Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to my brand new story and first real crossover! Have you guys missed me? Probably not honestly, heh heh. First things, first, my pretties. This is actually an old story idea I had that I recently rediscovered and quickly revamped. I'm planning to have this span across all 7 of the books though some of the earlier books might not get as much attention (most of the excitement starts happening around books 4 and 5).
Another is that, because I know this does tend to determine whether readers will stay later in the game, I have no set pairings for this story. Between the main characters (the three I listed plus 2 more you'll find out soon enough) I don't really want to ship any of them because I'm a little uncomfortable when you ship within groups of people. That being said, it is all too likely there will be dating outside the group, pos hookups within the group, and teenage shenanigans. And they will be at various points along the sexuality scale. That being said rating may go up later depending how graphic I get with both sex and violence.
Lastly, this is a crossover with YJ because it's the DC earth (Earth-16) that I know best. This prologue takes place a year before Season 1 and honestly YJ doesn't have a huge huge place in the main plot of the story (though it is present throughout the whole thing).
Read on my lovelies!
As wizards well know, magic is capable of a great many things. It can heal. It can create. It can destroy. It can do amazing things for those who learn to control it, but sometimes it works in way even its users can't understand. It can manifest in ways never expected with even more unexpected results. A great witch of the past once named these manifestations as Anomalies.
There were a lot of things that Harry had to learn in his short nine years to ensure his survival at the hands of the Dursleys. Among those were to never ask questions and never talk back. If something strange happened it was best to pretend it didn't happen and keep it to himself. The one that he broke today however, was a key one: never do better than Dudley.
The thing is, is that Harry had always had a thing for science. It was the one subject where he actually had his questions answered, and being as curious as he was, this was a beautiful thing for him. So when a pretty young scientist by the name of Dr. Alexis started coming into his class to teach them about animals once a week, it quickly became Harry's favorite part of school.
And when Harry's favorite teacher gave them a quiz, he of course was determined to do well on it. She was the first adult in a long while to treat Harry normally and he was so grateful for that. He just had to make sure she knew he was trying.
Of course, when the quizzes were handed back with a bright red 70to Dudley and a 'Perfect!' on his own he knew he had screwed up. The smile Dr. Alexis gave him when he got the quiz back almost made up for the beating he knew Dudley and his friends were going to give him later.
When their teacher dismissed them at the end of the day, and Dr. Alexis bid them goodbye, Harry was the first one out of his seat, hoping if he made it out of the school before Dudley and his friends he could get at least get a head start. He managed to make it out the door of the classroom and around the corner before a hand grabbed his shoulder.
Dudley slammed him against the wall and with a quick look up and down the hall he snatched the test out of Harry's hands.
"See you aced the test, Freak," Dudley growled, thrusting the paper back into Harry's hands. "You know what that means, right?" Harry could hear Malcolm and Dennis crack their knuckles from their positions behind Dudley.
"You need a tutor?" Harry said weakly, his heart racing slightly as he tried to find a way out. He was not going to get beat up again- not after how bad it was last time. His cousin let out another growl and Piers moved closer to Dudley, ready to back him up. Harry used the opportunity to duck through the small gap Piers had made and run down the hallway.
One of the upper year teachers called out for him to stop running but Harry paid her no mind. He focused on getting out of the school as fast as he could. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally burst through the doors and saw there were not as many students out anymore that could slow him down. His breath hitched again as he heard Dudley and his gang leave the school behind him.
His chest ached from the running combined with his panicked breathing. Not again, not after last time. He kept repeating this mantra in his head. As much as Dudley had pushed him around in the past it had never been as bad as the last time. The pain was terrible and he'd been forced to stay at home- in the blasted cupboard with his aunt complaining just outside of it- for three whole weeks and Harry refused to let it happen again. Muscles screaming at him, he pushed himself harder, willing himself faster.
Something burst in his chest, filling up his whole being with a feeling he'd never felt before. Energy coursed through his veins as the world blurred around him. He felt lighter than before and his breathing was coming more steadily now. After a few minutes he realized he couldn't hear anything behind him so he skidded to a stop, tripping over several things in his effort to stop.
He coughed slightly as he pulled himself to his feet, happy that he had escaped his pursuers. He looks up to see where he had stopped and his stomach dropped. He was surrounded by green fields and sheep bleated at him from several feet away. How had he gotten here and how was he going to explain this to his aunt and uncle?
Harry turned on his heel several times to get a look at his surroundings. There was green in every direction with a few scattered trees. He could see a house in the distance and decided that that was his best bet. He took off toward it and was surprised to find himself next to it in barely a second, once again having to skid to stop fully. The young boy tried to quell the panic rising in his chest.
He shook his head and walked up to the door- slowly this time- and knocked on it rapidly, making it sound more like a wood pecker rather than someone knocking. He waited what felt like hours (though he knew it couldn't have been- the watch that he'd snatched out of the cereal box two weeks ago when Dudley complained about not wanting a girly (Wonder Woman) themed watch said it had only been two minutes) before knocking again, louder. No one came to the door and Harry bit his lip.
