Hi, I want to thank you for the reviews, is not much but better than nothing. However I want to reply to one from Rickyp01 about the resurrection stone. I believe the stone can gift you the ability to see all, after all you can't hide for death. First the stone was used to see someone that had all departed life, and if you see someone die in the presence of death, Harry could see a Thestral after seeing someone die. I think, or I want to believe that the stone gifts the owner the power to see everything.

here is my second chapter, hope you will enjoy

Two weeks has come to an end since Barbara's unfortunate assault by the clown prince of crime who crippled her. She recovered in those two weeks in Gotham's hospital, doctors consulting about her spinal cords until the ultimate decision was made, Barbara need to use a wheelchair and take it slow, hoping that she will recover. Her father James Gordon visited her a lot, everyday around lunch and spoke to her about his day, but at day when her father couldn't visit her due his work as commissioner of the GCPD. Her new friend Harry would visit, and like promised he brought her the new technology books about computers but also about new technology itself. At the moment she was sitting in her bed, studying one of his blueprints. "Hey Harry," Barbara called out to her friend who was seated next to her, typing furious on his laptop. "What is this new blueprint about?" For her the sketch looks fairly high-tech, something that would belong to the Justice League or something what her friend was grown up at on Argos. Small thrusters with a framework-box that contained information about his design.

"What you hold in your hand are thrusters, powerful enough to hover or fly above the ground or high in the sky. At least according in theory," Harry laughed the last part while continuing typing away, Barbara noticed some frames with 3-d models of a hovering wheelchair. She turned her head, still the thought of never walking had hit her hard and Barbara feel delighted when she found a friend in Harry. "We need to calculate the mass, weight, size and power of the chair, following with a board computer that can do that for us. Next is which program we will..."

Barbara let out a giggle when her friend tunnel vision about his projects, shooting one idea after another towards her and she responded with theories of her own. The pair would be talking hours if it wasn't for James who would enter the room with bags of food and the three would eat together. "Harry, hey Harry!" Shouted the girl, pulling Harry out of his theories. "The doctors declares me healthy enough to leave the hospital tomorrow, shall we celebrate the happy occasion?"

"Certainly Barbara," Harry exclaimed, placing the laptop on a chair and then stood up to give her a hug. He planted a kiss on her cheek, something she was very fond of. "Where do you want to celebrate, your or mine place? If we use mine I think we can house several of your friends?"

"Yours it is, however how can all that fit in my small apartment." She jested, slapping his chest lightly while Harry unwrapped his arms from around her frame and sunk back on his seat. "And... and how will I enter my apartment now?" The last sentence was said in a small, weak voice when the hit of reality returned. A gentle, warm hand fell on her wrist, grasping her lightly but strong enough to pull her out of her depression. She tilted her head to look at her friend who send her a encouraged look and a smile that lifted her spirit.

"You can stay with me Barb, I don't mind to help you." Harry offered her. "Move in with me, I am sure your father would feel less concerned, of course only if you want. I know you are a strong young woman who can take care of herself, but you have become my friend, and well, you know I like to help them."

Barbara froze in her bed. She knew that they shared a warm relationship, not of love but one of friendship. But she had never heard Harry so serious, offering her a place to stay while knowing nothing about her. The reason why she was shot by the Joker, Barbara kept this knowledge a secret from her father and her friend, if only she could tell him. "I don't think that is a good plan, you have seen the Joker. He was after my father, for revenge and he choose me to hurt him." The red haired beauty groaned inwardly at her lie, using that to decline his generous offer. She didn't have the courage to look in his eyes, fearing to see something she didn't want to see. "My father captured a lot of thieves and criminals that we lately call villains."

"And this have nothing to do with being Batgirl, Barbara?" An unexpected response came from her friend. Her head shot up and with a sharp turn she stared at him, disbelief clear in her eyes. Her lips moved, no sound came out except that one word. "H..how?"

"I overheard the Joker when I ran up the stairs, it drove me to run faster and to take them out." Harry started his explanation to a stunned Barbara who held her eyes strained on him. "I could not lose the light of Gotham, someone who throws her own life in front of others, shielding them, protecting the innocents all in the name of Justice. Could you?"

Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes, streaming down her cheek while she listened to her friend's passionate words. "Do you really believe that? That I am the light of Gotham, but how can I protect them now that I lost my limbs."

"Become something more, you're not limited by your body Barb. No, you have more, so much more and a fine, great intellect and skills in computers. We can guide future heroes, using our enemies plans against them own, a cyber war." Barbara tilted her head, eyes large while she progressed her friend's words. "In the stories of old, heroes would travel to Delphi for guidance, suggestions and would follow her words. You could become Oracle!"

"Oracle?" She repeated softly, repeating the name in her mind and strangely she liked it. Barbara grasped his hand, holding them tightly. "I like the name, thank you."

Harry chuckled, returning the gesture and waved his wand through the air, dispelling the silencing and privacy charms from her room. Standing up and moved to the stand to pick up a pair of cups to fill with tea, returned and handed one to her. "We'll talk another day more deeper on the subject. For now, let eat as I believe your father will enter this room in a second."

The door swept open on clue and James Gordon entered the room, balancing boxes of pizzas on his hands. Quickly moving to Harry who took a few off his hands and placed them on the stand before handing one to Barbara. "Pizzas, delicious. And oh~" Harry shouted, "Great, several different pieces. Thanks James!"

"No thanks at all Harry, you keep my daughter company and I see that you started a few projects with her." James commented, slicing of a slice of pizza that he brought to his mouth. Cheese slid off the slice in heaps, definitely police food. "Barb, honey I heard the good news that you are soon released from their care."

"I am," Barbara said after she took a bite of her own. "Something to look forward to, finally something else to see than this muffed room. And Harry invited me to move to his house, I accepted."

"Grlp!" Gordon suffocate when the pizza hung stuck in his throat. Was it due the bad chewing or through the news that his little girl would move in with a young man, we will never know, don't we?

"What! Honey, the last few days I have learned a lot about this young man, he is smart, kind and probably from your point of view handsome, but this is a bit too soon for you to move in with a man!" James roared after his throat was clear and his lungs filled with air. "You two aren't even dating, something I actually forbid. How can my little girl grow up so fast?!"

Barbara pursed her lips together, pouting at her father. "Dad!" She shouted on her turn while crossing her arms over her chest. "You knows Harry, I knows Harry, I bet you did a background check on him, clean, I take it. We move in his house, you don't have to worry anymore and you can concentrate on the Joker who had escaped Arkham again."

James Gordon shot to his feet faster than you can say Batman, rushing towards his coat and pushed his arms through the sleeves. Quickly moved to his daughter, pecked her forehead and send Harry a firm gaze that asked him to take care of his daughter before he fled the room, this all happened in a span of a few seconds. "Argh! Me and my big mouth, if I kept that information for a bit longer for myself, dad would stay here enjoy his meal."

"Is it wrong of me to be glad that he is gone?" Barbara send him a withering glare that told him that he must spill out the reason fast. "I mean... that I am glad he is gone or else he would have thrown me in Arkham because his daughter will move in with me."

Her eyes softened, knowing the reason was justified. The commissioner was an overprotective father, having lost his wife and son through his life, and almost his daughter who will move in with someone that he only knew for two weeks. Barbara placed her hand on his. "How did you get a apartment so quick?"

"It is not really an apartment Barb, you just need to see it." Harry told her, a far off look in his eyes. "I bet you would like it there."

"Am sure I will," Barbara toasted with her cup and the two fell in an easy conversation while enjoying the meal.

Next day...

Harry pushed the wheelchair down the road towards Barbara's apartment. Pushing the door open and lifting Barbara out of her chair and placed her securely in his arms, bridal-style with her arms around his neck. "You would miss this place, don't you?"

"I will, but on the other hand I will not. It might be better if I just left this place, who knows that there is more out of them knowing my identity." Barbara said while Harry climbed the stairs, arriving at her door and unlocked before he pushed it open. "And I feel curious at how your place looks like. You are so mysterious about, just like him."

