at that one. Ron once again stopped under the glare of his mother.

"And I'm going to give your husband money, to pay him back for all of the food I ate," said Harry.

"Harry, you can't really be leaving Hogwarts!" yelled Ron. "How are we going to beat Slytherin in Quidditch?"

"Ron, I appreciate being your friend for five years," said Harry with a sigh. "But, even the best of friends grow apart, and....well some people just grow up and others merely get older. Maybe some day you'll understand, but I would advise being your own person. Here's your chance, I won't be there, you'll be the oldest Weasley there."

"Well, I guess you do have to do what you feel like you need to do," said Ron as he processed this information.

"Well, Harry made his own choice. Poor bloke, married at sixteen. Guess he does have a point, I can be my own person now. Prove Mum wrong and everyone else. I'll show them all."

"Well, Mr. Weasley take care of yourself, good luck Ron," said Harry, as he held his wife's hand and they turned away, but Mrs. Weasley was not done.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, DON'T YOU..."

Immediately, Mrs. Weasley was silenced and unable to move. Hermione slid her wand away.


"Well thank you, but we're done," said Harry. "I'm doing this and I'll come back when I feel ready. If this is about me being too young, talk to Voldemort. Tell him to stop killing me. Doubt he'll listen. I'll come back for your funeral if you try. We're heading off. Australia might seem a good place or maybe France."


"Yeah those sound lovely," said Kara as they exchanged a passionate kiss right in front of the petrified Mrs. Weasley, that she did not approve of.

Mrs. Weasley turned a violent shade of red.

"Ready to go?" asked Kara and Harry agreed.

"Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "Congratulations..but you know..."

"Mr. Weasley, deal with your family," said Harry as Arthur nodded.

Harry and Kara exited and Hermione followed them. She had no intention of staying.

Mrs. Weasley sweated and would have sworn had her circumstances not be perilous.
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[/"Cradle robbing, homewrecker, she stole Harry away from my daughter. Just wait, I'll be speaking to Dumbledore about this. He'll fix it all."



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"So now we're up to date," said Batman after the two had compared notes on the last couple of days.

"Well, you're always complete," said the Man of Steel. "But how did you find all of it out?"

The Dark Knight turned to face Superman. "The hardest part was finding the police report for the murder of the Potters. The digging I had to do, to find that little bit of information. Each report listed killer unknown and missed the witnesses. With the exception of the very first one filed, on November 1st, the day after the murders. Some man named Dumbledore filed the report, the same Dumbledore you met I would assume."

Superman was stoic and he responded. "Yeah, we met him alright."

"It was filed and changed a day later," said Batman. "Obviously someone must have acquired it before it was thrown out and it ended up in a computer database, long forgotten. Given the equipment here, hacking into the computer was no problem. If my hunch is correct, Dumbledore had the child out of the house and to those Dursleys, then realized he told too much to the authorities."

Superman turned to them. "Abuse, I can't believe anyone would do something like that..."

"Kent, you were really fortunate," said Batman. "Your ship could have easily just been found by criminals or the government or any number of sadistic people. Then who knows what the world would have been like."

"Who knows what the world would be like if many things didn't happen," thought Batman.

"Once I talked to Blood, it was an easy enough connection," said Batman. "Anagrams are second nature. My experience in dealing Nygma gave me plenty of grounding."

Superman was brought out of the conversation as his hearing picked up something. "I've go to go Bruce."

The detective nodded and Superman moved off and Alfred returned.

"Should I assume you're going to be down here for another day?" asked Alfred as he showed up to clean the cave.

"Nearly finished, just drawing a few more conclusions," said Batman.

Alfred looked. "Your entire file of rogues open, what did you find out about this boy?"

"Well, he does appear to have some anger issues, which he kept in for a long time," summarized Batman. "We all know what happened to Harvey when he kept his anger bottled up for too long..."

He trailed off. Harvey Dent was a rather sore subject. His oldest friend and one of his most bitter enemies as the mob boss Two Face, obsessed with chance and the number two. There was one failed attempt to cure him. The real Harvey Dent was buried further, with Big Bad Harv taking the reigns.

Yet, Dent's psychosis spiraled out of control when his personality fractured a third time into the murderous vigilante known as the Judge just recently. The Judge went after several of Gotham's criminals, and one of them who he tried to kill was Two Face. Right now Harvey was in Arkham as he played out a trial that involved his two fractured personalities.

"We both know all too well," said Alfred in a gentle tone.

Batman was quiet and he went through many of his top foes.

Edward Nygma was abused as a child by his father for telling lies. He had an obsessive compulsion to tell the truth albeit in the former of Riddles. He got back on track with his Riddle of the Minotaur Game. Until he was swindled by his corrupt boss Daniel Mockridge and became the Riddler, for revenge. One attempt to reform was derailed by his obsession. He wished to defeat Batman, he was the only one worthy of the game.

Jonathan Crane, also abused as a child, but had obsessed over the nature of fear. Crane was fired from Gotham University. His experiments grew more grotesque as did his form. The Scarecrow went from a Psychology Professor to the darkest manifestation of everyone's nightmares. His fear gas evolved to a new level. Crane poisoned Batman at one point and the hallucinations were so great, he ended up in Arkham. Then, he nearly killed Barbara as he exposed her to a nightmarish world some time ago.

Jervis Tetch was meek and domineered by his boss. He fell for his secretary but she did not like him as much more of a friend. He used mind control chips to make her a puppet, a doll to cater to his every whim. It was a warped and demented reflection of love. As the Mad Hatter, he would make Gotham City into his own personal wonderland. Batman foiled his plan. Then Hatter trapped Batman in a virtual reality machine. A perfect world where his parents were alive and he was engaged to Selina Kyle, where Bruce Wayne did not have the burden of being Batman. A perfect lie, as it turned out. Batman busted out and was not pleased.

Mary Louise Dahl was a popular child star. Yet, a rare disease would not allow her to physically age past childhood. It warped her. As Baby-Doll, she wanted to live her childhood like it was in her own hit television series. She tried to get her life back together. She was reminded of her tortured past and went on a crime spree with Killer Croc. She nearly blew up Gotham City in her rage when she had been double crossed.

Killer Croc had a rare skin condition that mutated him into a beast. He was a former circus performer and side show attraction in an underground wrestling circuit. His mind continued to degrade over the years. He had flashes of intelligence but was a mindless brute. Croc also once threw a rock at Batman.

It was a really big rock.

Pamela Isley had the best intentions but her experiments warped her into the sadistic menace known as Poison Ivy. She tried to reform a couple of times, but she failed. Her sadism and hatred for humanity and her obsession for plants were great. She tried to reform but failed. Only one human she remotely tolerated was Harley Quinn.

Harleen Quinzel was a doctor at Arkham Asylum. She became interested in their most high profile patient, the Joker, who spun her a tale of woe and abuse. Her mad love caused her to warp into Harley Quinn, and she was nearly as dangerous as the man who made her that way.

There were others, too many to consider. All tragic stories and a part of him held out hope that they could reform.

"And you know what the scariest part is Alfred," muttered Batman.

"He does have echoes to a certain other young man, of previous years," said Alfred.

"Exactly," answered Batman but he said not one other word.

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"So, you're really leaving?" asked Hermione as the three sat outside of the Burrow as the birds chirped and privacy spells were cast around it.

"It's the best choice," said Kara. "Somehow I don't think they'll let me in the school, married to Harry or not."

"Maybe, Hogwarts will be a lot safer now that people are not trying to kill me," added Harry but he was uncertain. "But Dumbledore needs to learn that he might be a powerful wizard, but he can be wrong. I might be wrong too but there has to be another option other than me stumbling around blindly. I've got to do what's best for me."

Everyone was quiet. Hermione just sighed. "Harry, your choices should be made based on what's best for you. I think we found out with Umbridge that just because someone's an authority figure, doesn't make them right. And I do need to lighten up."

"I've been telling you that for five years," said Harry. "What changed?"

