Possible story ideas

by The Golden Dragon Lord

Just a place to dump all of my ideas that I've come up and have no idea if I'm going to continue it or not. I got crossovers, song fics, random insanity, real plots, and everything else I can think of. Tell me what you think and if anyone wants to try their own version, go for it. Rated T at max.

1. Dyna-Girl

Hey! Had this idea going through my head for awhile and figured I would post something here. Not sure if this is good or not but tell me what you think. I don't own anything. Harry Potter is purely J.K. Rowling and I don't own DC either.

Harry Potter/DC crossover

Danielle was exhausted.

She had been on her own for a week and was starting to lose her nerve. The Dursleys had abandoned her out in the middle of Metropolis when they had gone for a business meeting/vacation. Apparently, when Vernon found out that the meeting with Lex Luthor fell through, he needed something to take his anger out on. Just too bad that was his niece.

Berating her that it had been her fault that Lexcorp and Grunnings couldn't come to an understanding, he smacked her around a bit before leaving her barely conscious form in the closest park. Waking up, she realized that their flight back to Britain had left hours ago and she was on her own.

Something that was both a blessing and a curse, as she had been mostly on her own from the beginning. She had taken some money from the Dursleys when she knew they hadn't been looking but now that was gone. Sighing, she trudged through the alleyway she had taken up residence to see if she could take something to eat.

She didn't like stealing but what other choice was there? She was seven for goodness sake! It's not like she could have found a job or whatever for money.

Not finding anything nearby, she tried uptown for better scrounging. Walking the streets, she passed a newsstand that said that there was some new superhero in town that was starting to save people. He apparently went by Superman.

Shrugging, not believing in everything she read in a paper, she kept walking. Passing some building called 'The Daily Planet' she found some guy that looked like a total pushover. He was wearing a simple business suit and glasses and carrying a briefcase. He looked pretty buff actually but his demeanor just screamed naïve and stupid.

Smirking slightly, she passed him without looking at him, carefully snatching the guy's wallet as they passed. She had gotten pretty good at pickpocketing out of necessity and she hadn't been caught yet. Unknown to her, it was because her hand moved so fast that no one actually saw it happen.

"Hey!"

Busted, knowing that the business guy somehow knew it was her, she ran for it. Breathing heavily, she was running as fast as she could, which was actually so fast that everything was blurring around her. Looking back, she saw that he was somehow running as fast as she was. How was that possible?

Ducking into an alley, she made a few random turns and wound up completely lost with no clue where she was. The business man was nowhere in sight so that was a plus. Sighing in relief, she was about to try to figure out how to get back 'home' when she realized she had accidently walked into gang territory.

The walls were covered in graffiti and loud rock music could be heard now that she wasn't in full fight or flight mode. She took a step back when several gang members, all wearing baggy jeans, baseball caps, and t-shirts made an appearance from behind old cars or trashcans. They also were holding various weapons like guns, chains, bats, and a few broken pipes.

"Well, well," said one of the gang members, probably the leader, as he walked toward her. "What do we have here? A little runaway? A spy from that gang downtown? What should we do with her boys?"

He was a large guy maybe in his late teens or early twenties. He was holding a knife that he was spinning in his palm, obviously knowing how to use it.

"I, I just got lost," said Danielle, trying to back out of the alleyway. "I'll leave and-"

"I don't think so," said one of the other members, holding a bat. "J.C., you know that Tony is trying to take over and sending a rat is just like him." He moved closer to Danielle, smacking the bat into his palm threateningly.

Danielle was terrified and couldn't move. Breathing heavily, she figured this would be where she would die. She couldn't possibly be able to fight off all these guys at once and they were blocking all the exits.

"I think you should leave her alone."

The voice that said that was coming from above them. Looking up, she and the gang members saw a man dressed in blue tights, a red cape and a red and yellow shield emblem on his chest with an S on it. He was tall, about 6' 4", with short dark hair. He was hovering about ten feet off the ground before he landed, giving everyone except Danielle a death glare.

"Who's this flying freak?" asked one guy holding a chain. "Whatever, I'm sure we can take him."

He swung out the chain in an attempt to attack but the man just grabbed the chain and used it bring the guy closer to him. "Son, you don't want to do that." He threw him aside but it was clear he could have thrown the gang member through a brick wall if he wanted to.

"Nobody disses my crew," said the leader, holding his gun. "Get him!"

It was a pretty one sided fight as none of their weapons worked on the flying man. He either let the bats break on his chest, burned the pipes with beams of heat from his eyes, or just avoided everything.

Danielle saw this as her chance to escape. Moving over to a now free exit, she moved to make a break for it. The leader apparently saw her however and leveled his gun while the others were distracted. With a bang and a well placed shot, Danielle yelled out when she felt the bullet hit her in the leg. Not enough to kill her but it should have impeded her from leaving.

Instead, she was stunned when the bullet shattered when it hit her skin. She was completely fine. The shock of everything over the last week and this fight was too much for her and she slumped to the ground, completely unconscious.

The superhero saw Danielle shot and decided to make this quick. Taking out the rest of the gang members by knocking them out, he hurried over to the red haired girl that had passed out. He was just as surprised as Danielle had been when he didn't see any blood and that the bullet had broken against her.

Concerned, he scooped her up, finding her surprisingly light, even for him, and flew off, taking her to the one place he knew of that might hold answers.

XXXXXX

In a crystal fortress far off in the arctic, Superman lied the red haired girl that had tried to pickpocket him as Clark Kent on a bed. He was completely confused about how this seemingly ordinary girl had stopped a bullet and had only fainted from shock.

He had only been Superman for a short time, about six months, and so far he had only run into common street thugs in Metropolis so far. He had honestly fought more powerful forces back in his childhood home of Smallville Kansas. Maybe it was the tights or the cape?

The last surviving son of Krypton, he had dedicated his life to try to help people with his powers. Born Kal-El of Krypton but raised Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for the Daily Planet, he had the perfect opportunity to learn of disasters as they were happening so he could go off to save the day.

He had just finished a hard day of work with his coworker Lois Lane and was coming out of the building as Clark Kent when he felt a hand take his wallet as he was passing a red haired girl. If it wasn't for the fact he was Kryptonian, he wouldn't have felt it as she was apparently that good.

Chasing after her more for information than anything else, he was surprised when she ran off with super speed. Figuring it was the Wally West thing all over again, he chased after her only for him to lose her. Changing into his Superman outfit that he wore under his regular clothes, he found her being threatened by those street goons. Now, he was more curious than anything else as he wondered who she was.

"Computer, scan the person on the bed for any super abilities."

A green light from the fortress scanned the young girl from head to toe, trying to find anything different about her than a normal human.

After a moment the green light faded and Superman turned to the fortress. "Anything?"

A few more moments passed before the fortress replied. "Subject is seven years old at a height of 3' 7" and 70 lbs. Found traces of malnourishment that has gone on for years but has not been life threatening until seven days ago. Physical abuse detected from various old injuries that has not been healed properly. Increased need for nourishment activated buried old Kryptonian bloodline."

"Kryptonian bloodline? She's descended from a Kryptonian?"

"Working…done. Subject comes from the Kryptonian Pev-Rell, a scientist who lived on Krypton before migrating to Earth when she was banished by the Kryptonian council a thousand years ago."

"Why was she banished?"

"Pev-Rell was banished for studying magic, which the council outlawed as it interfered with science and technology, which they felt was more important. Pev-Rell discovered super abilities on Earth in addition to magic and had three sons. Subject is descended from the youngest brother."

Superman thought about everything the computer told him. This girl was somewhat Kryptonian and needed training on how to use her powers. But he had no idea who to go to if she did indeed have magic as well. "What is her name?"

"Cannot be determined."

"Guess I'll have to ask her myself," he sighed. While he was good with the public in general so far, he really didn't know how to deal with children. He had an idea of what to do with her though but she would have to agree to it and he had no idea how she would take it.

"How long until she wakes?"

"Right now," muttered the girl before the computer could. Clutching her head in pain, she didn't know what was going on and wasn't taking any chances. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked around and saw that she was surrounded by a huge crystal room. The man from before also there but he was sitting down next to her, looking at her curiously. "What's going on?"

Superman took in a deep breath. "First, I would like to introduce myself. I'm Superman, but my real name is Clark Kent, the guy you tried to pickpocket earlier today."

The red head didn't seem remorseful or anything. "I take it you want your wallet back. Fine. I don't care anymore." She pulled out the item and threw it over her shoulder and onto the floor before slumping down on the bed, eyes closed.

"Anything wrong?"

The girl looked at him and his heart almost broke at the look in her eyes. They looked broken, like she really didn't care about her life anymore. "Anything wrong," she muttered. "I have no family, no friends, no one that cares about me at all. I could die right now and no one would lift a finger or morn for a second. Why do you even care?"

Superman was deeply disturbed by what she said but he wasn't giving her up just because she had. "No family at all?"

She sighed. "None that care for me. I was raised by my aunt and uncle but they abandoned me in the streets for me being a freak. I don't know my parents at all. I've been living on the streets for a week and I know there's no sympathy for me. I have no idea what to do."

The man of steel looked at her, concerned. She seemed so lost and confused, with no one to turn to. "If you want to, I know of a couple that could take you in. My parents are used to supernatural powers and you definitely showed off some. They could help you."

She seemed to go through several emotions; relief, anxiety, suspicion, depression, and happiness, to name a few. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. I'll meet them and see where we go from there."

Clark nodded and held out his hand, which she looked at dubiously. "Can I at least know your name?"

She looked at him, as if gauging his worth. Finally, she took the hand. "I'm Danielle."

