May 22nd 2010 Providence Place Mall, Providence, Rhode Island

It was a quarter to midnight when representatives of the Justice League made an appearance at the half destroyed shopping mall. Wonder Woman and Zatara had stepped into the building through the side entrance. They wore their usual attire; Diana in her red and blue unitard and Giovanni in in his fine tuxedo, white gloves, and top hat.

Each one was here for personal reasons despite the professional capacity that they both acted on. For Diana it was to check on her sister who had been involved in the incident that had demolished parts of this shopping center. Zatara was here because he needed to confront the boy who had been his student once upon a lifetime ago and to pay his respects to an old enemy and even older friend.

They floated past the police and military patrolling the crime scene to wards its center. Diana caught sight of her sister glaring at a giant hole across from her. There were signs of battle all around yet she was no worse for wear. Next to her was a shaking tattooed man clutching a cigarette for dear life. Kent Nelson stood beside him laying a hand on the blonde man's shoulders.

Between them all was Sargon, whose chest was torn open as if a lance had ripped right through him.

"Kent, it is a surprise to see you here." Zatara greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

"Zatara," The old hero greeted with a slight nod. Once his eyes drifted onto the older Amazon, a genuine smile settled on his lips. Kent was the oldest living comrade that still walked amongst the living. Together they had fought across France alongside the rest of the All-Star Squadron and even among them he was the only one to aid her when she decided to help the Resistance. "Diana, it a pleasure to see you again, this little fire cracker has quite the tongue on her."

"It is good to see you as well old friend." She greeted with her own sincere smile, though that lasted only so long when she spotted the bruising on her sister's left arm. "Donna, can you tell me what happened here?"

"We fought a monster, sister, and we lost." The teenage Amazon responded with uncharacteristic bitterness for an Amazon. "He did not care for those around him, he attacked us without mercy and hesitation, and I Donna could do nothing to slow him."

"Fuck that." John spoke up discarding his half burnt cigarette. His eyes were wild and filled with fear, something not uncharacteristic amongst men who had face things mightier than them. "You did plenty. The bastard took me and Sargon out as soon as soon as he stepped through the bloody portal!" There was panic in his voice that set the heroes on edge especially Zatara. Giovanni had seen his wayward pupil face Felix Faust with a cool composition, laughed in at the Guardian of the Green to his face, and usurp the House of Mystery from Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark. In each of those encounters he had always been in control of the situation despite the disadvantages he faced. To see John Constantine like this… was disconcerting.

"What manner of being did you face, John? Kent asked after a pause.

"Some cunt that called himself god or something." Constantine spat. "Fuck! If Harry hadn't nailed the fucker with his scythe he'd killed all of us."

"Harry?" Zatara inquired, there was an edge that hadn't been there previously. It was something that neither Diana nor Kent overlooked. That edge revealed an anger that the older Amazon had not seen in the normally composed magician. "You dare drag another into you're a cursed mechanizations!? Was Richard's death not enough for you?!" John glared at the magician with unrestrained fury. "Answer me, boy!?"

"That's enough, Zatara." Kent said firmly, stepping between the two mages before the situation could come to blows. "Harry is my responsibility, John was doing me a favor watching over him."

Diana, who had been content to observe the escalation until it was absolutely necessary to intervene, cleared her throat. "We should return the problem at hand. Donna… John can you tell us what happened here? Who attacked you?"

"He called himself Magog and he claimed he was the future." Donna finally said looking away. "He came after them," She gestured towards John and Sargon's body. "I stepped in after getting Etta to safety. We clashed and no matter how hard I hit or how many spells were launched at him. Only Harry had any true effect and that was only do to his sickle. Its edge was the only thing but he wielded it as warrior unused to his weapon."

"And what happened to this Harry?" Zatara interjected once he had calmed down.

It wasn't a surprise that John tried was the to speak up it was after all a way to jerk Zatara for his short temper. "Magog tried to take her and Harry stopped him. He threw his scythe and the bastard threw his spear, Harry hit his arm forcing him to release Wonder Girl. Magog's spear pushed Harry through a portal that had opened up behind him."