Entering her apartment, Harry moved towards the couch and gently placed her there before moving out, down the stairs and picked up her wheelchair and returned to her. Placing the wheelchair next to her while she climbed back in, she tilted her head to look at him. "Thanks Harry, c'mon let get to it." The pair started to fold in the boxes, Barbara folded her clothes. 'No hell would she let Harry fold her clothes, what if he see my more daring underwear or bra's? Or my other clothes...' The redhead thought mortified at the image, seeing Harry with her underwear in his hands. 'Nope, not happening!' Speeding up, and throwing her clothes in the box with a red face.

"Honey, I have come to help you with packing," Came the unexpected voice of her father that caused her to scream out, almost. She turned her head, a smile on her face when James entered the room with new boxes that they could use. "I brought some new boxes and something to eat, I bet you are hungry."

"Thanks dad!" Harry hears Barbara shout and he quickly moved his arms around the room, searching and detecting her equipment for her alter ego Batgirl. Founding actually a lot, Harry quickly summoned them and transported them to his dwelling where it would stay out of sight. Moving towards the bookshelves, Harry started to place them carefully in the box. "Hi Harry, I see you are packing my books, thanks." The young man turned his head to face his friend. "You have heard my dad, he offered to help and we are almost done with the living room."

"Almost done here, your books were the last that needed to put away." Harry told her before showing her the other boxes. "We can move out after this, place everything in the moving truck and ride to mine."

Barbara smiled, she have reasons to do that, turning her chair she rolled out of what was once her study room. Missing this place, she will but staying here would only bring out more danger and at the moment she can't defense herself. "Sounds like a plan, let move everything to the truck and I can finally see your mystery house." Behind her, Barbara could hear her friend laughter that were soon replaced by a groan when he lifted several boxes at the same time. Watching him walk out of her apartment and down the stairs and followed by her father, the young woman decided to look a last time through her former apartment, lifting up memories about this place. "I would miss this place."

"And I'll miss you, pudding." Barbara's head shot towards her with a sharp turn, eyes wide in shock. "Mister J didn't told me why he did go after you, when Mister J returned my prince hadn't told still. And now I came to see why." There in the windows frame, crouched low was Harley Quinn, Joker's right hand woman. "Let's play, shall we?"

"Shit!" Cursed Barbara inwardly, placing her hand on the wheels and created some distance between them. Keeping her eyes focused on the mad girl who pulled out a chainsaw while she smiled like her lover, Joker. "Dad! Harry! Somebody, help!"

"Nobody will come little pudding, they are at the moment dancing with my friends." Harley pulled the string, starting the engine and soon the room was filled by the sound of the chainsaw. Slowly stalking towards her, a menacing grin on her face. "Now, let's smile, shall we." Harley lifted the chainsaw high in the air with the intention to shred her in half. The blades closed the distance and Barbara in her chair could not escape her assaulter when unexpectedly a yellow, very familiar boots lashed out against the flat side of the weapon, throwing the chainsaw out of his deadly arch.

"You have fallen low, Quinn." Quinn and especially Barbara looked up, wide eyed at the person who came to her rescue. There standing protectively in front of her was none other than Batgirl, her red hair flared behind her as did her cloak. In her hands she held three batarangs that Batgirl held between her fingers and then with a fluent hand movement they sailed through the air and then exploded, bright light blinded them. "We need to move, now!" Barbara feels the arms of her savior wrap her up and placing her bridal style before she fled the room. She felt the wind rush past her face when Batgirl leaped on the roofs and the mad laughter of Harley following them. "She is persistent isn't she?" Barbara heard Batgirl say and she glanced over her shoulder to see the crazy clown following her. Another round of flashlight blinded her pursued and that's when she felt a strange feeling in her belly, as if she was pulled through a small tube before that strange feeling graduated ebs away and she opened her eyes only to gape a relative large mansion.

"H...how.. What?!" Barbara stammered out, overwhelmed at the past events that happened to quick for her. Slowly recovering from this strange experience she turned to her double, "Explain, who are you?!"

Batgirl pulled out a phone and dialed a number. "James, I got Barbara safe out of her apartment. It was not only the clown thugs but also Harley Quinn. We are at my address, come with the truck and I can starting unload while you place the villains behind bars." Barbara heard her double speak in the past two weeks voice that she came familiar with. "Yes, I will, don't be worried James. I will, sure. Here she is." She heard her friend's voice left her own lips, mind boggling but suddenly the phone was pressed into her hands.

