An Infiltration

Well hello my fabulous readers and reviewers. Most people want me to continue this and I've even gotten a few PMs on it, so I've finally caved. At first, I had just planned on making it a one shot because it was a fleeting idea that randomly based my brain in so I was forced to write it and get it out of my system, but now after I have done so, I've seen that more people have enjoyed it then I thought, so I'm going all the way with it.

YEAH!

Anyways, here is the long awaited next chapter!

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Batman was so going to pay for this. Not as in 'oh, here is a few bucks for your effort' kind of pay either, but the 'driving the Batmobile a few times' kind.

Once they had gotten off of the train and loaded into the carts, which Robin took note of the big, nightmare-looking horses that pulled them, Harry and his friends told them that they would probably be sorted like the first years were and then proceeded to tell them about each of the houses. The explanation took up the entire trip up to the enormous castle that they were going to be living in for the entire school year. Not even Wayne Manor was that big, and it had taken him a while to learn how to navigate his way through that. A castle was obviously going to take a bit more of an effort, but he had an entire year to learn his way about, at least.

After getting out of their carriage, an elderly woman came up to greet them and introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, their Transfiguration's teacher, and the Head of Gryffindor. Robin thought that she was pretty cool for an old woman to be able to do all of that. She must have been the wizarding world's Alfred, without being a butler of course. She then told their new found friends to go ahead to the Great Hall and instructed their own group to wait there with her for the first years. After Hermione, Ron, and Harry left, she turned towards them and told them their excuse to come to Hogwarts.

"After a long while of thinking, we have decided to introduce you all as transfers from America. I trust you all are caught up to speed with the years that you have been assigned to." Professor McGonagall got a simultaneous nod from the group. The wizard that had trained them explained that they would probably not only be split up by house, but also by age, indicating the different years that they would be in. Wally was going to be in Fifth Year, Megan and Conner were going to be in Sixth Year, and Kaldur was going to be placed in Seventh.

"Good, thank you for coming in, even though it was probably an inconvenience for you all, but we are aware how important it is for the hero world to keep up with all things 'unnatural'. Try to keep a bit under the radar, the Ministry is always watching, and especially look out for your cat friend." Said cat perked up in Megan's arms at his mention and gave a brief nod at the commendable old woman. The other wizard had also warned their group a few times about the dangers if they were caught by the Ministry. Robin thought that they were probably made up of old paranoid people, and he thought that he lived with the most paranoid guy on Earth. He was just glad Batman wasn't a wizard or that might just have been accurate.

After another minute of waiting, the biggest man Robin had ever laid eyes on came down the path with a group of young children trailing behind them. Figuring those children to be the First Years that they had been waiting for, Robin hopped from Megan's arms to Wally's head.

All too soon, the giant guy left them with the young children and went off elsewhere, probably to the Great Hall, and Professor McGonagall reintroduced herself and gave them a small tour of the castle. The whole tour, the young children would whisper back and forth about their own group which was made up of obviously older teenagers, especially the one with the cat on his head. Robin felt his lips twitch up into a smile, he would have to do such things more often, it was so funny. Plus comfortable, Wally's head was very comfortable.

Not too much later, they stopped in front of two large doors for a brief moment, which the older woman pushed open quite easily, and then they were led into a huge dining hall. The first thing that Robin could see, with the help of his height on Wally's head, was the fact that there was no roof, just a clear night sky and floating candles. Was that normal? Robin didn't know, but he was bound to find out. Next, he noticed that there were five tables; one for the teachers in the front and four others for the student, obviously sorted into their different groups. Lastly, he noticed Professor McGonagall standing in front of their large group with a stool and a hat that looked like it had seen better days. She set the stool down and gingerly placed the hat on top of it. Once that was done, the hat somehow sat up a bit straighter, opened a hole near the bottom of itself and began to sing. Now Robin thought he had seen it all, being with Batman did come with way too many surprises, but a singing hat? Robin thought that he was ready to go to Arkham Asylum. He had to run through his mind a few times that he was now in magical territory, and if he was just freaked out by that, then he was going to be as good as dead by the end of the year.

The thoughts helped Robin calm himself down in time to see that the hat had finished and Professor McGonagall had started calling students up to sit on the stool and have the hat placed on their heads. After a moment the hat would call out one of the four houses and they would sit down with their housemates at their designated tables. Twenty minutes later, and the Young Justice found themselves still standing in the middle of the Great Hall with most occupants curiously staring at them.

