Krypton’s Heir: The Unseen Magic (HP Crossover)

Pamela shook her head; it would have to be a shock to get in touch with family that he had not known for his entire life. She knew that if she had family members that came out of the blue, it would have thrown her for a loop but Harry was always the adaptable sort of person. That amazed her more than anything. The redhead watched one of her friends before she smiled.

"Well I think we got a lot of catching up to do," Pamela added in a crisp voice before she watched the Potters and decided to invite them inside. "I'll give you a grand tour of the house."

"Are your parent's home, Pam?" Harry asked but his friend shook her head.

"No, they're….they're gone on business, but I suspect that they'll be around, maybe," Pamela answered, although there was something that she was not telling Harry. Exactly what that was, the wizard could not completely determine but he would find out about it in due time. "I've gotten free run of the house and their number, in case something comes up, but nothing has."

"Well as long as they're in reach," Harry offered before she took his hand and opened up the door, a smile crossing her face, when she pulled him inside.

"Come on, I'll give you the guided tour," Pamela stated as she lead Harry inside, and the others followed her, with Snuffles tagging along on their heels. "Let's start with the star attraction of the house, the garden."

Somehow, despite everything, Harry knew that particular area was going to be first and foremost, with Amanda, Emily, and Rose following. Rose sticking close to the twins, until they were safely inside and away from any windows.

Pamela felt a bit apprehensive as she stood beside Harry, so it was best to spit out what she needed to say straight away. Her eyes widened before she took a deep breath and she turned towards him.

"So what do you think?"

There had never been a question of more than five words that was so much of a loaded statement. Yet Harry heard it before him and the wizard's eyebrow raised before he offered an extremely honest assessment of the question.

"I don't think there's a problem with anything per say."

Pamela turned towards Harry with a skeptical expression in her eye but he decided to elaborate on his statement.

"Everything is fine, you have a nice place, the garden is also really nice, a real credit to yourself," Harry told her and it was hard to keep the triumphant smile off of her face as he said this. "I know it's something that you're proud of and it's something that you have a natural talent for."

Pamela nodded although she was a bit nervous about this visit. Especially given the direction that it could go, but she decided to ask a question that was light, yet loaded at the same time.

"So….your school year….I don't think you really scrapped the surface in your letter," Pamela offered him and Harry nodded with a smile.

"Well really I fought a giant snake, saved a girl from an evil spirit, took out a douchebag teacher, passed everything blindfolded, that really sums up second year in a nutshell," Harry stated as he watched her and Pamela's expression flickered to that of amusement. "Do I need to say anything more?"

"No, there is no need for anything more," Pamela added, barely keeping the thinly veiled amusement out of her eyes before she turned around. "I don't think that I have had any less of an eventful school year…surely it is devoid of giant snakes, evil spirits, and magic in general but Gotham City isn't exactly boredom central."

Harry laughed before he looked at her, as serious as he ever got.

"Judging by your letters, no that isn't the case," Harry remarked as he turned around and saw everything. "Seriously, a stabbing over not getting the best grade."

"I know, I know, I know," Pamela remarked as she waved off his concerns, she thought it was as messed up as the next person. She paused before she said something. "You know, those sisters of yours have been oddly quiet since they got here."

"Yes, they have, which is either a good thing or a bad thing," Harry told her before she raised an eyebrow. "They're fun but they can be a handful sometimes."

"When I'm sure you can be a handful sometimes," Pamela retorted with a smile.

Harry turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to find out, Ms. Isley?"

Pamela didn't say anything although her facial expression said everything.

"Well….I think that I have a pretty good imagination," Pamela told him but Harry corked an eyebrow.

'You are digging yourself deeper, Pam,' Harry thought in amusement.

Although that was a pretty fair question, what were his sisters up to. He would like to think that Rose had a pretty good handle on them, however.

"So, what's good in this city?" Harry asked Pamela.

Pamela was prompt to answer. "Well they shut down the botanical gardens last year for lack of funding."

Pamela looked as if she thought this was the gravest crime to end all grave crimes in the world.

"That's not good," Harry offered, as he knew how much a place like that would mean to Pamela.

"The mall is okay, I guess, the good mall," Pamela added before she amended. "And by the good mall, I mean the halfway decent one that's not tagged with graffiti."

The mall sounded good to Harry. What could potentially go wrong there?

Pamela, Harry, Amanda, and Emily were all standing outside of the Gotham City shopping mall.

"You better be ready to duck and run if Amanda gets anywhere near the shoes," Emily advised Harry and Harry corked an eyebrow, raising it before she explained to him. "She has more pairs of shoes than most people do. Sane or otherwise, but seriously it's a lot."

"No it isn't," Amanda stated in a half huffy voice, unable to believe that her own sister would turn on her in such a way but Emily's face crossed into a smile.

"It kind of is Mandy, when they start spilling into my half of the closet," Emily responded but Harry looked at both of the girls and exchanged an exasperated look with Pamela, who looked rather amused all things considered. Rose talked Harry into tagging along with the girls at the mall while she took care of a couple of things. Although Harry enjoyed spending time with his sisters, it was a situation that he kind regretted being dragged along to the mall.

"Well, at least she's got a passion," Pamela responded as she walked next to Harry but she saw a familiar face standing at the end of the food court, her hair tied back in a ponytail, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. "Babs, fancy running into you here."