He rose an eyebrow. "Just Danielle? What about your last name?"

Danielle shrugged, now getting off the bed. "Never found out. My aunt and uncle never told me and I only found out my first name on my first day of school."

Clark repressed the urge to find these people and let him know of his displeasure. Finally, he turned to her again. "How about we get you some food at my parent's house? Maybe get you some clothes that fit you?"

Danielle looked at the clothes she was wearing and had to admit that she could use some new ones. She was wearing some of Dudley's old cast offs when the Dursleys left her and they were huge for her then. Now it looked she was swimming in her clothes after she had lost weight she couldn't afford to lose in the first place.

She took the superhero's hand, figuring that she could have picked worse people to go with.

XXXXX

Martha Kent was a hard working wife for an even harder working husband on their farm in Smallville. While it didn't bring in a huge amount of money, the farm was their life and it was enough for them to live comfortably as long as they didn't buy anything too extragavent. It was a comfortable life and they were happy with it.

Almost twenty-five years ago, they had had quite a shock. Martha had still been reeling with the news that she couldn't get pregnant due to some injury she got when she was younger. Jonathan, her husband, had been just as devastated that he would never be a father but he never loved his wife less. The week after had changed that.

While driving home from the store, a sudden meteor shower had rained down space rocks onto the sleepy town of Smallville, almost killing several people. Stopping the car when they saw a huge something that wasn't a rock almost hit them from the sky, they found that it was an alien space craft.

Martha, despite Jonathan's warning, moved closer to the spaceship and found a sleeping baby boy inside. To Martha, it was perfect. She figured out pretty quickly that he was probably the last of his kind and his real parents must have wanted him to survive.

Packing the boy and the spaceship into the truck, they named him Clark Kent and filed the proper paperwork to adopt him officially. When no one claimed him as theirs, which Martha knew no one would anyway, the courts had proclaimed them Clark's legal guardians and parents.

Raising him had proven to be a challenge but they wouldn't have traded it for the world. Yes, it was a bit harder than normal parents when their son was using super speed without him knowing about it until later, or that he could lift the tractor without trying, but they got through it. The big shocker however when he showed them that he could fly, although considering his other gifts, it shouldn't have been.

After he graduated from high school, Clark went to the Arctic and formed the Fortress of Solitude where he got training on how to use his powers from experts. Now he was working at the Daily Planet as a reporter while helping people as Superman.

Martha knew that the world needed a symbol of hope and justice in the world and if that was her son, than she would be proud of him for that. At least he should be better than that vigilante over in Gotham that terrified the criminals by dressing like a giant bat.

She was currently cleaning up the kitchen after some baking when she heard a soft thud outside that meant that Clark was home. Smiling, she knew that it was now dinner time and her boy had come home for the meal. "Come in Clark!"

The screen door opened to reveal Clark in his everyday clothes, usual for spending time on the farm, and someone else. Martha saw that it was a girl about the age of six to eight with dark red hair, hazel eyes, and dressed in dirty clothes that were far too big for her. The girl was looking around curiously while holding Clark's hand, although it was clear that she wasn't used to an adult doing so.

"Clark, good to see you," said Martha, happy that he was home. "And who's this?"

"Hello Ma, good to see you again. This is Danielle, we ran into each other and she seems to be gifted if you catch my drift." Clark made sure to leave the implied fact that the young girl had powers out there.

"Ah," Martha got the hint right away and bent down to look at the young girl in the eyes. "Glad to meet you dear. Are you hungry?"

Before Danielle could reply, a loud rumble from her stomach got their attention and she blushed. "Yes, Mrs. Kent, that would be nice."

At least the girls had manners, even if she looked like she had come out of a dumpster. Clark looked at her and told her in a quiet voice that Danielle couldn't hear. "She's had some hard times recently and hasn't been eating regularly. If you could start her off with something light-"

Martha nodded right away. She knew that people who weren't used to big meals instantly started eating like that, their bodies wouldn't accept it right away. Still, the poor girl looked so thin that she had to stop her instincts of feeding her half the food in their pantry right away.

"We're just waiting for your father, Clark, he should be here soon," said Martha. "Dinner is almost ready so it shouldn't take too long. Danielle, would you like to clean up?"

Danielle didn't look like she knew how to answer that. "Mrs. Kent, I would love to but I don't have any other clothes with me, so-"

"It's alright dear," said Martha, smiling. "I never like to just throw anything away so I think there's still some of my old clothes lying around. They probably won't fit you perfectly but they'll last until we can go shopping."

Danielle was about to say something else when Clark smiled and bent down to her. "You might as well just let her do it. You're fighting a losing battle here."

The girl hesitated, before nodding. "Could you show me where the bathroom is then?"

Clark nodded. "Sure, and Ma-"

"Clean clothes as well will be waiting for her," she finished for him. She had a feeling what her son was going to ask of her and she had to admit, while raising a son was rewarding, she never thought she would care for a daughter or granddaughter before. The poor dear had obviously had a hard life but it would get better, she was sure of it.

Going off to find some of her old clothes when she was Danielle's size, she managed to find some outfits that would fit her. Choosing something that the red head might like, Clark found her in her closet. "Thanks for this Ma."

Martha waved him off. "No problem dear, it looks like she needs it." She paused for a moment. "Are you planning on having her stay here for awhile?"

Clark sighed. "I really haven't thought that far ahead yet. I think that the farm would be good for her though. Ma, I saw that she has at least some of the powers I have and might have some I don't. I didn't think that the government would be a good idea to handle her case, thanks to her powers, and she doesn't even know her last name."

Martha's eyes widened. "Poor dear." She picked up the clothes. "Your father and I will talk about this but I think we would be willing to take her in. I always wanted another female influence in the house. Lana was good to have around here but after you two didn't work out-"

"Ma, please," said Clark, now blushing. He really didn't want to talk about his childhood crush and sweetheart.

Martha smiled, "Sorry dear, but you have to admit that you walked into that one."

The man of steel just sighed.

Meanwhile, Danielle was amazed that she got the whole bathroom to herself. The Dursleys never gave her enough time to do even half of the things she wanted to do and now she apparently had all the time in the world. Taking off Dudley's old clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror.

She grimaced, the past week had not been kind to her. Her usually immaculate dark red hair was dirty and tangled, like she had rolled around in dirt and grease. Her ribs were clearly visible and her stomach had sunken in, giving her a starved look. Just below her collarbone, was a scar in the shape of a bolt of lightning that she had never been able to understand. Looking down, she saw that her leg where the bullet had hit her looked perfect, like nothing had happened at all.

Everything suddenly came crashing down on her and she had to hug herself to keep from falling apart. Failing that, she sank to her knees, tears coming to her eyes. What was going on with her? By all rights, she should at least have felt pain from being shot and instead, nothing had happened. How had she run so fast that everything was a blur?

Taking deep breaths, hoping that Clark could help her through her problems, she finally started the shower. She would have taken a bath to relax her more but the amount of dirt on her body proved that to be a bad idea.

Deeming the water temperature acceptable, she couldn't stop the moan from coming out of her mouth as wonderful warm water hit her body. It had been so long since she had had the luxury of a shower that she was taking full advantage of it.

Letting the water wash away most of the dirt, she grabbed the soap and started scrubbing the rest of it off her body. The wet washcloth managed to clear her body of dirt and grime, leaving it the pale shade she had had before. Letting go of the cloth, she reached for the shampoo, hoping that Martha wouldn't mind if she used some of hers.

By the time she was done, she felt much better now that she was clean. She still looked like a skeleton, but now it didn't bother her as much. Seeing some clothes for her, she held them up finding that it was nice red and yellow summer dress. Not really her style but just glad that she could change out of Dudley's rags, she relished putting them on. Since when did having clean clothes touch her skin become such a luxury?

Looking into the mirror again, she smiled that the dress hid the malnourished body she had. Taking a hairbrush, she started brushing out her waist length red hair. Working out the few knots the washing had put into it, she was happy with the smooth glossy look it had again. The Dursleys had never understood the fact that she liked her hair, especially Petunia who gave her a haircut about twice a week only for it to grow back the next night.

Satisfied with her new look, she looked at the rags she had called clothes at one point and happily threw them away, never wanting to look at or wear them again. Leaving the bathroom, she wondered for how much longer she could enjoy this. Martha seemed nice but could she put up with her? True, she had raised Clark who also had powers or whatever she had but would it be extended to her? Only time would tell.

XXXXX

Jonathan Kent had apparently been told the situation before he had entered the house so he didn't look surprised at Danielle's presence. He seemed to be a kind and gentle man who loved his farm and his family, willing to do anything to protect either one. And until further notice, that included Danielle. Overall, the Kents decided to treat her as family and while it was strange, she had to admit that it was nice. When dinner was done, Danielle moved over to do the dishes when Martha stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I'll do that dear. Why don't you go up to the room Clark and I prepared for you?"

Danielle looked at her like a deer in the headlights. Before she slowly nodded and went up the staircase where Clark was waiting for her, waiting to show her to a spare bedroom.

When she was out of sight, Martha looked over at Jonathan. "Poor dear. You think she was forced to clean up after her aunt and uncle?"

Jonathan glanced at where Danielle had went up the stairs and nodded with a glare. "Sadly, I would think yes. Danielle seems to have been almost trained to put up with anything they could come up with, including cooking and cleaning."

"She's only seven," said Martha sadly, starting to do the dishes. "No child should have to do that."

"I agree," said Jonathan. "But there are quite a few monsters in the world." He paused and smiled. "Looks like I have some help for the farm now. At least part time."