The old man, who throughout the whole ceremony had been sitting in the middle of the teacher's table giving them a comforting glance, had stood up. Almost immediately, all eyes swerved to the old man who could only be the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. He quickly introduced himself as such and began explaining the presence of their group in their Great Hall.

"These fine young people have traveled from America to here to seek out our cultural differences in magics. They were randomly chosen by their school and were lucky enough to grace us with their presences. Please welcome them with open arms after we quickly sort them. Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall took that as her cue to take out another list, this one with their names on it and started to call them forth.

"Ahm, Kaldur." Since Kaldur only seemed to have a first name, the team decided to break his regular first name, Kaldur'ahm, into first and last names, since he normally went by just Kaldur anyways. Upon hearing his name, Kaldur walked briskly up to the stool and sat down, only to have the hat dropped onto his head and have a voice enter his head.

"Well, an Atlantian! What a surprise, I haven't sorted one in the longest of times as your people never tend to cling to the Earth for too long."

"How do you sort me, Mr. Hat?"

"The million dollar question, isn't it? As we speak, I am going through your memories of life to judge your actions and personality to see which house you are most accustomed to. You are a good leader, I see, but you have not a sly bone in your body. You are a normally calm person, but you do have the tendency to be irrational sometimes, comes with being a teenage superhero, I guess. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Though you are a brave hero, like most other superheroes tend to be, I am going to have to rule that over with your wide range of wisdom. Ravenclaw!"

The hat came off of his head in the next instant and he proceeded to the table with the most people clapping. He immediately saw that they all looked the part of the above average intelligence wizards, he might just enjoy this mission.

"Kent, Conner." Conner calmly walked up to the stool and gently sat down, not wanting to break the seemingly fragile chair, and his vision was blocked by the cloth of the hat within the second. He resisted the immediate urge to rip it off of his head, especially when it started talking inside of his mind.

"Well, a clone of Superman. How interesting. I never did get to meet him, though I guess this could count." Conner had to grip the edges of the stool before he ripped the hat to shreds. This thing was just setting off alarm bells in his mind.

"Well, you're a bit too naïve to be placed in Slytherin. Not the smartest guy, seeing as you aren't too old and taught by some odd creatures instead of through a real education, so I can't have you in Ravenclaw. You are brave, but by instinct and not by choice. But you do work hard and you have great loyalty for those you put your trust into. Hufflepuff!"

Not two seconds later did he rip the hat off of his head and proceed to the table where all of the occupants were all clapping, mostly out of nervousness, but they were at least clapping for their new housemate. Conner didn't seem to mind too much as he took his seat at the table.

"Morse, Megan." Megan felt a smile grace her lips as she practically skipped up to the stool and sat down. Soon, the hat was placed on her head and the familiar feeling of someone else in her mind gave her a bit of comfort.

"A young Martian girl? Well, this day is just full of surprises if I do say so myself. You seem more excited than the other two though."

"Oh, yes! I want to know all about Earth since I came here, this is just another opportunity and I can't wait!"

"Indeed, well since your knowledge of Earth in general in limited I can't have you in Ravenclaw. Your innocence is the brightest I have seen in my years here, so I couldn't possibly put you in Slytherin. You have a strong sense of bravery, but you're not as outgoing as other Gryffindors are. The last house is the greatest match for you and that other friend of yours that I just sorted. Hufflepuff!"

Megan gently took off the hat and handed it to Professor McGonagall before sitting right next to Conner at the Hufflepuff table. She gave him a smile and a quick wave and received a small wave back before she turned to watch their last member get sorted.

"West, Wallace." Wally mentally groaned. They just had to use his whole name, didn't they? He shrugged his shoulders before heading off towards the stool. Before he sat down, though, he plucked the cat off of his head, getting a small hiss from his best friend before sitting down and putting his friend-cat into his lap. A few moments later, the singing hat from earlier was put on his head and he was conversing with it.

"A young boy with super speed; this is new. Are you related to The Flash?"

"I'm only his nephew." Being sarcastic with a hat? He'd have to tell his Uncle about this when he got home.

"Well, that explains a good deal. Now let's get you sorted, shall we? You have a good brain on you, I see, too bad it's all over science. But I will think about that possibility. You do play pranks, mostly with your best friend, but it doesn't have any malicious intent, all in good fun. Other than that, you have no reason to be with the Slytherins. You aren't in the least bit naïve, but you have the qualities of working hard and loyalty, but not so much of patience. You would, however, fit right in along with the other Gryffindors with your brave and daring qualities. I really have no other choice than this. Gryffindor!"

