I was kinda inspired by the "Harry gets a new mommy" series written by Gamer95 and decided to make my own twist on it. The twist is, Harry gets a new daddy. This story uses characters made by beautifulpurpleflame in the story "The Little Cherub". Please know these characters are used with that author's permission. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Teen Titans.

Chapter 1: New Home

It was a typical day in London England, and by typical it meant the weather was changing constantly, and the Logan family was enjoying a nice vacation. Garfield, more commonly known as Beast Boy, was touring the Tower of London with his wife Raven and their twin sons Austin and Aaron. Their eldest daughter Arielle was babysitting their youngest, Anna-Lee, back at the hotel. As for Alex Logan, the oldest sibling, he was flying over the city in his hero guise as Angel. Despite the fact that both his parents had super powers, he took more after his half-demon sorcerer mother than his animal shape-shifting father.

His own powers were a little different than Raven's, however. He could still fly through magic, but his spells were more defensive than offensive. He could nullify other magic and had a naturally calming aura that he could expand by focusing. He also some light telepathy and could sense the emotions of those around him. This vacation was just what Alex needed to clear his head. Especially since he was caught in a love tug-of-war between Caley Grayson, the eldest daughter of Dick and Koriand'r Grayson, Robin and Starfire respectively, and Layla Wainwright, daughter of Terra through Jacob, his mom's ex-boyfriend.

Alex's codename was given to him partly because of his powers, and partly because of Raven's affectionate nickname for him, her Little Cherub, which was starting to get embarrassing. As he stopped for a moment to rest just outside Big Ben, he suddenly felt a severe amount of despair from quite a distance away. Concerned, Alex flew all the way out. By the time he reached it, he was already outside London and in the neighboring county of Surrey. When he finally reached what felt like the source of the despair, he landed and looked around. A nearby sign told him he was on Privet Drive.

"Who on earth could be generating this much sadness?," he thought aloud as he started walking. It didn't take him long to reach the source, just four houses in. Perched on a fence outside the house was a stripped cat. The cat looked at Alex, and he quickly became surprised when the cat started leaking thoughts that indicated it was a human in disguise. It must have realized he knew, because the cat jumped off the fence, then proceeded to turn into a middle-aged woman wearing a dark brown cloak. "I see you have been drawn here as Albus predicted," the woman said, "My name is Minerva McGonagall."

Alex blinked. "Are you a sorceress like Mom?" "Sort of," Minerva replied, "It would be more accurate to call me a witch. You must be wondering about the great deal of despair being exuded from this house." Alex looked at the house in question. Sure enough, whoever was generating the large level of despair was coming from the house. "Albus was furious when I gave him my latest report," Minerva said, "He trusted the Dursleys to take care of their nephew, only to find they have constantly been abusing him physically, emotionally, and mentally. Well, at least he admitted that he should have headed my warning five years ago."

Alex was stunned by the second part of Minerva's statement. "Wait a minute... Are you saying the people living in this house were actively abusing their own flesh and blood. Why would they do that?" Minerva looked at him with sad eyes. "Ask the people who once participated in the Salem witch hunts why they also resorted to such cruelty against people they knew intimately." Suddenly it dawned on Alex. "The boy has magic too, doesn't he." Minerva nodded. "He is a wizard by birth. His parents were murdered by a powerful dark wizard, and Albus thought, at first, that his mother's sister would be the best place to leave him. Special blood charms were put in place, which would remain active so long as Harry was taken care of."

She sighed sadly. "But Albus knew he miscalculated when he noted the blood charms were waning. He knew a different home, one where he could be protected and cared for, was needed. And then one of his allies vacationing in Jump City told him about you and your family. He's the one who arranged for your vacation to London." She motioned for Alex to follow her to the backyard. There Alex saw for the first time the young boy who was the source of all the despair. It was a small child, wearing clothes far too big for himself. It wasn't immediately visible, but Alex could feel the physical pain Harry had suffered and knew there had to be many scars under those clothes.

"His magic is the only reason he's still alive right now," Minerva said, "I've seen that beastly Petunia smack him in the face with a frying pan... While it was still hot." Alex cringed. "I'm guessing that's only the lower end of the scale." Minerva nodded sadly. "Okay," Alex said, "I'm sure my folks wouldn't mind taking him in. But we need to do something about his abusive aunt and uncle." "But what can be done?," Minerva asked. Alex smiled. "Simple. If the authorities find out about this, they'll be all over the Dursleys." Hearing this, Minerva chuckled. Of course it would be that simple. She had been thinking too much like the witch she was, when all along the simple, Muggle solution was best.

