Deadshot


Oliver opened his eyes that morning, sitting straight up, reminiscent of a vampire rising from its coffin, finding that in a chair beside him was Harry, eating a sandwich.

"How long was I out?" Oliver asked, grunting as he climbed to his feet.

"Well it's seven in the morning if that's any indication..."

"Damn it." the billionaire groaned as he grabbed his jacket and began moving towards the exit. "Are you coming?"

"Really, I just started eating this sandwich..." Harry acted as if it was a large inconvenience, but got up anyway and followed Oliver towards the exit. "So, what the hell happened last night?"

"James Holder. I confronted him, and a sniper took him out. They shot me with a poisoned bullet. I'm sure that Holder's all over the news right now."

Harry took another bite of his sandwich, sighing. "Why is it that I go away for not even a couple hours and you end up getting poisoned?"

"Don't ask me that, you're supposed to be my backup," Oliver reminded him to which Harry rolled his eyes.

"Hey you can't blame me for this..." Harry called to him, stopping in his tracks on the stairs. "Oliver, you're not blaming me, are you?"

Oliver just gave him a coy smile and walked out of the Lair. "Oliver, come on don't play around! Ollie!"


St. Mungo's was very alive and obnoxiously loud today. The brunette witch walked quietly through the hallway with her head down, trying her best to avoid the crowds as much as possible. Things had taken a turn the moment Harry Potter returned from the dead. It appears that the Dark Lord's followers were not all wiped out like they had suspected, and now they were fighting to make their presence known. Hermione shook her head, not wanting to think about that teenager.

She had been trying her best to avoid him ever since that night she came to the docks in Starling City, suspicious that Harry was lying to her about being the Red Arrow. She wanted to believe that he was still the same Harry that had left. However, seeing the damage at the Burrow, finding that arrow, and Harry's reaction to seeing her holding it was enough for her to be suspicious. Hermione had played right into his hand by allowing it to slide. He was afraid of being found out, and just how he looked when he was caught murdering Cho proved it to her.

Hermione would come around the corner to the Weasleys' room to find Ron was awake, while the girls were asleep once more. She stopped to make sure the vigilante wasn't in there with Ron, but to her relief he was nowhere in sight.

Stepping inside, she lightly knocked on the door to gain Ron's attention. When he turned he had a bright smile on his face, as if they had never stopped being friends in the first place after Harry disappeared from the island.

"Hey!" he greeted happily as Hermione waved to him and came to sit down.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better than I was that night. I was surprised to see that you showed up yesterday, didn't expect you to come."

Hermione pursed her lips, embarrassed that Ron was quite smart about her decision. "I wasn't going to come, but I thought that perhaps we could actually start over."

"Start over?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow, wincing with pain from the burn on his forehead. Hermione laughed slightly at his goofy expression before sighing.

"Y-yeah, start over. I thought maybe we had each grown as a person and maybe we could actually have a friendship that didn't revolve around us yelling at each other ninety percent of the time."

"Hey, there was that ten percent where we were in deadly situations with Harry."

Hermione winced at his name, and Ron couldn't help but notice that. "What's the problem with you two anyway? You act like he's You-Know-Who."

"I, I don't know how to start."

"How about you start with why Harry feels so damn guilty about lying to you. He wouldn't even tell me what was going on."

"Harry doesn't feel guilty about anything. He lied to me on purpose, and then was caught. Now he's just worried about me telling on him. I won't though, I have a feeling that more people will be hurt if I do."

"Hermione, do you even hear yourself? If Harry didn't feel guilty he wouldn't have come here to check on us. I don't know why you're mad at him, but whatever it is, you need to quit. He is not the same person that he was when he went missing. He was put through something neither of us could ever understand. I get it, I really do. Do you think I didn't see it that night when he was at our home? Harry might be lying, but he's doing it to protect people. Harry is still the Boy Who Lived, just not the one you remember."

"He is not Harry, the Harry I know and... he wouldn't do that." she said with a shaky voice, and Ron noticed how she was going to say something but stopped herself.

"Look, I'm not saying that Harry is in the right for whatever it is he did, all I'm trying to say is that you need to see things from his perspective."

Hermione looked down, as she had the image of Cho's head being cut off flashed through her head once more. "I don't know if I can."


As Oliver and Harry walked through the house, heading towards the living room the two noticed that Thea was on the couch, head down and in her hands as Moira was busy talking to a couple of police officers. Diggle was standing by silently waiting for the two of them presumably.

