My most sincere apology for my lack of updates. Life is chaotic and I have exam every one and a half months.

And also I am currently working on my 'Origin of Magnolia' where her story as Fem Harry and all her other quirks are shown.

I am also currently working on stories that could make this story plot more interesting, so please forgive my tardiness


Ice Queen.

No heart and no emotions. So it seems…

But they don't really know how I can be.

Don't judge me based on what you see…

The lonely Ice Queen;

No one is ever good enough.

It seems,

I'm just a little shy misunderstood.

You think that you can melt my heart?

Then break the ice. – Trish Thuy Trang

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Western Mountains. Fay Hills.

May 3. 09:00 EDT.

On the west mountain of the Fay-Hills, a young couple could be seen hiking the rocky cliffs and banks hidden by the luscious forest. The young man seems to be quite happy with their position as he goes about left and right, building them a tent. While the young woman clutches her traveling mug in a disorganized manner.

"Lighten up darling." The man encourage with a lighthearted tone. "We wouldn't be getting a good camp for a while after we go home."

The woman nods her head sullenly. "I know… I just. T-there's just this feeling… like someone's stalking us." To her dismay, the man simply laughed at her apparently new found paranoia. "J-Josh!" She scolded.

"Sorry Kate." He said, with a soft sigh. A small smile never leaving his tanned face. "No worries though, I'm sure it's just some squirrels."

"A-are you sure." Kate asked meekly, her skittish copper brown eyes scanning the area. "I heard lots of things about this forest… you know… do you know its name Fay because people use to believe magical creatures once inhabited this place?"

The man shrugged good-naturely. "Fairy-tales darling, fairytale. No need to really worry about those things." He stops his chore and run his words over in his head for a bit. "Bears though. Those you want to avoid."

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Scotland.

May 3. 10:29 EDT.

Edward Tonks zipped across the pitch as fast as a lightning bolt and – he admits – just as flashy in his brand new Light-Rider. Pursuing him were two Gryffindor and a lone-wild bludger that he swore had favored attacking him and his teammates since the beginning of the game. He leaned forward, willing his already fast broom to bring him closer to the hoops.

Sharp teal orbs scanned his surroundings as quick and fast as a boy riding a broom could manage. Then he smirked, spotting his target. "Wood!" He cried out to his captain before toasting the ball towards the beater, the thrust from the young Badger's hand was hard enough to leave a dull ache in his arm; but it ultimately did its job when it send the ball flying. Alphons Wood gets the hint and batted the ball straight inside the top hoop; the Gryffindor keeper missing his target by an inch.

The crowd with the yellow Badger on their flag goes wild as cheers broke out.

This had turned out to be a good season for The Hufflepuff. No, it was a great season for them. The fact was confirmed even more so when not even two seconds later, the match was over with a small golden ball safely clutched on within the glove covered hands of their brand new Seeker. The crowd could not be more ecstatic, and they could not be blamed for it.

Hufflepuff had just beaten the reigning win of the Gryffindor since a certain Red-Head witch first set her foot inside the house of the noble and brave. This thought, for some reason or the other, made Teddy even more ecstatic. He quickly flew away from the other cheering Hufflepuff and towards the locker. He wants to change quickly.

His godmother did promised his grandmother that she would be here. Magnolia had been so busy with the whole move thing, she hardly replied to his owls these days. And the fact that his favourite aunt was moving away on the other side of the pond was not a thought Teddy like to dwell on.

In fact, the young metamorphmagus was not ashamed to admit that he would have thrown an awful tantrum if his godmother had not promised that she would be there for most of his holidays. But she did, and she swears that he could come over to America sometimes too, so they were good.

Still with a big grin on his face, he quickly deal with his locker business before his teammates even have the time to come back, by the time the other chasers were in the room, he was already running back towards the visitor's seat in the pitch.

The freshly showered, young Hufflepuff ran towards his smiling grandma and many aunts and uncles. "Grand!" He shouted, smiling proudly at his large family. He was a bit surprise to see even aunt Hermione here, but it was a pleasant surprise. Teddy was very please that most of his godmother's heroic friends were here to see him and his team won the cup. But his bright smile dissolves a bit when he did not spot two important faces in the crowd. "Where's Aunt Meg?"

Hermione smiled reassuringly at the young boy. "Don't worry Teddy; Magnolia was just called in to have a brief talk with the Headmistress and the chief wizard of the school board." The teal haired boy provided Hermione with a confused – and slightly unhappy – look that awfully reminded people of a kicked puppy. "No worries Ted, they see the whole game."

At this statement, the boy sprouted out another big grin.

.:~(*)~:.