Turning on his heel he tried to discern which direction he had come from and decided that it was best he headed that way. Maybe if he backtracked he could make it home?
Harry took a deep breath and started running as the world blurred around him again. So he had somehow gained super speed. Great, another thing that made him a freak. How the heck did he get super speed though? It was something you saw in heroes like the Flash or Superman. Not little kids without any parents.
He tried to time it, estimating how long it took the first time for him to reach the field. After what he hoped was the right amount of time he skidded to a stop once again to find himself by an ocean. A large structure stood to his left and he recognized it from the alien show Dudley had become so fond of. Cardiff? As in, Cardiff, Wales?
Don't panic, he told himself as he felt his breath speeding up. He turned around and sped back, hoping it would take him towards Surrey. This time he ended up in London, closer but still no cigar. He turned again, Glasgow. That was even farther!
Tears were starting to gather in his eyes as he sped back and when he stopped to wipe them from his face he realized he was in Paris. He wasn't going to cry, but he was fighting a losing battle. Harry was in full blown panic mode as he realized he had run across the Channel. He took off again, not even sure which direction he had run this time.
Vienna. Brussels. Paris again. Moscow.
Each time he stopped he ended up in a new place and he was crying too hard to properly pay attention. He continued to dodge out of the way of anything moving slower than he, so he wasn't prepared for something moving at his speed.
The collision hurt more than the actual landing Harry realized, and the pain shocked him so much he stopped crying. He stood up shakily and flinched as another person jumped to his feet as well. The other person was a teenager, several years older than him. He was dressed in civilian clothing and had a shock of red hair that would have offended his Aunt Petunia despite it being obviously natural.
"What the hell was that?" The redhead complained, rubbing his head. "Uncle Barry you should know to look where you-" the teenager stopped short when he saw that it wasn't his uncle that he was talking to. "What the hell?"
"Y-You have super speed too?" Harry asked, shaky and surprised. He thought only the Flash and his sidekick had super speed.
"Too?" The teenager wondered aloud before the situation behind the crash sank in and groaned. He tapped his ear twice with a grave look on his face. "Uncle Barry, I'm in the country outside of Rome and we have a problem." He paused and Harry wondered who he was talking to. It didn't look like he had a blue tooth (Uncle Vernon had one and they stuck out making him look like an alien) but he had to be talking to someone right? Harry sure hoped so. "No I didn't do anything you just have to come and see this!" The teen sighed before turning back to Harry. "What's your name, kid?"
"Harry Potter," Harry told him, completely forgetting all of the stranger danger lectures he had gotten in school. The redhead opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a gust of wind breezing past them accompanied by a red blur. Harry belatedly realized it was the Flash.
"Wally, why are you running around out of uniform?" The Flash asked, paying Harry no mind at all. Harry thought this was for the better as the young boy couldn't seem to pick his jaw up off the ground. The newly dubbed Wally rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I was hungry for some pasta?" He grinned up at his uncle (the Flash!) innocently before pointing at Harry, "That's not the point though! This kid has super speed!" The Flash spun around to get a good look at the boy. Harry's face had dried but he could still feel where the tears had crusted on his face, his backpack was ratty, and he still had the science test clutched close to his chest. "He says his name is Harry."
"Hello, Harry," the Flash knelt down in front of Harry and he tried to blink away his shock. "I'm the Flash. How are you?" He smiled warmly and Harry instantly felt like he could trust the man, just like he trusted Dr. Alex. Besides, he was a hero, wasn't he? If he couldn't trust a hero then who could he trust?
"I-I just want to go home," he whispered, his eyes getting watery again. He hated crying, Uncle Vernon said it was weak but everything that had happened that day was overwhelming him.
"Don't worry, Harry, we'll get you there," the Flash assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Can you tell me one thing first?" Harry nodded quickly and so the Flash powered on. "How did you run so fast?"
"I don't know," Harry admitted quietly, "One minute I was running from my cousin the next I was in the middle of nowhere." Flash turned his head slightly and shared a look with Wally. "Could you teach me?" He burst out suddenly.
"Teach you what?" The hero asked, slightly startled.
"How to stop? And how to control my speed? Everything?" The boy questioned rapidly, bouncing slightly at the prospect, his tears once again forgotten. Wally blinked where the Flash's mask didn't allow him to.
"I suppose I need to, don't I? Don't want you ending up in Rome again by accident," The Flash said after a moment of silence, sharing another look with his nephew. Harry grinned widely and the hero grinned softly back, though behind the smile he could see the man was troubled. He couldn't bring himself to care though; it looked like some good had come out of the day after all!
Hopefully it won't be too long before I post Chapter 1! Warning I will be time skipping to Harry's first year. Feedback is appreciated and welcome! If you have any in depth questions, want updates on where I am in the writing process, or thinking that this story is alright but where the fuck is the Where's the Justice rewrite then feel free to harass me on my tumblr, captainivory.
See you next time! Same bat time, same bat channel!
~The Captain