CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter XXXIX

New Avalon

Harry Avalon sat on a bench in a nice bright park in England. It was surprisingly a pretty good day, and early in the afternoon in an out of place spot, which was why they were pretty much alone. He was wearing some beige trousers with brown belt and boots, and a white tee-shirt. He was watching a teenage girl as she sat in the shadows up against the trunk of a tree. Seraph was with Harry paying close attention to the girl too, so it was made slightly less weird.

Seraph was dressed in a blue summer dress with matching pumps and her long black hair was tied back neatly with some hairclips, and she was snuggled into Harry's right side, as she finished off the ice cream she bought from the ice cream truck before it moved on. They were playing the happy couple to observe the girl without it being too creepy.

The girl they were watching seemed oblivious to them as she strummed a few notes on her ratty old guitar. She hummed gently with the notes, and showed she had quite a nice singing voice, and she was quite good with the instrument and music in general as Seraph had commented that the girl could tune the instrument from ear, as they had watched as she was carefully tweaking wires and then playing a note and tweaking some more.

Her name was Lyra. She was fourteen years old, heading towards her fifteenth birthday at the end of July. She had fair copper coloured hair, short and windswept with tails hanging down the sides of her head, over her shoulders, and her skin was milky white with cute freckles dotting her cheeks, over her nose, and under her eyes. She was a petite girl, and she was hidden away in clothes that were on the baggy side of some blue hipsters, a white tee shirt and white trainers. Harry knew she bought those things herself because he had swung by a certain house when looking for Lyra, and he knew those bastards didn't give a shit about her.

"She is flipping, adorable!" Seraph said with a delighted whimper. "Can I go and cuddle her?"

"No," Harry answered with a shake of his head. "You do not go up to strange girls and cuddle them, no matter how adorable."

"Can I buy her a new guitar then, because a girl of her talent needs a much nicer instrument?" she suggested hopefully.

"Hmm… well, go for it," he agreed while shrugging. "She is your aunty," he said with a chuckle while she gave him a pouty glare. "Let's go say hello, shall we?" he suggested as he stood up with Seraph a few steps after him, and within a moment Harry and Seraph's shadows covered the small red head.

Lyra looked up in surprise, her eyes widening, and her pale cheeks brightening with pink as she looked over the man before her. Hunky was the first thing to come to mind, and handsome, and gorgeous – her bright green eyes slid from him and she felt disappointed that he had a girlfriend or wife maybe, and she was absolutely stunning. She nervously rubbed the thin lightning scar on her forehead as a nervous habit, but it didn't hurt or anything, so she wasn't sure what these people wanted from her.

"Lyra Avalon!" the man spoke with dramatic flare. "Oh, how glorious this day shall be; the day you come home."

Lyra raised a delicate copper eyebrow in confusion. "I-I'm s-sorry sir," she spoke shyly while he and the woman only smiled at her as if they were sharing a joke. "My name is Potter, n-not Avalon," she said with her soft voice. "I'm sorry, you must have got the wrong person."

"The Girl-Who-Lived," Seraph said cheerfully while Lyra's eyes widened impossibly. "I was wondering why you haven't bought yourself a better guitar. We were watching and you're rather wonderful, so you should have better than that."

"Oh," the girl answered after a moment of uncertainty, but her cheeks lit up. "I have to save all my trust for things I need," she said as she pulled her guitar closer to her. "But – who are you? And how do you know who I am? I-I'm not alone you know. Members of the Order are around here somewhere."

"Yeah, we know," Seraph agreed with a smile. "There is one sneaking up on us from behind, but they are of no concern to us."

"W-what do you want?" Lyra asked worriedly.

Harry smiled as he crouched to be closer to her level. "This is Seraph, and my name is Harry Avalon – I am – through a technicality your brother-."

Lyra blushed more than ever as she snorted. "I don't have family. Mum and dad died when I was a baby. Voldemort killed them, and you're too old to be my brother!" she blurted out through her embarrassment, surprised neither of them flinched at the name.

"True in this reality," Harry said with a gently smile as he pulled out his phone and opened it up to a picture. "This is Amanda, my twin sister," he said offering the phone, she shyly reached out and took it.

Lyra was first impressed that he had one of these new phones. Even she had heard about them, and she had only been back for a couple of days they were that raved about. However, it was the beautiful women in the picture that took her breath away. Though, it was the thin lightning shaped scar on her forehead that startled her the most.

"There are three worlds - three insignificant parts of the multiverse, and they're becoming one," Harry said gently.

