A.N.
Hello this is my first ever fanfiction so please go easy on me. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I don't know how much i'll post so it'll vary. Don't be disconcerted though if i haven't posted for a while, i haven't abandoned this!
Disclaimer: I don't own young Justice Or Harry Potter (or do i?, just kidding i don't)
~~ On with the story ~~
Prologue
An old man sat alone in an office over decorated with many portraits. The man peered over his half moon spectacles, studying over a yellowed folded parchment. Sighing in contempt the elderly man placed the parchment into the envelope from which it came.
Suddenly the wooden oak doors burst open. A gray haired woman with a pointed hat and emerald robe ran in heels clicking on the hard-wood floor, as the woman entered the old man spoke not looking up,
" Ah Minerva, what brings you here at this late hour?", Minerva cleared her throat and said with clear shock, " there is a new name on the third year list",
"How odd", the man said looking up with a twinkle in his eyes, "whoever could it be?". The woman paused and and glanced over the list and said quickly, " Richard John Grayson",
"Ah, I wondered about him.",
"Isn't he the son of Bruce Wayne?",the elderly woman asked tentivly.
"He is Gypsy born and has magical ancestors, though i wasn't aware it followed onto him", the man said ignoring her question.
Minerva paused as if thinking over some grand riddle, "why so late, why wasn't he traced, Dumbledore?", the man glanced down at his hard oak desk, deep in thought,
"Magic in gypsy blood is faint, i'm astounded we found him at all. All of their magic was written of as falseness and trickery so they stopped believing. In a sense they are half bloods but really they probably only have one or two wizards in their families from when magic came around."
"So, shall he be invited?",
"I should think it's only fair."
A.N.
Okay, Okay i'm sorry I know it's short but it's only the prologue, sheesh.
Anyway hope you enjoyed.
Review if you want,
~~ Bye~