Author's Note

This is my entry for the whitetigerwolf's Harry/Trinity Challenge, using the Harry/Kara pairing. This takes place the summer after Voldemort's defeat and Bruce's return from the grave at the end of Final Crisis. Harry is 17 almost 18, Kara is 18.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or DC Comics

Chapter 01

A young man stood on the waters edge, letting the dark water of the Aegean Sea rush over his feet and ankles as he stared at the horizon. To say that the young man was confused would be an understatement. The seventeen, soon to be eighteen, year old Harry Potter had just completed the only goal he had ever really had in life, and now he didnt know what to do. His weeks spent in the Mediterranean had done him well. His once pale skin was bronzed, his swimming trunks showing his toned, but not overly muscled calves, while his white muscle-shirt did the same for his strong but thin arms.

All in all he had a swimmer's build, or an acrobat's, or, as was the case, a Quidditch player's. His messy raven hair stuck up in the back as he watched the sky turn from a deep purple to a cascading orange, reminding him of his now truly ex-girlfriends hair. Ginny, it turned out, didn't appreciate being left alone while Harry played the hero and hunted down his arch-nemesis's Horcruxs. Not that Harry could really blame her, and over the ten months that they didn't see one another, she had fallen for Harry's friend, Neville Longbottom, a rugged well built young man now covered in scars.

While Harry had moved in the shadows against the Dark Lord, Neville had taken up the resistance in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, leading Dumbledores Army against the Death Eaters that had taken control. Now though, school was out, summer had begun two weeks ago, and the castle in Hogsmeade Valley that served at the school had been closed for repairs after the war. Crystal green eyes didnt flinch as the orange fireball peaked over the distant horizon. He had done this every day since the last battle, merely watched the sunrise on one more day that he felt completely useless.

The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt had granted those who fought in the war automatic Auror positions without taking their N.E.W.T.s. However, the wizard didn't know if he wanted to spend his life working for the government that had smeared his name and placed him as the most wanted man in the country for months. Sure the Death Eaters were gone, but that didn't change the fact that the Ministry was still as corrupt as it always had been, not even Kingsley could change that yet.

Reaching his waist line, he felt the wand he kept hidden strapped to his thigh, in case he was attacked even on vacation. It was a show of just how paranoid he had become, he supposed. He had left on vacation with only a note for his best friends Hermione and Ron, saying he was going on vacation, but not where or how long. There was always the chance they were polyjuiced impersonators, or under the Imperious Curse. He almost felt ashamed that he would think such a thing, but then again he had done it himself more times than he was going to admit even to himself.

Turning his back on the sea he began to walk up the worn rocks that served as stepping stones back up to the five mile path to Athens. Reaching the paved road back to the ancient city he felt himself stiffen as the wind brushed through the trees lining the path, the high grass swinging back and forth and the rustle of leaves were very similar to the swish of a cloak or robes brushing along the ground. It a struggle against his very instincts not to grab his wand and begin blasting into the sparse foliage like Mad-Eye Moody would have done, after all, he himself owned an Invisibility Cloak.

It was difficult acclimating himself to the Muggle (Non-Magical) world. He had spent the last seven years predominately in a world where electronics didnt work and the world had changed a great deal in the seven years he was at Hogwarts. Cassettes were out, CDs where in, cars were faster and sleeker and far more expensive. Hell, even Dudleys favorite cartoon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, had been replaced by something called Dragon Ball Z. All in all it was a very confusing time.

Muggles could fly now, not just in airplanes, helicopters, rockets or shuttles anymore, but he had seen a man in blue spandex and red underwear, boots and cape, flying without anything supporting him, he even had a big red 'S' on his chest! Only Voldemort and Snape had been able to do that. Speaking of Snape, if anyone thought that the memories he had seen the night of the final battle was changing his opinion of the slimy, greasy, disgustingly inhuman Potions Master, they were sadly mistaken. The guy was trying to protect his ass! The man had once threatened him with a Ministry controlled truth serum on the random belief Harry was stealing from him!

The good thing about the last two weeks is it had given the youth the chance to reevaluate the people in his life. Hermione was fine, she had stuck with him through thick and thin, except for sixth year when she had seemed to do a total one eighty, and that was only because Ron was acting well like Ron! Honestly, Harry didnt see that friendship continuing now that they were in the real world. Ron had been his first friend, but the git had walked out on him to many times to be considered a trusted ally.

Fred was dead, but George had made Harry an equal partner in Weasley Wizard Wheezes and between the profit the store was making, the money his parents had left him, and the galleons the Ministry had shelled out for his defeat of Voldemort, he had been able to pay the Goblins for the damage to Gringotts fairly easily and still have enough money to buy a Villa here in Athens if he wanted. Neville had come through as a true friend, and he was happy to have the no longer pudgy and forgetful man as a friend, even if he was dating Ginny.

