Disclaimer: Well, considering I'm not richer than England royalty, I don't own Harry Potter.
Story: Harry had always believed his parents were dead. That was half true. His mother was still alive. She's now Hawkgirl and Harry can't find it in himself to let go of the past.
Set as an AU sixth year.
Spoilers: Books 1-7 probably.
Warnings: ????
Pairings: Harry/Ares, Oliver (Green Arrow)/Kara (Supergirl), Wally (Flash)/Raven…
A/n: Okay, consolidating Greek mythology (which is a pain in of itself) with DC mythology is a huge headache. I'll probably focus on Greek myth, unless I can somehow work in DC myth in.

Forsake Thy Virtues
Chapter Three: Ghosts

That woman. Why? Why did Shayera just rub Harry the wrong way? Well, it wasn't necessarily that she rubbed him the wrong way. It was more like there was something about her that had Harry obsessing about her.

The resemblance to his mother was uncanny.

Harry wasn't stupid. They looked completely alike. That was what was bothering him. That and why did she look so much like his mother?

His hand clenched around the field kit in his hand, lost in his thoughts but very much aware of the intense stare Shayera was directing at the back of his head. They were heading back now, but he was still brooding about his thoughts.

It felt like he was being haunted by his past. Like he was being taunted by Fate.

This is your mother, Harry. And yet not.

He was being mocked by some higher power. They were throwing a ghost of his mother in his face. Shayera was the picture perfect image of his dead mother, and they were laughing at him in the end.

This is your mother, Harry. This is what she looked like. Only she's dead.

Shayera looked like his mother. But she wasn't. The pain in him pierced him readily and he knew that every time he looked at Shayera, he was always going to see the woman who could've been his mother.

He wouldn't be able to be near Shayera.

As soon as they reached the Watchtower, he eagerly fled from them and found his office. Ignoring Dr. Adams, who was busy yelling on the phone, he took out the napkin with Hermione's number written on it, and began dialing it.

"Hello?"

"Hermione," he breathed out painfully.

"Harry, what's wrong?" the worry in her voice was quick to come.

"I just needed someone to talk to," he blurted out.

"…I'm here. What's wrong?"

Struggling to keep his emotions under control, Harry started to explain himself.

"There's…a person. Here. That I'm working with," he fought to explain.

"Harry…?" she was confused. He knew it. He wasn't doing a good job explaining.

"She looks so much like my mum, Hermione. Exactly like her. It hurts just looking at her, never mind being near her. And I know there are going to be times where I have to be working close to her, and all I'll be thinking about is how much she looks like the woman who could've been my mum if she hadn't died."

He could hear Hermione sucking in a breath harshly and knew she understood how hard it was.

"Every day, Harry. Staring at a mirror image of your mother…" she spoke quietly and the gravity of the situation crashed down on Harry again, and it took all he had not to start hyperventilating.

What could he do when all his life he'd always wanted to have his mother and father by his side, and here was a copy of his mother walking around him every day?

What could he do?

"I love you, Harry. And so does Ron. Just remember that. She's not your mother. But you have us, and we're your family," she said firmly, quick to compose herself and give him rational advice.

He smiled briefly, "I know. I know…"

Shayera wasn't his mother. He had to remember that, even though he saw Lily Potter in her every time he saw her. He needed to know that. He didn't need to go looking for people to go replacing his mother and father, when he had family already. A family he worked hard to create, and one he loved with everything he had.

Hermione, Ron, Remus, the Weasleys…and now the recent addition of a new baby and Ace. They were his family. They were all that he needed.

He ignored the whispering in the back of his head that insisted he wanted a mother and father to take care of him.

He said his goodbyes to Hermione and hung up, and was suddenly aware of the quiet in the office. Looking up, he was surprised and embarrassed to see Dr. Adams staring at him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't of used work time to deal with personal issues," he said awkwardly.

Dr. Adams turned back to his work on his desk and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Who?"

"Huh?" Harry intelligently asked, wincing at it.

"Which one of the superheroes or workers look like your mother?" Dr. Adams asked indifferently.

Harry started biting his lip before answering, "Hawkgirl, sir."

"I'll assign you work away from her," Dr. Adams stated coolly, shuffling papers and not even turning to look at him.

