Excitement.
That is what everyone is feeling. After all, today is the day that every eleven year old boy and girl ventures to the Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well isn't that amazing. But the main reason for every ones excitement, even for those who are already returning to the Hogwarts, is the return of Harry Potter.
Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter. The boy who lived, and stopped the threat that was looming over the magical Britain. Well isn't that something? To protect him from Voldemort followers and him becoming arrogant, Albus Dumbledore placed him with his aunt and her family, while placing protective wards around their house. This was done with their consent. But something bad happen year later.
It appears, that one stupid amateur reporter broke the law and read through secret files that were sealed from public by Dumbledore. In here naivety she wrote an article with their address. Less than hour after the morning papers, Aurors were called to Private Drive 4. Reason? Four Death Eaters attacked poor Dursleys. In the attack Vernon Dursley died, protecting young Harry and his son Dudley.
The attack started with them blasting through the doors, firing curses at everything. The boys were playing with toys, while Vernon and Petunia were enjoying their Saturday. According to pictures, one would think that even Harry was theirs; at least they saw him as one. When attack started, Vernon immediately grabbed a teapot filled with hot tea and threw it at them. Petunia rushed to the boys, hoping to get them away. Vernon grabbed the bat he had hidden in the place, were boys could not reach, and started hitting them (it was revealed, he stocked different weapon around to house, to protect them if something like this happens). But they didn't get far. One Death Eater had enough and threw cutting curse, killing one of this comrades and fatally injuring Vernon. They proceeded to torture Petunia, but didn't get far, when magical blast threw them through the walls of the house. When they got back to the living room, they saw Vernon being surrounded by white light, healing his injuries.
They look around the room, until their eyes landed on young Harry, whose hand was outstretched and his eyes shining with power. Petunia's injuries were being healed as well. The three surviving Death Eaters were starring at young boy, radiating such a power and master over magic, that he could heal fatal injuries; even the best healers have problems with. They understood why their Lord chose to kill the boy himself. The boy was like a symbol of life. They fired killing curses, but neither reached him, as they dissipated in middle of its flight. Again, again and again. They tried and tired, but the curse did not reach him. So they tried anything else, but nothing worked. In attempt to get under his skin, one fired a killing curse at his aunt, who was staring at Harry with awe. The curse dissipated again. But it was too late for Death Eaters. Aurors have arrived. Vernon who saw Dumbledore arrive as well started to fight, trying to stop Death Eaters from escaping. But one Death Eater had enough, and fired a killing curse; unfortunately, Harry could not stop it in time. Vernon Dursley died protecting his family.
When Dumbledore saw the man fall, the man he came to like after a while, raged. He destroyed remaining Death Eaters with ease. It was testament to the older man power once more. He rushed inside the living room and saw young Harry surrounded by light shield, protecting him and scared Dudley, while Petunia was just getting over her shock at seeing her husband die.
"Harry," he breathed out, still starring awe struck at young boy. Harry looked at Dumbledore and his textures softened, and the light started to fade out. Petunia rushed to the boys and hugged them. Dudley was crying, and Harry was shedding tears as well. It was time for tears.
Until a hand flew through the air; and slapped Dumbledore across his face.
"What happened? You said we were safe!" she yelled at him. Aurors that arrived were in awe for witnessing the power of Dumbledore, next seeing the power of Boy-Who-Lived and now a muggle slapping Dumbledore.
"You promised our family would be safe! You promised that we wouldn't lose anyone else!" and slapped him again. And Dumbledore? He just stood there shedding few tears as well, and letting Petunia slap him, after all he failed her and her family.
"What happened?" she asked again as she calmed down, sitting down on sofa with boys on her lap, holding onto her.
"To be dead woman sneaked into archives and read through the files, afterwards she wrote an article with your address in it. If I didn't raise anti-apparation wards you would have more visitors, probably from both sides," he said solemnly, while Aurors were investigating the scene.
"I see," she said quietly, caressing the backs of both her children. Yes, both. During last year she grew attached to young Harry. He was quiet child, but happy as well. But mostly he was caring. When Dudley hurt himself once and started crying, Harry hugged him and calm him down. It was at that moment, when she realised it. They were brothers in all but blood.
"Albus," she said quietly, "we are not safe here anymore."