"Jonathan!"

(One year later)

"Catch me if you can Clark!"

Clark just grinned and let the powerful eight year old run off at super speed around the farm house. It was one of his few days off but Perry could do without him for the day. At least Lois should be happy for the extra work.

Danielle had grown a little in the year she had been on the farm and it was suiting her. Proper food and exercise had put some meat on her bones that she didn't look unhealthy anymore. Thanks to her powers, she would never get overweight, but would get toned enough to be a healthy young woman.

Spending time on the farm was also a great way of getting away from Metropolis for the moment. There were rumors of Luthor Corp being taken away from Lionel Luthor for his son Lex. They were only rumors but if they were believed, Lex was worse than his father in the art of business.

While he was thinking, a sudden blur crashed into his side and he fell into the dirt from the impact. It didn't hurt him, of course, but it was still a surprise as she was still learning about her strength. "Dani."

Danielle or Dani as some of her new classmates now called her, maturely stuck her tongue out. "Oh, come on. I've been wanting to show you that I could fly all week!"

The fact that an eight year old girl found out she could fly when it had taken him until he was eighteen for that power didn't sting as much as he thought it would. Danielle had been focused on her powers and had a good handle on them. The super speed had been a problem at first when it came to the brakes but she got it in the end.

"Yes, and it's impressive that you can fly," said Clark, ruffling her hair. Danielle mock pouted at her hair getting messed up but bounced back quickly.

"I can lift the tractor now too!" she said, excitedly. "I can't lift much more than that though but still, I think that it's cool."

"Very cool," said Clark, happy that she was happy and content with her life now. "How's school?"

Danielle shrugged. "Okay. I learn all the material extremely quickly so I'm a bit bored in class but my classmates are alright."

That hadn't changed for her as far as Clark had figured out. She didn't trust easily so she didn't have a lot of friends. Still, he rather she had a few good friends instead of a lot of fair weathered ones that would abandon her when it was convenient.

"Well, just hang in there and I'm sure you'll have fun in class," said Clark. He sighed as the sun reached its peak in the sky. "How about some lunch?"

Danielle nodded and they made their way to the farm house. The man of steel knowing that her life here was much better than it had been, at least.

After lunch, they both helped Jonathan with the farm work. It turned out that one adult Kryptonian and a child with some Kryptonian powers could do all the chores on the farm in about fifteen minutes with Jonathan directing them. Super speed, strength and flight all made everything too easy so Danielle developed a game to it. Like she would feed the animals in the barn but only use one hand or harvest the ready crops without her feet touching the ground.

In the year she had worked on the farm, she had developed a nice tan but the sun couldn't burn her. She tried to remain as polite to the Kents as much as she could and it was only a matter of time before she was legally adopted. Her name was now Danielle 'Dani' Kent.

Adopting her was actually much simpler than the Kents thought it would be as the British government didn't actually have her birth certificate. There had been nothing to really identify her as a British citizen other than her records at the primary school she had attended but there had been nothing to find when it came to her parents. The Dursleys had been identified as her legal guardians but Danielle had pointed out some crimes they had committed. Apparently, the British government didn't like people who avoided paying their taxes and abandoning their niece in another country counted as child abuse.

Petunia and Vernon had been found guilty of all charges and were now spending twenty years behind bars. Margery Dursley had been caught of running a dog breeding center without a license and avoiding her taxes as well. Dudley was in a juvinal correction facility for bullying and vandalism. Pity he was only eight.

Overall, Danielle was much happier with her life now than she had been.

XXXXX

"And now, we present the most famous super-heroine in the world: Dyna-Girl!"

Danielle, now thirteen, was in her room on the Kent farm and dressed in her own superhero outfit. Her dark red hair was allowed to fall down her back and out of her face. She was dressed in bright red knee high boots, red tights with the crest of the house of El on her chest, like Superman's, elbow length red fingerless gloves and a red cape over her shoulders. Overall, she had taken Superman's costume, turned the whole thing red, and feminized it to suit her. She looked at herself in the mirror and had to admit, find her something so people wouldn't recognize her for a human disguise and no one would know it was her.

"Oh, no! Brainiac is sending evil robots after me!" Danielle shouted, turning around her room to face the imaginary threat. "Take this!" She pretended to smash the various robots sent after her, smashing them into make believe pieces. She even fired a few blasts of heat vision from her eyes and through the open window harmlessly.

"Come out, Brainiac!" she mock shouted. "I know you are out there!" Flying out the window and into the nearby barn, she encountered a large bail of hay that was shaped to look like a person…sort of.

"There you are! Eat this!" Danielle used super strength to punch the dummy and knocked its head clean off. A few more quick jabs and the pretend menace was defeated.

"And the crowd goes wild," the red head made several heroic poses for the make believe cameras. "No, please, people, no pictures. I'm a busy superhero and I must be off to face the next threat to the planet."

The door of the barn opened. "Danielle?"

"Ack!"

Jumping back in surprise, she accidently crashed into a support beam of the barn, knocking over a heavy bail of hay. It pulled a rope that tightened around her ankle and hoisted her into the air, upside down and about ten feet off the ground.

Blood rushing to her head, she managed to make out Clark with someone else with him that she didn't know. Clark looked both amused and exhasperated.

"Dani, have you been playing around again?"

"Uh, no." She tried to ignore the lecture she would get from him…again…from him catching her. "I was, you know, hanging around in the barn when you scared me. Shame on you, Clark, scaring a poor defenseless teenage girl."

"Uh, huh. And the costume?"

Danielle realized that she was still wearing what she hoped would be her superhero costume when Clark finally allowed her to go out and stop some bad guys with him. "Um. My new night clothes." Even she knew how stupid that sounded. "I was insipired by you and I always wanted to see what sleeping with a cape was like so I…" she trailed off, already knowing that it wouldn't work. "Can you at least let me down?" She was slowly revolving on the spot, still dangling from her ankle.

Clark sighed and flew up to disintangle the knot and allowed her to float to the ground. "So, who were you beating up today?"

Danielle sighed as she got her bearings back. "Brainiac. Come on Clark, Dyna-Girl could help you out with some of these bad guys! I've already teamed up with some other heroes and we've done pretty well." Sure, she had teamed up with the Teen Titans once or twice and not for one of their more dangerous villains but still, how could she save the day if she hardly ever got a chance?

A giggle got her attention and she looked at the new arrival for the first time. The new comer was a girl that looked a little older than her, maybe about fourteen or fifteen. Her blonde hair was shorter than hers as it only went down to her shoulders and she had the most amazingly blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Dani, this is Kara," said Clark. "I went back to where Krypton was and found a distress signal from a nearby planet still transmitting. I found Kara there."

Kara shook her head and offered her hand. "Kara Zor-El, Kal's cousin." Danielle nodded and shook the hand, knowing that Kal was short for Clark's real name of Kal-El of Krypton. "So, I guess you already have a head start on me for the powers, huh?"

Danielle chuckled. "A bit. I've been training for the last six years and I think I got a pretty good handle on them. By the way, would my Kryptonian name be Dan-Rell or something? With my Kryptonian ancestor being Pev-Rell."

That actually made Kara stop to think about it. "That's mostly for the males in our society, really. You could go for the whole Danielle Pev-Rell if you wanted to go by your full name."

Clark chuckled. "Well, looks like you two have made a friend in each other. Sorry girls but I got to get back to the Planet. Lois will lose it if I keep her waiting any longer."

Danielle's shoulders slumped slightly but otherwise nodded. Clark was quickly becoming an older brother figure to her as she saw the elder Kents as her parents. Maybe Kara could be her older sister or something.

XXXXX

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, October 31

"The Durmstrang champion is…Viktor Krum!"

"No surprises there," said Ron as Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, shook Dumbledore's hand, and going through the door off the hall.

"Bravo, Viktor!" shouted Karkaroff so loudly that everyone in the Great Hall could hear him, despite all the cheering. "Knew you had it in you!"

The clapping and chatting died down. Now everyone's attention was focused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron," said David as the French beauty stood up gracefully from her seat before gliding up to Dumbledore as well.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," said Hermione, looking at the other Beauxbatons students. Disappointed was a bit of an understatement as most of the French students had burst into tears with their heads in their arms.

Once the applause died down and Fleur was in the other room as well, everyone focused on the goblet of fire again. Now that the champions from the other schools had been chosen, the Hogwarts champion was next. The excitement felt from the student body was almost overwhelming.

The goblet flashed again and shot out a third piece of parchment, which Dumbledore caught.

"The Hogwarts champion is…Cedric Diggory!"

"Oh, no," David and Ron both moaned but they were drowned out from the huge applause and cheers from the Hufflepuff table and most of the female population as Cedric stood and made his way to Dumbledore.

"Is it just me, or does he seem to sparkle a bit?" asked David as he watched Cedric go through the door as well.

"Don't be stupid, David," whispered Hermione as she finished clapping.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real —"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out – David Potter.

David just sat there, a puzzled look on his face. He hadn't entered, why would his name come out of the goblet?

He became very aware of the entire hall looking at him, whispers breaking out everywhere as the students discussed this with their neighbors. Looking at Ron and Hermione, they looked just as confused as he did.

"David Potter!" said Dumbledore again. "David, up here, please."

Hermione gave David a little push to get him out of his seat and he numbly walked toward the headmaster. The whispers were getting louder as everyone stared at him.

When he reached Dumbledore however, the goblet of fire turned red for a fifth time. David, Dumbledore, and the rest of the school watched as, yet again, another piece of parchment came out. Dumbledore, now fully wishing that this night would end as soon as possible, cleared his throat.