"I could have freed myself." Donna hissed. Diana was not surprised that her sister's ego was wounded due to another's self sacrifice. Hippolyta had taught both her daughters the importance of being independent in all aspects of life but she had also drilled the importance to look out for each other. Diana had learned from her experience that when a man helped it was not necessarily due to feelings of superiority but out of a genuine need to help.

"Like hell you could!" John shouted taking a step towards the younger Amazon.

"That enough, John!" Kent said with finality. Power that remained from Kent's time as Doctor Fate echoed with his words. The old man put a hand on Constantine's chest, holing the younger mage in place. "Harry can't afford us fighting between ourselves. Diana I trust that you will get the Justice League aid in our search?"

"I do not know if we can spare the heroes to actively search him out but we will definitely keep our eyes open. Just tell us what he looks like and I'll pass it along to Batman."

"You've already met him or at least a version of him." Kent said kindly. "Just teen years younger and without the scars running the scar on his face."

"You mean Harry Black, don't you?" Oh, Diana remembered the sour warlock who had come to her Earth with her won counterpart searching for a being of great power. There was some other worldly power within him but he was unaware or consciously ignoring it. If a teenage version of this of this man was roaming around with such power and one of their enemies got hold of him… she feared the results.

"He goes by Potter here, but yes." Kent said with a strained smile.

"I understand." Diana said solemnly. "Zatara, I suggest you return to the Hall and tell Batman of this development. I will be with you shortly."

Zatara lingered for a moment sending John on last withering glare before loudly shouting: "yawa em ekaT!"

"Bastard." John hissed under his breath once the magician disappeared in a plume of smoke.

"Now that he's gone, would you mind telling me how a man who is supposed to have died thirteen years ago is living with you?"

Kent sighed. He knew that keeping Diana in the dark would be a fruitless but telling her everything could and would cause more trouble than he or Harry could deal with especially when the boy was without a wand. So he did the only thing he could do. He used a skill he learned from an eccentric wizard in purple robes that he met during the war, he told half truths and hoped they would stick.

Kent claimed he had kept the boy in a state of suspended animation out of a sense of guilt and that he had only recently awoken from it. He went on to explain how he had gathered a few of his trusted allies in an effort to ease him back into the world. Diana looked sympathetic and seemed to accept the answer due to their long standing friendship. Young Donna on the other hand looked suspicious.

The old warlock briefly wondered if the girl had caught onto the boy's godly heritage but brushed the thought aside when the girl did not speak up.

-The Dreaming.

They were running but she did not know why. Mother drew her in close to her breast as her own Black-green eyes looked into the endless void filled with strange constellations that she vaguely remembered her mother whispering their name and singing their stories. Mother drew her attention away by whispering a name that she could barely half remember.

"-and'r!" Mother cooed. Mother was afraid and that made her cry. Father hisses something that she cannot make out and Mother hushed with her own harsh words. They were running from something… maybe towards safety... a ship. Mother's soothing voice calmed and she drifted into sleep.

She awoke to the sound of loud screeching and an explosion. Her black-green eyes locked onto Father just as another explosion rocked the ship and she watched in mute horror as the computer in front of him exploded covering Mother in purple blood. Tears streamed down mother's face but still Mother soothed and still Mother sang until the ship crashed and she knew nothingness.

When she opened her eyes there was only darkness and all she could hear was the weakening breathing of Mother.

"-Careful." She heard a Woman shout.

"Just step back, Stone." A gruff Man's voice shouted, she could hear the frustration… it reminded her of Father but he was gone.

There was a spark of light that pierced darkness. The light hissed as it moved into a wide circle, it was slow yet she could feel the need to hurry. She saw daces that were like her but their skin was different from her. Most were like milk but there was one woman with skin the color of the dirt that Mother had stopped her from eating.

"Oh my God!" The Man said as he was pushed aside by the woman with the skin like earth.

"Colonel Wilson." The Woman chastised. "This is more important than your God. They are dying! Makarov, Dayton, can the female be saved?"

Two new figures rushed in anther Man, this one with burnt skin, and woman with large circular pieces of glass over her eyes.

"I don't know. I am unfamiliar with her physiology but she sure as hell doesn't loom good." The Burnt Man said as he grabbed her and handed her to the Glass Woman.