Wally smiled as he took the hat off and passed it to Professor McGonagall, and then headed off to the table where Harry and his friends were seated. Ron shuffled over a bit and pointed to the seat next to him, obviously wanting Wally to sit with him. So with Robin sitting on his shoulder, he headed over and made himself comfortable next to his new friends.

Professor Dumbledore told the school their correct years to everyone before letting the feast begin. Food sprang up out of nowhere on the table and everyone dug in, except for the Young Justice team, who were questioning their table partners about where their food had come from. They got looks that practically shouted at them that they couldn't believe that this wasn't the way they were served at their own school before they just told then that the house elves make it and then it's brought up to the Great Hall by magic. Robin decided to out that information in the back of his mind, he would probably have to keep a journal and give it to Batman later so he could read it. The rest of the group took the explanation and started to eat.

Right away, Wally noticed a problem.

"Hey, is there a place where we can get food at any time? I have this freakishly high metabolism and I need food almost constantly and in large portions." Robin rolled his eyes and poked Wally's head with his paw, clearly aggravated over Wally's inability to go two minutes without food. The Golden Trio looked at him for a moment with curious eyes until they all laughed.

"I swear, Ron has the exact same problem, I can show you the kitchen later. All you do is tickle the pear and then the house elves will be happy to help." Robin looked at their new friends for a moment with plain confusion. Tickle the pear? Next they were going to give a massage to an orange!

"That's really weird, but okay!" And, of course Wally doesn't get to the bottom of it. Robin then jumped from Wally's shoulder to the table and stated to eat some of the food. What could he say? He was hungry too. From above him, Wally let out a small sigh and something that sound suspiciously like 'that was my food' before he grabbed something that was probably a burger and ate that instead.

"So, Wally. You're in your Fifth Year?" Wally nodded his head in response. "Well, that means you are our senior, we are in Fourth Year."

"Really? Well, I guess we won't have the same classes or anything like that. And just when I made some awesome friends, too." The others let out a little laugh before they all turned back to their food. Not too much later, all of the food magically disappeared once more, and the old man, Professor Dumbledore, stood up and gave a really long speech.

Normally, Robin would be all ears, but his cat side was getting to him. He wanted to curl up on Wally's head and go to sleep so badly. He couldn't really understand why, he had stayed up for days on end before, and he had even had a nap on the train! Being a cat had its disadvantages, he decided, because cats were famous for taking lots of cat naps. It wasn't too much later that Wally saw that Robin was fast asleep on the table. He let out a small laugh as he picked up his best friend and let his fellow housemates show him where their dorms were. Once he was settled in his own room and in his pajamas, he lay down on his bed and set Robin next to his head on his pillow and fell asleep.

Robin woke up to light streaming in through the window and onto his face. Getting up from the pillow he didn't remember falling asleep on, he jumped down onto the floor and began to stretch out as any normal cat would. He looked around to see some of Wally's roommates up and about trying to get ready for school while Wally was still fast asleep.

'Not for long,' Robin thought as he leapt back up to Wally's bed and proceeded to bite Wally on the nose.

Wally reacted instantly and woke with a small whine. Seeing Robin looking up at him with mirth in his eyes immediately set him on the trail to figuring out who woke him up in such an ungodly manner.

"Not cool Rob." The cat looked back up at him with unmistakable puppy eyes. It was hard enough to deny Robin when he pulled off the same move with his mask on. It was damn near impossible to deny him in cat form with those blue eyes pleading with you.

"Fine! I forgive you! Now what did you wake me up for?"

"Dude?"

"Robin?" He hadn't seen Robin's cat mouth moving nor did he know if it was possible for him to speak English while in cat form, but who else could be talking to him? But Robin was giving him his signature 'are you really this stupid' look. Who else-

"Dude, over here." Wally looked up with a sheepish grin towards one of his roommates that called him. He probably just looked really stupid right then, thinking that his cat was talking to him.

"Time to go to breakfast, you don't want to be late."

"Okay, I'm coming. Just give me a minute." His roommate nodded and shut the door behind him. Wally looked around to make sure the room was completely clear before using his super speed to quickly get ready for the day. Once he was done, he picked up Robin and held him as he made his way down to the Great Hall.