"– and quite an awful rumor spreading it is! Words go around that you and Hermione are moving to America. Can you believe people these days? Honestly. Two of our finest moving out of the country? They must be crazy! The Black's and Peverell's investment in Hogwarts and Europe itself is too much to be just left behind –"

Magnolia, not even eying the chief wizard of Hogwarts board of committee, spoke to the Headmistress. "I do hope our move will not affect our funding and such, the marriage would only be in the muggle world and the Black family would claim nowhere else but here in the end. Magically, our home would remain here in Europe, of course, America and Europe would just have to share custody of our citizenship. I assure you, this was not meant to affect Hogwarts in any bad way Professor."

McGonagall nodded her head at her old student, turning strict eyes towards the spluttering members within the group. They were not very happy with having two of their most powerful beings anywhere away from Europe for a long time, especially in American ground. Though this was understandable considering the two magical world's contrast in some believes and America's lack of support during the war; it still stands that Magnolia does not hold anything against them, and they certainly have no right to make any restrictions for her.

"You have her word." The headmistress huffed. "This has nothing to do with Hogwarts anymore, so you cannot use her godson's quidditch game as an excuse to meet her and question her about her motive."

One wizard stands up to argue. "But Headmistress the Ministry would not –"

"It is not your place to be here and argue with my personal business when even Minister Kingsley had accepted and respect my choice. I am not a doll you can showcase as some kind of antique. I will not have that at all." Magnolia said in a bored, drawling, Draco Malfoy manner. "Surely you trust your own Minister to settle the case of the Black and Potter seat in the council while I'm gone. Or do you think him that incompetent in doing his own job?"

Magnolia almost smirked when the school board members started to stir a bit in discomfort under the pleasure of McGonagall and her stare. Call it retaliation for the entire traumatic experience the magical Ministry and their bad sense of decision had marked in her past, but Magnolia always did enjoy making politicians squirm.

Besides, these people had it coming for them. Using her godson's big day to call her out when she did not came to their meetings for a while. Granted it was a simple yet effective idea on their part. They know she would never argue with anything that may help Hogwarts, even if that something made her unable to be the first one to congratulate Teddy for his great success.

Yup, these people totally deserve this. Even McGonagall was on her side with these one.

Sighing, the young witch regarded the politicians with a cold, ruthless look. Thanks to them, her plan to spend four hour of happiness with her godson before portkying over to America and unpacking her stuff in Luthor mansion was officially ruined. Now she barely has two hours before Hermione dragged her back there…

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Western Mountain. Fay Hills.

May 30. 11:49 EDT.

"J-Josh." Kate panted slightly as they once again goes around a familiar looking group of trees. The path was similar to the ones they have just gone through thirty minutes ago and the mark of arrow curved at the tree confirmed their situation. "We've been here t-three times! I think we're lost."

The young man nodded tiredly to his wife, his grey eyes gleaming with well placed distress as they once again went around the tree that they had their marked. "I just keep… feeling like we need to do something in the camp. And I'll just walk around… not noticing…" He whispered softly to himself, his voice trembling a bit.

"I think w-we should just go back." Kate said softly, timidly glancing around her surroundings as the wind blows and the grasses made some sounds that would have been relaxing and peaceful in other situations. "I-I'm not… enjoying this anymore. I thought that it'll be like always but m-maybe we should have listened to grandma and stay out of t-the wild for a while after the wed–"

"Hush Kate." Josh silent his wife with a frantic look. Kate shut her mouth with a snap and became even shakier as Josh look at something behind her back. She waited; hoping with all her heart that her new husband was bluffing as he looks at her with frantic wide eyes. "K-Kate, slowly move towards me. Don't! Don't make any sudden movements."

Then Kate heard the sound.

A low growl filled the silent evening air in the thick forest as the young woman froze and the young man's eyes widened. It was either a lion or a bear, Kate decided in her head as the sound of the animal's foot crushing the dried leaves became closer and closer. A very big lion.

Throwing all cautions and knowledge out the window, Kate cried and ran as fast as she could in panic, Josh followed not far behind as they ran deeper and deeper into the confusing woods, not even turning to look at what is chasing them.

.:~(*)~:.

Gotham City Academy. Gotham.

May 3. 11:58 GDT.

Richard Grayson was bored out of his mind.

He would be the first one to admit that this situation is nothing but expected in his case as it was not the first time that these kind of unfortunate event had happened in his life and dare to repeated itself as if it was a broken lifetime record.

Said case being his current predicament of wanting so badly to suit up and fly out of the god-forsake boring class known to mankind as Literature. He would never figure out why education is so important when everything one needs to know is one click away in every single internet wielding machines.

Dick just could not understand Bruce's intention when he signed him up for school and honestly, almost every of the other sideki– ahem, partners works during daytime and he bet his domino-mask that most of those si… most of them were home schooled.

Why can't he be home-schooled? Home-schooled was good. Hack, internet was good enough in his own opinion.

If Bruce was doing these things for Dick's social life than his guardian was failing miserably; Dick could swear that half of the school would gladly pin him on a tree if they were given the chance… and if he was not an adopted Wayne… and a Robin. Then again, if he was not an adopted Wayne then they wouldn't have point him out from the bunch in the first place.