"This cant be happening." Glass Woman muttered as she took her to a small glass box. Mother was screaming… calling to her but they were weak.

"Grant!" The Earth Woman shouted over Mother's wailing. "Get the ship loaded and back to the Lab! Our satellites have already detected the military coming in from Tacoma! Let's move people!"

The Glass woman put her in a glass box that allowed her to see the stars. They were all wrong… she wanted Mother. She wiggled and wailed but the Glass woman managed to push her into a small glass box with all types of glittering lights and tubes.

She caught her own reflection in her small glass cage, it was that of toddler barely out of her sixth month. Giant black and green eyes looked at the unfamiliar stars with childish fear and untold amounts of wonder.

Am. Starfire. Need. Help.

-May 22nd 2010, The Lighthouse, Monument, Oregon.

Harry awoke with a start.

"HELP!" He croaked without meaning to. The sky was covered in orange colored clouds.

His heart beating like booming thunder that ripped through the sky. It hurt to breath but it slowly but surely lessened as the waves crashed against his body. He wasn't sure where he was, but at that particular moment in time he wondered if he was actually still alive. The first thing Harry truely noticed aside from the great ache the coursed through his very being was the nearly six foot long golden spear sticking out of his right shoulder.

He briefly wondered on how it had found itself lodge in the wizard but those thoughts were quickly drowned out as he tried to recall the circumstances that left him impaled and abandoned on an unfamiliar beach. The last thing that he clearly remembered was getting on the train with John and then things became… fuzzy.

There were names that floated around his meaningless besides a blurry outline of the people they were to represent. He recalled something or someone that called itself Boston Brand yet he couldn't recall the slightest of specifics other than the fact that he had thick accent. He remembered a serious man that wore an midnight blue cloak and called himself the Baron of Winter and a man with strange whose surname was Blood… he smelled of burning sulfur yet no one seemed to mind. He thought he remembered a man, Corrigan or something of the like, with a fake accent, who John had warned him to stay away from. Something about a ghost and the Wrath of God and what not,.

He remembered a party. Black Magic, Negromancy Necromancy. Life Magic, light Magic… Terms that swerved and swiveled meaninglessly without the lessons that imparted them.

Harry tried to but found it difficult as the spear weighed him down. With his left hand he pulled at the golden weapon with as much as he possibly could eventually dislodging and throwing it two meters away. Now free, Harry was able to lift himself up. He looked around for any signs of people who could tell him where he was but found none as he surveyed around the lighthouse. Behind them was a turbulent sea, and besides that there was a cliff face with a winding trail that lead into a forest of some kind. To his left was a worn white lighthouse and to his right were rock that stood jagged against the raging sea.

Atop those rocks was a boy with silver white hair dressed in a vibrant blue jacket jacket with a white streak going down its left side. He was just sitting there staring out into the water not having noticed him at all with a sketchpad in one hand and a pen in the other. He made to approach but as he drew closer he heard, in the distance, the sound of an engine's roar drawing closer over the howling wind.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" He asked the wind but the wind gave him no answers. A sudden gust of wind nearly knocked the young Wizard over. Harry took his fist step towards the silver haired boy just as another stronger wind hit him from behind. Harry fell to his knees forcing the young wizard to brace himself with his hands.

Harry looked up and instead of being atop of the boulder the silver haired boy was right in front of him. There was an apathetic look in the boys face that became a mask of insecurity. The silver haired boy extended his hand and opened his hand as if to speak but was cut of as a girl in a brown leather jacket, a shirt that showed her stomach, blue jeans, and combat boots. She had blonde hair and light amber eyes. Her frame was on petit side of the spectrum, Harry noted.

There was a frantic look on her face as she raced towards the two. The boy seemed shocked to see her, so much so that he forgot about a still kneeling Harry.

"You?!" It took Harry a second to piece together that the silver haired boy knew something about what was going on if the feigned shock was any indication. "Tara? It's Tara, right? What happened?" Silver tried made to comfort the hysteric girl. But she took a few steps back as Silver drew close.