'Barbara are you alright?' She heard the worried voice of her father. 'I was so afraid of losing you, Harry and I were assaulted by Joker's gang, somehow they held a grudge. I had send Harry to you, glad I did after I heard from him what almost happened. Now, I want you to listen carefully, stay with Harry and take care of yourself, okay.'

"I will daddy, don't you worry about me. I love you." She hung up the phone with a click before Barbara rounded on her double. Her blue eyes sharp, and her face hard. "What are you, and how did you turn in me, Harry?"

"I'll explain inside if you don't mind Barbara." Without waiting for her reply, Harry who is still in his Batgirl form placed her in a wheelchair that was first not there and then entered his house. Entering his place and standing in the shadows where the young man slowly turned around when a moving truck entered his ramp and stopped next to his friend. The door slammed open and James left the truck, closing the distance and wrapped his daughter in a warm, relieved embrace. "I thought I lost you Barb," Murmured James who buried his face in his daughter's hair. "Don't do this again, I want you to stay here. I know that Harry will protect you, and I, I need to make Gotham a safe place."

"Dad?" Barbara called after her father who left the ramp and stepped out of Harry's borders. A police car waited for him, opening the door James looked for the last time to his daughter before stepping in and he was on his way to the GCPD, probably a meeting with Batman. Groaning Barbara turned around to confrontate her friend, she want to know what he actually is and she will not stop until she knows. And when she entered her friend's house, that thrall did only grew when she noticed strange moving paintings. "Harry, Where are you?"

'He's in the living room my dear,' A very attractive woman with vibrant red hair answered her question, the strangest is that the woman who spoke was in the painting, smiling down at her. 'There everything will be explained.'

"How can you speak, is that some kind of high-technology?" Barbara questioned while she pressed her face closer to the painting, studying her object of interest. She placed her hand against the painting, a surprised look showed on her face and she retreated her finger. "No screen, actually painting but it feels strange."

'It's magic dear, go find my son and he will explain.' Barbara listened to the beautiful woman who stepped back and walked to the edge of the painting and vanished out of young woman just stood there for a moment, progressing this unexpected discovery about her friend before she moved to find the living room. "Unbelievable, am I some magnet for unordinary friends or something?" Muttered Barbara, her eyes taking in the different paintings, all humans bearing some familiar expressions of Harry. "Robin was slightly normal, no superpowers at all, only highly acrobatic and trained by Batman, of course the Dark Knight himself, world's greatest detective and martial artist, followed by Zatanna Zatara who is a magician and trained by her own father, and now Harry who seems in the same category as her female friend. And lastly Supergirl or Linda Danvers." She muttered, entering the living room to see that there were some really high-tech equipments. She almost drooled at the sight of them but quickly she called herself to the order. "Harry?" Barbara called again, eyes roaming the room while she tried to ignore all the high stuff. Until finally her eyes rested on Batgirl who sits in a comfortable leather chair, bringing her hands to the wheel she pushed herself forward. "Is it that really you?"

"It is," Harry in Batgirl form said before she cancelled her conjuration charm and the Bat-suit shimmered out of existence and leaving a perfect twin of her behind. Barbara was relieved that Harry wears at least something under her suit and then she saw him change to someone else, he became taller, broader with defined muscles and his once vibrant red hair turned darker and shorter and now Bruce Wayne sits on her twins seat. "My people called our kind metamorphmage, witch and wizards who can change his or her physical appearance without the help of potions or spells. And I think you know what I am, a Mage."

"You are kidding me, can't I have normal friend?" Barbara shouted towards the world when the fates have gifted her with another meta-human friend. She rounded on him, glaring at him with a sharp eye. "And you, Harry, mage or whatever, spill!"

"You know how we have met and that is nothing more than the truth." Harry started in Bruce's voice while his form changed, morphed to his original one. "We have become friends the past two weeks and you might hate that I lied to you of what I truly am, but be reasonable, heroes, villains and those in between loves to keep their true identity a secret for several reasons. You for your friends, parent and loves ones, Bruce because he is paranoid and I, well I because I can."