The redhaired girl turned around and smiled as she saw her friend. Twelve years old, Barbara Gordon was the daughter of one of the only honest cops in Gotham City, James Gordon. He worked his way up to the ranks to Sergeant, even though he had very few allies. Despite, that he worked within the system and managed to somehow not get murdered within it.

"Pam, it's great to see you," Barbara stated with an excited expression as she hugged the older girl. Pamela tutored her on a few subjects that she was struggling on. Despite being very smart, there were certain parts of biology that did not click with her. Her eyes spun around, focusing on the three standing next to her. "Aren't you going to…"

"This is Harry Potter, I believe I've mentioned him to you," Pamela stated but regretted framing her response in such a way, when the ear to ear grin spread across Barbara's face.

"Numerous times," Barbara retorted before a smirk slowly spread over her face but she extended her hand out to grab Harry's and shake it. "Pam's told me so many great things about you."

"I'm sure she has," Harry responded with a knowing wink that caused Pam to flush and the twins to snicker behind their hands. "And you must be Barbara."

"I see she's mentioned me as well," Barbara answered as she took a good look at Harry, she would not have guessed that he was only a year older than she was. "Well I hope it was a ringing endorsement."

"Oh believe me, it was," Harry responded, keeping the air of mystery and she winked at him, with a smile.

"Parental unit at twelve o'clock," Pamela whispered as she spotted a man with dark hair, with a few subtle hints of grey slide into view. "Hey, Mister Gordon, how are you doing?"

"Pamela," James Gordon stated with a stiff nod, eying the girl. Then again, being a father first and a police officer second, he did tend to look at anyone his daughter hung around with underneath a microscope. It was nothing personal against Pamela. "I'm doing as well as can be expected."

"Dad, this is Harry Potter and…." Barbara started but she realized that the two twins were not formally introduced to her before her father showed up.

"I'm Amanda, this is Emily," Amanda responded helpfully as she looked at the police Commissioner. "Did anyone ever tell you that you resemble an older Sirius Black?"

Emily paused before she could have done a face palm. Her sister engaged her mouth fairly often, before she engaged her brain. That was one of the more frustrating quirks that Amanda had, one that she hoped to break her of. "Sorry my sister…."

"I have been told that quite often," Gordon stated, with a half chuckle, the case of the notorious Sirius Black reached him, although most frustratingly he had never been able to find out what Black did to gain him such notoriety. "And I finally meet Pamela's mysterious pen pal."

Gordon offered a handshake to Harry, which Harry took in a cordial manner. He did seem to be an honest sort, although he did want what was best for his daughter.

"So how are you doing in school, Harry, doing well?" Gordon asked and Barbara looked mortified that her father asked such a personal question to a complete stranger.

"I'm doing fairly well," Harry responded, acting like this question was no big deal and quite frankly, why would it be? Harry was fairly proud of his grades and what he accomplished in school. "Top of my class, but there are a couple nipping at my heels. Of course the competition keeps me working hard."

"Good, glad to hear someone's taking their academic's seriously," Gordon stated, although that was not a slight at anyone. He ran into all of these troubled children that slacked off in their studies and for many of them, it lead to nothing but trouble. Gordon really wished that he could help them but they did not want to help themselves.

Nine times out of ten, these troubled children ended up quite tragically. Not that he thought that this Harry was anything like this but still anything that gave him hope, even in a dismal place like Gotham City, that brought a smile to his face.

"May I go hang out with Harry, Pamela, and the twins?" Barbara asked, biting down on her lip, nearly pleading with her father. "I swear, I'll be home before the sun comes down."

"Don't make me regret it Barbara," Gordon stated in a firm but fair voice.

Barbara turned around, the way her father was going on about this; one would think that she spent half of her time running into walls. She kept her stance tall and proud when she turned to face them all. She gave him a nod and a smile.

"Thanks," Barbara stated, not wanting to seem ungrateful because that was not her intention.

When her father was out of earshot, she added in a whisper. "You think I was throwing myself in the middle of a gang war the way he goes on with what I do."

"Well he's just concerned," Pamela answered as she watched Gordon leave. "Although he always does give me the third degree."

"No offense, Pam, but he does that with anyone, he ran off a few friends before," Barbara answered but then again, after what happened with his son, James Gordon's overprotectiveness was to be expected.

"Well that's the perils of having your dad be a cop, I guess," Amanda answered with a shrug, but at this point, Rose rejoined them. Gordon was a bit more at ease with his daughter running around with this group when there was a responsible adult tagging along with them.

"Well, he looks out for me, so there's that, but I'd like a little bit of space every now and then," Barbara responded as she walked by the two girls, with Harry and Pamela in the back of them and Rose walking in the front of them.

"I know what you mean," Amanda answered in a sympathetic tone.

"Amanda, I give you girls more than enough space, the problem is sometimes you don't use that space properly," Rose stated with a raised eyebrow towards Amanda.

Amanda offered a pouting expression which caused Emily and Harry to be completely amused.

"My two siblings are double teaming me and not in the good way either," Amanda stated before she put her hands on the side of her head and Emily mockingly patted her on the elbow, a reassuring smile crossing her face. There was a moment where the group continued to walk forward, but Amanda turned her head around. "So what's nice in this city?"

"Besides, the "you're now leaving Gotham" sign?" Barbara asked with a shrug and Amanda looked at her, half amused and half agitated for not getting a straight answer. "Well, the food's halfway decent and there are a couple of good malls but we've been there."

