9. Reunion

Those who fail to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors are destined to repeat them.

Harry was not sure how many times he had heard that line, but it definitely did not make it any less true.

The Justice Society of America was a group of heroes that was formed in the seventies. With Hawkman and Hawkgirl at its head, the JSA had become a large yet effective group of heroes. With Doctor Fate, the Star-Spangled Kid, the Sandman, the Atom, Spectre, Hourman, Doctor Mid-Nite, Black Canary, Mister Terrific, the Green Lantern, the Flash, Wildcat, and Red Tornado behind them, they had done great things.

According to the file from S.T.A.R. Labs, Hawkgirl's death had caused Hawkman to lose it. He had become more ruthless, even going so far as to attack his wife's killer and leave him in a catatonic state.

Shortly following the incident, the JSA's secret identities were discovered one by one. They were all arrested for bogus crimes, only to be released due to a lack of evidence. Even so, it spelled the end of the group.

Given that the team Oliver was putting together sounded like the first step to becoming a new version of the JSA, Harry found himself wondering what S.T.A.R. Labs did not know about the situation. Fortunately, the JSA's headquarters was in Metropolis, so he could pay the place a visit for answers later.

But what really interested Harry was a certain member of the JSA.

The Green Lantern.

He had wondered how S.T.A.R. Labs knew so much about him, but it was obvious after realizing that he was not the first Green Lantern. The one that joined the JSA was named Alan Scott, but he looked nothing like the new Green Lantern. So it was clear that it was a mantle that could be passed on.

That was not the only thing that he found interesting though.

Jay Garrick, or the Flash, had powers that sounded exactly what he had seen Impulse do when they met.

But that could wait until later. For now, he needed to deal with Zatanna.

Once the file was put back in its hiding place, he heard a knock at the door.

Curious, he walked to the door and answered it. He did not have to worry about someone having a gun at the door thanks to his wandless magic.

When the door was open, he could not hide the look of shock on his face.

Standing on the other side of the door was Luna Lovegood.

He almost did not recognize her, and it was not even because she was wearing muggle clothes. She had turned eighteen almost a month and a half before he had disappeared. Now, she had to be twenty-five years old, even if she did look a few years younger than that. Witches did age well.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," Harry said once he recovered, a slight smile forming. He had always thought that she would follow the clues and seek him out, but he had not been sure when she would actually manage to do it.

"I was searching for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack for the final time," Luna remarked off-handedly. "Real or not, it isn't something that can be found."

He smiled, seeing that although she had grown more serious over time, her voice never lost its dreamy quality.

"Come on in," he said, stepping to the side. As soon as she was inside, he shut the door and turned to face her. "I hear that you found evidence that nargles really do exist."

"Oh yes, but they are sneaky and can only be seen with the right ocular aid," she confirmed, giving an enthusiastic nod. "But you don't want to ask me about nargles, do you?"

He could stop a chuckle from escaping his lips. Luna had not been one of his closest friends originally, but it always seemed that she was the one that understood him the best. It was actually what led to them dating after Voldemort's defeat. In the end, it had not lasted, but it had not hurt their friendship in the least. Luna was special like that.

"I assume that you've been keeping an eye on my activities recently?" Harry asked curiously.

Luna simply smiled. "I suspected that it was you when I saw your mark. But I did not know for sure until recently. I put together all of the clues. The descriptions of the flying motorcycle and broom fit with Sirius Black's motorcycle and your Firebolt, and everything you've done is just something I'd expect you to do. Using your abilities to help people… the only one that would do that and wear that mark was you."

"That's me," Harry agreed, smiling. "I take it that you easily found me once you knew I was here too."

"You told me that Ignotus Peverell passed on the Cloak of Invisibility to his son and it continued on until your father died and Professor Dumbledore gave it to you," Luna answered simply. "So how did you get out of the wasteland?"

Harry froze at that question. "How did you know about the Phantom Zone?"

"There is seer blood on my mother's side. I had a dream that you were in this wasteland where time stood still," Luna answered with a slight frown. "I never could find anything on it. Not even Daddy knew about such a place."

"It's an interdimensional prison that was built by a race of aliens called Kryptonians."

"Oh, I see," Luna replied, nodding sagely. "That explains it."

It took all his effort to stop laughter from escaping him. She had changed much, but he was glad to see that the old Luna was still there.

"How would you like to see my headquarters?" Harry asked suddenly. "I need to tell you about something, but it might be best to just use my pensieve."

"I'd like that," Luna replied with a smile. Without any prompting, she grabbed Harry by the arm and waited.