"Well, Dolohov's spell, he nearly burned my internal organs out," said Hermione as they looked horrified. "Madam Pompfrey grew everything back in time. If he could speak it...well we wouldn't be talking, would we? There will be certain side effects I'm sure.

She closed her eyes but sighed. "I've had my nose buried in books for so long that maybe I forgot that sometimes you got to improvise. Just like you said."

Harry looked at his friend. "Hermione, you did say that during our first year."

"Well, sometimes the hardest advice to follow is our own," said Hermione with a thoughtful expression. "Harry, honest question, do you think we have a chance against Voldemort?"

"I don't know and that's what scares me," said Harry in a completely honest and grim tone. "I've learned some things, mostly through the D.A. and preparing for the Tournament, but...Riddle has decades on me. And I don't have decades to catch up."

Kara added. "And our powers, strong as they might be, have consequences. We could solve one problem, but cause a bunch of others. We could have taken care of Dumbledore and Snape right there....I have a feeling you know who I really am, don't you?"

"Yes, but I won't tell a soul," said Hermione and Kara looked grateful. "Snape or Dumbledore, they might find a few surprises if they try to read my mind. Oh and you're welcome about the rings by the way."

It took a bit to register that little information drop.

"I beg your pardon?" asked Harry and Hermione laughed at the look on both of their faces.

"Sirius asked me to sneak into Dumbledore's office last year, I got the rings, I also copied some memories Dumbledore had in the same cabinet," said Hermione as she recalled her little bit of looting and plundering. Then again, given her birthday, it was only appropriate that she engaged in some theft. "It wasn't easy. I gave them to Sirius, I might have broken a few rules to do so but I can't say how many. And besides, if anyone finds out, if you don't know and can't testify in court."

"What are these memories?" asked Harry. "Have you seen them?"

"Yeah, I did," added Hermione. "The memories, I know what's in them, all of them. I'll find out what I need to know and take care of them."

"What?" wondered Kara.

"Kara, don't worry, you either Harry, I'll deal with those wretched things," said Hermione. "If you see Voldemort's snake, do kill her."

"Right, I guess," said Harry.

"Lots to do ourselves anyway," said Kara as she and Harry both realized that there was a lot to do before they even thought about the Voldemort situation and there were other threats as well.

"Worry about that," said Hermione. "And I'm so happy for you both."

"Thanks."

"I'll be at Hogwarts and if I see anything, I'll keep you updated," said Hermione.

"You don't have to be there, you know," said Harry. "You can..."

"No, someone's got to keep an eye on certain people. And coordinate some kind of defense. Besides, you need eyes and ears."

"Well, your choice," said Harry.

"If you're sure," agreed Kara but they both wondered about Hermione's sanity.

"I'm going to leave to go to get some things done, and I'll see you two around, maybe for Christmas or something," said Hermione. "Hedwig should be finding you before too long before you leave. She's out hunting right now."
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In the shadows, Bellatrix Lestrange stalked her prey. Silent and wand held out at the ready, as she turned around.

Her hunch was right. She saw Potter's wife and the Granger Mudblood right at the same spot. The two youngest Weasleys were inside as well and so were their blood traitor parents.

She tingled with excitement.

The protections were a bit difficult to navigate. Being a prodigal witch, Bellatrix had no problem finding a way around them.

She watched, as the laughter of the teenagers filled the air.

"Pretty girl, too bad I'm going to have to mangle her face," muttered Bellatrix but above the dark witch. she heard a swoosh.

Suddenly, she found herself lifted right off of the ground.

Bellatrix was caught off guard. The witch pivoted to face her adversary.

This man was large. He had a red and blue uniform, a cape, and flew.

"You know, creeping around here might give you the impression you're up to something," said the flying man, as Bellatrix found herself plucked off of the ground and hurled a good distance. "Just what were you up to?"

She clenched her wand in her hand, but the man had blown her right off of her feet. The witch landed with a crash on the grass.

It was time for some manipulation.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," sobbed Bellatrix, as she hid her face. "I've been a bad girl, you see, I'm being made to kill someone, by this evil Dark Lord. I'm not really a bad person, he's just threatening to kill my entire family. My poor sister and my nephew, please, help me."

The flying man turned around and looked rather conflicted, as Bellatrix hid her sadistic grin. She cried some more.
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"There, don't worry, we'll..."

In a flash, Bellatrix slashed her wand towards her enemy. The flying man staggered. Blood dripped from his face and the witch moved in for more punishment.
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Kara's head snapped around at the noise.

"Great Rao, Harry look!" managed Kara as her heart sped up.

"Superman and...." said Harry, his eyes narrowed when he saw the woman's face. His voice turned cold. "Her."

Kara and Harry scrambled right to them, as he heard Bellatrix whisper "Crucio". Superman screamed in the distance Hermione followed.

Bellatrix dodged a curse and turned away from her enemy. Three angry teenagers faced her.

"Three against one, Lestrange," said Hermione as her wand pointed at Bellatrix. "How do you like it when the shoe's on the other foot?"

Bellatrix sent a black jet of light at them. A shield spell deflected the deadly curse.

"Next time, Potter," whispered Bellatrix.

Before she could properly dissapparate, she was partially caught by two blasts.

Bellatrix Lestrange felt a beam of heat and a red light connect with her wand arm.

She was gone as her screams lingered in the ears.

"Are you okay?" asked Hermione to Superman.

"Kal, speak to us please," said Kara as her face looked frantic and was shaking. Harry grabbed her to offer the girl some comfort.

"That wasn't pleasant, I almost miss Kryptonite," managed Superman, as the blood dripped down his face. The wound was on the mend, as the sunlight hit him. "Mind telling me who that woman was?"

"She's Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's Number One Death Eater," explained Harry as he managed to get his voice steady. "She's sadistic, and been on a rampage all summer. She killed her own sister, along with her sister's husband. She maimed one of my friends and might have been responsible for something bad happening to another"

"What was that spell?" asked Kara.

"One of the three worst spells ever, the Unforgiveables," said Harry. "You get a one way trip to Azkaban if you're convicted of using one."

"The Imperius Curse controls people and the Killing Curse, well it kills people," said Hermione, who wished that explanation would have sounded better. "You got hit with the Cruciatus Curse. It's the greatest pain ever and most people go mad within moments. When their minds break from their nervous system being over stimulated."

"I've been under it," shuddered Harry as he recalled the night after the third task. "It takes a certain pleasure in causing pain. Bellatrix has got it down to an art form."

Harry turned. He had made an error in using that curse, but his emotions did get the better of him.

"I thought she was being blackmailed or something so I let up," said Superman as he took a deep breath.

Kara sighed and her shook her head. "Hermione, you want to take this one."

"Next time you see Lestrange and she looks at you so much cross-eyed, just rip her in half," said Hermione. She had little pity for these monsters after the Department of Mysteries.

Superman's eyes widened and he began to form a protest.

"Kal, this is a war," said Kara. "I've seen what happens and I know it's going to get worse. With some monsters, you just can't play nice and throw them in a cardboard prison."

Superman just looked at them, it just flew in the face of how he was raised. "If we become like them, we'll be just as bad of them, if we kill people, we'll create new problems..."

"I'm not saying kill every petty thug or everyone who annoys you," said Kara in a gentle voice. "But we're dealing with some dangerous people out there. Some of them...well they aren't ever going to be rehabilitated."

"I...I guess you're right, in a way but it just feels so wrong," admitted Superman.

"You think I'm just jumping for joy for the fact I have to kill people," sighed Harry as he turned to face the Man of Steel. "I don't want to be Voldemort but I'm not going to be be like Dumbledore either. Giving people out second chances and causing people to suffer because I let some murderer go free."

Pause and Harry continued, looking thoughtful and rather conflicted.

Difficult choices needed to be made.

"You're right in a way, we could become like them. It's not going to be easy, and it would be so easy to kill a bunch of people. It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't thing. There's no solution that's without it's problems. But some people are more dangerous alive. Others might still be saved. I don't know...case by case thing...I might not be the right person to choose. But I kind of had the choice forced on me."