"What happened? Thea okay?" Oliver asked as they reached Diggle. Harry kept his eyes on the teenager, noticing her appearance was one he recognized from one of his nights with Nyssa when Ra's let the two of them go have a week. That was also the same time Ra's was trying to get Harry to stay in the League, but that's another story. The point was Harry could see that she had out drinking all night.

"She was drinking." Harry shook his head lightly, sighing in disappointment.

"The cops brought her home, she and some of her friends broke into a store, tried on some dresses last night. Lit up the breathalyzer like a Christmas tree." Diggle informed them as Harry crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.

Harry had a feeling that he was going to have to step in, to persuade Thea to stop this nonsense. Oliver was bad enough at her age, she didn't need to reach his notoriety.

"So, how was your evening, sir?" Diggle asked with a smile.

"You mean after I said I had to go to the bathroom at dinner and never came back?" Oliver asked, as Harry hid a chuckle.

"I guess from now on I'll be watching you pee."

"Okay, awkward... I'm leaving." Harry threw his hands in the air and walked into the living room with Oliver following suit.

"Thank you officers, my wife and I appreciate it. I'll see you out." Walter spoke in the background speaking to the two officers as Oliver looked at his drunk sister sitting on the couch looking the opposite of guilty, and very very bored.

"Last time it was public intoxication. This time breaking and entering. My, how we are moving up in the criminal world." Moira scolded Thea as Harry leaned against the wall eyeing her. Thea wasn't afraid of her punishment. This told him that there probably was no consequence. Moira was enabling her if anything. Thea stood up stretching and Harry could see that she was wearing a thin see-through white top and her eyes were hazy, clearly exhausted.

Thea sighed with a smile. "You know, when you pay off the store owner, you should check out the merchandise. They got some pretty killer outfits."

"Whoa, pay off the store owner? Excuse me?" Harry asked incredulously. However Moira and Thea ignored him, although he caught an eye roll from her.

"Thea, go get ready for school." Moira ordered her daughter.

"Uh," the teenage Queen crossed her arms, "you know, I was thinking of taking a sick day." she and Moira stared at each other for a minute and it seemed like they were having a mental battle of some sort, but ultimately Moira looked away.

"Fine, then get some sleep."

Thea smiled coyly as she walked by the two men, winking at Harry which made his chest tighten up, and then looked at her brother. "You look like crap."

She walked away, as Harry shook his head disappointed. "You're letting her play hooky?"

"When your sister gets like this it's best to give her her space."

"She's testing you." the two archers informed her at once, causing Moira to blink in surprise at the two's unison.

"Yes. Who'd she learn that from?" she inquired looking at Oliver.

"Mom. When I was her age you and Dad let me get away with murder. Looking back, I could have used less space and more parenting." Oliver hissed as he turned and walked away. Harry, however stood his ground and looked at Moira.

"You know he's right..." Harry said lowly, much to Moira's dismay. "I know it's not my place to say, but I think I would lay down some laws, especially if my child, who was all I had left after my oldest was presumed dead at sea, was doing drugs, getting drunk, and doing b and e's."

"Harry, what do you know, you were thirteen when you went missing."

"Yeah, I was, but it doesn't mean I don't have common sense. You see, I might not be as smart as everyone else because I was a castaway, but at least I'm perceptive enough to figure out how things should be. You lost Oliver once, I wouldn't want to lose Thea because you made the same mistakes as last time."

Harry walked away finally, meeting Oliver in the hallway.

Harry and Oliver met each other's eyes and nodded at each other, already knowing what the other was thinking. It looked like Harry was going to start becoming involved with getting Thea's act cleaned up.


The cops had been combing over the rooftop where James Holder's body was found early this morning. Lance was looking around, not understanding what had happened last night.

"It doesn't make sense." Lance said looking at his partner.

"Holder fits the profile. Wealthy dirtbag. Red meat for the Hood. And we recovered at least one arrow."

"Only this time the cause of death is a double tap through the heart and our perp doesn't use firearms."

"Maybe he's finally figured out there's easier ways to kill people than with a bow and arrow. Don't forget the Red Arrow, or whatever we're calling him uses more than just bow and arrows. He beat the crap out of our guys with batons or something that night they attacked Hunt. Then he cut off that masked girl's head off with a sword. It's like you said, those guys are whack jobs."

"The kill with the sword is unconfirmed to be him, though. There's not one single trace of the Red Arrow being here. What we have confirmed is that the Hood was here at the scene, presumably talking to our vic, and somebody using a rifle shot him."

Lance looked at the body bag holding James Holder, knowing that there was far more to the story than met the eye.