The girl was babbling sporadically, with Harry catching the third word or so she said. "Victor." "Metal." "Star-" "Help." Harry wanted to speak up, wanted to help but the moment he got onto his feet anther figure entered the scene. He was a tall man, built like a rugby player, with a shaved head and dark skin. Liquid metal flowed over his skin consuming his dirt colored shirt before consuming his orange flack jacket.

The blonde girl, Tara he corrected, launched herself towards the new arrival without concern for her own wellbeing. Harry saw the metal shift its focus from its task and watched as it coiled like a muscle ready to spring.

"Vic!" She cried as she reached the other teen. The small squares of liquid launched themselves towards the girl but froze out just before touching Tara.

"Tara? No!" He said regaining his senses. The newly arrived 'Vic', as Tara called him, scrambled away when she didn't stop. "Don't touch me—she did something—my MOM did something to me." The desperate teen began clawing at the expanding metals, tearing away as much skin as liquid silver. Sadly, the more he tore away the more it spread. His hands went limp, his eyes darkened with the shadow of defeat. "Tara… I'm scared."

Not for the first time since awaking in the Tower of Fate, Harry wished he had his wand. Sure, he could sling a few simpler spells but none of those could help the boy in front of him.

The blonde girl next to him pulled him into a hug. "I- know." She whispered softly. "Me too... um, I did something too."

"Oh my god! Tara what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but, um, my house- there was an earthquake and i-i-I think I caused it."

"Excuse me." Harry said grabbing the silver haired boys attention. "Would you mind telling me where we are or better yet what's happening?"

The Silver haired boy was about to respond when the other two teens abruptly noticed him. "Who the hell are you?!" Vic shouted. There was something definitely hostile about the boy's sudden shift in attitude, but Harry wasn't the least bit threatened. He had seen true evil in the eyes of his enemies before, be it Voldemort, Bellatrix, or the Monster that put him in the coma, when he looked into Vic's brown eyes all he saw was fear and the instinctive need to protect Tara.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter." He greeted them with a forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Now can someone tell me WHERE in the nine circles of hell we are?"

May 22nd, 2010 Cadmus North-West Branch, Monument, Oregon.

A few miles away from the teens on a lonely beach, Elinore Stone stepped out of a now dark communications room. She had been forced to reveal the level of her failure to Niles Caulder and the rest of the Light. She had failed to keep the alien from influencing her Spartoi and she was going to have to deal with the situation before those fools in the Justice League caught wind of what they were trying to do.

Sixteen years of work was washed down the drain thanks to one nearby spacial anomaly off the coast. It was thanks to this small inconsequential event that allowed the alien to send the message out despite the layers of containment measures that kept the world safe from it. Out of the corner of her steely eyes she spotted Grant Wilson next to a panicking Rita Makarov, and her long time fellow researcher Steven Logan.

Grant Wilson used to be special operations but despite his impressive track record he was dishonorably discharged after he and his team failed to eliminate Deathstroke. Out of this Elinore gained access to the boy excellent mind and unique biology and Grant gained a son. Now, that had been a boon for project Titan, Joseph was the perfect balancer where the other's failed. Victor's strength would finally have the intellect that to back it up; Tara's terrakenisis would have the accuracy that she lacked; and they could finally use Tempest to his full potential.

But now that the Alien had gotten her hooks into them… the validity of the entire project was at risk. It wouldn't take much for grant and his team to subdue the children but by then it could be too late and Caulder would have deployed his strike team to clean house.

"What the hell took so long, Elinore?" Grant practically hissed from behind his white and red ballistic mask. Normally, Doctor Stone would have tried to de-escalate the situation but there was no time to soothe when a decade and a half of work was on the line.

"I was contacted by our employer." She stated calmly, making sure to look at each former member of her team in the eye. We need to contain this quickly, or he's sending in the Seattle team to clean it up for us. Now, this is our mess-"

"Mess?!" Rita Makarov interrupted. Rita was a brilliant biologist, a bit skittish and mousy but her brain had once been fantastic but Tara had ruined it all. Shortly after taking project Terra in she had began to descend into alcoholism and the brilliant light that had once been behind those eyes died. Phissacly she was tall and lanky with thick black hair. She may have been pretty once but that time had long since passed "She almost killed me! This is insane, none of us signed up for this."