Superman looked away. He always knew how fortunate he was with his upbringing, but he had no idea.

Others were not that lucky. Yet some were doing okay regardless.

"Well, I'll see if any more of those...Death Eaters isn't it?" asked Superman and he got a nod of confirmation. "I'll see if any of them are around."

"Thanks, we'll be sure to keep an eye out here," said Hermione. "Constant vigilance, keep on your guard."

"Be careful," warned Kara.

"I will," said Superman as he turned, the cut still stung right on his face.
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Shrieks echoed throughout the chambers of the Dark Lord. Voldemort peered down, at Bellatrix on the floor. The witch was in unbearable agony.

"Potter's wife did this to you?" asked Voldemort.

"That girl, she's no mere Muggle!" wailed Bellatrix, as she cradled her shell of an arm. "My arm, she burned it with her eyes and Potter removed...all of them...my bones...I'll strangle that brat!"

"Compose yourself, Bella," said Voldemort in his soft tone. "I will fetch for Snape to patch you up. Then you will explain how you have failed."

Snape appeared a moment later.

"Bella was careless, see what you can do," said Voldemort. "Potter and his new wife managed to attack her. Potter removed her bones and the girl burned Bella's arm."

The Potions Master scowled. "Of course, my Lord."

Snape walked over and Bellatrix screamed. "Lie still, I shall fix your arm, or most of it. Burned flesh and all of your bones have been removed. Well, that's interesting."

Sadistic glee as Bellatrix cried. Snape repaired her arm. Most of the flesh would have scar tissue, with whatever that girl did. There were other scars, tokens of recent battle, and a chunk of her ear had been sliced.

"Skel-Gro, won't be pleasant, but I believe the Dark Lord will require is report first, if I am not mistaken," said Snape as he gripped Bella by her rubbery arm and turned her to face Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort turned his full attention to Bellatrix. "Correct. Details, Bella, and quickly."

"I was going to kill the girl as you requested, my Lord" managed Bellatrix as her master stared her down. "But a flying man caught me off guard."

"A flying man?" inquired Snape, eyebrow raised.

"Continue," said Voldemort as he remained silent.

"I managed to hurt him and was about to break his mind with the curse," said the woman, as sweat poured down her face. "Then, Potter, the Mudblood, and that girl turned up. I engaged them but I prepared to retreat due to losing my advantage. Potter and his wife attacked me and did this!"

Voldemort remained silent for a moment before he spoke. "Severus, proceed."

Snape did so as the Dark Lord pondered this latest bit of information.

Immorality gave plenty of time to meticulous study. Voldemort was prepared for anything. His Parseltongue abilities allowed him to develop a sixth sense of sorts which had enhanced his ability to detect lies from most and his talents at Legilimency helped.

Deep down Voldemort knew he was far from perfect but he had to strive for perfection. He rarely ventured from his fortress, as he sent his servants to do more menial labor. He would have the Ministry and Hogwarts first, before he expanded his empire into Europe and then the world. Those who opposed him down would be dust.

This flying man piqued his interest. He sensed a few images from Bellatrix's mind and he was intrigued.


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"A lot more than we thought, but it needed to be done," sighed Harry, as Kara just gave him a sympathetic look, as they looked at their new purchases.

"Hey, it needed to be done," said Kara, as she helped Harry carry everything. "Got all of your gold out of your vault. Those goblins, I don't know what their problem was."

"They act like that to everyone," said Harry as they balanced everything. It was a beautiful day. "Books, clothes, going to have to get some regular clothes too, that's not going to be fun."

"It'd be a lot better to have clothes you're not drowning in," encouraged the girl beside him.

Harry smiled. "You should have seen how they looked before I tried to fix them. That's actually an improvement. Magic fixes a lot. However, miracle work it isn't."

At that moment, the two were met with a rather unwelcome sight.

"Of course, I couldn't leave without seeing him one more time," muttered Harry, as he saw Draco Malfoy and his mother walk into the scene.

Kara looked at the boy and shook her head, as Draco seemed to spot the couple. As did Narcissa, who looked at them in a strange manner. He moved over to give his usual. "Well, Potter, fancy meeting you here and without the weasels or..."

"Draco, be silent," said Narcissa as she looked at her son. She spotted the rings on the finger of Potter and his companion. His demeanor was different than when she had saw him at the Quidditch Cup two years previous. Somewhat the same, but there were many changes.

"Mother..."

"No, Draco," said Narcissa as she studied the new influence in Potter's life. She felt the need to approach this matter gracefully. "Mr. Potter, we've never formally met, my name is Narcissa Malfoy. As you know, I'm Draco's mother."

Harry was taken momentarily off guard but he decided to react politely.

"Well, it's an honor meeting you," said Harry, uncertain of how to react and Kara seemed to sense her husband's uncertainty.

Narcissa studied the couple. Potter was nothing like she had heard, but she supposed people did change.

As for the girl, she was an intriguing paradox.
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[/'Who is this female with Potter? She's not a witch, but she doesn't seem like most Muggles. She carries herself with confidence and poise, but she's not stifled and stiff. This is not anything I'm used to.'

"Well, you are nothing like I've heard, Mr. Potter," said Narcissa as she remained silent for a moment. "And I would like to offer congratulations about your nuptials, I'm afraid I haven't the pleasure..."

The girl paused. "Kara...Kara Kent, well now Kara Potter. We had a whirlwind romance and we had a quick wedding in Las Vegas."

"Muggle, just like someone like Potter to just randomly jump into marriage with the first girl that would have him," muttered Draco but Narcissa gave him a warning look.

Narcissa paused and nodded. "Well, we have much to do, as you appear to as well. So good day."

The two teenagers nodded as Draco and Narcissa walked off. Draco had a look of confusion on his face.

"Mother, what were you playing at?" asked Draco.

"Respect is something you should learn, Draco," said Narcissa and then she added. "I'm trying to keep you alive."

"Potter, wouldn't do anything," drawled Draco. Potter was Dumbledore's little golden boy, so he would not dare harm anyone.

Narcissa paused and looked at her son. "Do not be certain of what Potter will do. Your schoolyard antics may have been endearing when you were eleven but you're sixteen. One day, you will be the head of the Malfoy House, should you survive."

Draco just turned away and shook his head. Of course he would survive.

Narcissa brushed her hair out of her face. She really did love her family despite their many faults.

She was a pureblood and she had little do with most Muggles, even if she did indulge her curiosity with certain facets of Muggle culture. Not that she was alone. Many Purebloods did badmouth Muggles in public but a few experimented with the other side. It was a curiosity and a temptation. They just did it behind closed doors.

Otherwise, the Dark Lord had the right idea, but she felt he lost sight of his original goals.

As a proper Slytherin, she knew when it was time to take a step back and reassess the situation. She was curious about Potter like the rest of her social circle. The information she got put him in a rather unfortunate and simplistic light. Snape had some rather cutting statements about the boy, but she only took those in stride. The rivalry between James Potter and Severus Snape had been one of legend.

Dumbledore was a fool even if Narcissa merely respected his accomplishments. He facilitated the decay of the world as much as the the more fanatical purebloods.

Lucius might have talked a good game, but it was a matter of gold and power. He was no fan of Muggles, but to kill them all would mean losing out on a good chunk of his yearly profit.

Yet, they all became chess pieces between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, and all suffered, purebloods just as much so.

"Draco, stick with me," said Narcissa as her son protested, but she would hear nothing of it.

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Tonks knew she should wait for back up but she might not get another chance. Through the shadows, she hid and wand was in her hand.

"Hex first and ask questions later," thought Tonks as she slid right around the corner, as she heard a creak and an echo right around the door.

The entire Bellatrix thing had demanded a great deal of her time. The Ministry wanted her captured and Tonks had been put on the case.

It was part experience building and part of some sadistic loyalty test. Her heritage gave her problems when she left Hogwarts. Two infamous relatives in Azkaban and a family tree of notorious mental cases had made getting into the Auror department difficult.