"And there's no way you should be going back any time soon," Harry added and Amanda gave him a dirty look but Harry smiled. "You know if your face freezes that way, it'd be hilarious."

Amanda turned around, secretly she enjoyed the banter she shared with her brother and the fact that he had dazzling green eyes much like her own was something that was quite alluring to say the very least. She kept walking next to Barbara and Emily, when they kept going to Gotham City.

"So what's this boarding school that you're going to all about?" Barbara asked, it seemed so strange and mysterious, that she could not help but be interested by it. More interesting than Harry seemed to be in itbut she supposed that when you actually been to a place it did lose a certain amount of charm.

"Well, I can't really say anything about it," Harry whispered in a cryptic voice, although secretly, he did enjoy building up a certain about of suspense in the mind of Barbara. Judging by the look on the girl's face, she enjoyed the suspense being built up as much as he enjoyed building it up. The two locked eyes for a moment. "But I do know that….it's a school that's considered prestigious."

Barbara's interest was piqued a slight bit more and Pamela smiled, but Amanda rolled her eyes. Her brother did have a flair for the dramatics but she did think this with a smile.

"I'll be a teacher there this term, although the subject I'm going into, the lesson plans are a mess," Rose commented; the truth was, trying to salvage a subject that had been taught wrong for years, that was going to be a challenge that she did not look forward to. However, it was going to be a challenge that she was going to stubbornly go for with all guns a blazing.

Harry spun around, facing his aunt completely, a smile crossing his face when he talked to her and he decided to give her a few words of reassurance. "From what Hermione and I hear with the last teacher taking the class actually puts you in a worse position with taking the exam."

"Unqualified teachers are present here all of the time, Pam will tell you the stories," Barbara offered wisely. "You wonder about some of these teachers, bunch of idiots that got their diploma's out of a Crackerjack box or something."

"Well I hope to be good enough where I actually make them learn something," Rose responded, the truth was being a Muggle teacher of small children was something that was far different than teaching at Hogwarts. Especially with the muddled education Muggle studies went through.

Harry stepped by, he wished his aunt the best of luck with that subject and Barbara stepped beside him. She decided that she would not back down with asking him about this subject without a fight. So the redhead preteen pressed on, with spirited force, as she stared down Harry. Taking no for an answer was not in the vocabulary of Barbara Gordon. She had this spirited desire for information.

"So does this school teach anything useful?" Barbara asked Harry.

Harry thought that was a loaded question, given that ninety percent of the lessons he learned at Hogwarts, he struggled to think that any of it would be of real value. Hermione grudgingly agreed with him and their best lessons came from the hours they spent pursuing more independent forms of study.

"Well there is some stuff of use but a lot of it is fluff and a waste of time," Harry admitted.

"Take too much time getting to the freaking point?" Barbara asked and Harry nodded. She whistled. "Seems like schools vary little the world over."

"That's for sure," Amanda agreed, thinking about how much of a waste of time she thought her primary school was, even though her aunt was rather competent. Emily shook her head at her sister.

"You just think any day you have to get up before noon to be a waste," Emily answered with a cheeky grin and Amanda mockingly swatted at her.

"So they're pretty much always like this, right?" Barbara asked Rose and Rose responded with a brief nod, a smile crossing her face.

"All of the time, but I get used to it," Rose said in a tense voice as her life would be boring without this sibling rivalry.

"Well you know…we try," Amanda answered, a shifty grin crossing her face, as she edged forward but Harry kept her in view.

"Sometimes too hard," Harry responded and she stared him down, which was amazing given that Harry was almost twice her size. "Aren't we being bold?"

"You'll get used to it, Harry," Amanda responded as she stared him down. "I'm sure the famous Boy-Who-Lived has a few tricks up his sleeve. Emily and I learned a little bit about dueling, well mostly me, Emily doesn't have quite the…nerve for it."

"Well you are better at it, and you tend to have a temper," Emily offered defensively, as they made their way to the subway. Despite the fact that there would be a couple hours of sun left, they did not want to linger outdoors.

"So what do you think of Gotham City?" Barbara asked Harry, craning her neck and watching him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction.

Harry paused for a moment, thinking about what she asked before he responded in an honest and crisp voice. "It isn't too bad of a place to visit….I mean it isn't the shining example of a beautiful city, but I thought that there would be riots going in the street, guns going off, people running down the street in the nude….people you didn't want to be running down the street nude."

Amanda shuddered, and Rose grimaced.

"Thanks for the mental image, Harry," Emily stated as she looked a slight bit ill but she was kind of amused by her sister's level of discomfort and Amanda responded by sticking her tongue out.

"Children, please," Harry said sternly and his two sisters gave him a mocking glare which Harry returned and they took a step back, impressed by how intimidating that he could be.

Pamela remained quiet as she walked with Harry. She drew in a breath before she turned to face him.

"The truth is, I think you really caught Gotham City on a pretty good day," Pamela admitted honestly, her eyes narrowed, considering what happened but there was a sense of uneasiness in the air.

Barbara caught the sense of uneasiness before she spun around to face her friend, with a wide grin on her face. "So, let's not press our luck that much?"

Pamela nodded in agreement, after all that happened; it would be unwise to press their luck. They headed on the subway and were on their way home without any incident.

