Willoffire123: Hi everyone! I know what you're thinking, and yes, this is another Harry Potter crossover series. What can I say? I love writing series. I've never been a romantic person at all, so I really don't know how to write a good one-shot. So, here's my next Harry Potter crossover series. (Plus, it's a lot of fun making Harry look like an idiot)

Harry: Hey!

Willoffire123: I'm kidding! You know we all love you Harry.

Harry: I'm glad you don't own me, or Batman Beyond. If you did, I would hate my life even more than I do right now. YOU LEFT US IN THE MINISTRY BACK IN YOUR SOUL EATER CROSSOVER! AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN HERE? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PLAYING HOSTAGE FOR MEDUSA!
Willoffire123: You know, emo boy, you're going to get me into a lot of trouble if the magical fanfiction gods find out that I taught you how to curse like an American. This is an alternate universe. I'm the author, I can do whatever I want here. Before you go any further, on with the show!
Harry: I hate you.

Terry

"Terry! WAKE UP!" came the voice of my best friend, Max Gibson. She wacked me over the head with her textbook.

"Hey! I was already awake. No need to hit me," I whined, taking a bit out of my sandwich. My name is Terry McGinnis. I go to Hamilton High School. I have been living in Gotham City my whole life. I recently moved in with my mom and little brother, Matt McGinnis when my dad was murdered. Before that, my parents were divorced, so, I lived with my dad, and Matt lived with our mom. That's pretty much the story of my life.

"Rough night?" Max asked sympathetically. I nodded, pinching myself in an attempt to stay awake.

"Yeah, KOBRA tried breaking into the Gotham Cryogenics Lab again. The big one that broke my ribs last time obviously survived, since he was there. He wanted me dead, and badly," I said under my breath. We were at lunch, overhearing a conversation was extremely easy, so we had to be extra careful.

"Terry, I hate to brake it to you but , everyone you face wants you dead," said Max, rolling her eyes as she took a slurp of her shake. Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to mention about me. You see, I'm up stopping Cobra and other crime all over Gotham every night because I'm Batman. Hey, anything's possible right? I met Bruce Wayne, stuff happened, he hired me to be the new Batman, since he'd retired nearly 20 years ago… it's complicated.

"Point," I said. I felt a vibrating in my jacket pocket. I turned to Max. "Slag it. It's my JLU communicator. Be back in a sec."

I hurried outside, climbed my favorite tree, concealed myself in the branches, and opened my communicator. A hologram of Superman sprouted out of it.

"I'm here," I grumbled.

"Terry, I have a new mission request for you. Our client specifically requested you. Get up to Watchtower, now," said Superman. Without waiting for an answer, he hung up.

"Tch, slag it," I said to myself, jumping out of the tree and heading back inside to lunch.

"What'd he want?" asked Max as soon as I reached the table. I beckoned her to come with me, since Chelsea Cummings, Blade Summer, Howie Groote, and my girlfriend Dana Tam had joined Max at the table.

"I'm being called to the Watchtower. Can you-" I started

"Yeah, I'll cover, don't get yourself killed," said Max, already walking back to the table.

I smirked. "You know me too well, Max." With that, I hurried outside to get to my bike. I have a trip to space waiting for me, I'll need my suit.

AT THE JUSTICE LEAGUE WATCHTOWER

Batman

"What do you want, Clark?" I grunted as I entered through the doors of the Monitor's Womb. Superman sat in the swivel chair in front of the giant monitor. We used these monitors to keep an eye on what the world, and the rest of the JLU was doing. The monitors picked up any signs of criminal activity, or natural disasters, then gave us an image of which member of the JLU would be best suited for the job. That doesn't mean that we always trust the monitor's judgment though, about the picking a hero to do certain tasks.

"Our client should be here any second now," said Superman. "You might want to start packing, this is a year long mission. You'll be going to a school for wizards and witches in England. The headmaster wants you to play undercover bodyguard for some kid named Harry Potter, and add you to the security of the school. I've already informed Bruce."

"And I've already packed," I said coolly. Superman gave a small smile. "I forgot how paranoid Bruce always was. Ah well. Guess it runs in the Bat Clan family."

"It's not paranoia," I said calmly. "Merely thinking a step ahead, Boy Scout."

Superman groaned. "And that nickname's back, huh?"