He wouldn't say that they hate him, per-say. Hate was rather a big, strong… nasty word. But they certainly seems to greatly dislike him if the stares he got every time he provide a correct answer for the teacher's question was anything to read into. For some reason, boys his age tends to hate him more.

The only boy around his age who genuinely seems to like him was Wally.

And Wally gets to skip school sometimes to help Flash. How was that fair?!

Granted, unless there was a specifically significant attack Batman works during nighttime and as such, so does Robin… but still! This was simply un-fair. Hack, Wally was sending him selfies of himself beating up some bank robbers! (He'll never understand Central City and their bad guys, honestly.)

He wondered what Bruce was doing at the moment. Probably playing business with Wayne enterprise or looking into some fishy things that are surely swimming around the globe… and in Gotham. Definitely in Gotham.

Dick wondered if he would be able to help his mentor. Didn't Batman look into Lex Luthor a lot these days? Maybe he could help him research while Bruce was off playing with his company…

Dick sighed noisily, earning himself a flying chalk on his forehead. He dodged it. Teacher became scary. Classroom giving teacher hopeful looks as if teacher could somehow condemn him to hell. Teacher seems like she really wants too. Nothing new.

Hack!

Anything was better than this boringly scary lesson slash classroom. He would gladly embrace Joker's attack on Gotham with open arms right about now. He was that bored. (Curse that clown for his untimely asylum visit.)

Or maybe he could swing over to Central city and help out Flash and Wally…. Now that's an idea! Maybe he could even sleepover for the weekend, Batman was fine by himself these past few days; ignoring him, telling him to do his homework, not letting him do his job at all because a bullet swished passed his hair… the usual.

Dick practically yelped in happiness when the bell rang and class was dismissed. Instead of going to the cafeteria like any good golden boy, he quickly ran towards the deserted boys changing room and plans his great escape.

Afternoon classes were just boring when all you have is gym. School was practically dismissed since the seventh and eighth grades are going on a field trip. (He wasn't even allowed to participate in the gymnastic club no-thanks to some adopted father).

Bruce would understand, Dick was sure. If he don't… well, tough luck.

Dick climbed the back wall with ease and grace, soon finding himself happily on top. Avoiding the cameras of Gotham Academy was practical child's play, he admitted while cackling like an evil scientist in the 90's (which he was not of course, if Dick was anything, he was a 21st century evil scientist). He dropped his bag down one seconds before jumping himself.

He never checked just where he was landing… or rather what was behind the big tree he threw his bag towards.

Bruce would definitely chew his head off later for that.

But for now.

"Um, hi Professor Lumini." The young sidekick said, laughing nervously while quietly surveying his surroundings. 'Like you should two minutes ago' mental batman scolds him. He quickly and cautiously stepped away from the red mini-mouse bag that has his guilty shoe mark imprint on it. "What… coincidence?"

The Professor was staring at him with an open gaping mouth while Dick tried his best to come up with a cover story to avoid the fish-like man's ire.

Next to the outrage professor was a man in black suit holding Dick's school bag on one hand, he regarded the boy-wonder with a raise brow before picking up the red Minnie-mouse bag with his other hand. And next to the man was a little girl – a seventh grader, Dick noted – with largely surprise looking eyes.

"Hello boy." The man in suit holding his bag drawled. "You see your professor was just explaining to us about how every single student in Gotham academy were in good hands… under great security." He titled his head as he gave the boy-blunder a soul searchingly chilly look, his face blank. "Now would you and your great example like to tell me more about the 'strong-arms' and 'superior protection line' of Gotham academy before I bid my Mistress goodbye for her school-trip."

The young hero gulped, glancing nervously at the fuming Professor who looks like he was about to blow someone's head off. (Dick has this distinct feeling; his sharpened instinct is telling him that it was his head the professor would prefer.)

He was so not feeling the aster.

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Bat Cave. Gotham.

May 3. 14:30 GDT.

Bruce Wayne was just finishing the final touch of his background checking on the Black family. It took him longer than he had previously imagined it would. And the longer it took to unveil the Black family's hidden secrets the more suspicious they became.

The league had leave alone the matter of Lex Luthor's torturously slow coming wedding with some random rich woman for the time being since it was not really a cause for concern right away; especially when they all have their own life to live, their own city to protect and all that.

Batman on the other hand did not let it go. And really, no one expect him to. He was after all; the detective. So to avoid any possible disasters, the unspoken fact was that everyone will be expecting results and more information from him even if it was not specified who would stalked the new to be Luthor in their last meeting.

He was the best stalker the Leaguers got after all.

And stalking he did.

Hermione and Magnolia Black – every past Blacks even – have been painstakingly good at avoiding the press or any sort of information gathering crews, it would seems. In fact the Black families he found seem to avoid any people outside their own cycle, leading to many inbreeding, even in the not so far away past.