The bullets were laced with curare, a rare and deadly poison. The killer's unique M.O. He's killed people all over the world. Chicago, Markovia, Corto Maltese. Interpol even has a codename for him. Deadshot. I was prepared to give James Holder a chance to right his wrongs, but this Deadshot has no morality, no honor... no code. He doesn't kill for justice, which makes him as dangerous as anyone on my list. In fact, it puts him at the very top of ours.


Oliver watched Harry finish writing 'Deadshot' in his book of names that he had to focus on finding. Drakon and the Ghost had been on there, but the Ghost had been crossed off the other night. This Deadshot was dangerous, and Oliver could see Harry knew something about him that he didn't.

"You know something about this guy, don't you? Do you know him?" Oliver asked, to which Harry shook his head.

"No, I don't know him. I have seen him at work. When we were in Russia, I was hunting down an assassin, heard he was being chased by police as I was tracking him down, so I joined in the chase. Guy got cornered on a building, and with one bullet he managed to kill four of them. He managed to ricochet the bullets off of three poles to get the proper angle to kill all of them. He wasn't even trying either, Ollie. I didn't go after him because I haven't seen someone with that kind of skill before. It's one thing to have bullets coming at me from all directions, at least I can guess where it's coming from. With Deadshot, the bullet could come from anywhere without you even knowing. Think it's coming from the north, guess what it's coming from the south. We need to be careful."

"Harry, calm down, you're starting to worry me."

The teen took in a deep breath and laid his head back. "I just don't get it. We've faced Slade, that is understandable, he was enhanced with a serum, like me. We haven't faced anyone who can shoot anyone from any angle like it's just them breathing. Starling City's a lot more interesting than I thought it would be."

"How so?"

"Constantine Drakon... a security guard that was able to injure the Red Arrow at full power, with the tatau to back him up. Then we have Cho Chang, the Ghost... a magical assassin. Now, we have Deadshot, the world's deadliest assassin. I thought saving Starling City would be a lot simpler than this."

"Hey, I never said it would be easy."

"I never did either. I said simpler. I didn't expect to face people like this. I faced the same kind of people at Hogwarts, just not in as deadly circumstances." Harry clicked his tongue as he pulled his phone out. "I've gotta go, I've got my driver's test, so if you want me to help out with anything just send a text."

"Alright, I'll see you after a bit then."

Harry ran up the stairs to leave the building, and Oliver called Diggle and Tommy. He wanted their opinion on the two's decision to make the Queen Industrial Inc. Steel Fabrication and Welding building into a nightclub.


Opening the door Oliver threw his arms out unveiling the the inside of the building to Tommy and Diggle as they followed him from behind.

"So what do you think? Great spot for a nightclub or what?"

"Sweet." Tommy nodded looking around the room. "Though, I gotta tell you, man if you're thinkin' about calling it Queens I don't think you're gonna get the clientele that you were hoping for."

Oliver chuckled a little bit, before pointing up to the foreman's office up on the second floor. "Private office."

"For the private one-on-one meetings I would imagine."

"Hopefully the occasional two-on-one meeting." Oliver laughed. "However Harry and I were talking. I think because of my involvement with the company, Harry's going to have a role in the club."

"Eighteen year old working at a nightclub? You are turning him into an Oliver Jr." Tommy smiled brightly at him as Diggle quietly put his hands in his pockets. "Man, are you sure you wanna do this? It's not like you or Harry really have any experience in running a, well, running anything."

Oliver nodded to which Tommy snapped his finger as he suddenly got an idea which was terrifying because Tommy's ideas sometimes involved them getting into trouble. "How about tomorrow night the three of us we go and scope out the competition. There's a new club opening downtown. It's called Poison. Max Fuller owns it."

"Max Fuller?"

"Mm-hm."

"I slept with his fiance."

"Yeah, before the wedding!" Tommy shrugged.

"It was at the rehearsal dinner..."

"The rehearsal dinner is technically before the wedding right?" the two laughed the action off. "And besides, who stays mad at a castaway?" Tommy touched his pocket, having felt his phone buzz and checked a message that had popped up. "Ah, damn it... I've gotta roll. I'll see you later, man. It's a good place though."

Oliver clapped his hands together, spinning around to look at his bodyguard who had been there totally silent during that entire time.

"So, what do you think?" Oliver asked with a smile, hoping Diggle would open up a bit.

"Well, I'm here to provide security, sir, not a commentary."

"Oh, come on, Dig. Do me a favor, speak freely, please." the billionaire held his hands together as if he was begging him.