"Not really a trustworthy answer Harry," Barbara retorted while her mind worked over hours to find out what he all knows. She now sees the familiar look of her friend but a few changes were there, while was first a mere young man of 5,8 on the small side he was now a giant of 6,5, broader muscles like Bruce or any other martial art fighters, a more vibrant emerald eyes that pulsed with power, a crooked grin on his face. His wild, unruly hair was slightly longer, reaching his shoulders, the clothes Harry wears are of dark colors, shirt stretched to its limit and pants showing well defined leg muscles. "We can return to that another time, now I want answers. And it is a start you showed me your real face, if that is the real one?"

"It is real, only the length has slightly changed, if I would show up with my real length people became scared of me. For us, I truly think of you as a friend and it was never my intention to keep this from you. But would you believe me, trust me after your life as a guardian angel of Gotham, fighting criminals, would you?" Harry returned a question at the end of his sentence, something she had actually expected and respected. She would like to think that this is a good start, especially that he knew about her being Batgirl.

"I would not has trusted you, especially after what had happened to me." Barbara told him, wrapping her arms around herself and seeing Harry immediately move towards her with a worried expression touched her. She felt him pull her out of the chair and towards the couch at which he took a seat first before placing her on his lap. "But within the two weeks we met and talked to one another I started to trust you, wondering if I could lead a normal life, but it seems there is more in the world."

"And there is, and would you want a normal life while you know that you can make a difference? I won't and on my own world, a different parallel world I was someone." Barbara hearing his words, knowing that her friend would start his story of what he did. "I was born in a warm, welcoming family with parents who cared about me, loved me and protected me from the harsh, unforgivable world. My parents and I were not normal humans, we were gifted, born with a energy source that bends reality, something my parents and our kind called Magic. The time was of war, magical and none magical died at the hand of a self proclaimed dark lord and his followers. There were two camps, one of darkness with the intention of killing every living creature that are not worthy in his visual world and one of the so-called light, an old man who has been absorbed by his own legend, sending innocents to their deaths."

"What happened next, I can guess that the light won?" The young beauty asked Harry who tightened his grip around her. Laying down his chin on her shoulder, Harry resumed his story. "The leader of the light visited a sheer who proclaimed a false prophecy that led to the fall of the self proclaimed dark lord who in his fear of losing his riches, power and control visited the house of my parents with the intent of murdering the chosen one, me." Here Barbara let out a gasp, she could not believe that a madman would go after a child only because of a prophecy. "In the end, I lost my parents and my grandparents did go into hiding, but the dark wizard was death by me somehow. The leader of the light saw his chance, sending me off to a family of non magical, those who hated not normal people and I was ambushed for the first five years of my life until my grandparents rescued me." His friend on his lap had now her hands covered her lips, tears trailing down her face. Harry moved his left hand, wiping away her tears. "My grandparents taught me everything, all the knowledge of centuries old that belonged in our family was taught to me. The old allies of my house helped me, but unknowingly a dark plot brewed under the surface. Dumbledore, the self-proclaimed leader of the light planned the dismiss of my grandparents when I attended his magical school and claimed guardianship of me."

"I don't like this, how could someone do this, and why?" She cried out.

"The reason why is that my family is a very wealthy and powerful one, many searched a way to obtain all what my family possess. With the loss of my grandfather and the so called guardianship while he was not named in my parents or my grandparents will, I had nothing that could sway others." Harry told her bitterly, green emerald orbs flared with anger. "He placed me back with those monsters of his, those non magical people, poisoned me with his potions and manipulated me in becoming friends with greedy people like him. My friends who I made in the time when I lived with my grandparents, gone, murdered by the light and the dark, the latest returned in strength when they resurrected the dark wizard back from the death. A new war started, and I lost everything. My wealth, friends and loves ones, but by losing I gained something else, I survived and fought back. I freed my people but the cost was high, my people lost the gift of the Mistress of Magic and all that entailed."

Barbara placed her hand on her friend's face, gazing in his eyes that were slightly dull but slowly regained their light. "Thank you for your story, I know you left out a lot but maybe that is for the bests. Maybe unmannered of me, but shall we unload the truck?"