Not missing a beat, Harry focused and apparated back to the warehouse.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Harry realized that he had completely forgotten that Zatanna had planned on visiting again.

"Zatanna, this is Luna Lovegood. She's an old friend of mine. Luna, this is Zatanna Zatara, a friend of mine," Harry said, introducing them. He felt a little bad for essentially sharing her secret, even if she had not even started acting as a vigilante yet.

"Nice to meet you," Luna greeted dreamily.

"Same here," Zatanna replied, still caught off guard.

"Zatanna, don't mind us. I just want to show Luna my memory of the incident that happened before we met. Neither one of us knew what it was about, but Luna might have an idea," Harry said, leading Luna towards the lab.

If he had not turned his back to her, he would have seen a hint of jealousy in Zatanna's eyes.

After getting down to the basement, Harry deposited his memory of the incident in his pensieve and let Luna view it while he began to put the finishing touches on his Polyjuice Potion. It would be done soon. After that, he could get started on Veritaserum.

After a minute or two, Luna emerged from the pensieve looking very alarmed.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"What you were attacked by is something called a wraith. It is like an inferius but uses the soul of the dead instead of the body. It was completely under the thrall of a witch or wizard. It is black magic. To be precise, it is necromancy. The Unforgivable Curses carry a life sentence in Azkaban, but summoning wraiths is punishable by the Veil. Whoever sent that wraith after you was not trying to kill you though. It looked more like they were testing you."

"A necromancer… I imagine that they were trying to find out if I have the Deathly Hallows," Harry said with a grimace. Maybe it was a mistake to display their mark after all.

"It is surprising that your friend showed up when she did, but she feels untouched by dark magic. You've used two of the Unforgivable Curses and have experience with a few more dark curses than that, yet anyone behind the attack should appear as tainted as a member of the Inner Circle."

Harry let out a sigh of relief. He had worried that Zatanna was somehow connected, even if he had refused to believe it. Hearing Luna's opinion reassured him.

"If someone is after the Deathly Hallows, you must be careful," Luna warned him. "You may very well have to use them."

"At the same time, I need to be careful so that the Elder Wand doesn't get broken," Harry said, letting out a sigh.

Luna cocked her head to the side.

"Give me the wand."

Harry did just that, though he hesitated for a moment. As long as he willingly gave it over, its loyalty would remain, thankfully.

Shock made his eyes widen as she grabbed the wand and tried to snap it over her knee. But instead of breaking, it was as if she had tried to do it with a steel rod.

"Do you really think Death would make a wand that could be broken that easily? I found out everything I could about the Deathly Hallows when I traveled the world. More than one former owner tried to break the wand so that its power couldn't fall into the hands of another. Not even a giant can make a difference. The only solution that was found was that the master of the wand had to die a natural death. Given that you are the Master of Death, it might very well be impossible for the wand's loyalty to go to another unless you die. Even then, it might stay loyal to you even if someone killed you. You are the first Master of Death, so all we can do is make guesses."

With that, she handed the wand back to him.

He was not pleased that she surprised him like that, but the knowledge that the wand could not be broken was nice to have.

"So you think the Elder Wand is the only way to deal with this necromancer?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I believe that all of the Deathly Hallows will have a part to play, but you need to actually see yourself as the Master of Death. You can't control life or death, but that title is not simply for show. Stop doubting yourself. Doubt and fear will only interfere with what needs to be done."

Harry closed his eyes and nodded, understanding what she meant. At least, he thought he did.

"But we can talk about that later," Luna said, smiling brightly. "Why don't we go and have some fun."

"You might want to be specific," Harry said with a nervous laugh. Fun could mean quite a few things, after all.

She actually laughed at that. "Not that, Harry. I was actually thinking about a friendly duel, though it's interesting to see where your mind goes."

With that, she skipped up to the warehouse, leaving a sputtering Harry behind.

Once he recovered, he heading upstair and saw that Luna was sitting on his table, looking at the newspaper.

"Zatanna," he said, looking over to the sofa where she was reading, "we are going to head out and catch up. I'll be back later."

"I'll be here," Zatanna said with a forced smile.

Luna skipped over to him and grabbed his shoulder, allowing him to take her to their destination with side-along apparition.

The pair ended up finding a good place to duel between Metropolis and Smallville. There were not obstacles or flora that could interfere, they had spells up to keep the duel unnoticed, and they knew that no one was anywhere near the area.

Luna had a new wand in her hand. It was made from aspen and had a core of unicorn hair. It seemed to be a symbol of purity.