Diggle gave a small smirk, nodding his head. "Well, this is the Glades, right? Your rich white friends wouldn't come to this neighborhood on a bet."

"I am Oliver Queen, right? People would stand in line for three hours if I opened a club."

"And no one who actually lives in the Glades would see a penny of those cover charges."

"Actually Harry has made it very clear that, if we make it a successful business we gentrify the neighborhood. He even has plans to donate some of his inheritance that his parents left him for when he turned eighteen to improve the Glades."

"I was wondering when we would get to that. The white knights swooping in to save the disenfranchised. And all by their lonesome, with no help from anybody."

"Wow. You don't think very much of me, do you?" Oliver asked, ignoring Harry's involvement in that statement.

"No, actually, sir, I have a very high regard for how perceptive you are. Sir."

"And what about Harry?"

"If I may speak freely, sir?" Diggle asked, to which Oliver nodded. "Mr. Potter is quite the enigma to me. For someone who went missing at the age of thirteen and was stranded on an island, with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a book bag which held a photo of his childhood friends and not much else, he's a lot smarter and more adapted to the world than I would have expected. It almost seems like he was only gone for a couple of years, not five."

"Harry has a higher perception than I do, Dig. He's able to see things in people you and I can't. Sometimes he's right, sometimes he's not so right, but what I do know is, no matter what he does, he always tries to do good. Sure, his actions themselves might not be that great, honestly we can get into a lot of trouble because he doesn't like to keep his mouth shut, (partially my fault by the way) but he has his heart in the right place. He's still a kid, though... he's growing up in the best way he can."

"And with you as a role model of all people."

Oliver sighed, grinning at Diggle's sarcasm. "Yeah, I'm not exactly the world's greatest person to have as a role model, but I think I've done right by him so far. Why, do you think I'm a bad influence on him?"

"No, I think you're one of the reasons he's a good person, Mr. Queen."

Diggle went and walked back towards the car, as Oliver stood and looked around the room.

The nightclub will conceal the base underneath and provide an alibi for where Oliver Queen and Harry Potter spend their nights.


Harry stood outside of Thea's room later that night as she went into the bathroom to take a shower, and quietly snuck into her room.

Okay, Thea... you want to use drugs... well, that's not going to happen if I have anything to say about it.

He searched around her room, searching for her stash until he remembered he had magic and could probably use it. Holding his hand out he thought of the spell Accio and watched as out of the closet came a bag, full of pills and other drugs that Harry wasn't too keen on looking at. As he caught it, Harry bit his lower lip.

Good stuff, too. Girl knows her stuff. Now to find your friend who supplied you with those pills at the party, and "nicely ask her" to stop supplying you.

He stepped out of her room, not leaving a trace that her room had been disturbed and disposed of Thea's stash. Harry had, however taken her phone and taken all of the contacts off of there so he could track each individual one if Thea was with. If only she had paid attention to the 'Say No to Drugs' posters they had at schools. Now she has to deal with Officer Arrow.

Harry laughed at the thought of the Red Arrow having a police uniform while still having the hood on, and it was quite stupid to say the least.

He pulled out his driver's license and and smiled. However, something about his name was bothering him now. Potter didn't seem like it fit with him anymore.

Harry knew that the name Potter had baggage, and he wasn't sure how much longer he wanted to be associated with his title of the Boy Who Lived. The only reason he hadn't changed his name yet was merely because he didn't want to dishonor his parents.

To be honest, he wondered what they would think of who he was now, would they be proud of him, or would they treat him like Hermione did? All the people he had hurt, killed... it wasn't what his parents would want for him. Nothing had turned out the way they wanted. Harry supposed it was only fitting that this would happen. He put his jacket on and slowly walked down the stairs towards the exit, knowing that self-wallowing would get him nowhere.

There was a murderer on the loose in the city, and he and Oliver had to do something about it.


The next day


Starling City Sentinel


Oliver Queen and Harry Potter To Open New Hotspot In The Glades


Laurel read the article intently, biting the cap of her pen as Joanna walked up from behind. "Hey, do you have the depos on the Jergens case?"

In a nervous scramble Laurel quickly hid the article, not before Joanna was able to see that Laurel was reading about her ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah, they're around here somewhere." Laurel nodded as she searched her desk for the files. Joanna turned her attention from the computer and sighed, to which Laurel turned around and saw the judging glares coming her way. "What, I was just surfing the net."

"Really?" she asked unconvinced.

Laurel stood up straight, turning her head to her co-worker. "Joanna, I'm over him." Joanna tilted her head, keeping silent. "And you don't believe me."