In a way, she proved herself, as she moved around the corner and more steps as she followed the figure right into a building.

"Not Bellatrix," thought Tonks as she was struck with a sudden thought. "Someone's here. Got to be careful. Constant Vigilance and all that. Hope I don't go and drown in my paranoia."

Tonks was caught off guard, as a mysterious figure dressed in orange and purple appeared right from a side mirror and ran down the hallway.

If she had not seen it with her two eyes, she wouldn't have bought it.

"Hold it right there, whoever, you are!" shouted Tonks, but the figure darted down the hallway.

The persistent Auror followed, but yet the man had vanished. She held her wand and turned around. A door was slightly ajar.

She pushed the door open. Tonks frowned and saw nothing inside the bathroom.

Then again, what seemed like nothing could be something. A few dusty foot prints were uncovered with a further look. The sink shifted to the side by natural means.

She jumped in the air but relaxed.

"Merely your reflection. Don't panic. Stay alert."

Said reflection shifted and reached right through the mirror. She was grabbed by the throat by her own mirror reflection. Paralyzed on the spot, she began to struggle.

Auror training did not prepare her for this. Her reflection pulled Tonks right through the mirror.

"Where am I?" asked Tonks, as she still had her wand and her bag. Said bag contained food she had packed.

She had a look around and eyes widened.

Tonks was in some kind of void and surrounded by nothing but mirrors, as far as the eye could see.

The Auror sank down and wondered what she would have to do to get out of this strange place.
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"So what am I supposed to be looking at again?"

Harry could have mentally slapped the back of his own head. He had nearly forgotten about the Fidelius Charm on Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"Sorry, honey, you see there's a charm where Dumbledore used to hide this place from prying eyes," said Harry as Kara grabbed his hand. "Uh, see those houses right there and there."

She nodded.

"Well there should be another house right about there," explained Harry. Kara turned her attention to where Harry pointed.

"I barely see something, not sure what it is," muttered Kara, as she used her X-Ray vision to scan. "It's like a pocket space, folded within itself. It's very fine. I wouldn't have seen it if you didn't point it out."

Harry understood at least enough. "So it couldn't completely hide the house with charm, it had to be somewhere, so they moved it into this other dimension or something..."

The Boy-Who-Lived sighed as he confused himself.

"Let's just say it's some form of magical space," concluded Harry.

"I can buy that," said Kara but she focused on the manner at hand. "So what do we do now?"

Harry was struck by a stupid impulse. "You trust me right?"

"Yes, and more," said Kara, and Harry grabbed her hand tightly.

"Because, I had an idea, and it's absolutely bonkers," said Harry. "I think that we can bust right through the charm through that little void and into the house. Like the Platform I told you about, for the school train. Or it could...well break every bone in our bodies."

"Let's go for it," said Kara, as she held on.

"You sure?"

"Positive," said Kara.

"On three," said Harry, as he opened the door.

One, Two, Three, and the super powered couple threw all caution to the wind.

With a crash, they ended up right in the house. Their combined strength just sucked them right through the void. The backlash caused them to stagger right on the floor.

Harry was down on the floor. Kara had fell right on top of him.

"Good, I was right," said Harry, as his wife pulled herself up.

"Yeah, and not a bad landing either," breathed Kara, as she slid herself off of Harry, and helped him up. "Are you okay?"

Harry tested out his arms. "A few scrapes and bumps, but other than that, not too bad. Nothing broken. You?"

Kara took a good look at herself. "I'm actually good, my hair's a bit messed up, but that can be fixed."

"Well your hair looks fine no matter how it looks," said Harry, as he ran his hand through Kara's hair. "I like how you're growing it out, by the way."

"Thanks but everything seems fine, we'll give ourselves a more through physical later," said Kara as she licked her lips in anticipation and Harry looked equally eager. They noticed a new arrival. "Look, a dog."

Harry smiled as his wife reached to pet it. "Careful, Kara, I don't think he's had his shots."

He turned his attention to the dog. "Hello Padfoot, figured you'd be lazing around the house like the dog you are."

Sirius stood before them. "Was wondering when you two would pop up."

"This is my godfather, Sirius Black," explained Harry. "The only man to escape from Azkaban Prison and he also cheated certain death through means he still hasn't properly explained. The one set up the little Vegas trip."

"I have you to thank then," said Kara with a smile.

"Sirius, this is Kara," said Harry, as an afterthought.

"Pleased to meet you, Kara," said Sirius as he shook hands with his godson's wife. "Strong grip too."

Kara looked apologetic. "Sorry, don't know my own strength sometimes."

"Nah, after twelve years in that awful place, it's all good," said Sirius as he turned around to face them. "As Harry's godfather, I must say he really has good taste. Granted, there are a few good looking choices over here, but...well we are not without our issues."

"What do you mean?" asked Kara.

Sirius looked over and sighed. "As I told Harry, most of the old families are interrelated. It actually run deeper than that. Fresh blood is getting harder to come by. It gets worse every generation."

Sirius paused as both had their full and undivided attention. "Voldemort didn't help. He's killed many purebloods, even if those in his inner circle pass it off as being misfits and blood traitors. Over the past thirty years, there have been more squibs than any other time."

"Non magical person born to a magical family," explained Harry and Kara proceeded for Sirius continue.

"Filch and Arabella Figg are a few of the luckier ones, they got if you call it that," added Sirius but he looked more grim than ever. "Others...well when they show no signs of magic, accidents might happen, and purebloods can be rather harsh."

They nodded and were revolted.

"Tradition is followed," continued Sirius. "All of the purebloods don't support Voldemort, but enough of them agree with a few of his aims to not to do anything. Others just want the power for themselves. Umbridge is a perfect example of this type. She would follow Voldemort if he gave her an offer that suited her, but if he ever showed weakness, she'd undercut him. She threw Fudge under the Knight Bus to save her own skin."

"Maybe it's a good thing Harry and I are leaving," said Kara.

"Leaving?" asked Sirius. "Not that I'm arguing and in fact, I think I suggested it but..."

"Sirius, I can't stay and do what I need to do," said Harry and Sirius nodded. "I'm sick and tired of being called some savior one week and some evil dark wizard in training the next."

The point was agreed with.

"It won't be easy," cautioned Sirius. "Dumbledore...well I'm sure you've come to the same conclusions about Dumbledore that I have."

"Yes," said Harry. "But it's what we have to do."

"We both realized that when we talked about it," said Kara, as they walked into the next room. Kara sat down next to Harry and Sirius sat opposite of them.

Harry added. "We need to teach them a lesson about not taking what they have for granted. Maybe someone will take a shot at Voldemort and save me grief..."

"But, we're going to prepare regardless," concluded Kara.

"What makes you think Voldemort won't go after you?" asked Sirius.

The Boy-Who-Lived looked at Sirius and shared some of his conclusions. "Thought about this for a long time. Voldemort wants the Ministry first. And Hogwarts. I've learned a few things about him over the years, even if they didn't make sense at first. I suspect that will take him a few years to get Britain in order. The prophecy was the big sticking point. You know of it, right?"

"I have a pretty good idea, not even Lily and James knew of its contents," said Sirius. "Dumbledore told them they were in danger. Lily and James had to be talked into believing Dumbledore, both of them argued with him about believing it but they conceded."

"Dumbledore was there when the charm was performed," said Harry as he remembered. "Wouldn't he..."

Sirius waved him down. "As much as I hate to defend Dumbledore, he just performed the groundwork. Lily performed the actual binding of the secret to Wormtail. Granted, she should have thrown in some loyalty charms, but we couldn't have known. We outsmarted ourselves with that one and I'm sorry about that."

He sighed, as he remembered the good seven years that he had with three good friends and before he turned traitor, Wormtail was one. "Peter was a good person a long time ago, it's a shame what he turned into. But many people were good a long time ago that are Death Eaters or really just misguided."

He remained thoughtful but the door opened and Remus entered and smiled.

"Hi Harry, Kara, Sirius," said Remus but he paused when he realized what was wrong. "Um, Harry, with the charm, mind explaining..."