He sighed. "I know, but I think it would be the best if you left Britain completely."
She looked at him.
"But where do we go? We don't even have enough money to support us out of country," she said.
"You know I set up a monthly fee to help you raise Harry, I think it is time to raise it a bit," he answered, thinking pose activated.
"Yes, but is there enough? I am single mother now, and I won't have free time to work for a long time," Petunia said with small frown.
"Ah, dear Petunia, have you forgotten, to whose family did Lily married?" her eyes widened, when she realise it. He chuckled.
"Let's get you all packed, shall we?" Petunia nodded.
"I will look after the boys. I would help you pack, but sadly I don't know what they will need or what you want to take with you," Petunia smiled him a 'thank you'. Dumbledore took booth boys into his arms. It was bit crowded here, so he took them outside. There were people with both Aurors and people who wished to see their saviour. He focused his gaze onto the small patch of garden and a small bench rose from it. He knew how they will leave so he created a twin baby car seat and placed them there, Harry on left, Dudley on right. He sat at bench, baby seat in front of him. He smiled at them and patted them both.
"Now boys, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" he said with smile. Both Harry and Dudle giggled and pointed at them self.
"Ari!" exclaimed Harry happily.
"Duley!" added in Dudley. Harry then pointed at Dumbledore.
"Granda?" he asked. Dumbledore eyes widened. Sure he visited a lot, but always when the boys were asleep.
"We shall see," he said and patted the boy on his head. Dumbledore saw people looking at him and boys, but he disregarded them. Few minutes later, Petunia arrived, accompanied by one of the Aurors. She was glaring daggers at said Auror.
"Is there a problem Petunia?" he asked her.
"He," she pointed at the Auror, "won't let me pack the boys toys, saying they are evidence in this case, even if they were on the other side of the room," she said angrily.
"They are part of the scene and source of the magic that protected the boys and his family," said Auror.
"Does not matter," said Dumbledore with voice full of command, "you will let her pack and you will do it with smile, you understand?" he said glaring at the young Auror.
"Y-yes, sir!" he said and ran back inside.
"There we go," he said with smile. Petunia shook her head.
"You are incredible," she said, he look at her, "you made him piss himself with only a glare," she added, causing older man to chuckle.
"Are you ready?"
"Just the toys left," she said. He nodded and return to the boys, while Petunia gathered the rest. In ten minutes they were ready to leave.
"Now, since apparition, is not healthy for young boys, we will go by car!" he said with tingle in his eyes.
"This person," he said pointing at the shaggy looking man, "is a driver, he will take you to a safe house, while I deal with the papers necessary for you," and led them to a car. Remus looked at Petunia and welcomed her by a nod, and then he turned to Dumbledore he nodded. They put the luggage into the car and Petunia took the baby seat from Dumbledore. Setting it safely in the back side, she said alongside Dudley. Remus got into driver seat and started the engine. In swift motion, they were leaving the Privet Drive 4. Dumbledore took a wand from his sleeve and waved it around, before pointing it at the car. A white sphere appeared above the house and started to dissipate, turning into small white ashes, before following the car and surrounding it. In a flash the car disappeared and everyone had forgotten how they left altogether.
Two hours later, Dumbledore was seen walking down the Gringots, until he ran into a woman. Or more likely she ran to him. This woman was no one else the Rita Skeeter.
"Albus! How lovely to see you! With the Potter address out, I though you will be with them regulating the meeting with all the people, wishes to see him," she said with smug expression. That disappeared seconds later.
Dumbledore raw power exploded, creating a heavy white aura around him that started to move towards the sky. The ground bellow him started to crack in all directions. Some started to lose consciousness, from sheer power. Some windows even exploded, but the pieces did not fall, as they were completely destroyed. And Skeeter? She was on her knees, breathing heavily, her eyes wide.
"Rita Skeeter, by approval of Minister Bagnold you are sentenced to death! You were found guilty in conspiracy to kill Harry Potter, when you sneaked into the archives and revealing location of Harry Potter. Your action led to death of Vernon Dursley, adoptive father and uncle of Harry Potter. You are to be brought to ministry, before being threw into the Veil, but if you are not willing, you are to be put down on the spot!" he exclaimed, as his power started to create a cyclone around him.