Pamela sat at the edge of her bed in her house, looking out into the garden below the balcony. It was one of the most peaceful, most tranquil parts of her world, and she found herself rather interested by it. She was lost in her world, a world of wonder in many ways, so much so that she only barely saw Harry walking up next to her. His footsteps were swift and she spun around, peering over her shoulder at him at the last minute.

He was rather mature when she saw him those years ago during their first meeting and he filled out even more. She supposed that had to do with that Quidditch that he did, among other things. She kept her eyes on him before she spoke.

"So it's a nice evening," Pamela remarked in a conversational voice when she watched Harry, before closing her eyes. "For Gotham at least."

"Yes, for Gotham," Harry added after he placed a hand on hers and that caused her to shiver a slight amount, but Harry held onto her hand tightly. He never budged from the position that he was in with her. "It's more like the company that we're keeping than the actual place we're in."

Pamela responded with a brisk nod, she would have to agree. The truth was the last couple of weeks, she spent with Harry, he spent most of his time with her.

"So we're pretty much alone right now," Pamela continued as she turned around, choosing her next words rather carefully. She was dancing dangerously into new territory, of course with someone who had been with many girls far older and in many cases far more experienced. Yet, that was something about that fact that she did not mind, although it was kind of hard to put her finger on that now. She shifted a little bit. "So I was thinking about your offer."

"I'm sure you were," Harry responded with a grin that was somehow equal parts frustrating and charming but it had to make her smile a little bit.

"Quite," Pamela responded as she continued to watch Harry before she continued to speak. "I'm not going to lie, I went back and forth with it in my mind a few times."

"That proves that you're being smart about making a situation that's best for you," Harry responded, placing his arms around her waist.

"Yeah, that would be," Pamela answered before she looked deep into his green eyes. "So…."

"So what?" Harry asked as he looked at the girl before him.

She flushed a little bit but recovered enough to continue what she was saying. "So I guess that actions speak a fair bit louder than words."

Pamela leaned forward, before she lost her nerve and kissed him on the lips. Harry pulled her into the embrace and her mind shut down as Harry kissed her. The two of them dropped down onto the bed, with Harry wrapping his arms around her. The red head was pushed down onto the bed, with Harry continuing the kisses, working on the side of her neck and her face, which caused her to grow more and more flushed with each movement.

His hands roamed over her body, and her shirt was over her head quickly, so she wore nothing but a lacy green bra from the waist up. His shirt was lost rather quickly as well, hands continued to roam over each other's bodies. There was a point in time where the two of them paused before Pamela stated to Harry in a flushed voice, while gingerly working her hand down the waistband of his pants, "Harry, I….I'm ready, to accept that offer. Make love to me."

Smut/Lemon Begins.

Harry responded by deepening the kiss and he ran his hands down her legs, before unclasping the skirt, to reveal nothing but a pair of silky green panties. Said panties were wet with arousal and Harry pressed a thumb to them, rubbing circles around her center. Pamela breathed as she was underneath the pull of Harry's talented thumbs.

"Is this everything you contemplated?" Harry asked her, a grin spreading over his face, when he ran his hands down her and unclipped her bra to allow her breasts to be free. Harry placed a mouth to one of her sensitive buds and slowly sucked upon it.

"Yes," Pamela panted as Harry rolled his tongue around slowly, building up the passion and the arousal within her. Each and every single motion became rather prominent within her and the red head tended to lose her mind more and more to the ministrations of his tongue. Her nipple poked up, erect and he sucked on it. First the left nipple, then the right nipple, switching back and forth and gave both of them the equal amount of love.

Pam, shyly, grabbed onto his pants and removed his belt, pulling him off. His pants dropped down and then she slowly edged his boxers off. She pulled them down to reveal the monster of a cock that was in his pants. Given the nature of the situation, the red head was half aroused, and half scared to say the very least. Well scared was not the right word, intimidated would be a better description for what she felt when she saw this member dangle before her.

"Are you wet?" Harry asked her, a grin crossing his face.

She looked up with a bit of trepidation in her green eyes but also a great deal of excitement when she breathed in and out. "Very."

"Well don't wait then," Harry answered as he grabbed her hips and slightly brushed the head of his cock against the dripping wet slit that was her opening. Pamela closed her eyes, biting down on her lips when she felt the pleasure stroke the inside of her. She could feel it for a few seconds, before Harry shifted his weight, before turning himself around. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Pamela answered as Harry pushed into her. She felt the pain and the resistance that came with such a massive member of meat plowing through her barrier. Grabbing her hips, he pushed into her, thrusting into her, each stroke at a time. The wizard aimed himself into her and kept pushing down onto her, working his cock into her center.

Harry looked down at her and she closed her eyes, biting down on her lips before she gave him a very passionate. "More, please."

Harry gave her more alright, he continued his thrusts into her, causing her to whimper and her legs to lock around him. Her hips lifted up to meet his incoming thrusts; she got more into the actions than she thought she might previously. His strong hands gripped her hips and pushed down onto her, using leverage to make his thrusts bury themselves deeper into her tight crevice. There was a moment in time where Pamela nearly dug her nails into the back of Harry but she stopped and paused.

"I can take anything that you can dish out," Harry told her and Pamela, without any inhibitions, sank her nails into the back of Harry, working into his neck when her hips worked up. His thick tool worked its way into her, hitting her deeper.