Harry had his holly and phoenix wand in his hand. A rock shot up into the air thanks to Harry's wandless magic, and both were ready to strike.

The moment that the rock hit the ground, they began.

Thanks to Harry's lack of recent dueling experience and Luna's natural speed, a bolt of lightning was shot from the tip of Luna's wand before Harry could make a move.

He did not look concerned in the slightest though. He fell to one knee, ducking under the lightning. As he dodged it, he touched his wand to the ground and intoned, "Serpensortia. Bind her."

The last words sounded like hissing to Luna, but she was one of the few people that knew that the Peverell brothers had been descendents of Salazar Slytherin. His ability to speak Parseltongue had been instinctual and uncontrolled originally, but the loss of Voldemort's horcrux had allowed his own Parseltongue talents to awaken.

Fire burst from the tip of her wand, circling around her and engulfing the snakes. Her eyes never left Harry though.

Sprinting forward, Harry shot a Color Changing Charm at Luna. It looked identical to a stunner but was easier to cast.

Stepping out of the way, Luna spun around and swung a whip of flames at Harry.

As the whip of flames neared him, he did a sudden flip, completely jumping over it. The moment that his feet touched the ground, a burst of light shot forth and struck her arm. What had appeared to be light had turned into iron chains. She actually started to fall as the heavy iron chains wrapped around her wand hand.

But before she was even halfway there, she used a non-verbal Finite Incantem, dispelling the chains.

"Levicorpus," he whispered as the chains faded away.

She could not stop the spell from hoisting her by her ankle. She could not stop Harry's once signature spell from hitting her either, disarming her and sending her wand to his hand.

"Liberacorpus," he said with a faint smile, lowering her back to the ground.

"You've always been good at dueling," Luna remarked as Harry returned her wand back to her. "That was fun. We should do it again."

There was no doubt about it. Harry really was good at dueling, even after being mostly magic-less for seven and a half years. His skill with offensive magic had always been good, and it had become even greater after Voldemort's defeat. That was when he had experienced a serious power increase thanks to the horcux no longer weakening him. From past experience, she knew that he had held back against her. Some of his best spells were highly dangerous ones. Against a true threat, he would have been far more inclined to use Fiendfyre and Sectumsempra. He had been talented with both when he disappeared.

"If you stick around, I may have to duel with you more often. I didn't realize how out of practice I was," Harry said, shaking his head.

"It's a good thing I'm staying in town then," Luna said as she began to dismantle their privacy spells. "Oh… I just realized I don't have a place to stay yet."

Chuckling, Harry said, "You can stay at my apartment. I'll sleep on the couch."

He half expected her to suggest that they share, but she chose not to, thankfully. While she was still an attractive woman, they simply had not worked as a couple. There were no problems in the intimacy department, but that had simply not been enough. There was a reason that he only had one meaningless fling after the war, after all.

"Why don't you head to the apartment? Get settled in, and I'll be back later. For now, I need to head back to the warehouse and talk to Zatanna," Harry suggested.

With a bright smile, Luna nodded and silently disapparated.

Putting his wand up, he pulled out the Elder Wand. With a single flick, he dismantled all of the remaining privacy spells and restored the area to the same condition it had been before their little duel.

Once that was done, he apparated back to the warehouse.

Upon arriving back at the warehouse, Harry heard Zatanna ask a question.

"So where's your friend?"

"Luna's back at my house. I'll catch up with her after I go on patrol," Harry answered with a smile. It was definitely nice to have an old friend around again.

"Is she your…."

Zatanna did not have to finish the question. It was obvious to Harry what she was going to ask.

"Luna and I dated for about six months. She was in her last year at Hogwarts, and I was busy as an auror, so we did not see each other that often. In the end, we decided just to be friends. It was a mutual decision," Harry answered.

It was clear that Zatanna was unsure if it was truly in the past, but she did not bring up that subject again.

"Made any progress on figuring out a name or a costume?" Harry asked after a moment of silence.

"Well… I'm not exactly sure how to get a costume. I have a few ideas on what I'd like to wear, but I don't know how to actually get a suit like it," Zatanna admitted.

"Figure out the design, colors, and maybe a symbol for you to wear, and I'll get you a suit. My godfather's cousin… my godson's grandmother… well, I'm not sure what she is to me exactly, but she made my newest suit. My older suit was made by a tailor in England's magical community using measurements that were given to them through a messenger. So get all the relevant information, and I'll get you a suit made," Harry told her. "But what about a name?"

"I think I've decided on Arcana," she answered. "It's connected to tarot cards and essentially means deep secrets or mysteries. I thought about Arcane, but Arcana sounds better to me."