"Danielle formerly Potter."

David was now totally confused as he didn't even have a sister.

Jump City

"You can't stop me, I'm Control Freak," the portly villain laughed. If there was one thing that Danielle had learned about this guy, was that he watched way too much television. Control Freak was just a guy that had a remote control that could bring television characters to life in the real world. He himself looked like the usual comic book geek. He was overweight, had put his longish hair into a ponytail, and was dressed in an overcoat.

"Does he always talk like that," Dani asked the big guy next to her. Cyborg, the half man, half machine muscle of the Teen Titans just rolled his one human eye.

"Pretty much." He turned his arm into a sonic cannon and pointed at the pudgy villain.

"Give up Control Freak," said Robin, as he prepared a birdarang. "It never ends well for you."

"You will be the one to surrender to me, Titans," yelled Control Freak as he pulled out his remote. With a flash, he summoned Lord Barangrang from the show clash of the planets. The masked villain from the show brought out a double bladed light sword and held it in an offensive position.

The green shape shifter Beast Boy turned into a T-Rex and roared at the costumed villain holding the sword. It was enough to knock the guy on his butt and drop his sword.

Control Freak summoned a hideous monster from some horror movie but Dani punched through it, making it fade to static. At the same time, a blast of green energy hit Lord Barangrang, forcing him to fade as well.

"You will do well to stay away now please!" yelled the Tameranian, Starfire.

Control Freak was now sweating. He summoned a swamp monster like creature and pulled out his own double bladed light sword. How he managed to get that from the show he saw it in, was a mystery. "Whoo, hah!" activating his rocket boots that he got from other show, he launched himself at the Titans.

"Azeroth, Metrion, Zinthos!"

Black energy wrapped around Control Freak, preventing him from actually going anywhere. Two blasts of heat vision destroyed the rocket boots and he fell flat on his face. Looking up, he saw a blast of Cyborg's sonic cannon and Robin's staff had finished off the swamp monster.

Turning to the exit of the video store for a quick escape, a movie rack blocked his way. Turning around, he came face to face with Raven, who covered herself in dark energy to make herself look scarier than she really was.

Wetting himself, the tubby villain shakily held the light sword against her but it was swatted out of his hand by a green tail. Beast Boy turned back to human from the kangaroo he had been and held up the now deactivated light sword.

"Man, this is sweet. What do you think Robin, can I keep it, huh, huh, huh?"

Robin glared at him. "What do you think?"

Beast Boy groaned. "Oh, come on!" he raised his hands in the air. "You can keep stuff from previous battles but I can't?"

"Man, you think we would trust you with something like that?" asked Cyborg. He was already handcuffing Control Freak for the police, who were on their way. "That's just asking for trouble."

"Indeed. It is the asking for the trouble," said Starfire, once again mangling the English language slightly.

Raven solved the problem by surrounding the light sword with black energy and caused it to shatter. "There, problem solved."

"Oh, man!"

"Well, I had a fun time," said Dani, as the police showed up to take Control Freak away. "You guys busy or are you in the mood for pizza or something?"

"I could go for some food," said Robin.

Cyborg grinned. "Boo-yah! Everyone in the T-car!"

"I thought it only held five," said Dani, pointing out there were six of them. "You can drive, I'll fly there."

"Sounds like a plan," said Cyborg, running toward his car.

"I will go with you," Starfire said, looking at her. "I prefer the feeling of flight to riding in a vehicle. Raven, would you like to fly with us?"

"Whatever."

Danielle smiled and the three girls took off, figuring this would be the closest thing to normal teenage time out that she could get to. She was fourteen now, she needed time away from the farm and with teens her own age. Especially since Kara was still working on her powers and unable to come with them. That, and the blonde Kryptonian was spending time with Barbara in Gotham.

She had finally been able to join Clark on some of his missions and fights against some of his lesser villains. True, Toy Man wasn't that much of a challenge, but at least that fight had shown her that while Kryptonite did affect her, it had nowhere near the effect on her as it did Clark. That was a mystery right there. She had all of Clark's powers, but she had some resistance to a glowing green rock that he didn't.

She had trained a little with various other heroes at Clark's insistence. Bruce Wayne had loved the chance to train someone with Kryptonian powers, under a red solar lamp that neutralized her powers, of course. Learning advanced martial arts had been interesting and she figured she had some chance of surviving without her powers.

The Teen Titans were always willing to allow her the use of their training facilities. Flying through hoops, seeing how much she could lift, target practice for her heat vision, even Raven helped her with some mediation techniques.

Zatanna, mistress of stage magic, had taken time from her show in Vegas to teach her some basics of magic. She wasn't very good at it, and she was struggling to adapt to saying words backwards to use spells, but she was getting better. She had no idea if she had magic or not, but if she did, she was fairly sure that that was not how her magical powers worked. Still, she was an older female influence and anything she could come up with was beneficial to her.

Both Bruce and Zatanna had promised to look at who her birth parents were but so far, even the almighty Batman with his Bat computer had failed. The most he could find was something on a Lily Evans but she had vanished years ago, right after she turned eleven. Danielle's maternal grandparents had apparently been killed in a terrorist attack, but that was all the information on that route.

Still, she was making a name for herself in the superhero community. Dyna-girl was getting more and more exposure but she was known as Superman's sidekick who worked for some other heroes once in a while. That S-word, sidekick, was going to haunt her for a while, she knew it.

XXXXX

Hogwarts, Headmaster's office, November 2

Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, silently pondering what to do with this situation.

When the name of David Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, came out of the Goblet of Fire, he had been surprised but he guessed he shouldn't have been. Trouble always seemed to follow that boy and his parents, James and Lily, were always asking questions of why he had been in trouble in the first place.

First year the Philosopher's Stone and Voldemort, the year after that was the Chamber of Secrets, and this year was the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The tournament was supposed to promote interschool unity and fostering goodwill toward other countries. Now it seemed like a joke and Britain as a whole was paying for it.

When David's twin sister, Danielle, had her name come out of the goblet as well, that required a headache potion.

Lily and James were both currently in his office, as were Minerva, Severus, and Alastor. James was pacing back and forth, trying to get a handle on the situation. The others were either in shock or grumbling under their breaths. Dumbledore couldn't really blame them. It had taken hours the previous day to sooth any ruffled feathers with Maxime and Karkaroff.

"Let me see if I got this right," said James as he continued his pacing. "The goblet of fire, the same magical artifact that was protected by an age line that you drew yourself, Headmaster, spewed out the names of both my son, and the daughter I've never known."

"Correct."

"The same daughter that you said was a squib and would be better off in the Muggle world, which is why we gave her to Lily's sister."

Lily hiccupped but she didn't say anything.

"Oh, and let's not forget that we found out that Petunia Dursley had been arrested for avoiding taxes and then abandoning our daughter in America of all places."

Dumbledore sighed. "That does seem to be the problem, yes."

"That is putting it mildly, Albus," said Severus, sneering at the room at large. "Shall we also mention that the goblet of fire can only choose witches and wizards and not squibs?"

"Yes, Severus, it seems that I was mistaken all those years ago," said Dumbledore, feeling his age and then some.

"How is this even possible," said Minerva. "Danielle Potter isn't even registered as a citizen of Britain anymore. She couldn't have entered herself into the Tournament."

Dumbledore sighed as he brought out his wand. With everyone watching, he dimmed the lights so the only source of light came from the fireplace. "The Goblet of Fire creates a binding magical contract to the chosen champion."

He waved his wand and a smoky substance appeared in the air. The smoke formed three names, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delecour, and Victor Krum.

"The Goblet selects the best representative from each of the three schools, the one with the best chance to show their school's preferences and skills. That is why it is important to write the school the champion is representing."

Another wave of his wand and the name 'Hogwarts' appeared under Cedric's name. The same thing happened for Fleur and Viktor's schools.

"However, whoever put the Potter children's names in the Goblet, was tampering with an incredibly powerful magical artifact. One that works in a very specific way."

The smoke vanished and was replaced by the names, David Potter and Danielle Potter.

"Our perpatrator seemed to have outsmarted themselves in their scheme. Using a confundus charm is the only way for the Goblet to forget that only three schools compete and only three champions may be chosen. I detected two confundus charms on the Goblet when I checked it. The first one was to make sure that David Potter would come out of the Goblet. The other charm was to accept the other piece of parchment."

Under the name of David Potter, floated the words 'Boy-Who-Lived.'

"The Goblet is under a powerful enchantment, however, and it cannot be fooled by someone putting in someone else's name. Nor does it allow a person putting in their name under a different school. When the parchment read that David as the Boy-Who-Lived, it was forced to accept it, but it could not be fooled. The Goblet knew that there was no David Potter that was a Boy-Who-Lived."

The words under David's name vanished, before reappearing under Danielle's name. It rearranged to show 'Girl-Who-Lived.'

"The Goblet was forced to accept David's name from the first Confundus charm. However, the closest thing to a Child-Who-Lived, would be Danielle. Thus, the Goblet changed the writing on the parchment, to show the one true, Child-Who-Lived."

James gulped. "So, Danielle really…"

"Survived Voldemort's killing curse and is the Chosen One. Yes, my dear boy, I believe so."

No one said anything. The full weight of Dumbledore's words seemed to hit a chord with everyone present.

Dumbledore continued. "Luckily, there is a spell that we could use. There is a precedence of a champion that had to go back to their home country for a family emergency and could not come back in time for a task, even with standard travel magic. This spell, when combined with the goblet of fire, tracks the location of the champion and brings them to caster. In theory, we could use it, no matter where Danielle is, to bring her to Hogwarts."