Albus Dumbledore finished reading Minerva's letter. The elder Dursleys were arrested for child abuse, whilst their son was placed in foster care. He could only hope young Dudley's next set of parents treated him with the right balance of care of discipline. For the hundredth time that day Albus cursed himself for his oversight. For all his talk of working for the greater good he was only causing more harm in the long run. 'And for what?,' Albus thought to himself, 'When I think back to all my plans, in the end I'm only trying to satisfy a grudge against Tom Riddle. Dangerous as he is, to risk everything on a prophecy with an obscure ending...'

He got up from his desk and walked over to stroke Fawkes, his pet phoenix. "It seems we will have to make some severe changes, my girl," he said, "We have time before Harry's first year at Hogwarts. And I shall send my agents in the Order of the Phoenix to take care of those Horcruxes we know of, and research possible locations for the remaining. As for the one inside Harry, I know Raven will take care of it." He had come to know Raven in her youth, having entered this dimension shortly after fleeing her home dimension of Azarath. Albus had spent what free time he could helping the young girl understand and control her powers, yet even then it took the help of her friends to overturn her destiny.

Raven had kept in contact with Albus since joining the Titans. When he found the blood wards on the Dursley home start to weaken, he feared the worst. Or at least, he thought he did. But what Minerva sent back to him was far worse than anything he could imagine, and he could imagine quite a bit. Now he had to rework his plans, though if he did it right Harry would have everything he needed to face Voldemort during their first confrontation. He knew at least one of his allies was a closet Parselmouth, and with Alastor Moody on hand there would be few places the Horcruxes could be truly hidden. In addition, Albus made arrangements to have Sirius Black acquitted of his murder charges.

As for Harry, the Death Eaters would most certainly assume Albus would keep him close in Great Britain, they would never dream he'd travel across the ocean. Even if they did find out, the blood wards would keep them at bay. And if even this failed... Well, not even the whole of the Death Eaters could deal with a family of magic users whose patriarch was a changling, another family of superpowered aliens whose patriarch was trained by a Muggle even Voldemort admitted he would never dare face, and of course even wizards would be hard pressed to have their spells affect a Muggle who was mostly machine, and another who could shrink herself small enough to dodge said spells. Albus smiled. It was going deeper than the greater good, but it may just yield the same result.

Cyborg showed up at the Logan's hotel room to do a check on young Harry. "It's like that McGonagall woman said," he muttered, "If not for his natural magical ability, all that abuse would have killed him. Seriously, the stuff Harry's been through would make the Cardinals of the Inquisition faint." Meanwhile, Harry was slowly opening his eyes. "Hey," Beast Boy said excitedly, "He's coming to." Harry looked around, confused. "Huh? Where am I? Where are Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia?" "You aunt and uncle have just been arrested for child abuse," Raven explained, "You won't have to worry about them anymore. You should really thank Alex, my eldest son. He practically saved your life."

Harry blinked, surprised. "Wait... I don't understand... Why would anyone help me?" The three titans looked at each other, shocked at how serious the question was. "Well," Beast Boy said, "We're superheroes. That's what heroes do." "But," Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes, "I'm a freak. Freaks don't get help." Beast Boy blinked. "Dude, are you blind! You're talking to guy whose skin is green, and you've just had a checkup from a guy whose half-machine! And don't go saying that magic is freaky! My wife uses magic! So do all our kids! You're different, yeah! But a freak is the last thing you should call yourself!"

Harry was a little taken aback at Beast Boy's words. He then took a good look at the people around him. "So... Those aren't costumes? And you can really do..." He hesitated, then muttered out, "...Magic...?" "Sure," Raven said, expended some of her power to levitate the couch they were sitting on, "If you like, I can help you focus yours. Of course, you're apparently set for a school dedicated to teaching magic, but this way you'll have a headstart." Harry looked sad. "But... I have nowhere to go now." "Not quite," Beast Boy said, "See, Alex, the one who saved you, isn't back yet is because your adoption is getting finalized. From now on, he's gonna be your daddy."

Raven sighed. "I'm too young to be a grandma. Alex is only eighteen for crying out loud." "Consider it practice for when Alex finally picks between Caley and Layla," Cyborg said, "Heck, this new development is sure to throw some coal on the fire. I mean look at this little kid." He bent down to Harry's level. "He's such a cutie, Caley and Layla will be begging Alex to marry them just to be this guy's mother." Harry could hardly believe his ears. He was getting a new father, and from what the metal man was saying, there would be a competition to see who his new mother would be. Harry started crying again, but this time it was out of joy. For the first time in his life he felt he would be truly happy.

To be continued...

For those of you who don't get the reference, I just implied that even Voldemort was afraid of Batman. And why? 'Cuz he's The Goddamn Batman! 'Nuff said. Read and review.