Harry's eyes now full back with life smiled at her, "I don't think we need to leave the house, accio Barbara's boxes!" The young magician pointed his index finger at the entrance of the living room, a row of boxes floated into the room and neatly stacked on one another. "Surprised, I can do more." Barbara could only nod when the boxes unpacked and all her books floated towards a hallway and vanished out of sight, others moved to the bookshelves in the living room, what followed was something that mortified her, like in the story of Beauty and the Beast, her clothes danced in the air and so did her daring lingerie that floated towards her room.

"Harry Potter! How could you do that to my clothes, I'll punish you!" Barbara shouted, her fingers grasped his neck and shook him hard, trying to bring him to the brink of unconscious. Harry's head swayed dangerously, a white, ghostly trail raised out of his parted lips and hung in the air above him, his spirit was knocked out. "Take this! And that! And another one!" She punched with her clenched hands against his broad, muscled chest while she let out her mock anger about her clothes. Barbara never noticed the slight, soft glow that radiated her skin and the ghost of Harry winked.

Gotham, Barbara's previous apartment...

Robin flashed his flashlight through his friend's apartment, searching for any clue that might give some insight at how they found her secret identity. Like his mentor, Batman, Robin didn't believe that the Joker visited her only in the name of revenge against Commissioner Gordon. Crouching low and activating his heat sensor to see several footsteps, discovering strange questioning actions. 'Barbara told us that she would move in with a friend, said friend helped her with packing but how come that the person in the room barely moved while emptying the shelves?' Robin thought while searching the whole room but didn't find anything. Bringing his finger to the bat-com, Robin called his mentor. "Batman, Robin here, I just visited Batgirl's former location, no clues at what might give our enemies the chance of discovering her identity again."

'Batgirl's identity is safe, but there is something not right.' Robin lifted an eyebrow while he moved out of the apartment, pushing off the iron staircase and shot his grapple hook that connected with the opposite building and he was gone. "What do you mean, something strange with her identity?!" Robin could hear his mentor let out a tired sigh, in the background the sounds of keys being pressed could be heard. 'I mean, since a few seconds ago I could not remember her identity under the cowl. No, don't interrupt. I know who she is, how she looks like but at the same time I don't.' The Boy Wonder landed on his feet in a crouched position, rolled a bit to slower the speed at which he fell and once out rolled the acrobatic hero jumped to his feet. "I visited a second ago … apartment, it is totally clean—." Robin was interrupted when Batman interjected. 'Stop! Can you repeat what you just said a moment ago?'

"Ehm..sure, I visited a second ago … apartment.." Robin followed his mentor's order, not seeing what that had to do with his friend. Moving towards the edge of the building he stands on, Robin eyes roamed the night, eyes rested on each building for a second and repeated that several times. "Batman, I can't find … apartment anymore, or more precisely I don't remember her location at all nor her name."

'Just like I thought, someone did something to hide her identity under the cowl, everything that is connected to her is removed or better said hidden as in locked away. I asked Alfred and he remembers a bright young woman named Barbara Gordon but not the other name.' Batman explained his findings to his pupil who felt a cold chill crawl up his spine. 'At the moment the connection between the two identities are severed. On one hand it tells me that no villains like the Joker or anyone else would go after her civilian identity but on the other hand, how did this person hide such a secret or more importantly, what is he?'

"You know him?" Robin spoke through the bat-com, jumping off the building and landed on his bike, turning the engine to live. What the Boy Wonder got was a name, 'No, but I can say it is of magical origin, and I think that we need to call in the help of Giovanni and Zatara Zatanna.' Robin on his bike rushed out of the alley, navigation sending him to Happy Harbor. "I'll gather the team, she might be in danger."

Hi, I wanted to explain why Barbara was not so deep in the depression of the loss of her legs. I think because of Harry who visited her every time, talking to her, showing his interest that they shared and due that Barbara hadn't so much time to retreat in such a state. It helps if people are there that cares about you.

For Harry why he did show his magic, he is not bound here in this world to keep it a secret. And I didn't want to wait longer. Not a good reason at all ^^

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