"Do you think that wise, Albus?" asked Minerva. "I know she must compete in the tournament to keep her magic and probably her life, but wouldn't she be disconcerted and frightened at being dragged to Hogwarts against her will?"

"What other choice do we have?" grumbled Alastor Moody. "Have to make her compete somehow. At least this would bring her here."

Dumbledore looked at the room in general and while he could tell that some didn't like it, they didn't have an alternate solution either. "I'll prepare the spell, she should be here by dinner time tomorrow."

XXXXX

"Put your back into it more!"

Danielle gritted her teeth and continued her sparring with Kara. They were surprisingly in the Bat cave, at Barbara's insistence, and with the red solar lamps, it was a pretty even match. She moved to jab high and tried for a feint to Kara's unprotected left side, only for the blonde Kryptonian to not fall for the feint and block her move.

Kara dropped suddenly and knocked Danielle's feet from under her, sending her crashing to the ground. Growling slightly, the red head rolled to avoid another blow and was on her feet in an instant, jabbing at Kara's side before she recovered. The blonde couldn't block in time and was knocked back, holding her now bruised arm. It looked slightly bad but a minute in the sunlight would heal it in no time.

"Come on! Is this all you got?"

Danielle ignored Barbara as she was jumping up and down, encouraging both on. Danielle had worked with her on a mission against Catwoman once but the other red head was closer to Kara for some reason.

After sparring for an hour, Barbara Gordon turned off the red solar lamps and let the two other girls rest for a moment. "Not bad. Of course, if Bruce was here, he would critique every move you made and tell you how stupid each one was."

Kara groaned as she felt every bruise. "A perfectionist, huh? Jor-El was the same."

"Is that why your father didn't like him that much?" asked Danielle as she downed a whole bottle of water Barbara brought her.

"Eh," said Kara, chugging her own water. "They didn't particularly like each other but they didn't hate each other. They helped each other with various projects the other could help them with but otherwise they were pretty cordial with each other." She laughed, "although, I do have a few funny stories about them that would have even Kal roll over laughing."

Danielle didn't say anything but nodded, smiling. She knew that Clark didn't have the best sense of humor, taking himself a little too seriously. Of course, he was nowhere near as bad as Bruce, who thought that smiling should be a capital offense.

She sighed, laying on the floor of the gym, eyes closed. "This is the best."

"What?" asked Barbara, laughing a little. "Covered in sweat and on the floor of a cold cave?"

"No," said Danielle, now thoughtful. "Hanging out with you two, having friends in general."

She didn't notice Kara nor Barbara's dark looks. Danielle didn't talk about her past a lot but when she did, it was never pleasant.

"Uh, Dani, why are you glowing?" asked Barbara, looking worried.

"Huh?" The red head looked at herself and noticed that her body was giving off a faint blue and red glow. "Okay, what's going on?" She stood up and tried to shake the glow off, but nothing happened.

Kara was getting nervous. "With the red solar lamps, our powers at a minimum. Dani, go outside into the sun, now."

Danielle nodded and ran toward the exit of the Bat cave. Unfortunately, she was forced to run a human pace and the glow was spreading to the rest of her body, getting brighter. Breaking out into open air, she watched as her bruises healed, thanks to her powers, but the glow persisted.

"This isn't good."

Turning around she saw Kara and Barbara were right behind her, looking worried. They got even more so when her body started to fade, like she was becoming transparent.

"Kara! Barbara!" Even her voice was starting to sound far away, like it was coming from a great distance.

"Teleportation," muttered Kara. "You're being teleported somewhere against your will."

Danielle looked at Barbara, her voice sounding more distant all the time. "Barb, check the tracking device Bruce slipped on me months ago. Find where I'm-" She was gone.

Both girls looked at each other, nodded, and ran back into the Bat cave. If Kara knew anything, it was that she didn't want to be the one to tell Clark that Dani had vanished into thin air while she couldn't do anything. The blonde growled. Dani was family, and she fought for family.

It was an hour later before the girls found anything. The tracking device, which Kara was going to have a long talk to Bruce about since he did it without her knowing about it, had died moments after it got where Danielle had been sent. Barbara used the Bat computer and found that the last place it sent any kind of signal was some place in Northern Scotland.

"I'm going," said Kara, determined. It would take a while before she was up for flying but she was going to go after her sister.

"You can't go for another couple of hours in the sun," said Barbara, looking worried. "According to the signal, I'm saying magic is involved in this."

Kara almost winced. Magic affected Kryptonians on Earth just as much as it did regular humans.

"We'll find her," said Barbara, reassuringly. She printed out the corridinants of Danielle's last known location and handed it Kara. "Just go there when you're ready and you'll find her."

Kara nodded and sighed. "Thanks for this Barb."

The red headed girl smirked. "Never a dull moment with you, is there?"

XXXXX

Hogwarts Great Hall

Danielle blinked as one moment she had been standing in front of the entrance to the Bat cave. Now she was standing in some large room she had never been in before. It was full of people, lit by thousands of candles floating in midair. Four long tables were stretched from end to end, hundreds of people sitting at them while a shorter table perpendicular to the four long tables were at the head of the room. The ceiling was impressive though, as it extremely tall, and seemed to show off the sky outside. Banners hung on the walls depecting a red and gold lion, a yellow and black badger, a blue and bronze eagle, and a green and silver serpent.

"Ah, Danielle Potter, good of you to come."

Danielle turned around at the shorter table and saw some weird old man wearing a bathrobe talking to her. He looked impossibly old, with a long silver beard and half-moon glasses.

She frowned and got into a fighting position, barely aware of everyone staring at her. "Who are you and why did you bring me here?" she asked dangerously. She had no reason to suspect him of being an enemy, but nothing to tell her he was a friend either.

The old man smiled grandfatherly. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and you are at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We came up with an issue and you were summoned to be here to solve a problem we have."

Danielle frowned again, not relaxing her stance at all. She might not have her full powers but she had enough to get out of this freak show if she had to.

"Come on lass, get up there," a voice grumbled and tried to push her toward the head table.

That proved to be a mistake. Still in fight or flight mode, Danielle growled, grabbed whoever had pushed her, flipped him over her head and slammed him into the floor.

The entire hall was silent as she showed off her strength but she didn't care. She bent down at the heavily scarred man who had touched her. "Don't get close to me again, bastard." She looked at the old man who had spoken earlier, who looked surprised at the move she had used. "You said you summoned me here? Am I a prisoner or can I leave and bring someone with me I trust with this?"

The old man, Dumbledore, raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, like he didn't want to start a fight. "You are not a prisoner here but I ask you do hear my out. Is there anyone you can contact that you trust to be at the meeting?"

Danielle thought about two people she would like to get involved if this whole thing was about magic. "Yeah. You have a phone on you." She had taken her phone out of her pocket so it wouldn't get destroyed during her sparring session.

Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm afraid we don't have phones here."

"Seriously?" asked Danielle, looking at what she figured were the students at this school. "A few hundred teenagers behind me and none of them have a phone? Are you sure they're teenagers?"

A woman stood up from behind Dumbledore. She looked she was getting on in years but didn't look nearly as old as he did. She was also wearing a robe, an emerald one, and she seemed to exclude a sense of authority, like it would be unwise to cross her.

"Electronics don't work around magic, Miss Potter, so phones wouldn't be able to function on the grounds. We do have a fireplace over there."

"Why would I want a fireplace?" asked Danielle, confused at the seeming non-sequitor.

Danielle thought about that and figured that would be her new project, making electronics work in magical areas. Maybe Zatanna could help. "Why do you call me Potter? That's not my last name."

Dumbledore shook his head. "The magic that brought you here wouldn't have worked if you weren't Danielle Potter."

Before he could say anymore, there was a sound like a sonic boom outside the room. While none of the people in the room seemed to know what it was, Danielle was all too aware of it and smiled. "Dumbledore, or whatever your name is, you might want to open the doors over there if you want them to survive the onslaught."

Dumbledore could only look at her oddly before a huge smashing noise got their attention. If Danielle had to guess, Kara had just knocked the front doors down. A second later, another smash and the doors on the other end of the room exploded inwards, sending bits of broken wood everywhere, causing many of the students to cower under the tables for cover.

Kara was seen, breathing heavily, recovering from smashing the door down.

Danielle's smile grew wider. "Hey, Kara! Over here!"

"Dani!"

Not bothering to hide the fact she could fly, Kara zoomed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. Danielle could only laugh as she hugged the blonde girl.

"What happened? One moment you were there and the next you were gone? What is this place? This is the last place your tracking device showed before it overloaded and broke. I had to get here fast before the others got here. Well, why aren't you answering my questions?"

Danielle laughed and hugged her again. "Kara, calm down. Apparently I was kidnapped by magic and the old man over there was just explaining everything when you broke the doors down. Really though, did you have to break the doors that much? You could have just knocked."

Kara shrugged, not apologetic at all that she had smashed the doors in her quest to get to Danielle quickly. "Not my fault they kidnapped you."

"We did not kidnap anyone," said Dumbledore, as he worked to restore calm to the hall. "Danielle was chosen to compete in a tournament and if she had failed to compete, she would lose her magic and possibly die."

Danielle cocked her head to the side and then slapped her forehead. "That's why I kept blowing up random things when I was younger! I thought it was a coincidence at first. And I never got much of a reaction from Zatanna so I pretty much ignored magic in general."

"Headmaster Dumbledore," said another man with a goatee and robes of some shaggy fur. "You cannot possibly be thinking of allowing her compete, are you? She obviously has never been trained in magic even!"