I didn't get to answer. For at that moment, an old man in a dress popped into existence in front of Superman.

"Who are you?" I demanded. Batarang out.

"Easy, Batman," said Superman, standing up to shake the old man's hand. "This is our client. Albus Dumbledore."

The old man turned around to get a look at me. He smiled. "It is an honor to meet you, Batman. Might I ask you to remove your mask?"

"No," I said flatly. Albus Dumbledore looked taken aback at my answer.

"How old are you?" he tried.

"None of your business," I answered.

"Batman, if you're going to be going undercover at this school, Dumbledore will need you to take off your mask at some point in time. You know the protocol. We'll do the mind-sweep if he reveals either of our identities," said Superman.

"You're the one who's always so ready to give away his identity," I grumbled under my breath, hooking three fingers under the back of my mask, and pulling it off with the other hand.

"I'm 16. You can call me Terry Wayne, for now," I said, stretching out my hand.

"I take it that that's not your real name?" he asked.

"No, it's not," I said, caught half-way between a lie. "But I am 16."

"To join a group of superheroes, the Justice League no-less, at such a young age…" Dumbledore trailed off.

"Batman was recruited when he was 14. As you can see from his display earlier, he is fully qualified for the job," said Superman. "He's already been de-briefed, and he's packed."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Splendid! Now then," he said, taking out a plastic water bottle from his dress pocket. "I'm afraid that I can't disapparate from space as easily as I can apparate into space. We'll have to take this Port Key. I will take you to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. Tom the Landlord will show you to a room."

"Report in when you reach the Inn," said Superman. "Does the Justice League have permission to take turns keeping an eye on Gotham?"

I nodded. In any other situation, I would say no immediately. But I knew that Gotham couldn't stay quiet for half an hour, let alone a whole year.

I put my cowl back on. "We'll have to find time for you to change into civilian clothing before taking you to the Inn," said Dumbledore. With reluctance, I left the room to go change

5 MINUTES LATER

I came back into the Monitor's Womb, dressed in my normal clothes.

"Excellent," said Dumbledore, sticking out the water bottle. "Mr. Wayne, if you would."

I shrugged, touching the water bottle. With a sudden lurch, my world turned upside down, only to be replaced by an almost empty bar.

I glared at Dumbledore. "I don't like surprises," I said menacingly.

"My apologies, I should have warned you of the process of taking a Port Key," Dumbledore apologized. A crippled old man came hobbling down the stairs to greet us.

*This must be the landlord,* I thought, making a mental note to do a background check on the inn and any connections it might have to whatever I was being called in for to protect this school from.

"Tom, I trust that you have the room ready for Mr. Wayne?" asked Dumbledore. Tom nodded, beckoning me forward.

"I will see you again very soon, Mr. Wayne," said Dumbledore as Tom hobbled away. "A note will be sent to you within three days time with further instructions. Investigate any suspicious activity on Knockturn alley while you're here," he ordered.

I nodded. "Understood," and with that, I followed Tom to my room. It was relatively the same size as my bedroom back in Gotham. I swear, I could hear whispers coming from the enormous mirror next to the bed. I got to work, unpacking and, more importantly, setting up my entire room with wire taps, bugs, recording cameras, and everything else I used for surveillance.

"Ahh…much better," I said to myself. Then I flopped onto the bed.

*I'll have to run a background check on this Harry Potter kid in the morning,* I thought to myself. *See why he's so important for the JLU to give protection for, that he had to drag me out of my life at random, to go play babysitter at some school for mini-Zatanna's,* and the image of Zatanna making her doves attack the rest of the JLU again (It was not pretty), I reluctantly feel asleep.

Willoffire123: So? What did you guys think? For anyone who's wondering, no, I'm definitely not giving up on 'Paper Phoenix'. I told you before, I intend to see that one through to the very end, as I do for this one.

Harry: Oh, joy.

Kid: At least I'm not in it.

Willoffire123: No, you're not, which means you have to go back to that cave thing in the Ministry, and your Dementor nightmare, and being under Medusa's foot. While Harry can stay here, blissfully ignorant of the hell he's going to go through in this story, but for now, he's blissfully asleep in his bed at the Weasely's.

Kid: I hate you

Harry: That makes two of us

Willoffire123: Until next time!