A/N: Sorry! I forgot the disclaimer on the last chapter:

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR YOUNG JUSTICE!

Please don't sue me! Anyway, I think I might do weekly updates (Every Saturday (ish)) but I am quite forgetful and a perfectionist so I'll probably write each chapter out at least three times and still hate some of it. Hopefully you enjoy the chapter, fell free to give me any tips!

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Chapter Two
Changes

Two weeks had passed and nothing had changed. It was the middle of summer and as most summers usually are, it was boiling. All of the members of Young Justice had constantly been messing around on the beach near Mt. Justice; there was hardly any criminal activity anywhere so there had been plenty of opportunities to hang out and relax with the team. Yet lately, Dick had been troubled by terrible migraines. They had been gradually getting better, but not before he had lost concentration and screwed up, causing a mission to go south.

Then came the sunny morning of July 31st, the week (up until now) had been surprisingly normal. Well, I'm not sure what exactly to call normal when you're attempting to explain the week of a thirteen year old acrobatic sidekick to batman in the most corrupt city in America, but never mind. This morning however, with three knocks of the door, two turns of a key and the twist of a shining doorknob; any chance of having another 'normal' day had been shattered. Stood at the door was an older, strict looking woman wearing an emerald cloak and dress, her greying hair tied up in a tight bun. Curtly nodding to Alfred, she stepped confidently into Wayne manor.

"Evening Alfred, there's substantial proof I suppose?" She asked glancing around the grand foyer.

"Minerva, you wouldn't be here if I didn't" he replied, chuckling nervously.

"I know, it's just that, I still don't understand how this could've happened." She said confusion permanently etched onto her features.

"I bet Dumbledore will know, him and his secrets and a mind which spans two universes…" Alfred answered, sighing.

"Well then, let's get down to business." She exclaimed looking to Alfred.

"Yes mam!" He said trying (and failing) to hide his look of amusement from his old friend's antics as he led her to Bruce's office.

When they had finally stopped, Minerva found herself in front of a mahogany slab which was double the size of any respectable door. Knocking twice, she politely waited for a response before walking in. The room behind the door was a reasonably good sized office with a desk, bookshelves, an ancient clock and many shelves habited by disassembled machinery and treasures. Sat behind the polished desk was none other than the great bachelor himself, Bruce Wayne. He was certain that he hadn't got any appointments today and was therefore looking to Alfred. Alfred of course knew what he was thinking ; simply shaking his head he vacated the room to allow the drama, which was certainly about to ensue, take place. Inside the room, tension built quickly as beads of sweat formed on Bruce's forehead. Minerva, on the other hand, had been perfectly relaxed. Mind you she had nothing to worry about besides what she would have to tell to the poor man in front of her.

"Mr Wayne, I come here with extremely unfortunate news." She stated solemnly taking the man by surprise

"What do you mean?" He asked impatiently, interest peaking slightly.

"It's about Richard." She continued, the same stony expression written clearly on her face. At that Bruce tightly clenched his side.

"Who are you! What do you mean!" He questioned exasperatedly.

"I'm Minerva McGonagall, a professor at a school in England: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She paused before quickly continuing.

"We have been monitoring Mr Grayson since you became his guardian. It is unusual for a child from another country to be accepted into our school, actually, this has never happened before!"

"Wait! What do you mean by witchcraft and wizardry, what has this got anything to do with Dick?" He interrupted

"I'll get to it…" She said glaring unwaveringly at Bruce.

"There were some complications at Richard's birth, Mary Grayson was not Richard's biological mother. Lily Potter is; he has a twin, Harry Potter. He and Lily's Sister are now his only living relatives." She finished quickly, looking at the shocked man in front of her.

"A Twin? Wait, are you saying that Dick's a wizard?" He asked, absentmindedly opening his mouth

"Well yes, to both of them questions. Seriously, I would have thought that you would take this better, considering who you are." She said seriously as an awkward silence enveloped the room.

"How do you… What did… When…?" He stuttered

"Oh yes, I forgot, Alfred is a wizard. He has been modifying Richard's memory. He's already gone through enough already." She explained, once again with a straight face. Bruce coughed, spluttering coffee he had begun drinking to calm his nerves.

"What?" He exclaimed, mentally thanking the woman for making the household forget any more abnormalities throughout Dick's life. Although he had seemed to be taking this news better than any normal person, but he was still struggling. Facts flew around his head faster than the speed of light; Dick being an eleven year old Wizard; Alfred being a Wizard; magic in the first place… it was all a little too much.

"Unfortunately, there is one more thing. Richard will have to go to Hogwarts and as I have stated before, Hogwarts is in England." She explained looking over to Bruce who had quite suddenly jumped up.

"Sit down Mr Wayne. I'm not finished explaining. No, he cannot be accepted into any other magical schools, He can be back each term break and for the summer holidays. Use of magic from under aged witches or wizards at home is inhibited and he will face expulsion if done so. These Mr Wayne are the only rules you will have to understand for the time being." She continued, watching his face of anger be calmed into exasperation, worry then finally – curiosity.

"So what do I need to do now?" He asked

"You need to be the one to tell him. It's for the best." She explained avoiding his eyes by glancing over at the old clock. They sat in another intense silence for a few minutes before you could hear the ear-splitting creak of the door behind them.

"Hey, Alfred told me to tell you that dinner is ready… Who's that?" Dick asked noticing the other person in the room then glancing at both of the serious faces presented in front of him.

"Actually, I think a better question would be 'What's going on here?'" He smirked but the two people in the room who kept their stony expressions

"Um, Dick, Dinner can wait. We need to talk…" Bruce stated sending an unflinching glare at him which clearly said 'Listen or else'. To be perfectly honest, Dick didn't want to find out what the 'or else' would mean; therefor slowly taking a seat in front of his guardian and the mysterious stranger.

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