"Her name came out of the goblet of fire, Igor," said Dumbledore. "She has to compete under a binding magical contract."

"Whoa, whoa," said Danielle, shaking her hands. "I didn't sign any contract. Do I need a lawyer or something? And what's up with the magically binding thing? Am I being brainwashed into competing in this thing against my will?"

Before Dumbledore could answer, there was a call of a raven from nowhere.

"Oh great, she got here," said Kara, shaking her head.

The whole room watched in fear as a huge black raven made of black energy formed around the hall before it shrank to reveal what looked to be a teenage girl in a dark cloak, obscuring her face.

"Hey Raven!" shouted Danielle, having fun now. "Glad you could make it."

Raven rolled her eyes as she took off her hood, showing her dark blue, almost black hair and pale skin. "I heard you were in trouble with magic and figured I could help."

Both the blonde Kryptonian and the girl with Kryptonian powers could hear the whispers amongst the students.

"Wow, is that Raven of the Teen Titans?"

"Who's Raven? Looks like a dark magic user to me."

"Did you see that black raven thingy, now that was impressive."

"My feet are cold!"

"What's more impressive, the raven thingy or the girl breaking down the doors?"

"This is Danielle Potter? I thought she would know magic at least."

"So," said Danielle, trying to drown out the chatter. "Rachel, what do you know about binding magical contracts?"

"They only work on magicals," said Raven, shrugging. "Obviously you have some magic or else it wouldn't have worked. I would need to see the actual contract to see if there is a loophole to get you out though."

"And if I don't compete in this tournament thing?"

"If the contract is voided, the person it affects would drain that person of their magic, which almost always results in death," said Rachel. She turned to Dumbledore, who was looking shaken by how everything was going. "I take it you are the one in charge? Would you happen to have a copy of the contract in general?"

Dumbledore took a few calming breaths. "I do, it is in my office. I take it you would like to go over it?"

Rachel nodded. Danielle sighed. "Sorry to get you into this Raven. Hope you weren't doing anything too important at the time."

Raven shrugged. "Only being annoyed by Beast Boy and Cyborg. Starfire kept trying to get me to go the mall as well, so this is actually more interesting. I've never actually been to Hogwarts before."

"You've heard of this place before?" asked Kara, looking around the place with distaste.

"Only rumors," said Raven. Everyone seemed to want to hear how she thought of the school. "From what I gathered, magic users aren't that rare in the world but they work in the shadows, oblivating memories of magic from non-magicals just because they can. Hogwarts is supposed to be one of the most premier schools of magic on earth but the standards have fallen in the last century. Magical Britain as a whole is stuck in the Victorian era and refuses to adapt to the twenty-first century. Hogwarts itself trains witches and wizards on how to live in their magical world but does nothing to help them live in the real world without magic. I personally don't see the point of teaching children and teenagers on how to only live in half of the world but I personally don't care. They also have a very narrow minded view of what makes a magical. I have magic, but because it's different from theirs, they would just call me a dark magical creature and be done with it, not even trying to figure out how my branch of magic is different from theirs.

"Then again, I'm from the dimension of Azaroth, I'm not from earth, so they wouldn't classify me as human anyway."

"Are you quite done giving a detailed account of Magical Britain," said the older woman that Danielle didn't know her name. "We have more important things to attend to."

Behind her, three figures stepped forward. Danielle saw that the woman looked like an older version of her, just with emerald green eyes instead of her own hazel. The man with her had raven black hair, glasses, and her hazel eyes. The third figure was a boy that looked like a younger version of the man, complete with glasses that held the woman's emerald eyes.

"Danielle?" asked the woman, looking hopeful.

Danielle looked back and forth between the three of them, looking for the joke. Her eyes widened when she realized it wasn't one. "Oh, you got to be kidding? Really! All these years without contact, and now you decide to spring my supposed parents at me!" She looked at a surprised Dumbledore. "Tell me these people aren't going to say they're my parents."

Dumbledore looked shocked at her anger but nodded.

Danielle groaned. "Really! I mean, REALLY! What, I'm supposed to forgive them just like that when they let the Dursleys abandon me in Metropolis! I lived on the streets! I could have been killed by gang members every day for a week before I was found! No, these two are not my parents! I found parents and they actually cared about me enough to worry about me, not dump me at my abusive aunt and uncle's just so they could dump me in turn!"

"Danielle-" started the man that was supposed to be her father.

"You are no family to me!" Danielle screamed at him. Kara actually had to hold her back so she wouldn't fly at them and kill them with her bare hands. "You lost that the moment I walked into the Dursleys house for the first time!" She wheeled on Dumbledore. "Give Raven the damned contract so she can find a loophole that will get me out of this mess! I am not staying here with them!" she pointed at the Potters.

"Miss Potter-" said the older woman from before.

"No! My name is Danielle Kent. I was adopted by the Kents in America and that is my name now. I don't care if I was born a Potter. They never raised me to be one and I certainly don't care now!"

She couldn't take this anymore. Using super speed, she zoomed out of the hall and out the front doors and onto the grounds. Kara hesitated a moment before she flew after her, leaving Raven alone with a few hundred stunned people and staff members, thinking that they could have gone about that better.

Danielle ran. Not knowing the area, she crashed into more than a few trees through a forest right next to the castle she had been taken to. Running through the trees and through a few giant spiders, she finally came to a stop in front of a cliff over looking the ocean. Sitting down on a nearby rock, she wondered what the heck she was supposed to do now.

She was apparently stuck in some tournament she wanted nothing to do with. Would her Kryptonian powers block this binding magical contract? She had no idea and didn't want to test it out. The fact that she had magic didn't even seem important. She hadn't been using it for years, relying on her other powers, that it didn't seem worth the hassle of learning.

At least now she had a good idea about why Kryptonite never seemed to affect her that much, her own magic must have been blocking the radiation somewhat. It didn't completely stop it, but it helped and she had a higher tolerance against Kryptonite than Clark or Kara did.

She wrapped her arms around herself, thinking.

Her parents had come to her. That made her angry. They were her family! How could they just abandon her to the Dursleys when she was younger? Was she that much of a failure when she was born they hadn't wanted anything to do with her? And why did they want her now, when she had moved on.

She never really thought about her birth parents. When she was at the Dursleys, she had been told they had died in a car crash so she never bothered hoping they were alive. Then, she was abandoned in Metropolis and she met the Kents soon after. Jonathan and Martha Kent were the only real parents she had ever known.

Clark filled in the role of big brother while Kara did the same with a slightly older sister. Dick, Barbara, and Tim were a kind of cousin to her while Bruce had taken the position of a sort of crazy uncle. She had a family already, she didn't need them!

She heard a lot of crashing behind her and some pretty colorful language in what little Kryptonian she knew. Kara had been teaching her a little of the language but it was mostly swear words. She supposed it would be a good thing to know if she was injured or something in a fight, but she wouldn't want to have a conversation in the tongue.

"Dani! Oh for the love of Rao, come out already!"

Danielle sighed and fired a blast of heat vision at the sky, alerting Kara to her location. When the blonde showed up, she looked like she had lost a fight with several trees. Leaves stuck to her clothes, she had a few twigs in her hair, and she was covered in blood and guts.

"There you are," said Kara, shaking her head. "I fight through trees and giant spiders for you and you just take off. I swear, one of those spiders had to be the size of a pick-up truck when I killed it." She sat down on a rock near the red head, not bothering to get the gore off of her clothes. "Want to tell me what's wrong?"

Danielle sighed and looked at her. "What am I supposed to do? My parents came out to see me." She shook her head. "For years, I thought they were dead. The Dursleys had taken me in and they hated me, I figured that my parents had been killed in some accident or something so they couldn't take care of me. I was then abandoned in Metropolis before Clark could find me." She looked at Kara in the eyes. "Then, all of a sudden, I'm told that my parents are still alive, perfectly happy and healthy, and they never even bothered to look for me." She fell silent. "Why did they abandon me?" she asked softly.

Kara moved over and wrapped the overwhelmed red head into a hug. "I can't tell you what to do, Dani, but I think you need their side of the story. I mean, if you only know that Jor-El sent his son to earth without knowing that Krypton was doomed, what would you think of him?"

Danielle sighed and nodded, figuring she had a point. "And if they try to make me forgive them?"

"Don't," said Kara. "Let them know your displeasure at their abandoning you, but at least hear them out. Get all the sides of the story before making up your mind. Who knows, they might have had a good reason."

Danielle stared at her, disbelieving, but nodded again. She needed all the facts before she made a decision, at least Bruce had taught her that.

"Does Clark know?"

Kara knew what she was talking about. "Not yet. I'm going to wait until Raven goes through the contract to see if there is a loophole that can get you out. If there isn't, well, hopefully Kal won't destroy the castle." She knew how much the red head meant to her cousin. "And who knows, if you are stuck in this thing, at least you get to learn magic."

Danielle looked thoughtful but eventually dismissed it. "I went all this time without magic, I think I could survive without it. The only reason I'm even considering this tournament in the first place is that it might kill me if I don't compete. Besides, I would like to see the look on their faces when they realize I'm using my powers to compete."

Kara laughed and hugged her tighter. "Just so you know, I'll help in anyway I can. I'll even stay in the castle with you to help you, if I can. What do you say?"

"It would be nice to know at least one person here," Danielle mused. She stood up. "Thanks Kara."

"It's what sisters are for," said the blonde, smiling.

"Before we go up to the castle though, I think you need to clean up."