"You do know that you passed out on the table last night, right? I thought you could go on forever and never be tired. What would Batman say?" Robin looked up at Wally and stuck out his tongue while Wally just laughed.

"Besides that, you missed a ton of information, but I can tell you the rules of this place and the creepy forest stuff later. They are having some sort of wizard competition this year that's supposed to be super dangerous. I mean, only the Seventh Years get to participate too! So Kaldur might get picked if he ends up putting his name in the giant cup or trophy thing. Anyways, along with the contest, you have to have people to compete against right? So two other schools will be coming here. One person per school gets chosen and then they do the competition and whoever wins get this huge trophy and I guess their school gets bragging rights too. Won't this just be so cool?" By the time Wally had finished his explanation, they had made it to the Great Hall and Wally had started piling his plate with food, and Harry and the others had joined them at the very end of Wally's speech.

"Are you telling your cat about the TriWizard Tournament? That's a bit odd, isn't it?"

"Well, he was asleep and didn't get to hear anything about it so I thought that I would catch him up."

"Your cat?" Harry asked this, not sure where the conversation was going.

"Well, yeah. He is my best friend."

"Your best friend is a cat? Not that that is bad in any way, but what about other people?" This time, it was Hermione who had to ask. She had a cat, but they weren't that closely attached at all.

"Rob is just special, is all. He can do awesome tricks, and he understands everything. Rob is just my best friend because he can understand me better than anyone."

"Well, if you say so mate. Let's see this schedule." Only a few moments later did his three friends let out a simultaneous groan.

"Double potions to start off the year, isn't this just fantastic?" The sarcasm was not lost on Wally and Robin as they looked at Wally's own schedule.

"I have divination and then Defense Against the Dark Arts." Three heads swiveled his way and Wally felt three sets of eyes boring into his skull. He looked up to see all three of his new friends staring at him.

"What?"

"Divination for your first class of the year? You poor, poor soul. At least you can tell us what our new DADA teacher is like when you come back here for lunch."

Wally was just about to ask what was so bad about Divination besides the concept when all of the sudden, a huge group of owls filled the air of the Great Hall and dropped what seemed to be envelops and packages onto the tables. Wally was quite stunned and Robin had jumped onto Wally's lap to avoid being hit by anything.

When the assault was over with, Robin poked his head up just enough to see if everything was still in one piece. Most occupants in the room, Robin realized, hadn't even bashed an eyelash at the sudden appearance of the owls and picked up the things dropped down upon them. Robin swiftly jumped back up from Wally's lap to the table and sat down to look at the newspaper that Hermione had just received. There was a picture that was moving on the front page, he realized, and came to the conclusion that moving pictures were also just a normal wizard thing, as no one else commented on it.

Just how different were these wizards from the rest of the world?

Robin didn't get to think about that too long because soon enough, Wally was done with breakfast and picking him up so that they could go to his first class.

And it was just when they got to Wally's first class of Divination that Robin started to officially curse the mission. The room was way too stuffy; stifling hot and unbearably smelly with some sort of crap perfume. With him being a cat only amplified the horrid smell to the point where he thought he might pass out. Robin sent out a silent message to Wally of 'good luck' before hopping out of Wally's arms to run right back out of the classroom. Wally turned around with a startled expression, trying to find his best friend so that he wouldn't have to suffer alone, but to no prevail.

"Welcome children! I have foreseen this meeting and have many horrible predictions to bestow upon you all!"

Wally mentally cursed his best friend and tried to give the teacher the benefit of the doubt. It worked for all of five seconds, but when she started telling everyone what deadly things were to happen to them all this year, he gave up and immediately labeled her as loony, beyond a normal wizard.

'Lucky Robin, wonder where he is anyways.' Wally wondered to himself.

Wally wouldn't see Robin again till dinner.

Robin, meanwhile, was in the library, hiding under a table with a few books, trying to find something out about this wizard tournament that Wally had told him about. When flicking through 'Hogwarts, A History', he found the information he was looking for. He then decided that the schools participating in this had to be completely crazy.

'Why me?' Robin thought to himself as he stretched his limbs after sitting in the same spot for the past few hours and walked out of his hiding spot. He had to tell the team, which meant that he had to find a place that no one would bother them and see him transform back into a human.

This TriWizard Tournament was defiantly going to be trouble for him and the rest of the team.