"Arcana… I like that," Harry said approvingly. "Well then, Arcana, do you need any help?"

"No, I'm just doing some reading," Zatanna said with a hint of nervousness.

Harry simply nodded, having seen what book she was reading. If she wanted to read about history, he was not going to complain. So instead, he returned to practicing with his staff, occasionally going down to his lab to check on the Polyjuice Potion.

Before he left for patrol, the potion was completed and stored away for later use with preservation charms applied to the bottles. The next day, he would get started on Veritaserum.

What he did not know was that while has on patrol that night, Zatanna read about the First Wizarding War. It never dawned on him that he was mentioned in the history books, allowing Zatanna to find out exactly what kind of person Harry was.

After his patrol, he headed straight to his apartment and found Luna sitting on the couch, looking through the file that he had been given by Raya from S.T.A.R. Labs.

"What are you doing?" he asked, shaking his head. He should have known that she would find it eventually, but he had not imagined she would do so right away.

"I was bored, so I thought I'd do some reading," she replied nonchalantly. "This information on the Justice Society is interesting."

"I'm planning on seeking them out eventually, but I'm not sure when," Harry replied as he sat down next to her. "It never said exactly what caused everything to happen. It doesn't sound like it was just Hawkman nearly killing a man."

"I'll find out," Luna said thoughtfully.

"Aren't you a magizoologist?"

"I am, but I was also a reporter for the Quibbler and have invented several spells. Why stick to only one thing if you're good at several?" Luna asked, cocking her head to the side.

Shaking his head, Harry asked, "How are you with potions?"

If the question and change of topic surprised her, Luna did not show it. "It wasn't my best subject, but I never stopped practicing."

"Can you brew Veritaserum for me?" he asked. Honestly, he still was not sure if he was good enough to brew it, so asking her to brew it instead might be the better option.

"Sure, but you know that you can't distract me, right?" Luna asked. "If you're trying to do that, you're being too obvious about it. It works better if you ease into another subject and make it sound like you can't do it without my help."

Harry laughed at that. "No, I am not stupid. I'm just not the best brewer, and I'm trying to learn how to use my staff better, master the spells that I've learned, and work on getting Zatanna a costume. I need Veritaserum so I can start interrogating criminals without worrying about them lying or hiding anything, but I don't really have the time to brew it and do everything else."

"I'll do it, and then I'll see what I can find out," Luna said with a nod of understanding.

"Thanks," Harry said, relieved. "So what did I miss while I was indisposed? Andromeda told me some stuff, but you might know more."

Nodding, Luna began to tell him all about the aftermath of his disappearance.

Author's Note: Before this story, I didn't realize how hard it can be to write Luna. If it wasn't for the fact that she's had eight years to mature from where we last saw her in the books, I would have made her way OOC.

While I'm talking about Luna, I want to be clear. This story is not Harry/Zatanna/Luna. It's just Harry and Zatanna. I thought it would be interesting to make Luna and Harry exes instead of simply friends. It also means that Zatanna won't be his first or even second relationship. I'd say third, but I never considered Cho as being his girlfriend since she kissed him (poorly) and then they went on a horrible date.

Just in case anyone is curious, no Kryptonian can break the Elder Wand. One could easily break Harry though, making it a little less effective of a power up.

Also, I do have to say that this is a new experience for me. The pacing of this story is slower than what I'm used to. In a way, I regret that I didn't start the story at a later point in time. Granted, Raya being alive did alter enough that I can make Clark become Superman sooner, but it's not as easy as I thought to come up with villains for Harry to deal with at this point in time. Unless I wanted to give the phantoms to Harry to deal with (despite that being a part of Clark's trials) or use a villain that Clark already defeated, I didn't really have anyone to use. Bringing in the wraith was a part of the plan to fix the issue of not having any villains for him to deal with. It's still kind of a slow process, but you have to take what you can get.

Now, I do feel I should address something. If you really want to tell me that I shouldn't do something because it's not how it was done in the comics, or some other thing like that, leave a review after signing in. I don't reply to anonymous reviews. This is the only case that I will address part of such a review though. Zatanna doesn't typically use a secret identity in the comics. However, I'm pretty sure that Green Arrow doesn't generally reveal his secret identity to the world either. Zatanna uses a secret identity because Harry does. Unless they only wanted to see each other in secret, they either both need to have secret identities or both have public ones. Otherwise, too much scrutiny will be placed on them.

Anyways, thanks for reading, reviewing, and offering me your input. I've appreciated it thus far.