Kara noticed the blood and gore on her clothes for the first time and blushed. "Right, should probably deal with that." She dived into the water below for a few moments then came zooming out, spinning quickly to dry her clothes. Dizzy, she landed next to an amused Danielle. "Oh Rao, don't let me do that without more practice first."

"Not going to throw up, are you?" asked Danielle, still amused by the whole thing.

"No, but I'm dizzy and almost nauseous."

Danielle chuckled and helped her. "Come on, I think we should get back to the castle."

It didn't take long for them to fly back to the castle, Danielle guiding Kara back the whole way so she didn't accidently crash into a tree or something. When they landed on the grounds, Danielle whistled.

"You know, I wasn't paying attention at the time but this castle is huge."

Kara nodded. "Yeah. I was kind of trying to save you at the time when I smashed the front door so I wasn't paying too much attention to it at the time. It does look beautiful at night."

The fact that Northern Scotland was about six or seven hours ahead of Gotham when Danielle was taken meant that it was nighttime when she arrived. The red head sighed and made her way inside, Kara following behind her.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's office

"Okay," said Danielle. She and Kara were sitting on a large couch that had been conjured for them for this meeting. Along with them and Dumbledore were the heads of the four houses, the two other headmasters of their schools, the same scarred creepy man that Danielle had pounded into the floor earlier, and the elder Potters. "Some nutcase calling himself Voldemort tried to kill my brother and I when we were a year old, he supposedly died but has come back a few times in some form or other over the last few years, and I was thrown to the Dursleys because you thought I was a squid."

"Squib," Dumbledore corrected her. He was not happy that she wasn't alone for this meeting but she had refused to go without her adopted sister.

Danielle rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Now, years later, I'm involved in this deadly magical tournament that has killed people in the past because a flaming cup spewed out my name and bound me to a binding magical contract, despite the fact that this is my first time in this school in my life."

"That is essentially correct," said Dumbledore.

"And you gave Raven the contract so she could hopefully find some sort of loophole?" asked Kara. "It's pretty obvious that Dani doesn't want to be here and this whole thing took us by surprise."

"Yes, I gave her a copy of the contract," said Dumbledore, still slightly scared of the other woman that had come out of black shadows. "I doubt that she will find a loophole, but it is possible that she could find something that I overlooked."

"Okay," said Danielle, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What efforts have been taken to find who put my name in this cup anyway?"

Dumbledore glanced over at the greasy haired man for a moment before turned to face her again. "Since the goblet of fire didn't leave any trace of who did it, the best we can do is to let things unfold. Hopefully we can catch whoever did this when they make their next move."

That seemed unsatisfactory to Danielle but she let it go…for now. Kara looked like she was going to argue but Danielle stopped her, figuring she might as well let this play out.

"Fine. Now, about this tournament. If I do have to compete, which is a strong possibility, would I have to stay here for the school year or can I leave and just be back for the three tasks?"

"It's tradition for the champions to stay at the school chosen to host the tournament," said Dumbledore. "In extreme cases, you may leave the school and it's grounds for extended periods of time but you would have to live at the school."

Danielle sighed and nodded, feeling more resentful of these people by the minute. "Okay, I can do that. I trust that you have a spare room for me. Since I am not your student, I am not going to stay with them. I also request a lenient schedule for me to learn at my own pace. I barely know the first things about magic except that it's a kind of energy that some people can manipulate and others can't."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. "I would prefer you to be sorted and stay with the students your own age, but we do have married quarters that have gone unused for years. We could open on up for you and any guests you bring."

"If I may speak, headmaster," said the greasy haired man. "Is it wise to allow a Potter to have such special favoritism? Shouldn't we treat her like an ordinary student?"

"That would be fine, sir," said Danielle before Dumbledore could. "But I am not a student here. I was taken against my will to a strange place with strange people telling me that I have magic and I must compete in a deadly tournament or else I might die. I think that a private room is the least this school could give me while I'm here."

Kara grinned at her reasoning while the greasy haired man scowled, but he looked like he did that on a regular basis.

"So," said the giant of a woman that was the headmistress of the French school in the tournament. "I take it you do not care about winning this tournament."

Danielle shrugged. "I couldn't care less if I win or not. What does the winner get anyway?"

"Respect for the school, one thousand galleons, and a trophy."

The red head arched an eyebrow. "That's it? For a deadly tournament that has killed not only champions but judges, people in the stands, and innocent civilians minding their own business? How much is a thousand galleons in real money anyway?"

Dumbledore frowned at her lack of respect toward everything magical but answered. "One galleon is five pounds in Britain."

Danielle did the math in her head. "So a thousand of these galleons would five thousand pounds, which is the equivalent of just over seven thousand, five hundred dollars in America." She paused. "Nope, not worth it. Not for a tournament that would put lives in danger. A trophy fades over time, and I would like to ask if anyone here even remembers the name of the last tournament winner."

That made everyone in the room pause. Nobody knew what the name of the last winner of the tournament was, or even what school he or she was from.

"If there is no other choice, I'll compete," said Danielle. "Would I have to know now of what the first task is or should we wait for Raven to get back?"

The other foreign headmaster smiled nastily at her. "The rules state that the first task is a secret. We could not tell you what it is even if you do compete."

Danielle frowned but nodded, not wanting to get into a fight with the man. Kara however, growled. "Who comes up with a deadly tournament and not even lets the ones competing what they're up against? Are you trying to get the champions killed?"

"I assure you, that we are taking precautions to minimize possible damage this year," said Dumbledore. "We have looked at all three tasks and removed anything that could cause a fatality."

It didn't fully calm Kara down but she didn't voice her opposition to it again, she just fumed silently.

"If that is all," said Danielle. "Could someone please guide Kara and I to our rooms? I think that this is enough for one night."

Many of the people in the room nodded in agreement and Dumbledore said, "Dobby?"

Danielle and Kara jumped when they saw a diminuative creature appear out of nowhere. He, they could tell it was a he, looked to be about two feet tall with enormous green eyes, pointed bat-like ears, and a long pointed nose. He seemed to be wearing an odd assortment of clothes that mismatched beautifully.

"Headmaster Dumbledore called for Dobby," said the creature.

"Yes, Dobby, take these two young ladies to one of the married quarters. And please assign them a personal house elf for as long as they are staying here."

Dobby nodded, his ears flapping. "Right away, headmaster Dumbledore." Holding out his hand, Danielle looked at Kara dubiously before taking his hand and following him as they walked out of the office.

"Interesting daughter you got there, Potter," said Snape as soon as the two girls were out of hearing range. Little did he know, but the two girls could still hear him with their enhanced hearing.

James frowned and glared at Snape. "At least I have a daughter, Snivilus. And besides, she just wasn't brought up a Potter. Once we spend more time together, that'll change."

While a few people reluctantly agreed, Fillius and Pomona, looked at each other and shook their heads. Neither had blind loyalty to Dumbledore nor his overly optimistic view on this situation. They both had seen the way that it had only been Kara that had stopped Danielle from outright attacking the Potters and to be honest, they didn't know if they would have lifted a finger to help them.

Fillius Flitwick was smart enough to know that any kind of trust between parent and child had been destroyed by the Potters and it wouldn't even start to begin to heal for years to come, and only if Danielle wanted it.

Pomona Sprout was a Hufflepuff, and she knew all about loyalty. Any kind of family loyalty Danielle might have had with the Potters had died and was good and buried. If possible, she actually wanted to meet the girl's adopted family and thank them for raising one of their own.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore. "Could I impose upon you to take young Danielle shopping at Diagon Alley tomorrow morning for her school supplies. At the least, we could get her a wand."

Professor McGongall nodded. She had no classes the next morning so she could manage that.

Danielle and Kara meanwhile followed the creature known as Dobby through the various hallways of the castle. Both girls were fascinated by the moving paintings and the moving staircases, but they did have to question the safety of that last one.

"Magic," said Kara in awe. "You know, magic was banned on the Kryptonian council. Since it messes with technology, they thought that magic wasn't worth it and focused on the sciences."

Danielle had to admit, there was some logic to that statement. Of course, there was much more logic in allowing any Kryptonian magic users to learn their craft and assist others who focused on science. Using the best of both elements to advance their society.

On the fifth floor of the castle, they were being led through a hallway that seemed dusty from disuse, like the students and staff didn't come this way anymore.

"This is your room," said Dobby, pointing at a painting. It showed an image of a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, all surrounding a large letter H. "Just tell the painting any password you want and it will allow you to enter."

Danielle thought for a moment before she shrugged. "Daily Planet."

The four animals seemed to nod to her and the wall behind the painting opened to reveal the rooms beyond. Once inside, both girls figured it could have been much worse. The main room was large with an attached kitchenette for making small meals. Several doors on the opposite end of the room probably led to the bedrooms and a bathroom. The room itself was done in a tasteful combination of red, yellow, blue and green, which seemed to be the school colors.

Kara flopped onto the nearest couch, sighing heavily. "Well, this will do for now."

Danielle nodded and found that Dobby was still there. "Headmaster Dumbledore would like to tells you that you will have a personal elf tomorrow." Without saying another word, he popped out.

"Strange creature," Danielle mused, as she sat down with a sigh. "Well, this isn't how I figured I would spend my school year. Kara, do you think you could tell the others what's going on and explain at least some of the situation to Smallville High. Tell them I won't be able to make it to class this year."

Kara nodded. "Lucky. I still have to go to school in Smallville, tell Clark, Ma and Pa what's going on, and try to talk Bruce and Clark into not blowing up the castle."

Danielle chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I can imagine that they will not be happy. Tell Ma and Pa that I'll try to visit them as much as I can. Just because I'm stuck here for the school year, doesn't mean I can't try to sneak out."