In what must have been no time, but for Harry, it felt like it took far too long (Damn you, Mad-Eye!), Harry reached the hotel he was staying at and grabbed a couple of donuts from a box on the counter before going up to the elevator and pushing the up button. Looking to see if anyone was watching, and spying the only camera pointed towards the front desk and not the elevator, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a quick revealing spell. Satisfied that the donuts weren't poisoned or magically enhanced in any way, he took a bite from a chocolate glazed one and chewed on it until the elevator opened.,

Stepping inside he pushed the button for his floor and ate his measly breakfast as he hummed along to the elevator music, apparently a Greek version of a song call Tubthumping by Chumbawamba, a popular song if he wasnt mistaken, he was certain he heard it in the airport in London, then on his headphones in the plane, then in the airport here in Athens, in the cab on the way to the airport, and now on the elevator nearly every single time he got in it, though it was catchy.

Getting to his room he used his key card, now Harry understood Ron's dad's obsession with Muggle Electronics (just how did these things work?), to open the door and slip inside. The T.V. was set on the only English speaking news show he could find still turned on as it drowned out the sound of the honeymooning couple in the adjacent room who hadnt left their room in nearly three days except for short trips out to get something to eat. Flopping down on the bed he wondered exactly what he was supposed to do with his life now. Voldemort had been the be all and end all for so long, that now that that part of his life was over, he didnt know what to do.

He had never been able to see anything beyond the Dark Lord and his bald, pale, nose-less, lip-less, red eyed face. He had felt like this exactly twice in his life before. When he had discovered he was a wizard, or more precisely told he was a wizard when he was eleven and the night Sirius had been killed and he had been told the prophesy by Dumbledore. Both times he had been lost and confused heading into new territory, and now he was facing the same crisis again.

Deciding to shower, he took a quick rinse off under the water, and pulled on a pair of baggy jean shorts and pulled his muscle shirt back on before leaving to spend another day wandering aimlessly around the half ancient and half high-tech city he was currently in. Walking out of the hotel he stepped onto the sidewalk, glad he had his brown flip-flops on to avoid the burning of the concrete during the summer day, and headed to a nearby coffee shop. Soon he had an espresso in hand and took careful sips off the hot beverage as he headed into town, the unfamiliar feel of a wallet pressing against his backside.

He stopped in front of a store that was more shaped like a small fortress. Its large windows showing walls lined with mannequins wearing rather expensive suits. Slowly a smile formed on his face, wondering what the Dursleys would say if he showed up on their doorstep wearing Armani or something else high end. Smirking he pushed open the heavy wooden and glass door, and felt the wave of air-conditioned air pass over his warm skin.

The woman behind the sales desk took one look at him in his flip-flops, baggy shorts, and messy hair and instantly turned her nose up at him. Narrowing his eyes at the woman he turned his attention to the store, noticing a small knot of people near the ladies clothing section. Several were obviously native and judging by the glint on their chest worked at the story. Two men stood out, one wearing an overpriced black Armani suit and the other a low end Big and Tall suit of blue and red. Both men were hunched over with their arms full of clothing, as two women were throwing dresses, blouses and skirts into their open arms.

Chuckling he looked at the two shopping women. One was older than he was, with long wavy black hair, dressed in a tight black skirt that showed off nearly everything she had to offer and a loose blue blouse, which was buttoned to reveal cleavage. She was wearing black high heels and flesh toned pantyhose, as she threw clothes into the arms of the Armani wearing raven haired man, who seemed to be quite pale when Harry looked closer. The other girl was not as fashionable, dressed in tight blue jeans that took effort on Harrys part to look away from, a pair of pink converse sneakers, and a Metallica band shirt, black with word 'Metallica' in white and peeling. Her blond hair fell down her back in a cascade of gold and the way the sunlight from the window hit her seemed to make her glow.

She and the man in the Walmart suit, who appeared to be a relative, were much more tanned then the other man, while the raven haired woman looked like she had spent her entire life in the sun. Shaking his head Harry went to the suits and began to look at some of them. Taking a pair of pants off the rack he noticed that he had absolutely no idea what size he was. The Dursleys had always given him his massive cousins hand-me-downs, and Madame Malkins had always measured him for his robes. Suddenly feeling very out of place he began to put the white pair of pants back on the rack when a strong hand stopped him.