All he could get out of his normally flowing information gathering program – which normally lead him to a lot of information – was the proof of their existence as British citizens and some of their education qualification. It was as if they have their own separate life from the usual life of a human being.

The Black family was old money it would seems, they were ancient nobles – and lord knows the UK protected their royals – and it was apparently the idea of Lady Hermione Black that JnL was legally build, leading the Blacks – for once in a long time – out of their own little cycle and join the chaotic world of high societies and annoying press.

And yet information about them before Hermione's engagement barely exists in record. It was as if there were just no connections between the press and the main Black family. In fact, it was as if no Black, even ones from the branch family who were situated like a coven across the world, ever gets in touch with social media.

Then Bruce started gathering information about other families who did this very same thing in the past; other noble names like Dolohov, Lestrange, Malfoy, Greengrass and many others started popping up. They all seems to keep themselves as low profiled as possible, well, even more than possible.

But it would also seem like these families have their own circle… if the marriage line and family tree pattern means anything. Bruce deducted that they were a highly classified group of people; probably feeling so entitled, so above others that they often wish to never mixed with people they deemed below their class.

And somehow…

Somehow, Lady Hermione Black seems to be fighting to break that bigotry. Bruce could admire that. Fighting against such old traditions could not come in as easy in any way, especially if such traditions involve one's own family.

But, was she so desperate to get out that she would marry Lex Luthor to get out of that situation? Or was this some other ploy to lead the league to false sense of alarm. And are there any connections between all the Black families spreading across the globe?

Probably, since they all shared the same emblem and sigil.

It would seem that these noble families each have their own separate little lives littering across different countries in the globe, having their own fair share of connections in highly influential places. Bruce now sees why Lex could so easily accept the marriage; in fact, he wondered why people did not take advantage of such largely influential family before.

No, he knows. It was quite obvious to him.

The Blacks and these noble families were so very rarely connecting themselves with the world that he did not doubt that they also forbid marriage outside their own cycle. Endogamy. Sticky followed by generations after generations too, it would seem.

So what made Hermione Black so special that no arguments from the other families seem to show up with her choice to marry out of the cycle? Or was this something that involves the whole family itself. Was there just no arguments arising from the other Endogamy part of the family? (Somehow Bruce highly doubt this.)

It was a debatable case.

"Master Bruce." Alfred interrupted Bruce's deep thoughts with his usually bland greeting. The Wayne head motioned for him to come in.

"What is it now?" Bruce asked his old butler.

The butler while adjusting his pot of tea on the coffee table spoke. "It would seem you got a request from the principal of Gotham academy to pay him a visit." Alfred said. "Regarding young master Grayson's behavior today."

Bruce groaned a little, covering his eyes with his hands and leaning back on his chair as he did. "What did he do?"

"It would seem that young master Grayson is accused of leaving school grounds before school is over, apparently planning to bunk the afternoon classes." Alfred paused. "And accused of murdering a red hello kitty bag by a 9 years old."

Bruce gave his old friend and butler an incredulous look. Alfred returned his masters weird-out stare with his ever blank one.

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Western Mountains. Fay Hills.

May 3. 16:45 GDT.

"J-Josh!" Kate shrieked as she backed away as fast as she could. Her bitten leg was drenched with her own blood as she whimpers in pain. "JOSH!"

But her husband did not answer. Only sound of dreadful growls filled the dreaded night air. Kate sobbed as she was blackened against a tree.

Some miles away, one woodcutter heard a piercing scream for help filling the quiet evening. Quickly on his feat, he reached for his phone and dialed the police to frantically tell his tale.

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Luthor Mansion. Metropolis.

May 3. 17:15 GDT.

It was a… curiously well spend day for Magnolia. She had to admit that she was more than a bit reluctant when Hermione had approach her for yet another 'family day' this morning. But as most times; she had called a truce – one sided; because the bald man does not even know that they were in 'war'… stupid – with the Luthor. Only to find out by the end of the day – again – that the day itself was not so bad.

Lex Luthor was an outright charming and charismatic guy when need be. It was no wonder he could have convince even Hermione with his outrageous ideas. Marriage? Really? They weren't even in the medieval age anymore!

Magnolia ruthlessly shoved down her rational mind that was telling her that she was just making excuses for herself.

Right about now the green eyed teen was following Lex luthor's assistant around the manor, exploring the big maze like house. The house itself was large enough. Three stories high, each and every room decorated like they belong to the kings and queens themselves, white marbles and gilded gold filled her gaze.

It was an odd thought; that she was now given the responsibility to live inside this maze of a house, courtesy to one of Hermione's brilliant ideas.

Magnolia skidded to a stop when the assistant unceremoniously paused all her blabbing and striding in the middle of what could only be described as 'the dance floor' – what with the magnificent chandelier hanging above them… not to mention the room itself was designed to hold a large number of guests – the guide gave a wry look at the wall clock, in all its giant glory hanging high on one side of the wall.