The blonde smirked, then yawned. "I'm beat. You have one of the bedrooms and I'll have the other?"

Not having any nightclothes, they would have to make due with what they had before Kara could pick up some stuff from the farm house. Luckily, Danielle's sparring clothes had dried out somewhat and she could sleep in them, but she would need clean clothes and a shower the next morning.

XXXXX

Danielle didn't know to laugh or cry at what she was seeing.

She was walking down some place called Diagon Alley with the same stern lady from last night and they were shopping in London for magical supplies. What was so bad, though was that everyone was wearing a bathrobe, even the little children running around with their parents.

"Seriously. Why do you wear bathrobes?" Danielle asked the woman who said she was to call her Professor McGonagall. "Are you that afraid of jeans or something?"

Professor McGonagall didn't look amused. "It is simply what the wizarding world wears, Miss Potter."

"Whatever," she shook her head. In retrospect, most of her friends wore tights and spandex half of the time so wearing robes didn't sound too strange. But in her opinion, only Raven could probably pull it off and still make it halfway decent. "So what classes are you trying to get me into again?"

"Transfiguration, for one. The art of turning something into something else."

"Like turning a flower into a sword or something?" Hmm, that could be useful…

"If you wish," sniffed Professor McGonagall, her opinion on that idea making itself known. "There are charms."

"Yay, I get to levitate stuff!" Danielle proclaimed sarcastically.

"Potions."

"Isn't that a bit too clichéd? The whole potion making witch image?"

Professor McGonagall was now ignoring her. "Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Hmm. Blowing up stuff. I could grow to like that." In fact, she could come to like that very much.

Danielle could now almost feel the older woman ignoring her comments now. That was impressive.

"Herbology."

"Nah. I kill every plant I touch. Now I know another red head in Gotham that really likes plants-"

"And those are just the core classes," said McGonagall, talking over her. She didn't feel obligated to mention History of Magic. Even she knew that class was worthless. "You may take any of the several electives we also offer."

Danielle just nodded, looking around the Alley again. 'This place is like a rennisance fair. How do they get anything done?' She was now really wishing she could have taken Kara with her on this little journey but she had left early that morning to get some things from Smallville for her. Raven still wasn't back yet and McGonagall had just transfigured her clothes the previous day into something more comfortable. She had been forced to ask the professor nicely to just give her jeans and a t-shirt instead of robes, though.

The various shops on the long cobbled street in London had things that might have been sold in the normal world several hundred years ago: cauldrons, parchment, quills, steamer trunks, robes, and others. She stared at a store selling flying brooms. Wasn't that just too clichéd?

Shaking her head, she just let the Professor buy things she thought she needed for the year. Danielle allowed herself to window shop, mentally wondering why someone bought a two ended newt from a magical creature shop. What was the point of an animal if it didn't have a head? The ingredients in the apothecary both looked and smelled disgusting when they got her potion supplies. Macbeth witches, eat your heart out.

She put her foot down on buying robes, though. She wasn't a student of Hogwarts and had no reason to wear robes, especially since the other foreign dignitaries could wear whatever the Rao they wanted.

The last place they went was some store called Ollivander's Wand shop. The shop was small, dusty, and the inside was covered with shelves all the way to the ceiling. Looking at the place dubiously, she watched McGonagall ring a bell at the counter, making a door open just out of sight.

The man that approached the counter must have been Mr. Ollivander himself. He looked old, possibly in his sixties or seventies. Whisps of white hair covered his head and his eyes had a strange look, appearing far too large for his face and gray pupils.

"Ah, Minerva. Wonderful to see you again," said Mr. Ollivander. He then looked at Danielle, who was eyeing him curiously. "And who is this."

"Danielle Kent," she said, before McGonagall could say anything. "But she says it used to be Danielle Potter."

"Ah," Ollivander nodded but didn't say anything. She had to admire the man about that at least, not wanting to create any friction between them about a possibly sore subject. "Well, since you are here, I suppose we must find you a wand. Here, try this. Oak and unicorn hair wand, nine and a quarter inches, quite whippy."

No sooner had Danielle took the wand when it shuddered in her hand and exploded in a shower of splinters.

"Ah," said Danielle as the two adults recovered. "I don't think so."

"No," said Ollivander, shaking the dust off of his suit. "I believe not. Hmm." He pondered something in his head for a moment before he left through the door from before that probably led into a workshop. After a moment, he came back carrying a staff. "Try this, just to satisfy my curiosity."

"Really Garrick?" asked McGonagall. "A staff. No witch or wizard has needed a staff for several hundred years."

"Just a hunch, Minerva. Humor me for a moment, will you?"

Danielle was starting to like this old man. Taking the staff, she didn't feel anything at all. At least with the wand, she had felt energy leaving her and into the strip of wood, making it explode. As for this, though, nothing happened. She even tried pushing the same kind of energy as before into it and still didn't get a reaction.

"Is something supposed to happen?"

Mr. Ollivander frowned and took the staff back. "Tell me, Miss. What are your experiences with magic? Have you ever used it consciously before?"

Danielle thought about it and shook her head. "No. I've made things explode when I was angry and just brushed it off at the time though." She wasn't going to tell him that she had once been angry at Brainiac when he was getting away and somehow something on his ship exploded, allowing Clark to catch him. Or another time when Metallo had thrown a piece of Kryptonite at her and, in panic, made the rock turn to ash before it could get too close to her.

"Hmm," said Ollivander again. "Could you try to summon a ball of light, then? Just focus on whatever energy you can and create it in your palm."

Danielle nodded slowly, seeing what he was getting at. McGonagall apparently didn't as she looked ready to yell at him for wasting her time. Rolling her eyes at the woman, she concentrated on this magic thing everyone kept telling her she had and focused on it appearing in her hand.

After training to use her powers, this wasn't that difficult and a small, almost miniscule ball of light appeared in her open palm.

"How did she do that?" asked McGonagall in a Scottish brogue as the ball of light vanished, leaving the younger girl winded slightly, "That was supposed to be impossible!"

"If I could interrupt," Ollivander said, cutting the woman off. Oh yeah, she was starting to like this old man. He personally closed his eyes and created a bigger ball of light than Danielle had before letting it vanish again. "That is all I can do, unfortunately, but I would say that our young friend here is either simply too powerful for a wand, or something is blocking most of her magic.

"I would think the latter as she couldn't power the staff at all when all witches or wizards could power it slightly. Miss, do you happen to have any other abilities?"

Danielle weighed the pros and cons of telling him before slowly nodding. "Yeah. I have several other powers. I take it that that is a problem?"

"Indeed. It seems that your magic won't come without pulling on your various other powers in the process. That was why the wand overloaded and exploded as it couldn't recognize your other powers. The staff didn't have the same reaction as the wand as it could only accept pure magic, nothing else along with it, so it rejected your magic entirely. I must say, this is fascinating on a professional level."

"Garrick," said McGonagall tiredly. "Is it possible to suit her a wand at all?"

Ollivander blinked. "Minerva. We are talking about a person who supposedly has numerous abilities that has nothing to do with magic, am I correct?" Danielle nodded. "If she had one or even several magical gifts, it wouldn't matter as I could work around that. As it is, no wand or any focus item that I know of will ever work for her. Or at least, none that I make or am capable of producing. If anything, I would recommend working on wandless magic, my dear, as it is the only kind you are most likely capable of producing."

Danielle shrugged, not really caring. So this was one more power to work on. Big deal. She had mastered flight, super speed, enhanced strength, heat vision, X-ray vision, and freeze breath. Learning magic couldn't be that hard, with or without a wand.

McGonagall wasn't happy but nodded, leaving the shop. Danielle shook her head.

"Is not being able to use a wand that bad?"

"No, my dear," said Ollivander. "The Ministry of Magic just prefers to have everyone use wands as a form of regulation. That, and it is believed that wandless magic is a myth or extremely hard and ultimately useless overall that no one ever tries to learn it."

Danielle frowned. "That sounds stupid. Who wants to rely on a bit of very breakable wood to use their powers? I know magic users that don't use a focus item at all and nothing stops them."

She was thinking of Zatanna and Raven. Not exactly the same as they have completely different branches of magic than she did, apparently, but neither used a focus item to use their powers. That's what made the Titan's enemy Mumbo Jumbo so easy to defeat. Without his wand, he was powerless. The same with a lot of villains she knew like Control Freak and his remote or Toy Man and his toys.

"I do apologize for not being able to help you, Miss Kent," Ollivander said, sounding truly apologetic.

"Oh, nothing to be sorry about," Danielle said, smiling. "Better we know now than use someone else's wand by accident and blowing it up. Besides, you answered a few questions I had about magic in general that I haven't asked anyone yet without knowing it."

Mr. Ollivander nodded, smiling as well. "Well, my dear, I'm afraid that Professor McGonagall is waiting for you to take you back. I do believe that we will see each other soon."

"Oh, why is that?"

"I was asked to do a little ceremony with the various Tri-Wizard champions in a few days to check on their wands. Make sure they hadn't used dark magic to gain an unfair advantage or something. That kind of thing."

Danielle nodded, shaking the old man's hand. "I have to say, Mr. Ollivander, you are the first really nice wizard in Britain I have met so far."

Mr. Ollivander laughed. "Good to know. Now off with you before McGonagall kills me."

Danielle nodded again and left the store, seeing the old Professor waiting for her impatiently. 'Man, who drove a batmobile up her ass?' she thought as the other woman did some strange thing that felt like she was sucked through a straw.

I have more but if you want more, too bad, for now at least. I might come back to this later…maybe.