Looking over his shoulder he saw the pale man standing behind him, and a huffing woman in the distance trying to pick up the clothes she was waiting to purchase off a nearby seat. "You look about as lost as I usually feel whenever I come into one of these places." The man said with a goofy grin on his face, his blue eyes gleaming happily through the wrinkles that appeared when he smiled. "Let me guess, you have no idea what size you are since the measuring system is different here, huh?"

"Something like that," Harry admitted looking at the slacks in his hands. "I never had my own clothes before, and when I went to secondary school the lady who sold the uniforms always measured me, but never told me exactly what the measurements were." He admitted blushing sheepishly at exactly how stupid that sounded, not that he could actually mention he went to magic school, and he sure as hell wasnt talking to a stranger about the Dursleys.

"Not a problem at all, come on, Ive got some pull in places like this." The man said happily as he turned to lead Harry back to the group. "By the way, the name's Bruce, Bruce Wayne." He introduced himself as he lead Harry over to the group he was with. "This is Diana Prince, Clark Kent and his cousin Kara Kent." He said motioning to the raven haired woman, man with glasses, and blond haired girl respectively. "So, who are you, and when can we expect your parents in here to pay for everything." He said with a chuckle which quieted when he saw the youth's eyes darken.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He said his green eyes looking down at the floor. "My parents wont be coming, I'm an orphan. He admitted, "They were killed along time ago by a mad man." Harry paused almost called Voldemort by name. "But I got him back." He muttered to himself, not aware that two of the people surrounding him could have heard his comment even if he was nearly on the other side of the planet. "But I can pay for everything." He said once again speaking clearly. "They left me a lot of money, and I have an investment in a joke shop that is really doing well, Im half partner, so I get half the profit."

"Ah, well then, Harry, I believe Miss," Bruce paused to look at the name tag on one of the women waiting on them, spending a few extra seconds staring before lady, Diana, whacked him in the shoulder. "Miss Zoi, here will get you fitted." The Billionaire of Gotham said with a forced, yet genuine looking smile before the buxom blond, wearing a bit too much makeup and far too tight a dress pouted and motioned for Harry to follow her down the aisle to a heavy black curtain. Once the two of them were inside, Diana asked the other attendant if they could have a moment, leaving the bereft girl to move back over to the counter.

Bruce's blue eyes cut to Clarks frowning face, the goofy grin gone and a serious looking overcoming the bachelor's own face. "No need to ask, he said he got him back." Clark said as he took of his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Honestly Bruce, the look in his eyes, it's like he's been through a war, getting the man who killed his parents, lots of money, the hair, if I didn't know better, I would say you had a clone." The reporter, as was Clark's job, shook his head as he finished.

"He's probably angry, lost and confused." Diana said looking at the curtain, her chocolate brown eyes staring at it like she might be able to see through it. "If we aren't careful, we could have another Batman on our hands." She said with a glance at Bruce who stiffened and looked around. "He already acts nearly as paranoid as you do, he took complete stock of us when he walked in, probably making sure we aren't a threat." She said quietly before putting her hands on her hips. "The last thing we need is a free agent attacking jaywalkers or possibly killing anyone who he feels is a threat."

"You're forgetting something." Bruce said darkly, looking at Diana through harsh eyes. "A vigilante isn't the worse thing someone can become. He makes it sound like he's already taken a life, so what's stopping him from continuing? It supposedly gets easier with each one, soon it isn't just the bad guys he could be taking out, it could be a politician he doesn't agree with, a man merely kissing his girlfriend in an ally instead of a mugger. He'll need guidance. But for now I say we watch him, we'll be in the area for a while, with Kara going to Themyscira to continue to combat training, we can make sure to bump into him again."

"I agree with the grumpy ass." The youngest of the group suddenly spoke up, nearly making them jump since she had been so quiet all the up to this point. "He definitely deserves to be watched more closely." She said with a smirk. Focusing her blue eyes on the dark curtain she almost managed to get her X-ray vision going before she felt her head twisted by her Cousin Clark's hand and her X-ray showed her what was beneath the woman at the counter's dress. "Oh my God, Clark, that's disgusting!" The blond growled before shaking off her cousins hand, and glaring at other two people who were smirking at her, and obviously trying not to laugh.

"If it's agreed, I think we should stick with Harry for the day." Bruce said his blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. "I promised myself I would stop doing this, but, if Harry is agreeable and can be useful, I'll offer him a job at Wayne Enterprises. With Batman Incorporated going worldwide, I'll be busy, and Dick and Damien could probably use another hand in Gotham. We could always use a new Nightwing." He said as he crossed his arms and waited for Harry to finish getting measured.

AN: Thank you Rockthecasba for allowing me to continue this story. Some small changes such as grammer, but everything else is the same.