"How fortunate, you are unwilling to come with me to Ministry, I guess I have no choice, but to put you down, here and now," and now everyone was gaping. Dumbledore, leader of the Light, was ready to kill someone.
"B-but you a-are the l-l-leader of t-the l-light, you c-can't just kill me!" she forced out.
"You tried to kill the boy, I came to love as my own grandson, isn't that enough reason?" No wonder he is ready to kill him. He got attached to young boy, and now he almost lost him.
"Albus!" someone called. It was Petunia, with twin baby-carriage, "she is not worthy for you to stain your hands with her blood," she added as she came down the stairs of Gringots bank. Dumbledore closed his eyes, and took few deep breathes.
"I apologize, please escort miss Skeeter to Ministry, I have to look after my friend here," he said and his magic disappear, as he walked with Petunia towards the Leaky Cauldron. He was not seen for another week.
Miss Skeeter met her end, at the hands of one Auror, when she was thrown through the Veil two days after the attack on Private Drive 4.
Dumbledore said that no one knows where they are now, even him. Of course he was lying. The people calmed down after this, knowing that if Potter address was revealed once more, another attack would happen, though they did not, that Harry stalled them enough for Aurors to arrive.
"To become healer, one must completely dedicate himself to study the different types of herbs and ingredients for potion to completely understand them and to avoid a mistakes." - Healer's Code; page 5, Introduction, first paragraph
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"The most common mistake healers make, is that they try to heal patient as fast as possible, sometimes overlooking the most smallest, yet the most dangerous injuries." - Healer's Code; page 5, Introduction, second paragraph
The people of platform 9 and ¾, were pulled out of their musing, when someone stepped through the portal. It was a young man with black untamed hairs with red stripes that reached his shoulders. They were bid spiky. He was wearing baggy, black jeans, a dark grey jumper and finally a weird black jacket, that reached down just under his knees. On his right shoulder sat a black cat, with white socks and monocle on around his left eye. He was holding a katana in his left hand with black sheath with red stripes circling from guard to the end. Hilt was a normal black colour with black wrappings. Guard itself was hidden behind white cloth that was covering one quarter of the hilt and bit of sheath. His right hand was pulling a trunk behind him that was gray in colour.
He approached the train and extended his right hand towards the train floor. The cat slowly and elegantly made its way on his hand and jumped off, entering the train, there it awaited its master. The boy lifted the trunk and entered the train, disappearing from the crowed.
Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis were strolling through the train, looking for a compartment, where they could sit. So far everything was full. Until they have found compartment, with only one occupant. It was the boy from earlier.
"Should we enter?" asked Tracey.
"I guess, we could look for another one, only to find none," answered Daphne.
"Well, let's do this," she said and knocked on the doors, opened, but moved away so Daphne had no choice but to ask herself.
"Yes?" the boy asked, the cat laying next to him.
"I hate you," she whispered to Tracey, but slightly entered.
"Pardon the intrusion, but is it possible for me and my friend to sit here?" she asked politely.
"Be my guests," he said beckoning them to sit.
"Thank you," she said and was about to lift her trunk, when it was lifted from the ground and made its way to the shelf, alongside the Traceys. They looked at each other and then to the boy, who was pointing with his index finger into the air.
"Thank you, I guess," Tracey said while sitting next to Daphne, who sat next to the window, across the boy.
"You are welcome," he said with polite smile.
"Excuse my rudeness, but was that a wandless magic?" asked Daphne.
"It was," he said while still looking from the window, "I heard it is rare here, but where I come from it is common practise," he continued, while his left hand started to pet the cat.
"I see. My name is Daphne, Daphne Greengrass," she said with head bow, "nice to meet you."
"And I am Tracey Davis," Tracey added.
"Nice to meet you too, but unfortunately, ones name is powerful tool, and not to be given lightly," he said with smirk.
"Interesting way of seeing things," Daphne said.
"Aren't you little paranoid?" Tracey asked.
"When someone knows your name, it can be used to either attack said person, or try to get into the person good will by any means necessary, which you agree can be very dangerous," he said, while still looking from the window. The train started and was slowly leaving the platform.
"Still, we gave you our names, it is polite to give one in return," Daphne forwarded her opinion.
"Indeed, if I didn't know your name in advance," he smirked.
"You knew us already?"