"…Thank you, sir…"

"…You're a good kid. I'll just assign one of the older and more experienced medics on the missions she's on. She usually takes on harder missions that you're not yet qualified to go on anyway."

Harry was highly relieved at that.

"But this can't last forever, Harry. Build up a tolerance. Create a mask. Be indifferent. This is work, kid. You'll have to deal with it if you want to advance."

"I understand, sir," Harry inwardly cringed.

Dr. Adams sighed and finally turned to face him, offering a weary smile. "Go home, Harry. Take the rest of the day off."

"I can't, Dr. Adams. There's still a half day left!" Harry said wide-eyed.

"Look, just take the offer. Get yourself settled and then be ready to work tomorrow."

Harry sighed but gave a grateful smile to him.

"Why the sudden interest in roaming the mortal plane, Ares?" Zeus' eyebrows rose high.

Ares frowned, "Can I say because I just want to?"

Zeus rolled his eyes. "Not good enough," he deadpanned.

Ares snorted, "Do you really want to hear the reason?"

"Yes."

"Aphrodite told me I had to meet my soul mate there and that he was going to bring me happiness. And the fact that no one here can actually find any information on him, and the Dark Family is being highly suspicious about him."

Zeus' eyebrows rose higher. "I…see. Wait, your soul mate is a he?"

"A boy actually," Ares answered nonchalantly. "I've already gotten used to the fact. Now I want to go there and actually meet and maybe get some answers."

"Why, of all my sons, do you seem to be the one who causes me the most trouble?" Zeus sighed.

The blond war god gave a cheeky grin.

"Alright. Go down there and seek out Diana. As an Amazon, they worship you for being their creator and especially as the father of Hippolyta, their queen."

Ares laughed nervously, "What are you talking about, Father? Aphrodite created them…"

"Son, I'm not stupid. You created the Amazons with either Harmonia or Otrera…How would your soul mate feel, knowing you have plenty of kids running around?" Zeus started grinning mischievously, making Ares wince.

"He wouldn't have to know if it weren't for nosy relatives…" Ares muttered.

"So, it's agreed. Seek out Princess Diana and have her help you."

"Amazon worship or not, she might be annoyed with me…I have been messing around the mortal world and trying to cause trouble after all, and she's the one always going to fix my messes."

"Your problem, not mine."

"Thanks a lot, Dad."

Zeus smirked and waved him away, making Ares grumble as he left his father behind.

"Well, Ares?" Athena suddenly appeared.

"Father is letting me go, but I'll have to seek help from Diana," he scowled.

"Ohhh, the Amazons. I like them," Athena smiled happily.

"Of course you do. They worship you and Artemis, and occasionally Aphrodite when they feel like it."

"They worship her because you tell them to. And now stupid comics think they can make the Amazons out to worship Aphrodite with awe-inspiring love because the Amazons showed they worship her once or twice and they were caught at it. You know the Amazons only cared to worship her because you were going through that phase where she was all that mattered."

Ares winced, "Oh, come on, Athena…"

She scowled at him, "It's true. The Amazons only genuinely worship myself, Artemis, Hera as she's the mother goddess, and yourself."

"They shouldn't even worship me. They're an all female race and they don't care for men," Ares pointed out.

"You're their father and a god of war. Of course they would."

"It doesn't really matter. I just need to go there now," Ares huffed, restraining himself from pouting.

"Good luck!"Athena sing songed as Ares walked away from her.

"So…let me get this straight," Wonder Woman, or as everyone else knew her as Diana Prince, started out incredulously. "You want…to stay here for awhile because…you want to atone for your previous actions and so help me in any way you can until Zeus tells you to stop?"

Ares nodded solemnly, though inside he was hoping this would work. He had no inclination of telling anyone he was there looking for his soul mate, as that would make him look like he's gone soft or for his enemies to exploit a possible weakness.

Diana stared, "No offense, Ares, but that's a load of bull."

He sweatdropped.

"My people and I are sworn to serve you, though you certainly piss the hell out of me whenever you're here wrecking havoc, so just tell me the truth."

"I'm looking for my soul mate."

"I mean it –" She cut herself off when she saw Ares giving her a look. "Y-You're serious?"

"Yes. His name's Harry Potter."

Diana gaped, "That's our new Doctor's Assistant."

Ares brightened up, "So he's here?"