Lex Luthor's assistant – who was also her guide for the moment – frowns to no one in particular. She seems to be a bit frustrated, though that was probably aimed at the assistant herself considering her calculating look and the little wrinkle between her brows.

Mercy – the assistant – had also introduced her to her new room. It was a spacious place with lots of skylights and plenty of heights; apparently the man was not lost on Magnolia's love for heights and anything sky-related.

"Young Mistress?" The assistant suddenly asked; spurring the young girl out of her little trance.

Not getting anything the woman had said earlier, Magnolia blinked stupidly at her companion. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I was asking if you could find your own way back to your room." The assistant asked without a hint of emotion flashing on her pretty face. "Your mother wishes to talk to you and Mr. Luthor had summoned me to assist him in his studies five minutes ago."Magnolia nodded her head so the brunet woman walked away, leaving her to look around the hallway and realized that she had no idea where she was.

Magnolia groaned. "Well."

Subtly casting the 'point me' spell with her hand, she soon finds herself in front of the familiar snowy white double door. It was located at the highest level of the floor at the very end of a long hallway.

If one has any sense of direction, the door itself was not really a place hard to find (well at-least for children who live seven years of their lives in a castle that has its own brain and said children are still expected to be in time for fixed lessons). She noted that information mentally.

The war heroine opened the door and entered it.

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The first thing Magnolia notice as she open the doors to her new room was the many ruins running around her room as if they were scattering insect chased across the walls, floors, windows and roofs… It made her falter for a bit.

Then her narrowed eyes inspected the mountains of unpack parcels lying around the floor, sourly reminding her yet again that they were moving inside this very house. The third thing for that event was her 'mum' standing in the middle of it all; elegantly swirling her wand and the magic around.

"You're warding my room?" Magnolia asked incredulously, half forgetting that just this morning she had complained to the brunet about moving before the two ladies heatedly debate about the pros and cons of revealing the existence of the Black Mansion to Lex Luthor.

But in the end Magnolia would rather move than reveal the existence of Magic to Alexander Luthor of all muggles. Hermione may choose to trust him but Magnolia was not so happy about the man in their half-life, moreover their whole life.

"Yes." Hermione answered quite simply while she carelessly continued with her wards. "I have to make sure Lex knows nothing when we talk about magic. Your room, my room and the living room on the third floor are warded so no cameras or spy would pick up on any unusual conversations on those grounds."

Magnolia huffed. "Wouldn't it be just easier to ward the whole house?" Hermione scoffed but Magnolia simply pressured her to answer as all the running words began to fade inside the places they last attached themselves into. "Really, it was always your life motto to be better off safe than sorry."

Hermione give up a deep sigh as she was finally done with the complicated looking wards. The brunet tiredly walked towards the sofa and plopped down on the seat. "Look Maggie, I know you're not happy with me these days but right now you're bleeding snarky. Sod off with that attitude, wouldn't you?"

The auburn haired beauty crossed her arm with a healthy dose of defiance. "You're not answering my question again. You're doing a lot of those these days too."

"Stubborn mull as always, I see." Hermione snorted softly as she slouched over the couch, a rare sight to behold when it comes to the brunet. She motioned for Magnolia to join her; the red-head reluctantly did, sitting across the coffee table. "I simply want to trust my future husband in something, Okay? It may be contracted, but I do want a normal marriage life as far as I can too." Magnolia stared blankly as Hermione explained. "Yes Maggie, I don't oppose marrying Lex in anyway and this is not only because of you or your empire."

Magnolia narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying that just to make me feel better?" she accused.

"No." Hermione promised. "You should know better than anyone that nothing can make me say something just to make other feel better about themselves and their failures." Hermione lazily pointed her wand at the teenage girl, no real maniac behind her action. "However I would ask you to please stop acting like a spoiled snob and give the idea of Lex and I a chance."

Magnolia opened her mouth to voice her heated complains when suddenly a familiar golden medal flicked in-front of Hermione. Seeing the familiar medal, the teenager shut her mouth with a snap, cautiously eyeing her 'mother' as said brunet touch the medal and closed her eyes, probably to absorb the message given through the golden coin.

This was the new and improve version of the DA's galleon. Which means it was very important. The DA members only use it in times of emergency and apparently right now one of their friends is summoning the brunet. So pushing personal teenage angst aside, Magnolia look at Hermione's troubled face. "What's wrong?" Magnolia asked urgently as the brunet got up, swiftly putting on her coat.

Magnolia also ignored the latter that suddenly appear on her table with a burst of dust and flames. Hermione pick it up and started reading while breaking the information from the galleon to the red head girl.