"Indeed, it is after all common to find us much information as possible about an unknown place and its occupants," he countered and looked at them. His face was smug. Smug so much.
"I supposed that, your thinking is correct," Daphne said with sigh.
"But you just have to wait until the Sorting to find my name, I believe, you will be smitten," he said, his smirk widening.
The rest of the ride was quite boring. The boy had fallen asleep about an hour after the departure from London, and was sleeping with his cat on his lap. Tracey found the whole moment cute, as the cat snuggled itself into the boy as much as possible.
About half the way, Daphne and Tracey were joined by Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot. And they talked. The new comers were interested in the boy, and they were sadden, that not even the original occupant had no idea who he was. Daphne and Tracey changed their clothes into the uniform, two hours before arriving at Hogsmade. Of course they were embarrassed changing in front of the sleeping boy, but after making sure he was still asleep, they calmed down a bit. Little did they know that, he awakened halfway through them changing clothes. With fast move of finger, he had fallen asleep again, only to awaken minutes before they arrived at the Hogsmade.
"Oh crap, and I have to change fast," he said. And so he took off his jacket and put it down.
"Good think that I only need to put on the cloak!" he said happily and did so (I am using uniforms from the movies, reason is I like them more then robes).
"How do I look?" he said with smirk.
"The same as before," said Daphne from behind her book.
"May I ask, what is this jacket made of? It is light and thin," asked Susan.
"Ah, I do not know as well! I bought it because it looks amazing," he answered.
"Oh," said Susan and gave it back to the boy, who quickly put it into the trunk.
"I wonder if I will get the house I hope for," he said cheerfully.
"And what house it is?" asked Hannah.
"Why, a Ravenclaw of course!" he exclaimed happily.
"What happened to you?" asked Daphne.
"What do you mean?" he looked at her and tilted his head to the side. Daphne closed her book and looked at him as well, their eyes meeting.
"Before you were all mysterious and serious, but now you act like a child," she said, watching him closely. His smirk returning once more, his eyes gain a mischievous depth to them.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he said. Her eyebrow twitched a bit.
"Truth be told, you only interest me because I have no knowledge about you," she countered.
"That is what they all say, but in the end, they come for more and more. Are you that kind of person?" he asked, hoping to get something from her.
"Or maybe you just want to know more about me, so you can hog me all for yourself? Claiming you know me the best?" Daphne eyebrow twitched again and small blush appeared on her face. He leaned closer to her, his face centimetres from hers.
"Or maybe you want to claim me here and now?" he said as he leaned closer and closer. The blush got deeper and deeper, until their lips were almost touching, his eyes never leaving hers. He smirked and leaned back. Her blush was as deep as possible.
"I-I," she spluttered. The trio watching them started laughing.
"He got you there Daph," said Susan. The train was slowing down.
"I hate you," she said to him, making his smirk widen, before storming out of compartment.
"Well, that was fun," he said as he stood up, grabbing his sword. He offered his hand to the cat and it jumped on it, making its ay atop his right shoulder once more.
"Well ladies, I will see you later," and with that he left the compartment. Doors opened and in came red faced Daphne.
"Is he gone?" she asked, as they laughed once more.
Next time they saw him again, was in a room before the Great Hall, where he was watching the ghosts with amusement. Weird thing about it was that his sword was gone. He mockingly bowed to Daphne, before she turned away, with small blush. The trio smirked at each other. When McGonagall came for them and led them to the Great Hall, he found himself next to Daphne by 'accident'. It wasn't the play made by three girls to get them closer to each other so they can see Daphne reactions once more.
Then the Sorting started.
The more names were read, the bigger his smirk became. Daphne saw this and she was interested. Susan and Hannah ended in Hufflepuf, while Daphne and Tracey in Slytherin. Then the name came.
"Potter, Harry!" nothing, only his bi shit eating smirk was present.
McGonagall asked once more. "Potter, Harry!"
"Well, I had fun," he said and moved towards the stool. At this moment, the four girls were ready to faint.
"Well, shit," was only thing that Daphne could say.
Harry sat down on the stool, and McGonagall placed the hat on him.
"Bo!" came the voice inside his head.
'Sup! Was the answer from Harry.
"Interesting mind you have there, and your power to talk is interesting," came the voice once more.