Kara decided to cut in. "Well, Harry pointed it out, I saw what he pointed at, and he lead me through."

"You were lucky you weren't torn to shreds," said Remus as he sighed but as a scholar he looked rather intrigued about a law of magic being so shamelessly broken. "Did you tell Sirius about...."

"Kara, do I have your permission to share your background?" asked Harry.

"Harry, I don't really mind, I think Sirius can keep a secret," said Kara as she looked.

One overly long explanation later, Sirius looked rather intrigued. "Well Harry, I also hoped you would find a girl who was out of this world, but..."

He paused.

"I didn't really mean that literally," said Sirius but he just smiled. "Well, no real chance of you being related at all."

They both grinned but Harry turned his attention to an uncomfortable topic.

"And the Weasleys, my hunch was right, well with two of them, Ron's kind of a question mark but I just..." began Harry. "Friend for five years or not, if I give him one secret and he gets in one of his fits of jealousy, I really think I'll do something drastic to correct his behavior. He's not evil, just grossly immature and...I don't relate with him anymore. Plus he's still domineered by Mrs. Weasley."

"Sometimes, friends do grow apart," added Remus as he thought of two others at Hogwarts who seemed to be the best of friends for years but it ended rather poorly one day.

"We're going to be out of here by August Thirty First," continued Kara. "We're looking into a place to live, somewhere nice. Not too much, but just a nice comfortable place for us."

Harry had something to add. "And I've got to learn about business."

"Why?" asked Sirius.

Both of them looked rather amused, and Harry decided to proceed. "Well, that's another fascinating story."

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Later that night, Kara led Harry to the kitchen when they passed a green curtain.

"We got to be quiet, we don't want to wake her up," muttered Harry.

The Kryptonian girl stiffened as she had tripped the curtain to reveal the portrait of Mrs. Black.

"YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE, FILTH! FILTHY MUGGLES AND BLOOD TRAITORS HOW DARE YOU...."

Those words were as far as Mrs. Black got before suddenly she was frozen in her tracks. Mist rose from Kara's lips as she took a step back, kind of shocked and surprised.

"You froze her?" asked Harry.

"Sorry, I panicked, I told you I'm still learning my powers," said Kara but Harry just grabbed his wife around the waist and kissed her. She responded.

After a moment, they broke it up.

"Kara, you're brilliant, we've been trying to find a way to shut that shrieking banshee up for a year, not even Dumbledore could get her down," said Harry, as he looked right in her eyes. "So, ice breath's another one of your powers?"

She just looked at the portrait, amused. "Guess it is one, I'm sure Kal can do it, but I never tried. Kind of a minty after taste really."

"Really?" asked Harry and he grabbed her, to kiss her again to see . "Yeah, you're right, but I had to make sure."

"Are you really sure?" asked Kara, as she leaned forward and once again, their lips met and tongues tangled with each other.

At this point Sirius walked out and shook his head at the couple's antics.

"Seven bedrooms in this house, and you have to do that in front of...." started Sirius but he stopped and was stared before he cackled like a crazy person. He caught his breath. "Hi mother, frozen solid's a good look for you."

"She started in on me, and I kind of used one of my powers," said Kara but Sirius broke out into laughter.

"Brilliant," said Sirius. "See, if I had any doubts about this marriage and I had none, all gone right now, you've shut my mother up."

"Glad, I meet your approval," said Kara as her eyes looked to the painting and laughed at the frozen expression, as Sirius and Harry joined in.

"How long will it last?" asked Sirius and Kara just gave a shrug. "Oh well, I'll cherish this moment right now."

He turned, eyes on his frozen mother. It was the most tolerable she had ever been.

Sirius Black just reached Nirvana.

"Sirius will be in his happy place for a while," said Harry as both husband and wife laughed. "Time to eat. Hopefully there's something edible around here."

"You do look cute with your glasses...." started Kara suddenly as she looked at Harry. "But..."

Harry knew where this was going and had thought about it before.

"Yeah, I know, if they get knocked off, I'm going to be screwed," said Harry. "My eyes rejected contacts. Hermione got me to try them one time."

She shook her head. "No, there's something called laser eye surgery, it's a very fine process. I read about it, it's supposed to fix the nerves in your eyes, so you can see better."

"Well, I'm sure we could look into something like that...." stated Harry but Kara shook her head.

"I think I can fix your eyes, if I'm careful," said Kara but she hesitated. "Or I could...burn them out..."

Harry reached and clasped both of her hands. "Just take your time, my love. If there's a chance, you can do it. I'll be still, I promise."

She shifted and peered right into Harry's eyes.

"Okay, Kara, you're doing something really risky, don't botch it or anything. His eyes are really bad. I wonder when he had those glasses changed last. He does have gorgeous eyes and everything else...focus Kara, don't get distracted. Channel the beam lightly through his glasses, make an incision, yeah, I can do this, then remove glasses, lightly cool with your breath, apply gentle pressure, should do it. Or pop his eyeballs out."

She held her breath and did the process as it was pieced together.

Seconds passed as Kara held her breath before she spoke.

"You're blind, aren't you?" asked Kara as she inclined her head slightly, as Harry stared forward as he slipped his glasses off and tossed them to the side.

"I see a gorgeous young woman in front of me," said Harry as green eyes met blue, without any barriers. His arms wrapped around her neck and he gave her a passionate kiss. Kara floated a few inches off of the bed in response.

After a moment, Harry broke it. "Brilliant...my magic kind of helped a little bit, I don't know if you should do that as a career."

As she nodded in agreement, there was a sigh of relief. "Kind of a bundle of nerves when I did that, but I think it should help you."

They shared another kiss, as they stroked each other's hair.

"I love you, so very much," thought Kara as she closed her eyes and leaned further into the kiss.

The kiss broke, as they turned to each other. Harry spoke. "I love you."

The girl's eyes widened and she screamed, as she sprung up and nearly hit the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry, afraid he did something wrong.

"You just spoke...." breathed Kara, as she took a deep breath. "When you said I love you, you said it in Kryptonian."

"You know there's something about me speaking different languages and not even knowing it," said Harry as he recalled the snake in his second year and smiled.

"Say something else," encouraged Kara. "In Kryptonian, I mean."

"Alright," said Harry as he cleared his throat. "My name is Harry Potter."

Kara shook her head. "English. Say those words again, the ones you did before."

"I love you," said Harry with confidence. He never said those words before in his life until he got married but they seemed so natural with her.

The girl turned and racked her brain. "So, I kissed you and thought that, when...."

Sudden inspiration struck the alien girl faster than a speeding bullet.

"I've got this crazy theory, that I want your opinion on Harry," said Kara and Harry was all ears. "Well, when we kissed, I thought of my love to you. I tend to think in my native language. So, if my hunch is correct, and I think there's a good chance..."

She put a hand to her chin, as she thought carefully "I can pass knowledge to you when I kiss you, through saliva in my mouth."

She paused deep in thought at the possibilities of her discovery.

"And I could I guess remove things from your mind as well, if I wanted to. But that would be a dangerous breach of ethics and trust."

Harry nodded but he was visited with thought he was ashamed of. "I need more powers..."

"No, it's not really how many powers, it's how to use them that matters," said Kara with a grin. "And you know how to use them, in many ways. Your fingers, your tongue, your mouth, your...well you get the picture."

She coughed and was serious.

"No, really Harry, I'm still learning my powers," explained Kara. "You're learning too and you've done great things."

She looked at him. "I can teach you out to speak Kryptonian. It would be something special between us. And the tutoring would fun."

Harry considered what he was told. "It would be useful for us to speak in code, wouldn't it? Does your cousin know..."

"Bits and pieces I think, but he didn't speak it for fifteen years like I did," said Kara. "Thankfully, English is such a common universal language, Father taught me that one, and a few others...we're getting off track."

The two shifted around as the boy laughed. "We do tend to do that."