"Some werewolves attack a muggle couple on the borderline of the Darkened Woods, Gabrielle is currently in Bludhaven with Daphne so she informs me as swiftly as she could." Hermione answered calmly as she quickly fixed her hair. "How is it that those werewolves were not stopped by the barrier? Or better yet, how is it that the Muggles got that close to the barrier?"

Magnolia got up from her seat, cursing like a sailor. "But isn't the Darkened Woods the Vampire's territory? Did they just… tolerate Werewolves raiding their land?" Magnolia asked, damning the barrier problem to hell. Borderline barrier breach happens a lot in the past, especially in powerful and populated places like America.

Hermione on the other hand was worried. She was responsible for many magical creature promotions and this was really bad for her work even if it does not really concern Britain. Magnolia on the other hand does not worry much about that.

What she's greatly concerned about at the moment was the great rivalry going on between the vampires and the werewolves. After all, at the position she was in, she was more responsible for the magical side than the muggle side. Her top priority was to stop such things as a war between magical creatures if it was within her power.

She could leave worrying about the barrier problem to the MACUSA and their ruin masters. A magical creature war in America can greatly affect Eurasia even if they are in different continents. Vampires and Werewolves were just comfy with their homeys like that. (Besides, what with the little number of Vampires and their tendency to change settlements, she was more than sure that most of America's Vampires were also Eurasia's.)

"Something is wrong with the current Creatures and I'm needed in the ministry." Hermione voiced calmly, it was more than what she could say about her own anxious thoughts. "The muggle attack was a bit on the borderline so muggle authorities were informed. The Creature-Care crew and I need to be there ASAP. Worst case scenario, we find that those muggles are death already."

Magnolia huffed in disbelief. "No," She insisted. "The worst case scenario would be both of them alive and effected by the furry little problem and muggle authority getting away with them." At that moment, Hermione catch her eyes and Magnolia mentally cursed at the slight panic look on her friend's gaze. "Go, I'll made excuses for you if Lex came home and find you missing. But don't expect me to stay anywhere near Metropolis tomorrow, you'll have to cancel the family press conference. I'm certain I will be called in for this."

Hermione firmly nodded her head as she quickly walked towards Magnolia's stylish and modern fireplace. "And Maggie, I've unpack some of your stuffs, please be a dear and be done with your unpacking by the time I came home." Hermione said stiffly and threw the floo powder. "Oh, and do tell Lex that I might be a bit late for dinner."

The brunet disappears with the flames that consume her from the very sands that she threw at herself.

As soon as she was gone Magnolia groaned un-happily as she turned back to glanced at the hundreds of parcels that all have her name printed on them. She reluctantly approaches the mountain like work sitting smugly on her floor. Her scowl didn't disappear as the boxes started to levitate here and there. Invisible force opens the lids and the room started decorating itself at her will, as she expertly uses the first charm spell she ever learned.

The red head relax a bit as she started considering where to put what inside the room. Expertly ignoring the thundering 'what ifs' on her mind.

She still really wants to be at that crime scene though. Stupid Lex Luthor problems. She seriously hopes there shall not be a lot of it in the future. And hopefully Hermione would come home with good news about the Werewolves and the Vampire.

The last thing she wanted to do at the moment is playing referee between the two legendary creatures as they brew their little war. She didn't want to deal with the other creatures that are likely to involve themselves either.

If anything was right about Magnolia Potter, it was that she is done with wars.

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Western Mountain. Fay Hills.

May 3. 18:08 EDT.

Hermione arrived in the middle of a thick forest with a hurl of wild hair and ferocious magic that was push aside by her sheer self control. Magnolia's words rang inside her head like a dead warning, getting louder and louder as she smells blood and sense the tangy magical feel that was left behind whenever a vampire and a werewolf ever the area not their own.

It did not happen often, thankfully.

She was not surprise to see a little group of healers, aurors and rune experts there. Though faster then she expected.

One of the rune expert saw her and get up with haste to greet her, introducing himself and relating to her what they were doing to fix the problem right away and desperately trying to convince her that these things does not happen often. Obviously Europe was not the only one who notices that Hermione and Magnolia might shift their location and quite possibly their country.

Hermione simple nodded her head, eying the borderline rune that was fixed right next to them. It was still not in the best condition, Hermione can feel that much, but it was working good enough to send muggles and magical alike away from each other.

Worst case would be one of them alive and taken by the muggle. Magnolia is probably right.

"How are the victims?" She asked hastily, sounding almost pained.

The young unspeakable nervously eyed the rune. Hermione figured fast that the plain and dull forest next to them is a work of the barrier. Not hesitating once, she walks through the barrier which does not rejected her as she was magical.

The brunet hissed softly when she saw the healers fussing over in one corner while one or two was examining the hand of a body – clearly a man – whose whole face, including his face was covered in a white sheet, although the sheet was now heavily red from all the blood.

"What happened?" Hermione practically hissed when the same young man step next to her not a moment later. "And muggle authorities?"