What can I say, I am amazing, you know, Harry answered.
"You sure believe it, don't you, hmmm, but were to put you," the hat said.
You already know of course, and I bet Grandpa wants me in Gryffindor, but we both know it is not the place for me, Harry said.
"Indeed, well better be RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted. Harry smirked. McGonagall alongside other was stunned, everyone expected Potter to be in Gryffindor. Dumbledore was shocked as well. Harry turned his head and looked at him, only to wink with smirk. He recoiled from the shock and clapped. He was outplayed by young Harry once again.
"Once you understand, that there are no shortcuts or items that could help you with diagnosis and healing, you will be able to move forward as a Healer and a person." - Healer's Code; page 6, Introduction, last paragraph
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"First thing to do on your way to become a Healer is a mastery over potions. In near future we will be looking over all ingredients and after that how they react together." - Healer's Code; page 7, Potions and its ingredients, first paragraph
"Ha! No way will I be Gryffindor! They are idiotic, brainless fodders!" soon to be eleven years old Harry said. He was currently wearing white pants with red shirt. The room they were in was traditional Japanese, with only television and lights being the only modern things. It was simple life, yet it was enough for them.
"So your parents were idiotic, brainless fodders?" asked Dumbledore.
"Pft, no!" Harry practically shouted.
"Then what were they?" Petunia was the one to ask, as she came in with tea, sitting between Dudley and Dumbledore on the floor.
"Cool people! And strong too!" Harry said with big smile. Dudley who was drawing in his sketchbook looked up and smiled at him. They were both proud to be related to such a strong people and Harry was aiming to surpass them.
"Oh hush! You are making me blush!" said voice from a small portrait, that stood on the coffee table they were sitting around. There were two people in the portrait. First was woman with deep red hair and green eyes, while the second was man with wild black hair. Harry chuckled at the response.
"Heh, sorry Dad!" Harry said happily as he looked at the pictures. It was miracle, that they found it, and it was interesting, that both Lily and James had made one, but not normal big one, but a small one, the size of book (first I didn't know what kind of book, but decided I will keep the format of HP book). They smiled at him.
"But still, Gryffindors are cool and awesome! Plus with our notes you know the whole tower better than your home," said James.
"Yeah, but that is boring! Nothing to explore! That is why I want to go somewhere else! For the same reason I do not wish to locate the map until at least my third year," Harry argued.
"That is a good thing honey, you should get to love the castle from your own experiences, not ours or anyone else," said Lily proudly. Her son always surprises her with his maturity and mind. Plus the way he talks is amazing.
"But we are family of Gryffindors! We are the best!" James bellowed.
"But I will not be able to get any adventure if I go to the same house as my whole family, will I?" Harry smirked as he saw the expression on his father face.
"Adventure? Hmm, then I guess you are correct, without adventure life is boring," James said.
"Plus I will be able to increase the knowledge in the Map once I get it, cause I doubt you got all secret passages from Ravenclaw tower," Harry continued. James was basically drooling at this point. The Map he created will be more knowledgeable.
"I see, and the more Map shows, the easier it will be to avoid teachers when setting a prank," James whispered, in thinking pose.
"Not to mention Ravenclaw is known for its smartness and people willing to experiment, I bet it can be said the same about girls," Harry smirked. Hook, line and sinker.
"Mmm, yeah that is a good theory. You have okey from your old man!" James said happily. Lily just shook her head with smile. Her son just has a way with words.
"But I still would like to see you in Gryffindor, they are known to be loyal and supportive," Dumbledore said with sad smile.
"I know, but I want to try something different. The last known Ravenclaw ancestor died around five hundred years ago, that is too much!" Harry exclaimed with determined face. Petunia was just overlooking her nephew with happy smile.
"Then how about a bet?" said Dudley from behind his sketchbook. All occupants plus portraits looked at him with question mark over their head. Dudley blushed a bit, he didn't really like to be centre of attention.
"You make a bet. Harry-kun wins if he gets into Ravenclaw, and Oji-san will win if Harry-kun gets into Gryffindor," Dudley explained. Over the years they lived in Japan, Dudley absorbed the most knowledge about their language and culture. They all could talk it, but Dudley basically absorbed it and used a lot of phrases that do not exist in English or have weird translation. He called his mom 'Kaa-san' instead of mother or mom, he also uses honorifics.