"Well, uh, I would have if I wouldn't have just caught you trolling for articles on him." Joanna informed her as Laurel went to the filing cabinet.

"I wasn't trolling."

"I don't wanna have to be the one to remind you that he cheated on you, Laurel. With your sister."

Laurel hated whenever they brought up Sara and Oliver being together, it made her sick to her stomach. "I appreciate your self control," she hissed out sarcastically.

"You're stuck in the past. And the reason I know this is the fact that the only physical relationship you've had since Oliver is with his best friend. It is time to move on. I-it is past time."

"I've been busy. I work a lot." the lawyer proclaimed as she went back to her desk, to which Joanna gave a smile.

"Okay. That's got to stop. So we are going out tonight. And, and we are gonna have some shots and we are gonna dance with men that we don't know and we are gonna stay out way too late." Joanna laid her hand on a file on the left side of Laurel's desk and chuckled. "Jergen's depos."

Joanna smacked the file against her hand as she turned to walk away.

"You know, I really don't think I can go out tonight."

"It is adorable that you actually think I'm giving you a choice."


Thea was getting ready for school, putting her tie on as Moira walked into the room. "I want you to come home right after school." Moira informed her to which Thea developed a rebellious smirk.

"Oh, can't. Margot and I are gonna go to the mall." Thea replied not even looking towards her mother.

"What, more shopping?" Moira scoffed lightly. "Tell Margot you'll have to cancel. You're grounded for two weeks."

The young Queen blinked wildly in surprise turning to look at her mother to which she saw the smile on Moira's face. "Uh, grounded? I've never been grounded."

"Well, you've never committed larceny before."

"Since when do you care?"

"I have always cared. I am your mother." Moira hissed out stepping towards Thea.

"Look, we, we've had a good thing going on the last five years. Why mess with that now?"

"No, we are paying off store owners to keep your record clean, so clearly it hasn't been working." Moira clicked her tongue watching as her daughter's temper began to rise.

"Oh, and you're gonna teach me. Yeah right." she scoffed the idea off and rolled her eyes, as Harry stepped into view, finishing wiping his hands off, which appeared to have had some sort of black liquid on it. "It's Oliver and Harry, isn't it? Oliver's judgmental hypocrisy is rubbing off on you. Harry is just following Ollie's lead, why listen to him?"

"Maybe because I haven't committed any crimes." Harry spoke up, gaining the girl's attention.

"Listening in on conversations, now?" Thea asked him to which Harry shrugged. "Man, my brother really is rubbing off on you. What now, you gonna lecture me too?"

"I'm not here to lecture. I was just on my way to my room. However, you do look noticeably irritable today."

"Well maybe if someone hadn't taken my stash I wouldn't be in a grouchy mood." Thea hissed, looking at him as if he had been the culprit.

Harry threw his hands up in defense. "Hey I didn't touch anything. I don't know where anything is in here besides your posters. If you lost your stash that's your problem. Maybe it's a sign."

"Or maybe you and my brother are teaming up. Wouldn't expect any less from you two..." she growled to which Harry smiled.

"Man, you really know how to make a guy feel comfortable Speedy." Harry beamed at her, backing out of sight and walked away.

"Oh shut it Castaway! You're lucky I actually kind of like having you around!"

"I knew you liked me!" Harry called out from the hallway, to which Thea just smiled lightly. Moira was hiding her smile as Thea turned back to the issue at hand.

"I know you three are teaming up on me."

"I don't need Oliver nor Harry to teach me how to parent you. You will be home by 4:00." Moira ordered to which Thea crossed her arms and leaned forward.

"Or what? You'll call the cops on me?" Thea walked past her mother and grabbed her purse. "Tell them I say hi." and with a smile, she walked out of the room, momentarily before Harry was seen running past the doorway screaming "SPEEDY!" and Thea's scream came a second later.

No, but I think I know just the person to help get you home on time.

"Harry! Put me down, right this instant!"


Meanwhile Oliver was walking in the alleys near James Holder's penthouse, searching for the bullet that the gunman had let off, but never hit a target with. Looking around he thought back to when he fired that arrow at him, and heard the two gunshots. One had hit the Hood, and another had just went off. Based on the angle Oliver was hit, the other bullet would have hit a building about a block or so away. Oliver noticed something up on a wall, so he climbed up the wall using the pipes and window ledges until he made his way up to where he found a hole in the brick wall. Pulling out a pair of tweezers Oliver pulled out the object lodged in the hole, and found it was the bullet the gunman had fired.

I've got you now. I can track this to your supplier...