"Yes you did." Doctor Stone interjected stepping closer to the dark haired researcher. "We all knew this day might come, it was all part of the Greater Project." It was solid reasoning that should have gotten them to calm down if they hadn't been acting so irrationally.

Steven was the next to speak up. He and his wife Marie had been in charge of Project Changeling before the woman had taken the boy and opened an animal shelter near Queen Bee's country. He was a tall handsome man who thought with his heart. "I agree, Elinore. But that was over a decade ago. These are our families we are talking about." He pleaded. The reason Marie left him was because of his quick and explosive temper, it was something she needed to exploit to get the point across.

A smug look settled on Doctor stone's face as she proceeded to insult he man's failed marriage. "Please, Steven, do you really call what you HAD a family?"

As predicted Steven became enraged allowing Elinore to slowly put a hand on her pistol.

"How dare you?! You know that this was never supposed to happen! Not like this… not at once! You told us they would be fin. That everything would be normal!" Suddenly Steven drew himself and took a deep breath. Slowly he became calm but she could still see his anger. "If you're not going to help these kid then maybe we should go to the police. Maybe-"

BANG!

Steven would never finish that sentence. The bullet tore through his brain, exiting out the back of the skull in an explosion of blood and grey matter. Grant moved faster than Elinore could track knocking the pistol from her hand and lifting her up by the shirt.

"You Monster!" The mercenary shouted. She couldn't see his face but she knew that he was shaking with rage. Stone was disappointed to see that project Jericho didn't have the effect project Cyborg had on her.

Elinore scoffed at the show of emotion. "Come now, Grant I expected this sentimental nonsense from Rita, not you. You know as well as I do that we can't afford a Will Makarov or Marie Logan, not now. Not when things are happening so quickly."

"This has gone too far." Grant said lifting her up higher. "I'm done."

"Don't be such a hypocrite, Wilson." Stone chided. "We all know what they called you before I recruited you and I know why. There is more blood on your hands than any one else in this facility. You can pretend to be the good "Father" all you want but unless you want your "Son" to know what you were you'll help me clean this mess the right way… so I suggest you load up, Ravager."

Grant held her up for a few more seconds before letting her go. "Just tell me where they are and I'll bring them back."

"Good." The Doctor stated signaling one of the soldiers to bring her cellphone to her. She unlocked and checked the messages before smirking. "They are at the crash site." With a nod Ravager departed, stepping over Steve's cooling body. "Rita." She called the skittish woman. "Let's go find out what's causing her to act up and stop it."

The dark haired doctor followed her to another section of the facility until they came upon the heavy metallic containment chamber that housed the alien. For the first time in sixteen years Rita saw those black/green eyes that had haunted her dreams.

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A/n: Here's chapter three sorry for the delay but i really struggled to ponder which direction i wanted to go with in this story. I mean, i could have easily kept Harry within the Tower of Fate, trained him up, and eventually place him within the team but that felt boring. As such i wanted to do something i haven't really seen in other YJxHp crossovers, have Harry become a founder of the Teen Titans. or at least this world's version. Completely independent from the Justice League.

Worry not the Trenchcoat brigade will actively be searching for Harry though they are down one member. They just can't find the wizard thanks to a 'gift' from Magog.

The Titans:

Tara Makarov - Terra

Victor Stone - Cyborg

Raven

Koriand'r -Starfire

Harry Potter - ? (Nite Owl, is my choice... sort of to honor the Fallen Hedwig. but i'm still deciding.)

Tempest

ColdBlue:

1) Yes, he will fight in the Invasion. Physically he is as strong as the Argonauts thanks to the Golden Fleece,it grants him all their powers even though he is not aware of them.

2) He will have a code name.

3) If and when i commit to a crossover event.

4) He will. As the first Demigod son of Hera he will need to learn from his mother's chosen people.

5) The Brain, Circe, Magog, Niles Caulder, Vandal Savage, Klarion, Felix Faust, Tala, Voldemort, Deathstroke, Lex Luthor ect.

6) He will look back to it, especially once he learns about his mother.