Pamela moaned, feeling her muscles tighten with the orgasm, it felt so good to have him enter her in such a way. Pumping in and out of her, Harry arched himself up before plunging down into her center. The wizard kept up the pace and his balls slapped against her thighs, running hands down her mounds, before placing a mouth onto them and sucking them, licking his tongue around them. This action drove her even more wild than before.

"Mmm, oh, yeah," she managed, eyes flickering back in pleasure. Harry plunged his member into her center, causing her pleasure centers to be driven into overdrive. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, Pamela nibbled on his shoulder. His strokes drove themselves deeper and deeper into her, the tingles flowing her body, when he made her feel good. Her walls contracted around his member as she felt an orgasm come around her.

Harry experienced the warm heat tightened around his thick tool; it did feel rather good to have this sheath wrapped around him. He slid in and out of her pussy, the juices dripping from it when he picked up the pace. The two of them continued their activities, being pushed into her deeply. The dark haired mage slammed himself into her, feeling the motions into her. She wrapped around him, caressing his cock with her walls and he continued to thrust into her, deeply working into her center.

The heated mound caused the right friction and Pamela felt his lips on hers. Their hungry sensations met against each other, with Pamela's legs tightening around his waist. The red haired woman brought his cock down between her moist treasures, with the two of them increasing their intense motions. Their hips rocked together.

"Never stop," Pamela panted heavily, wrapping her arms around him and breathing into his shoulder, her breath hitting his neck. "Please, never stop, keep going."

"Don't worry…I won't."

She tightened around Harry when they continued their motions, wrapped around him tightly. Returning to the kiss, she sucked on his lips and he returned the favor, the two of them continuing their motions. Being a normal human, she breathed heavily but she closed her eyes. Her first time was the best and it was going to even get better.

He threw her legs up and pushed into her, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs with lust and desire.

"Damn it, that's so good!" Pamela yelled, blushing at her own bad language and Harry placed his fingers in her mouth; an action that prompted her to slowly suck on them, bringing her tongue over them, time and time again.

His thrusts impacted her center, burying deeper and deeper into her snatch. He pushed himself up and brought himself down into her. Her walls tightened against him and Harry felt her nubile thighs wrapped around him, squeezing his waist. Not that he could feel any pain but the thought was there.

The two continued their activities for a little bit of time, with Pamela rotating her hips, working them around his thick tool. She rocked herself up and plunged herself down, her box being skillfully stretched when he filled her up. This was everything she ever wanted and more when she envisioned this in the back of her head. His thrusts buried deeper into her, with each passing thrust, entering her center.

"Fuck me, that's it, fuck me!" Pamela yelled, forgetting herself.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, but his cock throbbed and looked forward to breaking in this pussy with a nice good drilling.

"Yes, please, now!"

Harry decided that listening to the lady was something that was in his best interests, so he continued to push himself into her, deepening his thrusts when he maneuvered into her, one push at a time. He sped up with rapid fire thrusts, the woman beneath him breathing heavily, pushing her fingers into the back of his neck when he continued to pump into her.

His climax was reaching near after about an hour of intense love making and despite the fact that she insisted that she could go on; Harry figured he would wrap this up right now. He thrust into her a few more times, building up the anticipation in her, before spearing into her deeply and unleashed his seed into her.

Smut/Lemon Ends.

Pamela was dazed, and a bit sore, but still it was worth every single moment. She would have to lean on Harry for support for the next day or so but it was the weekend, so she was able to adjust herself mentally.

Barbara stood on the day of August 30th, they had been there for almost a month but it was time to say goodbye. She knew Harry and the twins had to return to that mysterious boarding school of theirs.

"Well, keep in touch," Barbara answered as she reached forward and threw her arms around Harry, pulling him into a tight hug. A dazed smile crossed her face, she could barely help herself.

Harry offered the younger redhead a bit of a smile as she was dazed for a second. Barbara spent a bit of a moment in la-la land after Harry hugged her before Pamela cleared her throat.

"It seems my father actually didn't run you off either, well done," Barbara responded but James Gordon was in an ear shot.

"Barbara, Harry understands that I was just being careful," Gordon responded as he eyed his daughter; with the expression she acquired on her face. "Don't you Harry?"

"Yes, sir, you do what you have to do," Harry stated, offering his hand and Gordon shook it firmly. He reached down and scratched Snuffles behind the ears. It was a moment before Harry appreciated the irony of one of the few honest cops in a city of corruption, petting the dog form of a notorious mass murderer. The twins said nothing, although their expressions said mostly everything.

Gordon stepped inside, leaving his daughter to say goodbye privately to her friends. It was light outside and he had a long day at the station. Then again, all of the days in Gotham City ended up being a rather long day.

"Oh and don't be surprised of an owl comes by to deliver your letters," Harry added, mostly more as an afterthought than anything else and Barbara corked an eyebrow.

"An owl?"

"You'll see," Pamela responded with a smile, knowing that her friend likely was not believing it at face value, although if she was in Barbara's position, she would not have believed it. "It was a shock for her as well."

"It's as normal for us as…."

Rose shook her head and Amanda stopped talking immediately at that cue but Barbara's curiosity was already grabbed.

"Are you in some kind of cult?" Barbara asked before she could stop herself. "I mean, it's in your business if you are…."

"Well some might call in a cult and there are people in this hidden world that are enough of sheep to be in one," Harry answered as he raised a slight eyebrow towards her and Barbara offered a smile when she stepped back a little bit. "Still it's a hidden world of people with extraordinary abilities beyond those of mortal people."