The young man sighed in clear exhaustion. "The man does not live long after the bite; the woman is alive… though we doubt that she will survive the, transformation." The boy wizard was also clearly not happy with what happened. Hermione could understand… no one will be happy with a war brewing between two of the most known and feared creatures. "As for muggle authorities, we have gotten rid of any proof of werewolf's bite from the man's body… we've been trying to help the woman –"

"Alert ward had just been breached!" A man's sudden shout could be heard from a tiny flame that pops up next to the young man's shoulder. "We have suspension that it is superman!"

The young man's gritted his teeth as Hermione's eyes widened like sausages. She did not expect that. "Everyone on position now! We can't let him catch on; it's not going to be easy fooling that man."

Hermione stood stunned in the place; they did not often deal with these things in England. Normally superheroes are not so fast about little matters like this there. And their wards were strong enough to keep more than a lot of things safe and where they need to be, Hermione had personally made sure of that.

But this was America where the likes of Batman, Wonder woman and Superman live. Hermione gladly noted that unlike her, the teams were moving around fast and in an order manner. In few minutes the rune writers were already ready for a full proof ward.

"Sight, check. Sound, check. Untouchable, check. Notice me not, check!"

Hermione could still see the dreary and dark side of the forest that was the other side of the ward. It was a lot like a window mirror, one side can be seen right through while the other side would see nothing. The brunet wanted to walk a bit closer to the ward to inspect it closer. She refrain though, and stay more focus on the determine faces of the rune builders and the remaining auror who have not yet left with the healers and the woman's body.

Hermione's eyes fell back to the dead body of the man who was lying near one of the big tree trunk like it had not been touched once. Idly, Hermione wonders why they haven't conjured a body to act as the woman if they think her to be dead soon anyway. She pushed away those feelings when she saw two towering figures heading towards the little clearing.

One was hovering, a man with fine build clad in familiar colors of blue and red; his blue eyes seems to be pierce with pain as he first sighted the dead man's body; he quickly flew towards it and hover about, glancing at his black clad partner. Batman, Hermione could point out right away by the distinctive dress code of the cape crusader.

"Damn it Damn it." The young man next to Hermione hiss in clear distress. The wizard probably hearing her unasked question sighed, nodding once towards the black clad man. "World's greatest detective." The boy said it as if it explains everything; Hermione – though having thousand questions on her mind – decide not to ask anything at the moment really asked more questions.

They observe as the bat examine the body for a while. They silently watch – stepping a bit closer even – when the two superheroes started talking to each other – something they couldn't hear from the distance – and they sight in relieve when Superman flies up a bit to leave and Batman started to step away too.

Just then; a wind blew covering Hermione's thick hair to smack at her cheeks.

The brunet witch tense as the dark-knight suddenly pause on his tract. "Batman?" Superman asked his friend. Batman did not head him though, rather, he walk back into the clearing and right pass the dead body. To the adding tension of the magical people, the bat was soon followed by his super friend, cautiously too.

Hermione feels her heart beating inside her ribcage like a Hawaiian drum, her eyes widened and her breath hitched in slight terror as the two heroes stood right in front of the ward, which was only a foot away from the brunet witch. Hermione barely heard the young man behind her cursing up a storm as batman eyed around the forest that was apparently 'in front' of them.

The black clad vigilant frowned. "I smell a perfume." He announced to his super friend. "A woman's perfume."

The young man hissed something to the ward builders as Hermione gathered her panic self as quickly as she could. Ignoring her jumping nerves, she glared at the men on the other side. They don't know, they can't know, they only smell and soon they wouldn't. "Kind to think of it, you're right." Superman suddenly said, landing next to his friend.

Hermione observe their weary face blankly. Their face was quite close to her after all. They wouldn't figure it out, they can't.

As if hearing her troubled thoughts, Batman suddenly turned to walk away, his black cloak flapping behind him in a graceful swoop. "It is irreverent for now; clearly the killers… or maulers are gone now."

Hermione watched them go with a strange look on her fierce eyes. "Take me to the bitten woman." She commanded before people could start asking why she flatly magiced her lavender smelling shampoo and perfume away.

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Luthor Mansion. Metropolis.

May 3. 19:30 EDT.

Magnolia opened the last parcel with exhausted caution as she all but ripped the top off. She was hungry and tired, it has already past her usual dinner time and neither Lex nor Mione seems like they were going to grace her with their presence anytime soon.

The red-head witch grumbled while she reached inside the parcel and pull out the hidden items. Magnolia blinked in surprise and wonder. She was severely amused to find that the parcel was full of her Hogwarts 'trophies'.

The old golden snitch was curled up in the upper corner, lying as still as a dead humming bird. The rectangular see-through box was full with familiar broken brooms that lay next to her old Firebolt that was also torn in half. Magnolia reached inside, pulled out the checked items and putting them aside.

She has not touched these items for almost ten years, and probably would not for another ten if they haven't move.

