Harry Potter sat in his next detention with Delores Umbridge. However, she wasn't making him write lines with the evil quill that she had used the night before. This time, Harry was writing lines with a normal quill. Minister Fudge, for some reason unbeknownst to Harry, had told her to stop using the knife quill. Harry was taking great pains not to look at Umbridge because he knew that he was going to burst into a fit of laughter if he did. It was obvious that she was very upset about Fudge ruining her fun.

The only problem was what had happened to change Fudge's mind. It was obvious that he would do anything to quiet the rumor of Voldemort's return even if it wasn't a rumor at all. He knew that someone had to convince the Minister to stop using the infamous quill. At first he thought it was Dumbledore, but he quickly ruled out that idea since he knew that Fudge would rather eat tacks that listen to the Headmaster. He knew that it couldn't be his godmother since Umbridge was intent on not listening to her. However, Harry was sure that his godmother Zatanna knew who his savior was. Maybe it was her scary friend. After all, Harry saw him cause Fudge to spill his lunch all over himself.

After detention, Harry decided that he had to know who had gotten him out of that sticky situation so he headed down to the dungeons to visit his godmother Zatanna who was in disguise as Ms. Flora Parker. Harry knocked on the door once he got there and went in when acknowledged by Zatanna.

"Hello, Harry," Zatanna beamed. "How did detention go this time?"

"A lot better since Umbridge used a normal quill this time," Harry replied. "I was wondering if it was because of anything you did."

"No, it wasn't me," Zatanna answered.

"Do you know who did it?" Harry hopefully asked. "I would really like to thank whoever saved my hand from further damage."

"Let's see…" Zatanna mused. "I only told two people after the meeting in Dumbledore's office. I told my batty friend of course, but I'm pretty sure that he never left Hogwarts. Then I went up to the tower and told someone who had a little more muscle to throw into the problem. I'd have to say that he did it."

"I need to thank him," Harry pleaded.

"I'll be sure to pass along the message the next time I see him," Zatanna promised. "Harry, could you do me a favor?"

"What?" Harry questioned.

"Please control your temper," Zatanna begged. "There is no telling what those idiots will do and we might not be able to help you next time."

"Okay," Harry sighed.

"I care about you a lot and I don't want to see you get hurt again," Zatanna explained.

"I understand," Harry acknowledged.

"You have your father's temper," Zatanna pointed out. "Sometimes when I look at you, I think that I'm looking at James."

"It always makes me proud to hear people say how much I look like my father," Harry replied with a smile.

"Before you leave, we need to discuss you bringing up your Potions grade," Zatanna ordered. "I think that you could benefit from a few more lessons."

"Oh," Harry sighed dejectedly since he thought that he would be taking these lessons from Snape.

"I would be teaching you during these extra lessons," Zatanna explained as if she could read Harry's mind. "Potions was my best subject."

"Oh!" Harry happily exclaimed.

After solving the mystery of who had made Harry's detention a lot easier, he headed to the common room. There was still one more problem that he had to take care of. He was thoroughly tired of Ron's recent attitude towards him. It wasn't Harry's fault that he couldn't tell Ron who had written the letter. His godmother had told him not to. Besides, it didn't exactly take Sherlock Holmes to figure out who 'Me' was since Harry had introduced her to his two best friends. If Sirius had written the letter, he would have signed it 'Snuffles'.

Harry went into the common room to find Ron and Hermione alone since they had been waiting on him to get back from detention. Since everyone else had gone to bed, now was the perfect time to straighten things out with Ron.

"Are you okay?" Hermione squeaked.

"I'm a lot better since Fudge told Umbridge to stop using that quill," Harry explained.

"Why would he do that?" Hermione wondered. "It's obvious that he doesn't like you."

"Remember that man who took the Joker away after Fred and George beat him at his own game?" Harry questioned.

"Sure, I saw a report on Superman on my parents television once," Hermione declared.

"Word is that Superman had a little talk with Fudge," Harry quipped with a sly grin.

"That would do it," Hermione giggled.

"Still not talking to me?" Harry growled when he saw Ron sulking at a table.

"He's acting like a child!" Hermione cried out.

"Am not!" Ron childishly protested.

"Why couldn't you just figure out who wrote the letter by yourself?" Harry demanded. "I introduced her to the two of you after all."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that your godmother wrote the letter?" Ron pressed.

"She told me not to," Harry explained. "She is in disguise."

"So why are you telling us now?" Ron wondered.

"She gave me permission to tell the two of you so long as no one else finds out," Harry replied.

"I really don't understand why your godmother would need to be in disguise," Hermione pointed out.

"I doubt Umbridge would appreciate having someone in the school that cared so much for me," Harry mused. "It just might increase the enjoyment I get from being here."

"That makes sense I guess," Hermione doubtfully answered.

"So, are we okay now?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah, sorry mate," Ron apologized.

Harry took just enough time before going to bed to catch up on his homework. Ron and Harry both predicted that they would die horrible deaths for Divination homework. Harry found it hard to stay awake long enough to read through the current Defense chapter. It was a mystery as to why Fudge had his lackey stop teaching practical magic. Harry had just enough energy to stumble to bed after writing his Potions essay.

The next morning, Harry headed down to eat breakfast with Ron and Hermione. He was happy that Ron was no longer mad at him since the conversation at the Gryffindor was a lot less awkward. Harry happily took a bite of his pancakes while discussing the Chudley Cannons with Ron. Harry was just about to drink his orange juice when he heard a loud noise coming from outside. The next second, the door to the entrance hall came crashing down and a bald man with dark skin wearing a metallic suit invaded the Great Hall.

"Harry Potter!" Lex Luthor called out. "Ah, there you are!"

"You again?" Harry complained as he threw his plate at Luthor since he knew that spells had no effect on his suit.

"We have unfinished business," Luthor prattled after the plate fell harmlessly to the ground.

"Stupefy!" McGonagall called out only to be surprised when the spell had no effect.

"How pathetic!" Luthor gloated as he lifted his hand to send a white stunning blast towards McGonagall.

The blast would have hurt McGonagall a great deal if a suit of armor hadn't jumped out of the way. Luthor found out who had been responsible when Flora Parker came to stand next to McGonagall. The villain would have tried again if several students hadn't screamed. Luthor looked behind him and saw a gruesome man dressed as a bat.

"You?" Luthor spat. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"Neither are you!" Batman growled as he threw a bat-shaped boomerang with a flashing light toward Luthor's faceplate. The boomerang exploded on contact living Luthor's head exposed. Batman gave Luthor a Judo kick to turn him around and Flora Parker stunned him into submission.

After the dark knight took Luthor away, Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table staring at Pansy Parkinson. She had been acting like a different person ever since she returned to Hogwarts. How she got her foot caught in one of the trick steps was beyond him. When they had a moment alone, Draco decided to give Pansy a little test.

"That sure was exciting," Draco mused. "It reminded me of when the gargoyle attacked us four years ago."

"I know," Pansy replied.

"It was a troll!" Draco cried out. "You're not Pansy! What have you done with her?"

Pansy looked directly at Draco and her eyes glowed bright blue.

"Oh, but I am Pansy," the Slytherin corrected.

"You are Pansy," Draco murmured.