Lyra swiped the holographic screen and her breath caught in her throat as she saw a picture with Amanda and a red-haired woman cuddled up together. "That lady looks kind of like Guinevere, but Gwen has green eyes, not brown, and Gwen is only thirteen."

"That's Ginevra – Ginny Weasley," Harry said with a shrug. "She is Amanda's girlfriend."

"Weasley?" Lyra asked in shock as she looked up at her – her brother and he nodded. "So this is like an alternate reality version of Gwen?"

Harry nodded and then shook his head before rocking his hand. "Yes, no, maybe, but more no," he said in amusement. "Both of our universes are quite far from each other, which explains the temporal discrepancy, but also most people while they may look different in some ways; they are still biologically related so they're not going to differ vastly. The Scientific World is quite a bit different as there are so many more of them, so whole families may be completely different, or may not exist or may exist in one world but not another. However, with your – our magical people that is less likely with how small the magical communities are, so they have less choice – less chance to diverge no matter how far apart our universes are."

"I – I see," she said nodding shyly. "Then – um – why are you here?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're my little sister, so I came to get you."

"I can't leave-!"

"Too right you can't-!"

Harry was certain that the man to interrupt Lyra was this worlds Mad-Eye Moody. Harry hadn't met his worlds version before, but it was nice to know that this one recognised a weapon when one manifested in shadow grey hovering above Seraph's left arm and pressed into his temple with a soft white glow to the sides of the barrel.

"And why can't you leave?" Harry asked with a smug grin as he ignored Seraph's antics.

"Err," she said shyly squirming in her seat as she looked up to where Moody held his hands up above his head and the beautiful woman took three wands from the man – he looked as surprised as Lyra felt that she knew where they all were. "Well, the Order and Dumbledore, and I'm safe here with the Dursley's."

"Do you want to stay with the Dursley's?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," she mumbled impishly. "No. Not really. Why would anyone want to stay with them? But Dumbledore would never let me leave!"

Harry chuckled as he pulled out a folded sheet of parchment and handed it to her. Lyra frowned shyly as she returned his phone and opened the parchment. It was the copy of a document. It was stamped by Gringotts.

"Y-you're my legal guardian?" she asked in amazement.

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yep, and for the time being I have named a few other people after me, just in case," he said with a smile. "From what I can gather, our parents of this world were under Dumbledore's thumb, whether by magic like on my world, or because they were groomed enough to give him guardianship. However, a living brother who is old enough and rich enough makes that bull shit null and void, and I shall be taking the bastard to court, and any charges you want brought upon the Dursley's is fine by me."

"That's a lie - don't listen too-!" Moody trailed off as he staggered back as Harry took the parchment from Lyra and threw it to him. Moody looked it over in shock. "I need my wand to check its validity."

Rolling her eyes Seraph handing him one. "I have an itchy trigger finger so drop it after you've performed the magic, and any attempt at trickery will result in me firing."

"Damn, yeah, I can see that," he replied sheepishly as both eyes turned to look at the canon as it gave off a soft hum as it hovered above her arm. "No hesitation, and complete calm in your eyes. Then magical gun summoning powers, some kind of muggle machine to put the fear of god into us, I get the message," he said as he stroked the wand over the document and dropped the wand to the floor as instructed, but his one good eye widening, and that had nothing to do with Seraph snatching the wand out of the air with nonchalant ease and not even looking. "It's legit… okay – if I tried to stop you, I would be the kidnapper," he said, and Seraph took the copy back and put it away.

Harry turned from that back to Lyra while her eyes had widened further than before. "So – I can really leave?" she asked hopefully.

"My cars, just over there," he said gesturing a little way where she saw a shiny black super car causing her jaw to drop as that car must have cost fifty times as much as the Dursley's car – maybe more than that.

"Whoa, but – what about my things?" she asked gently as Harry helped her stand. "My things are in my room at the Dursley's."

"So they gave you a room?" he asked in surprise. "Those bastards kept me in a cupboard – they're still in jail for that. Though, I think my aunt will unfortunately be getting out soon."

Lyra grimaced a little but nodded. "Well, yeah; they used to, but when I got my Hogwarts letter they got scared."

Harry growled, but he wasn't the only one to show anger. She was surprised that Moody did too. "Give me my wands back and I'll turn that scum into piles of dung!" Moody growled out.

"No," Harry said shaking his head. "Seraph, have Lyra's things brought to Mount Justice, and have those bastards arrested."