"It's going to be a very slow process, though," added Kara. "Uploading everything into your mind at once would overwhelm it and turn you into a vegetable. Maybe a little bit every few minutes. It'd be a lot of tutoring."

"And that's a bad thing?" asked Harry. She laughed and pulled Harry right into her arms.

She grabbed his hand.

"So, do you want me to take care of this too?" asked Kara as she scanned his hand and Harry shifted. "I must not tell lies...who did this?""

"Remember the woman I told you about, Umbridge," said Harry and she nodded her head. "She did this...to shut me up, the Ministry didn't want anyone to know Voldemort came back. Many nights, for a year, in my own blood...."

Harry winced at those nights and a few times.

Kara took a deep breath and began mentally counting to thirty. Then she let it out.

"Just let me try to fix this Harry, but if I ever see that woman..." said Kara as she let implied threats hang. Her eyes shifted, as she looked at the hand.

First Harry's hand felt cool, then it felt warm, and then cool again. The skin healed over and the words were gone.

"You magic could have repaired it," added Kara. "Just needed the right jump start."

The only thanks he could give was he shifted and pushed her down on the pillows, their fun continued for several minutes.

"Getting better at holding your breath," breathed Kara. "Good, but..."

Harry looked at his wife. "Hate to use your powers again....but...do you think you can..."

Kara stopped Harry and put her hand right on his lighting bolt scar. "This right?"

There was a nod and X-Ray vision once again scanned, but she slid back.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry who wondered what could have spooked his wife like that.

The Kryptonian girl composed herself for a moment. "I could....fix it...but you'd die or be brain damaged."

Kara grabbed Harry and pulled him tight. Harry was unnerved. "I'm....do you know what..."

"Well, an idea, it looks like some kind of magical tumor," said Kara as she sighed. "Left over from when Voldemort...someone's been forcing it open a lot, made it worse."

Harry turned away, but he was steered back to face his wife. "Harry, does it have any side effects or anything..."

"I used to be able to pick up on visions from Voldemort and it hurt all of the time," admitted Harry.

Kara picked up the past tense of that. "Used to?"

"Well it hasn't been so bad this summer," said Harry with a shrug. "It's almost like..."

The two realized the potential answer. Or at least the one that made the most sense.

The heroine leaned forward and whispered in her lover's ear.

Smut/Lemons Begins.


“I’m going to keep fucking you over and over and over, until that thing decides to take a hint and get out of your forehead,” said Kara before she pounced right on Harry. She kissed him over and over again, her arms wrapped around him, as she grounded herself up and down him. Her nipples poked right through the shirt she was wearing. She continued to grind her clothed center on Harry’s growing erection.

'If that dark butt muncher thinks he can use my partner’s head as some kind of gateway, that bastard’s in for a surprise,' thought Kara.

Harry reached his hands underneath his wife’s shirt to find her breasts. He was pleased she had gone braless as he continued to fondle her supple mounds. Kara squealed into his mouth, as his shirt crumpled into her hands. The kiss broke so she pulled the shirt over his head and made his already messy hair completely messier.

Just the way she liked it.

Harry pulled his lover’s shirt over her head. Her breasts were displayed on all of their glory. They were rounded, firm, and high, and her nipples were completely hard.

Their hands explored each other, as she floated up just enough to allow Harry more access to her breasts. Harry worshipped his lover’s breasts with incredible zeal. His hands squeezed the soft but firm flesh. He molded it and he felt his erection growing.

Kara lowered herself, before she gripped Harry’s pants and tugged them off of him. The pants ripped slightly in her zeal. She then made quick work of Harry’s boxer shorts.

“Sorry,” muttered Kara as they tore off in her hands but she did not sound too sorry. Her tongue circled around Harry’s penis to give it the proper lubrication. Then she grasped her hand and slowly began to pump it up and down. She floated above the bed and stared Harry right in the eyes, her lips curled into a sexy smirk.

Harry groaned. He mused if he was a normal Muggle human, Kara’s hand would have torn him completely off by now. Yet the firm grip caused him more pleasure as she really worked him. The Kryptonian Girl stroked him, alternated between three slow strokes and then a faster tug for a short time.

His stamina increased stamina caused him to go the distance, as Kara worked him over with her right hand. Her left hand gripped around his ball sac. She gave every inch of Harry the proper attention but then stopped.

Harry looked at her. “Oh Jesus, Kara, don’t stop, not now.”

Kara turned her head slightly, before she flew backwards. Her skirt slipped off and the red lacy knickers she wore followed. She swayed her arse right in Harry’s face as he remained on the bed.

“Time to feed you, my love,” said Kara, her head turned, as she placed her wet pussy right a few inches above Harry’s mouth. Her thighs closed right on the top of his head.

Harry licked right inside her vagina. The scent on his nose had caused his penis to twitch. The green eyed wizard took his frustration for his lack of completion as he licked and nibbled right at Kara. She loved it.

“Do the tongue thing, please,” whispered Kara but Harry just continued to tease her with licks. He dragged his tongue right over her folds and walls.

He felt her blow her breath right on his penis and he felt a touch of ice breath. He stuck his tongue right up the Kryptonian girl’s cunt. The blonde rode his tongue, as he vibrated it right into her hole. Her breathing grew rapid.

“Oh, oooh, oooh,” managed Kara as she sent out a burst of heat vision to set the curtains on fire in the bedroom. She released her juices right on Harry’s face and slid off.

With a flick, Harry managed to put out the fire she caused. “Kara, control please learn it.”

“Learn anti-heat vision spells,” countered Kara in a breathy voice but she resumed her work on Harry, as she gave him a few more strokes, before she spread Harry’s legs. She paused and looked at Harry, his handsome face splattered with her juices. “You going to finish that, babe?”

Before Harry could answer, Kara stole a kiss and stuck her tongue right into Harry’s mouth. She licked her cum right off the inside of his lips.

She reached down and grabbed his crotch right in his hand.

“Going to let me finish, this time?” asked Harry.

“Maybe,” Kara replied in a mysterious voice as she stroked Harry some more before she floated right above him.

The blonde girl floated up to the ceiling for a moment, as her legs spread right in the air. With grace, she lowered herself right down to Harry. Her hand gripped his throbbing penis and she slipped it right into her.

Harry slipped right inside her. She bounced up and down right on his cock. Her moans gained steam, as Harry reached up. He found her breasts and played with them.

The girl’s bouncing increased with intensity as he continued to play with them.

“Grope my tits, my green eyed hero,” moaned Kara. “Yeah, squeeze them, ooh twist my nipples, you know I love that. Magic, oh fuck, the little jolts you’re sending down me!”

Her muscles contracted right on his beneath. The warmth and wetness slid rubbed his cock. Harry trusted upwards into her. He wanted to come to a release, but not yet.

Harry switched his hand around and grabbed put one around on her arse. He alternated between her right and left breast with his right hand. This spurned Kara to keep bouncing up and down.

“Oh, Harry, make me cum, shove your dick right into my cunny, make it all wet for you, make me leak all of the bed!” she screamed as the windows cracked just a little bit. She reached a rather memorable climax.

She kept up the tempo and never ceased. She played with whatever breast Harry was not paying attention to at the moment, as they switched. She continued to squeeze him and his cock twitched right inside her.

“Kara, oh my God, cumming, cumming for you, oh my, Jesus Christ,” managed Harry right before he ejaculated. His sperm spurted right into her.

Kara slid her lover’s penis out of her before she slid right over. She grabbed Harry’s head and pushed it right between her breasts.

She wrapped her arms around his head to hug him in close, as he continued to suck. The licks, the sucks, became more prominent.

Kara released Harry, as he flew back on the bed, eyes glazed over. She reached over and put her mouth right on his penis, only at half-mast.

Harry found himself grow harder in her mouth, as she continued to suck him off, a primal look right in her eyes. Kara’s talented mouth blew him and she worked her tongue right under his penis while it was in her mouth.

Super breathe continue made for an awesome blowjob. Her tongue slid on the underside of his penis with her throat muscles contracting and her fingers stroking him. She also floated right off of the bed.