"Ooh vague and mysterious then," Barbara answered with a smile.

"Quite right," Rose responded with a sigh. The cat was dangerously being closed to released from the bag, although to be fair, the Statute of Secrecy was more lax in America than it was in Great Britain.

One could argue all day long whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, but never the less, it was there. And the fact of the matter is, one could come at the situation from the point of view that the Statute of Secrecy actually put them more at a risk of being exposed. Some paranoid wizard, trying to hide their world, for instance, would expose them all one of these days. All it took was one memory charm that did not work properly..

"Well our ticket out of here leaves at any moment," Rose answered, before Harry said goodbye with the girls with hugs and a kiss. Amanda watched Harry with a longing expression in her eyes but said nothing. "It was nice meeting you."

"You two as well, write often, all of you," Barbara responded as she watched Harry. The next thing she knew they were gone. She raised an eyebrow. "Weird."

Barbara turned to Pamela, who bit down her lip.

"What happened anyway?"

Pamela could not resist saying a few words at her expense.

"It's magic, Babs."

"Very funny, Pam."

"I was being serious."

"So was I."

Barbara knew that there was something that was a amiss with Harry Potter, although what that might be, she had no idea. She would find out all too soon, the red head blowing back her hair until it was out of her face and she took a couple of moments to ponder the predicament that she was in. She would get to the mystery of it.

Well at the very least, she had a new pen pal to write to, that was something, wasn't it?

"The rest of the goblins are a tizzy, aren't they?" Harry asked Sersi as the goblin princess led him down the hallways. The girl goblin shrugged, as she cleared her throat.

"It's nothing you did, it's just that Fudge has been down here and I swear his arrogance is going to start another rebellion one of these days," the goblin princess responded with a brief roll of her eyes. She shook her head and Harry smiled.

"Heaven forbid that happens, that will give Binns something to drone on about for another hundred thousand years."

"Quite," Sersi added with a smile but she focused her mind on the task at hand, walking next to him. The dark haired goblin princess was dressed in elegant armor, stylish, yet at the same time functional. That was the good thing about goblin made armor, they knew how to make work to the best of its abilities. "So shall we…."

"You wanted to show me this surprise, be my guest," Harry responded as he waited for the goblin princess to lead the way, with whatever she wished to show him. She did so, walking down a long hallway.

"Most of the Basilisk skin has been sold on the open market," Sersi explained to him, waiting for him to catch the hint that she dropped. "But at the same time the immense girth of the Basilisk and the size, it allowed us to make several sets of armor that we were able to sell."

Sersi felt interested in this topic so she prepared to impart even more knowledge on Harry. The truth was that magical armor was a particular passion of hers and she could talk about it for hours and hours. And often in the past she had.

"Wizards don't make armor correctly, there are two fundamental flaws that are common in them," Sersi stated, making sure she had the wizard's full attention before she continued. "The first flaw is that they make the armor too bulky. On the bright side, it reflects most spells but what's the point in that armor if it suffocates you?"

"No point," Harry responded and she nodded, a smile on her face.

Precisely," Sersi stated as she filed some papers, before edging towards the closet. "Then there is the armor that you can move in, but there are more holes in them than you could imagine. It's pretty much useless because a skilled wizard or witch, they can pinpoint the holes. A goblin can also pinpoint the holes to picture perfect accuracy. In fact, they can stab through the armor just like that."

The goblin princess took a moment to shake her head and smile before she continued.

"There needs to be a combination of effectiveness and also movement, it is a many month process to create the armor," Sersi explained to Harry. "Humans short change themselves on the process, taking all kinds of short cuts. Actual goblin made armor is rather rare, but when it is, you better believe that it will work. And don't get me started on the vast amounts of counterfeit armor that is out on the black market."

Sersi thought about that for a moment, there was a problem, and one that the goblins tried to curb. They made it clear that humans did not sell goblin made armor directly, although that did not stop the scam artists in Knockturn Alley from selling the forged armor. They were cracking down but it was a long process. It was one step forward and two steps back the entire way.

"But never mind that," Sersi stated, trying to remain professional despite her own frustration that greedy purebloods were selling bastardized goblin armor on the black market and thus making the goblins look bad by comparison. That was part of the reason why she gave Harry the information that Gringotts uncovered, figuring that he could make their lives a little bit inconvenient. "I've got something for you."

Harry saw the closet open and the goblin armor. It wasn't anything too fancy, although there was a black top, with a plate on the front, and black leather pants ,with boots, along with an overcoat. It was not going to be the most stylish piece of armor in the world but being stylish was not the point.

"You mentioned to me about that weird symbol, a while back," Sersi stated as she looked at the crooked "U" on it. "I do admit, it's weird but in many ways it suits you. Much more than that, in many ways."

To emphasize her point, Sersi placed a finger on the lightning scar on Harry's forehead and traced it carefully. The wizard did not back down for a second and she smiled.

"There you have it, your new armor, consider it a gift," Sersi stated before she amended, a bit of a blush appearing on her cheeks. Harry did not know goblins were capable of such an act. "You know …from the goblin nation."

Sersi, daring but not enough to do this when there were other goblins around, stood on her tip toes and gave Harry a light kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I think that I'm the only human in memory who has ever been kissed by a goblin, even if it is a gorgeous goblin princess like yourself," Harry responded and Sersi looked both pleased and embarrassed. "I should feel honored."