"Hmm, interesting. What do you think Harry?" Dumbledore looked at Harry.
"You are on! But what happens if I end in Hufflepuff or Slytherin?"
"Then you will make a compromise, for example if you bet five hundred yen, each of you will receive 250 from the other," Dudley explained once more, while still drawing.
"Makes sense," said James.
"I bet that if I do not get into Ravenclaw, I will become your apprentice as you want me too," said Harry. Dumbledore widened his eyes. He gave Harry this option three years ago, but he refused each time he asked, saying he wants to reach heights with his own power. He would only approach him, for chat or if he needed help.
"Are you sure? This is important to you, it is your way of doing things," Dumbledore said.
"I am sure," Harry replied, full of confidence.
"I originally wanted to give it to you on your first Hogwarts Christmas but I will bet it," he said and waved a hand, until a box appeared on the table in front of Harry, he beckoned for him to open it.
"I-is t-that?" Harry stuttered slightly.
"Your father invisible cloak, but look bellow it," he said and Harry dig his hand inside and took out two thin but long packages.
"Your parent's wands alongside the cloak against you becoming my apprentice," Dumbledore said.
"That is too much!" Harry said quietly.
"It isn't, this just shows how much I value your free will choices," he replied with smile.
"Then I have to make it from platform nine and three quarters without being discovered who I really am, until the Sorting," Harry said.
"Very well," Dumbledore said and pulled out a scroll from his pocket.
"This here is apprentice contract, which you need to sign to be officially my apprentice and nobody will be able to do anything against it. Since you are underage, Petunia will have to sign it as well," he said and unrolled the scroll.
"Since the bet will be decided in Hogwarts I will sign it now, and Harry will keep it, until the day it is finished," she said and sign it with a pen.
"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with it," Dumbledore said to Harry who nodded, still unable to look away from his parent's wands. Said parents were watching the exchange with smile.
"First lets look at the most basic ingredient, and that is water. Yes a water. It is in every potion and without it the potion will not work. Water is easy to work with, but you should be careful when using magic around it and what temperature is there in room, as both can heavily change properties of potion in the end." - Healer's Code; page 8, Potions and its ingredients, fourth paragraph
"Well played Harry, well played," he whispered and clapped for him. Ravenclaws were cheering loudest, they got Potter.
The dinner was quiet affair for Ravenclaw. While most of them were interested where he lived since the attack on Privet Drive, they understood that he should have some personal space.
Harry himself engaged in conversation with few of his year mates. For example Padma Patil was fun to talk to, as she too came from Asia and he was looking forward to talking to her more. Micheal Corner hit him as weird fellow, maybe bit jealous? Anthony Goldstein was a muggleborn so he knew who to talk about Muggles. Terry Boot was and probably will be someone Harry will be able to get on the most. Sue Li was a girl with Chinese origin, something Harry was hoping to talk about as well. He was interested in many different cultures after all.
After the feast, Dumbledore warned everyone to stay away from the Third Floor to not die a horrible death. Harry of course knew what was there. His grandfather told him his theory about Voldemort being alive, but this was a trick to prove it correct.
Whatever was to come, he would be prepared and he will protect his family.
Heya! I am back! And this time I bring a more interesting story and last one! I took some time writing this and preparing the content of the chapter and story, so I hope you will like it.
As you have read, the story will have good Dursleys. I might have changed somethings I know nothing about, and if so I apologize!
The Healer's Code is my own creation and will be used in whole story. Each chapter will give certain amount of information, that will be used later in story, so I would recommend reading them, but I will not force anyone into it. True be told, they are hard to write, since I do not wish to change most of the potion and ingredients info (if you know a list with the ingredients, please let me know).
And since I have introduced Healer's Code, you probably guessed that Harry will aim to be a Healer. Personally I like this profession, but most of the stories I have read covered Harry becoming family man or politician or businessmen.
The katana is important, I can tell you that, it is not a simple heirloom or something like that so yeah.
I should warn you, that there will be few minor crossovers, mostly in terms of powers and skills, sometime even a person may have cameo.
Well, I hope you will read it and you like it!
Please review! I need some good and bad critique!
I hope you enjoyed the first chap!