"On it," she agreed coolly as she passed Moody his wands back and her arm cannon de-materialised. "You want a job being useful, Mr. Moody, here's my card," she said to the surprised man as she added a black card to his burden with white logo of S.T.A.R. Labs on the back and 'Seraph Avalon' on the front with three phone numbers and two email addresses. Seraph then turned and walked away, and Lyra new what direction she was heading.

Seraph was only forty or so yards away when she punched the air to her right with such casual easy and gentleness it came as a surprise as they heard a crack and whimper as a silvery cloak flowed off a large black man wearing a plain robe and carrying his wand. The man flew back several metres before crumpling to the grass unconscious. Seraph turned and offered Lyra a smirking wink before she started picking up speed, running, and then she was gone as she blast away around some trees at unreal speeds.

"Damn; that is one scary lady," Moody commented off-handily. "But anyway – I should, well," he said gesturing his downed friend. "Good luck with everything Miss. Potter… I mean," he paused and looked at the card. "I mean, Miss. Avalon," he said before clunking away on his wooden leg.

"Your wife is awesome!" Lyra said after a few moments just watching Moody grabbing his friend and apparating away.

"Wife?" Harry asked in confusion. "You mean, Seraph?" he asked, and she nodded her head while clutching her guitar. Harry chuckled. "Seraph is an android with artificial intelligence. Technically she could be considered my daughter."

"I'm an aunty to a robot?" she asked, confused. "Since when have the muggles built such awesome robots?"

Harry shook his head. "Android and robot aren't exactly the same, but I built her. My Earth is somewhat more advanced than this one, and we're a few years into your future too. Come on, lets-." Harry frowned as Carmines systems started going haywire, insisting they were in danger, and telling him that the temperature had dropped five per cent in under a minute, but weather patterns had not changed.

"Do you feel that?" Harry asked as he pulled his little sister closer and looked around as AR nodes scanned and jittered around them, scanning the area.

Harry looked up just before Lyra as a huge cloud of ghouls span around while heading towards them and frowned as he knew what exposure to them could do. The Crater still had a lot of prisoners getting treatment because of those things, and others were in hospitals all over the UK being treated as retrials were called for when it came to large portions of them, and others had been locked away for ridiculous lengths of time for petty offenses, and a few for things they would have gotten a slap on the wrist and possibly a small fine for.

The Ministry of Magic UK had not been looking out for its people, and though it wasn't the only corrupt ministry; it was one of the worst. It was lucky other magical communities were dealing with and sorting out their own problems, some of them only doing so because they saw the UK Ministry of Magic being scrubbed out and forcibly reformed and having planet wide scrutiny was something they wanted to avoid.

"Dementors!" Lyra whimpered as she drew her wand with her free hand and shivered. She looked to Harry while he watched the ghouls in fascination as this was the first time, he had seen the things in person, and they were as creepy as he expected. "H-Harry – wand - I can get into trouble for underage magic, as its me – they like to make an example of me even when I'm innocent; they don't care."

Harry chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah; they were like that with Amanda too. But I don't know how to use a wand – well magic – well, a magic dementor murdering spell – or was it a getting rid of spell, well it doesn't matter. I never went to magical school, and I never thought to give any of your casting things a go before, as I have a business to run, and going back to schooling would take too much time. Though, Amanda and Ginny tried to teach me a few things, I've only ever performed a few levitation charms and that matchstick to needle thing you apparently learn during first year, which makes me wonder whether matchsticks are more common than needles in the Magical World."

"You didn't go to Hogwarts?" she asked in worry as she ignored his weird rambling and prepared to use her wand anyway and hope Harry had some good lawyers she could borrow because she was kind of sick for always getting into trouble because no one cared to listen, so forcing them with lawyers sounded like a good idea.

However, as one dementor flew down Harry moved in front of Lyra and drew out his left arm palm up and in a manifestation of red light three barrier drones appeared, and the dementor screamed in agony as it hit the distortion field barrier, and burst into grey ashes leaving rainbow coloured lights drifting away and fading into nothing. The rest of the dementors didn't seem to keen on diving down for a moment.

Then Lyra screeched as the dementors charged and Harry clicked his fingers and the three crimson drones morphed and reformed into nozzles with fans on the back in circular casting. The fans were transparent and started spinning with crimson light like fire, and then that light was fired straight up the funnel of dementors from red to blue to white in a hellfire storm of screams as the three beams of energy burnt through the ghouls.

The dementors screamed as they were broken apart and turned to dust with gentle lights drifting away as the fire faded into embers, and then nothing as the sky cleared, and was free of dementors as they were all gone, and the last of the lights disbursed. The chill that had tried to conquer the world around them faded back into a pleasant day.