Her hands touch the familiar velvet feel of Godric's old hat. The hat was so badly toned that it now seems to be nothing more than a black round-knitted hat with a creepy face imprinted on it. The new headmistress was reluctant to throw it away; it was after all one of the only item that belong to one of the founders and – partly – survive the war.

So, Magnolia took the hat. It seems to be death in her opinion but Hermione had told her that the hat now had no more purpose to stay animated as it was replace as a sorting item. Unless someone gave it a new purpose, it was simply… asleep.

The witch put on the old rug of a hat around her head with a giggle before continuing to reach inside the box. Pushing aside the chess board, broken skrying crystals, and old prank boxes, the familiar material of the golden dress robe she wore on her forth year yull ball, the one she had worn while having Blasé Zabini as her date; she pulled out the old album of Lily and James Potter.

With a reluctant sigh, she organized her materials in her new lovely room; throwing away the broken brooms, storing the charmed dress inside her enormous walk through closet, pushing the album, Quidditch items and crystals inside one of her dresser with a high level of notice-me-not charm on it.

At last, putting the broken hat among the other material she collected to learn the art of sewing. Giving her room one more glance, she decided to venture around the mansion and look for the kitchen. She was hungry and her new father was starting to prove his incompetence.

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Fay Roads.

May 3. 23:30 GDT.

Brushing away raven black hair from her pale face, golden-blue orbs shifted out on the passing trees that seem to be running outside the small bus window. She hugged the red Minnie mice bag closer to her chest as the sun began to set on the horizon.

The careful little shift on her shoulder causes her seat mate to steer awake. The blonde little girl next to her slowly rises, yawning a bit as she rubbed her brown eyes. "… Are we there yet?" She mumbled.

"No…" The raven answers softly. She hugged the red bag closer to her chest. The blonde drearily nodded her head in understanding.

"You weren't sleeping, were you?" The blonde girl confronted softly. The black head girl shocked her head in defeated acceptance. "Why not? Are you Ok?"

The raven head girl just shrugged her shoulders. She also ignored it when her friend's mouth formed a frown. "Teacher wouldn't be happy if his charge didn't come home well and happy." The blonde tried guilt tripping. After all, it always works.

The raven huffed in annoyance. "What's the point?"

"Stop being so moody." The blonde retorted, crossing her arms and a pout forming on her lips. "We were supposed to enjoy the vacation, not get more bags under our eyes! Hack, I need my beauty sleep."

"Sorry Sabrina…" The black head girl mumbled. "You can go back to sleep, I'm okay really."

The blonde did not listen. "Not until you tell me what's bothering you I wouldn't."

The black head shocked her head vehemently. "Nothing important really!" She insist defensively, Sabrina simply glared at her friend. "Really… It's just…"

"…Just?" Asked Sabrina patiently.

"It's just." Sabrina look at her friend's strange behavior, the raven performed her well known nervous ritual by reaching the locket around her neck and tugged at it a little. Sabrina almost feels bad for her – recently – introverted friend. But she was a curious person and information was information, so she waited with her judging eyes. "… I met a brother… of sort."

"A… brother?" Sabrina asked, utterly confuse.

"Of sort." The raven corrected, now finally smiling.

Sabrina stared. "… Helena you were the Boss's only child." Now if someone tells Sabrina that her friend was going insane, she would hit them. But sometimes it was proven that denial was not only a river in Egypt. "You… haven't seen your psychiatrist since the gang war… have you?"

Helena glared at the blonde with some fire, ready to defend her own claim. But that was about when one teacher groggily walked towards them like a derange zombie and finally decided to see that some of her children were actually still awake.

"Helena, Sabrina. Go back to sleep. We're almost at the camp sight and I don't want you to be too tired for breakfast."

The two girls agreed grouchily. "Now girls, were almost at Fay hills, see that mountain? That is an indication that we are almost there." The two girls look up at the hills just when five siren ringing police cars ran pass them and towards their camping sight, awaking the bus full of sleeping children.

The young raven head girl silently watches as boys started running towards the window and yelling some nonsense. The teachers were beside themselves, trying to get them back to their seats. The girl also noted the teacher's sigh of relief when their bus and the police cars started to run in opposite roads. While the bus head's towards the eastern Fay hills, the police cars heads west.

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~To Be a Hero Facts~

Fact three: Helena Wayne - as you might have guess – exist.

Fact four: As a Fanfiction world, this world would mix up many things to make one's history using mix facts of different universe. (eg. Helena is Bruce and Selina's biological daughter, however she was brought up as a Bertinelli courtesy to Cat woman's decision and her fighting to keep Helena a secret from Batman.)

:Random Fact about myself: My favorite Robin is Damian Wayne. I love his brattyness and his actual willingness to grow up little by little. I think that made him perfect baby bat material.

Quesion: Who is your favorite Robin? And why?