Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Smallville. If I did HHr and Chlark would not be fanon.

A/N: I would like to thank my wonderful beta embirsiphonelilathia. This first chapter goes out to her.

Oliver Queen held the bottle of wine to his lips and tipped his head back against the headboard of his bed. He was disappointed to find that only a few drops had been left.

"Need more wine," he grunted, allowing the bottle to roll off his fingers and fall onto the ground with a clank.

"I think you have had just about enough."

He barely registered the voice and he turned his head to the side, where he could just make out his girlfriend, Tess Mercer, standing in the doorway.

"Mercy," he slurred, smiling stupidly.

Tess made her way towards him and when she was near enough, he noticed the tears held at the rim of her eyes, just waiting to be pushed over the edge.

"You're drunk," she stated. "You think you would have had enough last night."

There was a hint of anger to her tone and her resentment became clear when she flung a newspaper onto his face.

He clumsily took hold of the paper that was now draped over his bare chest, knowing exactly where to look. In the three months since his return, he had practically taken over the headlines.

There on the front page of the Daily Star, was a large picture of him coming out of one of Star City's elite nightclubs, accompanied by an attractive brunette.

"You know, I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, Ollie."

Oliver returned his attention to Tess. Even in his intoxicated state, he could tell she was struggling to keep her voice steady and the guilt began gnawing at his heart.

"Mercy I–"

"Unfortunately, I just happened to bump into your bed buddy on her way out so I really don't want to hear what you have to say, Oliver."

Tess turned to leave and Oliver quickly stumbled out of bed. "Wait, don't-"

He tried making a grab for her but he slipped on the bottle he had dropped earlier, and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes momentarily to ease the dizziness he was feeling. When he re-opened them, he was met with the tear-filled green eyes of his girlfriend.

Tess was kneeling over him closely but there was no contact between them. "You know, Ollie, I believed you back in the island when you said you were going to change and I still do. It wasn't until recently that you gave me a reason to doubt you. I know something must have happened to cause you to return to your old ways and I need you to tell me what," she choked on her words and felt a tear rolled down her cheek.

She quickly turned away from him. "B-But I can't talk to you right now. Not like this and especially not after what just happened. If you're willing to save this relationship, come and find me in a few days."

Oliver could only nod, and this time he made no sudden movements when she stood up and left him.

For several moments, he just continued to lay there, his senses still clouded by the alcohol.

The silence was then broken by the phone, which Oliver made no attempt to answer. He would allow the machine to get it.

He slowly started to get up but froze when he heard the very thing that had started it all.

"Is this thing on? Is it recording?"

Laughter.

"Mom."

"Hey friends and family, this is…"

"Mom."

"…so leave a message."

Beep.

He crawled desperately towards the phone. "Mommy!"

xxXxx

"I'm home," Hermione announced as she walked in through the door.

Just as she closed the door behind her, both Ginny and Luna shot out of the kitchen, smiling in what seemed to be in relief.

She glanced curiously between them until she noticed the cordless phone in Ginny's hand, and she let out a groan. "Gin, please tell me you didn't dial the police department by accident again."

Ginny huffed. "Relax, Hermione, I didn't. I actually don't know who I just called but I was trying to order some take-out from your favorite pasta place through that quick button."

"Speed dial," Hermione corrected her, chuckling. "Why didn't you just wait until I got home?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Ginny grumbled.

Hermione arched her brow.

"Harry told us the good news," Luna told her, dreamily. "Your foreign student exchange program is now officially established. Congratulations."

"We wanted to celebrate by just having a night in," Ginny explained. "Mom sent over a chocolate cake, and we have firewhiskey too. All we needed was the food."

Hermione smiled brightly at her two housemates, and she threw her arms over them. They had been living with her at her parents' house ever since they had graduated from Hogwarts nearly two years ago. She had been unable to let go of the house, and was glad when they had decided to move in with her, in hope that they would be able to ease away her guilt for not being able to return her parents' memories.

Because Hermione had warded the house so their use of magic would go unnoticed by the neighbors, Ginny and Luna didn't attempt to live like muggles. Occasionally they would pick up on a few muggle things, which they had far from perfected.

There was also the fact that all three of them worked long hours and barely spent much time around the house. When Ginny wasn't at quidditch practice for the Holyhead Harpies, she was either with Harry or visiting her family. Luna was the editor of the Quibbler, and due to its growing popularity after the war, the monthly issue now came out every two weeks.

Hermione, however, spent more hours at the office than either of them. She was working for the Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. During the war they had been short on allies, and Hermione realized that if in the future another war broke out in the wizarding world, it would be in their best interest if they had the support of foreign magical governments.

Therefore, Hermione came up with an idea of a foreign student exchange program to unite their ties with other countries. However, a program such as that required a large amount of money. One of her first sponsors – apart from Harry – was Viktor Krum who also believed the program should have a separate branch for an International Quidditch Summer Camp for the youth. It wasn't until recently, that they had acquired all the funds they would need to start off and had finalized all the details.

"So do you know who will be participating in the program yet?" Ginny asked excitedly, as Hermione pulled away.

Hermione shook her head. "Ginny, the program hasn't been announced yet, and it won't be for another week or so. Also, the application process won't start until the beginning of term in September and we will not inform the students if they have been selected until the beginning of December."

"So they won't be participating in the program until after the Holidays, then?" Luna guessed.

Hermione nodded. "And the applications for the quidditch camp won't be available until the spring."

"You best expect a large number of applicants for that one," Ginny smirked, "And I'm still waiting for you to ask me to be one of the instructors, which I'm sure you're planning to very soon."

Hermione knew Ginny was joking and she thought she would humor her when the phone in her hand began to ring.

Ginny looked at phone in alarm.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Give it here. I'll explain the situation and then I'll order the food."

Ginny was only too happy to hand over the phone.

Pressing the power button, Hermione lifted the phone to her ear, ready to apologize, when the person on the other line spoke first.

"Mommy?"

Hermione froze. She instantly recognized the voice that had been haunting her for the past month. But surely it couldn't be.

"Mommy?"

This time she noted the desperation.

"Are you there? Can you hear me?"

There was a pause and she held her breath, ignoring the questioning looks Ginny and Luna were sending her.

"W-Why did you have to leave me? Why couldn't you have taken me with you? I feel lost without you and dad. I don't…I don't know what to do. I need help. I need you."

By this time, Hermione had realized that Oliver wasn't in his right state of mind. It was clear that he was asking for his mother and not her but that didn't matter. The pain in his voice was genuine and she had made up her mind before she even realized it.

"I-Its okay, my little archer," Hermione said, remembering Mrs. Queen's pet name for her son. She raised a hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes. "I-It's going to be okay. I'm coming."