She stammered a little bit but managed to hold her nerves together, snapping her eyes towards him with a more confident stride. "You better feel honored, nothing like that ever happened to anyone before."

"And thanks for the armor, I'm sure I'll put it to good use," Harry responded, thinking about the possibilities. If he was going into a situation where he knew he could be taking some direct hits, it would be useful.

"I know you will and it wasn't a problem," Sersi remarked to him before she handed Harry a stack of documents. "Your quarterly statements, as always. If you have any questions, you know where to get in contact with me. Have a nice day."

Harry knew that he would.

The summer went by rather quickly, and Harry was back on the platform, about ready to go to the Hogwarts Express.

"Harry!"

Hermione rushed Harry and hugged him rather tightly. Charlotte stood there with a smile on her face.

"Good summer, Harry?" Charlotte asked as the woman eyed him and Harry smiled.

"It was pretty interesting," Harry told her as he watched the other woman before him, shaking his head. "But the real question is that Hermione actually enjoy her holiday or was she studying her brains out?"

Hermione folded her arms and gave Harry a mock scowl but a smile crossed her face through it. Charlotte got some amusement from her daughter's antics. "I think that Hermione is sufficiently prepared for her OWL examinations, without overdoing it. I believe the monitoring of her further preparation in her capable hands."

"So this is Hermione?"

Amanda and Emily popped up at this point and Hermione looked perplexed, before she spun around, turning to Harry, a questioning expression in her eyes. "Harry who are…."

"This is Amanda, this is Emily, they are my twin sisters," Harry responded in the most nonchalant voice ever. The young wizard turned to the two twins, with one of them giving a mocking bow, with the other looking a bit more restrained.

Hermione watched Harry, mouth wide a little bit but she shook her head. "When did this happen?"

"Over the summer, I've got a lot to tell you but it will be later," Harry answered as he turned with Hermione but he spotted Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria on the platform.

Daphne moved over, wrapping her arms around Harry, and giving him a rather passionate greeting. She kissed him hard on the mouth, before running her hands through his hair. The blonde backed off, when a woman who looked like she was in her twenties, even though she was slightly older stepped forward. She was rather tall with short blonde hair and she was dressed in black robes with the hints of stockings and high heels underneath.

"Harry Potter, it's an honor to meet you, my daughter has told me so much about you," the woman remarked as she looked him up and down, liking what she saw. "My name is Anastasia Greengrass."

"Daphne and Astoria's mother, then," Harry answered, remembering that Andromeda mentioned her in passing. She was rather high up in the Ministry and likely knew where a lot of the skeletons were buried, so she would be a useful associate to have. "How do you do?"

Harry reached forward and kissed her hand, which caused Anastasia to look rather flushed and pleased.

"I am quite well, Mr. Potter," Anastasia responded as she kept watching Harry with interest. Yes, she could most certainly see what her daughters saw in this wizard. "I wish to thank you for assisting my daughter last year against Lockhart."

Anastasia was not too broken up about the man's death, especially when he found out what they did. It gave certain people necessary fire about the tighter regulation of memory charms and the teaching of them. Of course, they were no sooner to tracking when memory charms were done then tracing when Unforgiveable Curses were done. It was a challenge and a half to say the very least and that raised some ugly questions about the memory charms as they were done to Muggle women or even men, what was really being covered up?

"I was passing by," Harry stated swiftly but he thought that his actions served well.

"And it was fortunate that you were," Anastasia responded before she checked the time. "The train leaves in ten minutes, so it would be prudent for you to leave. I suspect that we will run into each other sooner rather than later, Mr. Potter."

"We might," Harry responded in a swift voice, a smile crossing his face, before he gave her a bow and offered her a goodbye.

Harry walked by, getting Hermione, Daphne, Astoria, and Tracey up to speed about the events of his summer. He kept the fact that a notorious mass murderer was posing as the pet dog of the twins, that was an element that he would be telling them in the future but now was not the time for telling them that. The wizard edged with them, they followed him.

"I must say, I'm looking forward to Hogwarts," Emily stated in a calm voice.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "It's like Harry said, the novelty will wear off in about two weeks."

"But….we can take the fast track out of there," Emily answered but it was Hermione who looked at them.

"Yes, but it is a lot of hard work," Hermione warned them but the twins responded with shrugs.

"We enjoy a challenge."

They said this next statement in unison, so Hermione shrugged. Who was she to argue, if they were anything like Harry, they would be frustrated by Hogwarts. Actually, Hermione could not believe that during the Christmas holidays, she and Harry would be sitting their OWLs. Should they not break down and post pone them into the next year, they were going to make Hogwarts history.

"Did you hear about Sirius Black?" Astoria asked in a hushed voice. "Thirteen people, with one curse, and all of that."

"Well kind of hard not to hear about him, the only person to ever break out of Azkaban," Harry commented as he kept his eye out for them.

"But what if he wasn't convicted?" Daphne asked, deciding to throw this hypothetical situation out there. "You know, my mother is trying to find any record of a trial but she hasn't been able to find one."

"Andromeda hasn't been able to find one either," Harry added to them and Hermione bit her lip.

"They would have given him a trial, even with what he did. Wouldn't they want to eliminate any doubt that he might be innocent?"

A thoughtful expression washed over Astoria's face. "Maybe he was innocent?"

"A trial would have hammered that sort of thing out," Hermione offered, but Harry grabbed her hand.