This action allowed Harry access to every inch of her body his hands could reach. He played with her breasts and squeezed them. She sped up her actions and her eyes had pure want.

Harry trusted into her mouth and once again, he came.

She pulled out and swallowed what was in her mouth. Then she cleaned what remained from Harry. She showed her tongue to Harry with the drops of sperm.

“A bit of a break,” said Kara, as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. “I want to do some that teaching first right now and I think it will get you stimulated even more.”

She kissed him as she thought several interesting phrases. She whispered the phrases in Harry’s ear. His growing erection indicated that he understood.

“Teach you the more mundane stuff later,” said Kara. “So, are you game for another round?”

Harry responded and grabbed her by the shoulders. Kara smiled as she allowed Harry to push her right on the bed.

“My turn to tease you,” said Harry. “I’m going to tie you to the bed until you beg me.”

“Please, Harry,” begged Kara as she shuddered as she found herself grow wetter and then her arms and legs were bound magically.

Harry straddled the top of her. He leaned down and began to kiss her forehead. His kisses continued and he began to suck right on her earlobe. Kara went absolutely wild from that and the ropes nearly snapped when she took flight. Harry kissed right on her cheeks and the side of her neck.

Kara moaned right into his ear as Harry applied suction on her neck. He reached his hand around and began to play with her round breasts. He then continued his kisses down her shoulder blades and right around to her breasts.

Harry stopped and grabbed her breasts, before he latched a mouth right on her right nipple. Kara drew her breath as she felt Harry’s tongue hiss on it. Then he switched and did the left slide. Then he planted a kiss right down her cleavage.

More moans escaped as Harry’s kisses continued. Kara felt herself brought near to the brink but she needed an extra push. Harry reached her belly button and kissed it. Her toned midsection got his full attention.

Her moans spurned on and she chanted Harry’s name. Harry found himself spurred to continue as he worked down to her pelvic area but he hovered his tongue right above her opening.

With a smirk he stopped.

“Oh, Harry, great Rao!” breathed Kara as Harry brushed his head purposely against her moist vagina several times. He kissed the inside of her thighs. They had a wonderful taste from her previous climaxes. He made his way down the sides of her legs as he alternated on every side.

Harry stroked her legs and massaged them, as he reached all the way down, to her ankles and then her feet.

“Damn it Harry, stick your cock in me before I go nuts!” yelled Kara in Kryptonian.

“You didn’t teach me that one,” said Harry as he continued to move upwards. He reached forward and her pussy cupped right in his hands.

Kara snapped the bindings and grabbed Harry. She flew him right over to the other side of the room and shoved him against the wall.

Harry just smirked, but he grabbed Kara and backed her up, before he turned the tables. His erection brushed against her.

“Right like this then?” asked Harry.

“Yes, please, fuck me against the wall,” breathed Kara.

“As you wish,” said Harry as he slid right into her with ease. He felt her tightness for the first time standing up. Kara pushed right back as he trusted right into her. His strokes were slow but the horny super powered blonde had none of that.

Her legs wrapped around him, as Harry pushed her against the wall. Her legs squeezed around his waist as her tight center did the same trick to his cock. Her walls rubbed him and he felt his release coming soon, even if he kept it for as long as he could manage.

“Cum for me, that’s it Harry,” whispered Kara and she stimulated him once more with her hand.

Harry held off just long enough for her to climax and then he followed as he shot several thick ropes of cum right inside her.

Both slid down right as Harry pulled out. Right in each other’s arms.

The air reeked heavily of sex, but both had been spent. They pushed each other to their current limits.

Limits they seemed to be breaking each time they engaged in their bedroom activities.
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[*Smut/Lemons End.

The two lovers sat on the floor panting, completely naked.

“Kara, is it gone?” asked Harry in a tentative voice.

She checked and shook her head.

“Still there, but it’s not as opened up any more,” whispered Kara. “You’ll be okay.”

Harry just nodded. He hoped so.

His wife’s confidence gave him inspiration.

“Love you, Kara.”

“Love you too, Harry.”

With those last words, they drifted off to sleep, on the floor in their bedroom.


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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office. He was most certainly the cleanest he had ever been in a long time, as he pondered the latest problem.

The fifteen letters Molly Weasley sent him about doing something about this marriage rather did annoy him. While Dumbledore agreed Harry was being lead astray, there were times where even Dumbledore was rather irritated by Molly Weasley's pushiness.

The rings were on and the marriage was unbreakable. Dumbledore felt a weird feeling that plagued him, like he did something wrong with Harry but he shook it off.

"Have you given up on your foolish attempt to try and exert your force onto Harry Potter's life?" asked McGonagall as she sat down in the office.

The Headmaster just sat and his eyes twinkled. "I think that when Harry returns to Hogwarts on September First, we will have a nice chat about the situation. Given the new Mrs. Potter will not be permitted within the castle walls, I feel that Harry will be more receptive one on one."

"You still realize there's a chance Potter may not come back," said McGonagall in an even voice.

"There's a chance none of us may come back when we leave a place," continued Dumbledore in a cryptic manner as he looked around his office. "Decisions must be made, that might not seem all that fair. Yet, it will come down to Harry and Voldemort. I'm the only one who can tell him what he needs to know to prepare. In the end, Harry will understand and forgive me."

"Well, good luck with that, Albus" said McGonagall as she excused herself.

Dumbledore turned towards Fawkes. "Fawkes, people will understand that I'm only trying to protect them."

The phoenix just turned away from Dumbledore but the Headmaster seemed rather numb to the gesture.

Dumbledore prepared an argument for Harry as he returned on September 1st. He would evenly spread out the information over a year. Technically it would only take two hours to convey, but this direction would be better.

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"I have a message for you, sir" said Alfred as he walked up to the Dark Knight in the cave. "Most curiously, as it arrived at Wayne Manor and it is addressed to Batman. And delivered by an owl."

Batman just took the envelope without another word and opened it. A piece of paper flew out and burst right into flames, as a message wrote on the air in blue fire.

Batman,

Sorry for the Theatrics. This it the only way I can make sure you get this message.

You're on the case of Harry Potter, given his recent marriage and I'd imagine you have found out some details already. Yet, there is much you don't know.

Meet me at King's Cross Station in London on August 31st, at eight in the morning, my time. It will be worth your time.

I know you won't disappoint me. I'll be the dark haired girl, dressed in black.

With that the fire vanished.

"Well, that will be a trick that will go over well at parties," said Alfred. "So..."

"August 31st is in a week," summarized Batman. He had to prepare.


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On the date, a dark figure moved around the King's Cross Station, but he stopped when he saw a girl. Sixteen years old, maybe seventeen or eighteen by the looks of her, as she stood, dressed in black. Her hair was straightened, but the detective guessed that was not natural. She wore sunglasses and bracelets on her wrists.

Batman stepped forward. "I understand you have information."

"I might," said the girl with a shrug and she beckoned to follow him.

The Dark Knight remained alert. While the girl appeared to be trustworthy, he learned not to trust his eyesight completely.

"How did you find me?" asked Batman.

"Owls are good trackers," responded the girl. "I have no idea who you really are even if I could make a good guess if I could be bothered."

"An interesting trick with the fire."

The girl just held a cup of coffee and sipped it. "Well, it's been my thing since I was a little girl. Used to give my mother all kinds of fits a long time ago."

"So, you're...." said Batman but the girl waved him off.

"My name isn't important," she said, as she held out a bag right in front of her. "I've been following you for years, I had a bit of an interest for heroes. A bit too much, as I made an idiot out of myself when I first met Harry. I tend to ramble when I get excited, you see."

Batman remained indifferent.

"So you and Potter...." started Batman.

"Purely platonic, of course, everyone always assumed otherwise," snorted the girl. "He's my younger brother, in all but blood. A boy and girl can be friends, contrary to what many might think."

"Not arguing your point," said Batman as he did not back down.