"I-I thought dementors were un-killable or something," Lyra mumbled in awe as the drones returned to their shield form and one flew over to her with a soft hum of whatever engine it used to fly. Up close the drones were probably twice the size of her head, and flat like a three-end cross, and symmetrical. She placed her wand away and reached out and gently stroked the drone and startled as it pushed into her hand like it was happy to meet her before it dematerialised until it was gone with the energy returning to Harry.

"We discovered that a high-thermal laser does the trick," Harry said with a shrug. "So – want to take a ride in my super car… that sounded weird."

"Err, no, what's weird is you creating laser gun things out of thin air and murdering a whole bunch of dementors," she replied gently as her cheeks lit up. "Someone must have sent them for me – it was probably Voldemort. If you didn't know, he has come back."

"I do know, but this wasn't Voldemort," he said with a shrug and she was impressed that he didn't seem to care about Voldemort, and she wondered what happened to his Voldemort. Harry gestured for her to follow him to the car, so she did. "This was likely some arsehole in," he laughed. "Na, I can't pretend I don't know. It was a member of the ministry and seeing how it happened the same way it happened with Amy, though a different time and location, it was likely the same person, but let's forget about that for now and I'll see about getting some intelligence on the Ministry of Magic, to stop this crap from happening again, and get evidence to lock the bitch up."

Lyra startled as the car door swung open and upwards. She had only ever rode in a couple of cars before, and she had never imagined driving in such a beast of a car before. She climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt and pulled her guitar into the car, sitting it between her legs just before her door automatically closed as Harry had already climbed into the drivers side and buckled his belt.

They were driving for several minutes that were more likely an hour as Harry gave his sister some time to think, and they had been on the motorway for quite a while when Lyra chose to speak.

"So… will I be staying with you?" she asked.

Harry smiled. "Well, if you want to you can, but I thought you would like to – live with some other kids who – kind of have their own douchey villains, so you can make some new friends, and learn some new things."

"Oh," she muttered thoughtfully and looking down.

"As I said, you can stay with me," he said quickly. "Its just I'm exceptionally busy at the moment sorting out this worlds fusing thing, and you would end up staying on the farm with no one your age to keep you company."

She smiled. "Okay, I guess… but you'll - you know, keep in contact and all that?"

Harry chuckled as he reached into a space behind his chair and pulled a small box down and handed it to her. "It's a phone – my number will update to it once you set it up, and you can call me or Seraph any time you want, and once the signal is strong enough to cross worlds, you'll have Amanda on the phone every minutes."

"Thanks," she replied with an embarrassed smile. "Are you really having my family – well, the Dursley's arrested."

"Do they deserve less?"

"Well… no, but I'm feeling confused about everything. Dumbledore says I'm safe there," Lyra mumbled uncertainly. "I… I mean I hate it there, and I don't feel all that safe… but-but-."

Harry shrugged as he let Lyra think for a moment. "Everything will be okay. You have family now."

"Thanks," Lyra said with a gentle smile.

"Anyway, we're here," Harry interrupted, and Lyra was surprised she hadn't noticed they had left the motorway and were somewhere around some tall buildings and parking outside an expensive looking restaurant somewhere in London.

Lyra climbed out with her guitar after Harry and watched as a valet climbed in and drove the car off looking nonchalant about the car he was driving, so Lyra figured lots of rich people ate there, but the valet driver was grateful for the tip Harry gave him before he left.

"W-where are we going… in here?" Lyra asked but was startled as Harry shook his head and led her down the side alley. "Are you allowed to use valet parking without us eating there?"

Harry laughed. "I own the place so I should think so," he said smilingly as they stopped at a busted payphone while she looked surprised.

"What's with…"

"Just get in…"

Lyra sighed as she thought that over. She had thought magical people had odd secret entrances. Therefore, she stepped in with Harry behind her, and held her guitar and phone box tightly as Harry squashed up against her. However, Harry didn't reveal a secret key panel to make the phone sink into the floor or anything. He just tapped some weird holographic light that came out of his left pulse point, and then in a boom of light, they disappeared.

The Girl-Who-Lived gasped when she reappeared in a flash of white energy. "Incoming! Zero-One-Four-Six! Crimson Knight! Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero! Warning! Unauthorized teleport…!" A nonchalant woman's voice startled Lyra as she got a good look at the huge tube as the lights within the white glass powered down. They were in a huge cylinder-like chamber, and in front of her were these huge screens and computers in a large communal command centre.

"Crimson Knight, code approval, Lyra Avalon, code name…" Harry began but paused as he looked her over and smiled while she looked confused. "Mana…!" Harry finished with an amused grin at his new little sister, which caused her to blush more.