"Hermione, the legal system in this world….well it's kind of skewed, the Ministry wants to look like they're doing something, without actually doing something," Harry told her, and this was not his statement, actually something that Andromeda said to him. She was still untangling a good portion of the red tape involving his custody and he would be free of the Dursleys by next summer, fingers crossed.

Daphne chimed in with an answer. "A lot of people during that time, they were getting throw into Azkaban without a trial, it depended on how much they were willing to play ball. And if someone at the higher levels had it out for you, well that was the end of you."

"It isn't right," Harry chimed in and Snuffles barked in agreement, but Harry gave him a look and he put his head in his paws. "But that's what it is."

"Messed up is what it is," Amanda chimed him, never one not to give her opinion.

"It's pretty bad," Emily added with a shrug of her shoulders. She wanted to think the best of people but it is was pretty bad with how this world was, she was not feeling too much promise with entering this world.

"Well it is, with people who should be in Azkaban walking the streets, while others are thrown in," Astoria remarked as she clutched her hands.

Daphne held her hand and gave a little cough that sounded "Malfoy."

"So, Astoria, I heard that you got top marks on your exams for first year," Harry stated to the blonde and she offered a smile towards him.

"Thanks to you, I might have to give you a reward later," Astoria answered with a knowing glint in her eye.

The nature of this reward was interrupted by Resident Hogwarts Idiot Number 2, better known as Draco Malfoy, who was flanked by his minions.

"Why it's….argh…"

Draco felt his toes sting like they had been set on fire. Astoria put her wand up her sleeve, whistling nonchalantly.

"You stupid blood traitor bit…."

Daphne blasted him into the doors.

"Mind your tongue around my sister, Malfoy," Daphne warned him crisply but Astoria folded her arms, offering an innocent look. The older Greengrass sister spun around, to focus on Crabbe and Goyle. "You better pick up Malfoy."

Crabbe and Goyle, nodded, their expressions stiffened.

"You think Malfoy would learn by now,' Hermione responded, shaking her head.

"Trust me, he gets worse every year but given what his father is like, somehow I'm not surprised," Tracey piped in, speaking for the first time and Daphne smiled at her.

"Trace, he's a Malfoy, they think that they're more important than they really are," Daphne told her in a swift voice, and the dark haired girl offered a grin.

"That was a good shot," Amanda responded to Astoria.

Astoria smiled, pleased at the compliment from Harry's sister. Twins even, that might be fun. No scratch that, that would be fun. The blonde Slytherin thought about it, in truth she was aiming for Malfoy's crotch but given that he was a dickless bastard, she wasn't quite that skilled at aiming at a target that small.

Ginny turned up a moment later, in a bit of a snippy mode.

"Hey, Ginny, how was your summer?" Hermione asked, a completely innocent question but one that Ginny was not happy about hearing.

"Well Mum was being insufferable, after the entire Chamber incident," Ginny answered as she sat down next to the group. "She held my hand in public all through Egypt like I was a fucking two year old. And not only that, she wouldn't let me in the temple with the skeletons, the idiot Muggle thieves that got cursed."

"So that bad," Hermione responded as Ginny shook her head.

"Yes, that bad," Ginny stated as she looked out the window. "Percy is the Head Boy, so naturally he thinks he's something special."

"Doesn't he know that's a figure head position to shove work that the teacher's don't want onto something?" Harry asked and Ginny shrugged. Harry would die of shame if he was named Head Boy.

"Percy has a high opinion of himself, you'd think he'd be elected Minister of the Entire World."

Harry paused, he was sure that Ron would show up.

"Ron is with the twins, Mum made sure that they stuck with him, to make sure….to make sure that he doesn't lose even more brain cells," Ginny answered as she paused. "The good news is that he re-learned the Alphabet and how to count. So that's progress."

"Didn't think he was capable of that much," Hermione murmured.

"I need your help with a project, Ginny," Harry remarked and her eyes flickered with interest.

"You don't need to ask, anything," she responded, before she winced at how needy and desperate that sounded. She would have to work on that, well outside the bedroom anyway.

"I need you to help me get Ron's rat away from him when we're at Hogwarts," Harry told her and Ginny looked at him with an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I've got an idea," Ginny said, accepting his statement without question, her loyalty one hundred percent to him. She'd kill for him if asked.

A few minutes of light talk later and the Hogwarts Express skid to a stop. Hermione jumped up, her eyes looking around and the brunette bookworm frowned. There was one statement that was obvious and sure enough she had to say it.

"We couldn't be at Hogwarts, yet."

"Then why are we stopping?" Amanda asked but the windows fogged up.

Harry didn't like the look of this and Snuffles started to whine. The windows around them began to fog up. There was a feeling of coldness that washed around him and Harry closed his eyes, feeling a sense of hopeless wash over him. He never felt anything like this before.

'Focus, stay under control,' Harry thought to himself, staggering a little bit, but he saw Ginny grow catatonic, her eyes widened.

The Chamber of Secrets and all of the attacks flicked through her mind. Ginny did them but she was unable to control them. The redhead girl shook her head, teeth chattering as she swayed back and forth a little bit, knees buckling, with her hands growing rather numb. She sank down.

Harry spun around and saw them on the other side of the door. Faceless, hooded creatures of horror.

It was like he was in a tunnel but sheer force of stubborn will kept Harry from blacking out.

The Dementors were here and they were searching for prey to feed on.