The girl in black continued to speak "His marriage brought me joy, given who he might have ended up with, of course, the self proclaimed princess was one of the lesser evils. Not that she was good. Bunch of greedy witches out there, and most of them would have his money and his dignity. Use him as a prize. It's all about money and power. And also hiding from the world. We can't use our powers over here even to help...I assume it's different in other places."

"Magic is just another super power in the States," said the Dark Knight. "There are more users over here I take it."

"Five percent of the country or something along those lines," said the girl but she shrugged and took a swig from a cup of coffee. "Then again, the numbers are always spun and up for debate. No one truly knows how many of us are truly here around here. The Ministry muddles with facts, depending on what their agenda is this week."

Another few seconds of silence, as the two parties stared each other down.

"America has little magical background. Salem Institute for Witches, the only school I could find. Headquarters for the Department of Meta-Human affairs is located in Nevada, right by Groom Lake. You've heard of the infamous lost colony of Roanoke?"

"Yes," confirmed Batman.

"Not merely lost, most were witches and wizards and memories were modified," explained the girl. "At least that's how the story goes."

There was a moment of silence.

"Caped Crusader, you do tend to know more than you really should. I'm not one to complain. I do as well. And if my guess is right, you can't get much deeper on your own. Tell me what you know."

Batman related some of the information and the girl dressed in black nodded as she sipped on the coffee.

"Good, a bit more than I might have thought, especially with the Riddle thing, but that was a mess to begin with. But...I have more information that should fill in the holes a little bit more. Obviously, I can't tell you anything, but I can give you a general enough idea. To know what you're up again."

A gloved hand reached out but she held back the information.

"But, I do something for you, and you have to do a favor for me," said the girl before she took another drink of coffee. "A couple of them actually, but I can assure you, it's nothing too dangerous. Well nothing that the great Batman can't handle"

"I'm listening," said Batman, as he awaited what needed to be said.

"First, I need this locket, and this man may have stole it. And secondly..."

Batman could hear the request and nodded.

"Only if he agrees and I'm sure she'll want in on it too," she cautioned.

"I'll find the locket," said Batman. "But how will you know..."

"I'll know," the girl interrupted before she took another drink and slid the package. "Here's more information. "

"Very well Miss..." prompted the Dark Knight but the girl laughed.

"Sorry, no dice there, nice try though, " said the girl. "I'm just an insufferable know it all with too much time on her hands. And a couple of near death experiences under my belt. More near than I think anyone knows.

She inclined her head, which gave Batman the chance to make his usual exit.

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Hermione waited until Batman was gone and just smirked.

Five years ago when she found Harry, she knew he had potential. She tried to protect him when she could as he grew into his potential but forces fought her efforts every step of the way.

The sad thing was Dumbledore was not doing it out of malice. He really thought he knew what was best. Yet, he lost the plot along the way.

She made too many mistakes in her attempt to protect her surrogate brother.

The dice was in motion.

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The Ministry of Magic was a perfectly normal and orderly place that had everything in control.

Several workers hustled around. Memos flew right in the air, as they were busy at work.

"Everyone look busy, it's her," hissed a worker.

Footsteps echoed, as everyone hurried back to their work.

Two words filled the air. "Hem, Hem. "

The woman resembled a toad with pink robes. On her robes was pinned a white and pink kitten pendent with wide eyes. "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning, Madam Umbridge!" chanted the assembled workers.

"Remember, a productive work environment is a happy one," sang Dolores Umbridge with a sweet smile on her face as she moved through the hallways. "May your blood be pure and your loyalty be unwavering and always with the Ministry."

"Yes, Madam Umbridge!" chanted the workers in unison.

Umbridge continued to walk through as she made her way up a set of stairs and quickly entered her office area. Her office was decorated with a mixture of pinks and whites, with lace and adorned with kittens. An orderly shelf with official Ministry pamphlets and neatly folded copies of various magical periodicals was in a neat corner in the back. A locked cabinet with classified documents set in the other corner.

She neatly pushed her chair back and sat down. A cup of tea already awaited her as she drank in, pinky finger stuck out.

"Enter," said Dolores in a sweet voice and man named Yaxley walked in. This wizard was a grey haired man, who wore black robes with three silver buttons in an upside down triangle pattern and white cuffs. "How's the Minister settling in, Yaxley?"

"Rufus has been kept busy," said Yaxley as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from Umbridge. "His inability to meet with Potter caused him agitation."

"The boy does do that," agreed Umbridge. "What of our subject down in the Department of Mysteries?"

"Still uncooperative," said Yaxley. "He is unwilling to share his secrets with us."

Dolores Umbridge just smiled. "He will obey just like anyone else."

Umbridge listened to Yaxley update her on various events but her mind was on Potter. The boy was a nuisance and a danger to the orderly world she wanted to have. She was shaken up for many months but no filthy centaurs would keep her down for long.

Her vengeance was strong and Potter and anyone else with him would be punished.

"More tea, Madam Umbridge," said Yaxley in monotone.

"Thank you, Yaxley," agreed Umbridge as she accepted the tea without hesitation.

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The dark and grimy streets of Gotham City, a tall figure walked forward. His face looked sunken like a skelton. A trenchcoat covered his body with a grey shirt and dark pants underneath. A black hat sat atop his head and a hangman's noose tied dangled loosely around his neck. A wooden staff gripped tightly in his hand as he was on the move.

Crisp and slow footsteps signaled his arrival, as a young guard looked up. His hand opened and a yellow gas sprayed right into the face of the guard.

Shrieks echoed as the man began to cover his face and scratched at it.

"The birds, get them off of me!" shrieked the guard. "Help me, they're pecking me...not my eyes!"

He threw himself on the ground and his body gave a spasm. His skin bled as he ripped at it and his eyes.

The guard gagged and choked, as fluid poured from his mouth.

"Desired effect achieved," noted the man unsympathetic as he saw his victim stiff on the ground. "Stronger test subject required for more study. Hypothesis is that strain is stronger than others and will cause victim a horrific end."

Jonathan Crane better known as the sadistic Scarecrow took notes as he walked forward.

"Professor Crane, pleased to meet your acquaintance," said a regal voice from the shadows. A golden robe was visible and the woman's face wore a mask. Beside her was a young boy who stood in the shadows.

The Master of Fear considered the woman. "You told me you had something that would allow me to conduct my experiments on a much grander stage."

"This artifact will allow you to hold the entire city in your midst."

Scarecrow took the photo. It depicted a statuette of a cloaked skeletal creature.

"Such creatures are feared and this statuette will allow you to channel their power," explained the woman. "We must move, I will be in contact. The statue is on display at the Gotham City Natural History Museum."

The Scarecrow plotted his next move. Soon all would succumb.

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On a bed laid a basket with a multitude of colored socks. Said socks inspired much amusement and mirth from the young couple.

"From that house elf you set free?" asked Kara as she looked at the nod.

The boy would have been mortified at such a thing a month ago. However, he appreciated the gesture. "Yeah, from Dobby, he can be a bit of an excitable fellow. When I first met him, he tried to save my life and almost killed me."

"Cute," said Kara with a genuine smile as the girl peered over some of the more colorful selections. "The socks, not the almost killing you part."

"I knew what you meant," said Harry, as they looked at the clothes.

Harry read the note and Dobby said that he was busy at Hogwarts but if Harry needed anything, to just call him.

"About ready to clear out of here, look at some of those places that we found," said Harry. "Sent my note to McGonagall, burned all of my school books and old clothes."

"I'm ready, let's just make sure we got...." started Kara but she looked up and saw a dark figure in the corner. She could have slapped herself "I thought we forgot a window."

The tension in the air cut be cut with a knife as they both turned to face the man who stepped forward. Harry held his wand firmly. They both stood and everyone stared.

"It is polite to call before you come for a visit," said Harry as he held his wand. "Didn't Superman tell you what happened to him when he tried something with me?"

"He did," confirmed Batman as he did not back down as the wand was pointed right at him. "That's why I'm taking a more subtle approach. We need to talk."

Harry and Kara looked at each other but turned and had their full attention on what he had to say.