"Well, he should still be working now."

"Then lead me to him right now," Ares grinned, getting excited.

"Wait a second, Ares. You can't just approach him," Diana interjected quickly.

"And why not?" Ares frowned, mood changing quickly.

"For one thing, he's sixteen. How old do you look? And don't tell me you could change how you look when I know you prefer this disguise."

Ares grumbled and conceded on that reluctantly.

"And second, but uh, you know that it would be weird for him to have you suddenly pop up and declare you're his soul mate, right? Never mind that you don't even know if he's gay or that you're a total stranger."

"Why don't you just introduce me as your father or something?" Ares glared at her.

Diana stared at him again. "Are you kidding? We don't look related, we look too close in age, and everyone knows I don't really have any family –much less male relatives!"

"It was a thought," he muttered. "And the truth."

"I'll introduce you as a friend, but you can't be all overbearing. And for Hera's sake, don't blurt out you're his soul mate!"

"Okay, okay!"

Diana started leading him to the medical station, straight to the head doctor's office. Unfortunately, only Dr. Adams was there.

"Doctor, is Harry around?" Diana asked.

"No. Sorry, Wonder Woman. I told him to take the rest of the day off. Bad start today. I thought he could use the break," the doctor nodded to them both, still organizing paperwork.

"Bad start? Is he okay?" Ares butted in.

Dr. Adams looked questioningly at him before hesitantly answering. "He had some…family issues to deal with."

"You can't say anything else, right?" Diana sighed.

"I'm sorry, but it's not my business."

"Okay. Could you assign Harry to my next mission? He's got a good level head and I was hoping to have him on," Diana requested.

He hesitated again and they noticed it curiously.

"Will…Hawkgirl be there?"

Diana frowned, "Does Harry have a problem with her?"

Dr. Adams flinched, "No, that's not it. Well, not quite. You see…he just saw her today on his first field mission. Hawkgirl looks like his mother. His dead mother."

"Oh," Diana flinched as well. "That's the family issue. Do you know how long ago she's been dead?"

"From what I gathered, she's been dead since his birth. He's never known her. And I'm not sure he gets along with his current family as well."

"Oh," she said again. "No. She'll be off on another mission. It'll be myself, Batman, and the Flash."

"Will it be dangerous? He's only had a couple days experience, most of it spent here. And he's only an intern."

Diana nodded, "I know, but Hawkgirl herself commended his performance today. And with the influx of injured heroes around here, I've heard how excellent his work has been. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Very well. I'll have him informed tomorrow. It's going to be a couple days, right? He also has family staying with him…um, they're too young to be left alone."

This he knew because once Harry had his cell phone, he'd plastered a picture of his "daughters" as the wallpaper and excitedly showed him. The kid was like a new dad, though it was actually like that –adopted girls or not.

"We'll let them come. They can stay on the ship."

Dr. Adam's agreed reluctantly and Diana led Ares away.

"I'll be on this mission, right?"

Diana paused.

"Fine."

"James Potter," Shayera murmured.

It's been awhile since she'd allowed herself to even think the name. The past was painful and she didn't want any part of it. Not anymore. After that fateful night, she didn't want to remember the son she'd lost or the husband she'd loved before his death.

Before the Justice League, she had lived her life as Lily Evans. She'd traveled to Earth frequently and met the Evans family, who had quickly taken her in when she was younger, allowing her to be another daughter. Petunia hadn't known any better. Then she'd learned of Hogwarts, and every summer she'd alternate between her home world and the Evans' household. She felt like she was living three different lives then.

And then she had married James Potter. She told him about herself and he'd accepted her, and soon she was going to give birth to a son. Harry was born, and it was scary how the mirror image of James was working with her and had the same name as her dead son. Things quickly spiraled down when Dumbledore told them of the prophecy and how Harry was one of the possible choices for the Chosen One mentioned in it. He was also the most likely that Voldemort would go after because the Dark Lord probably saw something of himself in their son.

Dumbledore had been right and that night she had lost her family.

She'd survived because of her mace and decided to leave that world behind. She wanted no part of it now that she had lost everything. Then she'd become a part of the Justice League, and took up her real name once more.

Lily Evans Potter had died with James and Harry Potter that night.

And so Shayera Hol had been reborn.

Started 6/6/09 –Completed 6/18/09