As I'm liable to forget to put this up each chapter, take this for the whole story: I regret to inform you I don't own either Harry Potter or Justice League. It's a sad fact, but I deal. Poorly.

CHAPTER ONE

"Look at you," the amber eyed, black haired man teased, punching the young redhead he was sitting next to lightly in the shoulder. "Master Wallace Potter. You're getting up in the world, brother."

"You run a multi-billion dollar company," the green eyed, raven haired man sitting on the other side of Wally deadpanned as he elegantly dined on instant ramen. "If anyone's getting up in the world, Lupin, it's you."

"Don't listen to Al, Wally," the brown eyed, red haired woman interjected as she sat down on the opposite side of the table, pouring herself some tea. "Getting your Master's Degree at nineteen is an amazing achievement. Not that running Lupin Corp isn't, Teddy," she assured the eldest hastily. "Anyone want a cuppa?"

"Despite your time in the colonies, I see you haven't been reduced to serving that swill that the Americans call 'coffee'," Al noted imperiously as he accepted the beverage.

Wally rolled his eyes at Al, before turning to the woman. "One for me too, Lils, thanks. Now what do I actually owe the pleasure to having you invade my apartment?"

"You wound us, youngest sibling of ours!" the last and final Potter in the apartment cried dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. "And here we came all the way to tell congratulate you on your science-thingy. Well, and to tell you that Rose's getting hitched."

Wally choked. "What!? Don't tell me-"

"The little Scorpion," Teddy affirmed. "Highly awkward for Al when he gets dragged into their fights."

"I understand how Dad feels with Aunt Mia and Uncle Ron now," Al muttered, taking a sip from his tea. "It's not a pleasant experience."

Wally did the same. "When's this?"

"January," Lily informed him. "Specifically, New Years."

Wally glanced at the calendar on the wall. That was in two weeks. His family certainly were an impatient lot.

"Oh!" Teddy exclaimed, his hair bleeding orange in his excitement. He fished in the pocket of his pressed suit and withdrew a small vial, shaking it gently. "Guess what?" he grinned.

"You've decided to become a Drug Lord."

"James!" Lily slapped her eldest biological brother on the arm.

Wally held out a hand for the vial and took a cautious whiff. "Asphodel, dragon blood, newt juice and..." he frowned, glancing up at the metamorph. "Is that...Tiger spit?"

"Cheetah," Teddy corrected. "You're only missing fifty other ingredients or so. Not bad, considering you're without my nose and...well."

"Lils got newt juice, while Al picked up aster sap, paprika, nirnroot and twenty others," James reported over Teddy's awkward trail off before giving a sheepish laugh. "I got nothing. I'm bloody awful at potions. Charms was always my forte."

"I'll bite. What is it?" Wally asked, rolling the vial in his hands. It was metal, surprisingly. Generally potion vials were glass.

Teddy's answer was cut off by two more people entering the room. A beautiful redhead who looked to be getting into her late thirties at most and a bespectacled man with streaked black hair entered the small, rather messy, apartment. He would have tidied if he'd known he would have visitors, Wally reflected.

"OMM," James gasped. "Ginny Potter. The Ginny Potter? I think I'm going to faint, being in the presence of such a celebrity. Somebody fan me." He conjured a fan with a wave of a thin, polished stick and a quiet mutter before handing it to Al. The younger gave the other dark haired man a withering look and didn't take the thing. James didn't miss a step as he swaggered up to the elder woman and took her hand, kissing her knuckles. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Changing your nappies," Mum answered dryly, amused. "Thanks, but I'm not into incest."

"Whenever you use corny pick up lines on your mother, you're always trying to weasel your way out of something," her husband stated as he glanced around the sparse apartment. "What have you done now?"

"Did he forget to tell you that he broke up with his girlfriend again?" Teddy questioned, subtly sliding in front of Wally. Or rather, Wally noticed, the vial. The youngest quickly slipped it in his pockets after realising what it was.

"The American girl? I thought you two were serious."

"She doesn't know what football is," James told him. "Always says the wrong sport."

"You don't know what football is," Lily cut in, giving her brother a bemused look.

"Of course I do," James argued. "It's that one with the one ball and no flying."

"Okay, all of you guys wouldn't have to come here to tell me Rose is gallivanting off with Pius," Wally interrupted, crossing his arms. "So spit it out."

They all glanced at their father, who sighed.

"Harry," Mum put a hand on his arm, but he just gave her a small smile.

"I'm fine, Gin. C'mon, Wally, let's take a walk outside."

Warily, Wally slipped to his feet and followed Dad outside. They walked in silence for a few minutes before the the elder spoke. "I'm very proud of you. Even Hermione was twenty one when she got her Bachelors. You've set a new record in the Weasley household."

"Yeah, but I started earlier," Wally disagreed. "It doesn't really count when you go to uni at sixteen." Wally had inherited his grandmother's brains, Dad always said.

"That makes it even better. But that's not what I came to talk about."

Thunder rumbled in the background, the sky was beginning to darken overtop of them. Wally had always been a fan of lightning, so it didn't bother him. His father didn't even look like he'd noticed.

"I know what you and your siblings have been getting up to."

Wally's heart jumped to his throat, but he forced out a reply, trying his best to sound lighthearted. "Yeah? I never knew you had such an interest in origami."

Dad's face was slightly disproving, but mostly sad. "Wally, you're not magical. And you never will be."

Wally valiantly ignored the hurt that statement caused him. "Teddy seemed pretty optimistic this time-"

"I've already analysed it. It's unstable," Dad mentioned, voice soft but firm. Thunder was rumbling loudly - or was that Wally's heart pounding? "Wally, give it to me."

Wally hesitated, before he pulled out the vial reluctantly. "I just wanted to be special," he whispered. "I wanted to be like you."

Dad pulled Wally into a hug. "Silly Wallace. You are special. I'd rather have no magic at all than ever lose you."

Wally opened his mouth to say that was so corny that he could practically taste it when suddenly everything went white and burning and then the cool, comforting touch of Dad's magic was coating him.

Wally decided, after that day, he didn't like lightning so much.