"Code approved," the woman answered as Harry led Lyra out of the huge white cylinder. "Zero-One-Eight-Seven! Lyra Avalon! Mana! Approved…!" she then went quiet and the expected alarm didn't sound.

"But… why not Potter?" Lyra asked shyly as they came to a stop. "I-I…?"

Harry smiled and patted her shoulder. "Mum and dad gave you to that bastard Old Man and did he ever care about your needs as a person? You should at least be angry about that. You can change it if you want, but-."

"What?!" she asked quickly. "No – I just – want to take your name, I was just surprised. I'm fine leaving that Potter thing behind, with how famous it is in the Magical World; if only the Girl-Who-Lived thing could be as easily removed, but where are we anyway?!"

Harry laughed with a wide grin as a kid startled his sister as he appeared next to her in a blink of unreal speed that put Seraph's to shame. He was wearing a red spandex outfit with red headgear with transparent yellow shield around his eyes, and he had a wicked grin on his lips and a mop of brown hair. Lyra looked over the younger boy, taking note of the yellow lightning bolt on his chest, and was a little disappointed he wasn't as hot as she would expect a super to be, but he seemed rather pleasant; she liked him.

"Hey there, Red!" the boy said playfully teasing her with a megawatt grin. "So, you're the quad-zero. I'm Impulse, nice to meet you!" he said sticking out his hand. Lyra nervously shook his hand before looking to Harry.

"Welcome to Mount Justice, home of the Young Justice – the teen division of the Justice League!" Harry said smirking smugly. "I figured that they would be the best people for an adorable hero-girl like you; maybe you'll make some great new friends here?" he said as Lyra's mouth dropped open as Superboy, Miss. Martian, and Nightwing came out of a side hall, and she could almost feel herself drooling while looking over all three of them they were that fit.

However, it was quite intimidating. Lyra might be quite out of the loop, but even she knew them, but then she had a strange thought because she had never heard anyone talk about people like them before in the Magical World.

It was just Miss. Martian smiling, though she had this guarded and cold glint to her eyes. It was like she had seen so much she could barely handle it anymore these days. Lyra knew that feeling much too well; maybe she needed a cuddle, and it was with that thought that allowed her to smile back at the green skinned red-head, plus red-heads needed to stick together.

Superboy was just scowling at her, but at least Nightwing had a cool look, and didn't have that kind of hostility. Lyra moved a little wishing Impulse was taller so she could hide better as he was about her height, which was not that tall, but he did look a couple years younger than her, so that was understandable, and he had some years of growth yet. At least the fast kid was friendly, and Lyra hadn't heard of him before.

"Hey, don't worry about them two!" Impulse said moving from in front of her to her side in a blink. "Superboy's like that to everyone, and Nightwing has Batman for a mentor so you expect that kind of thing!"

"Umm… sure…"

"So, she's new meat," Superboy grumbled looking her over with a scowl.

"Connor!" Miss. Martian said coldly, and he grimaced at the reprimand, but she turned a smile on Lyra. "I'm M'gann, this is Connor, and -," she paused as Nightwing gave her a look, "Nightwing; nice to meet you," she said happily shaking Lyra's hand.

"I'm L-Lyra Avalon," she introduced herself shyly, but she felt good using her new name for the first time to introduce herself as she thought happily: 'I have a real family'.

"She doesn't look like much…" Connor said as if he hadn't been interrupted. "She's really scrawny and…"

Harry smirked and whispered some to Lyra that Superboy didn't have a thought to listen into.

"Umm… but what about…?" Lyra mumbled worriedly while looking her brother over.

"There's a 'cyber-ward' that will leave you fine," Harry replied as Lyra looked uncertain but pulled out her wand and pointed it as Superboy.

The Boy-of-Steel laughed. "What are you going to do with a stick?"

"Bombarder…!" she called out, her voice surprisingly ringing with confidence this time as magic was something, she was confident in.

The white ripple of light blast out of the tip of Lyra's wand and smashed Superboy straight in the red S of his shirt, causing him to cry out in pain as he was blasted off his feet and his back crashed into the far wall knocking down some plaster. Superboy grimaced and grit his teeth as he was actually hurting, and the S had been torn off leaving a huge bruise on his chest to his growing horror.

"Derigesco…!"

Lyra finished off, and in a flash, blue shot from her wand and hit Superboy, and tinting him blue and freezing him solid, except it was obvious by how super-pissed he looked that he was conscious and aware of his surroundings. Lyra did not feel like she would want to reverse her spell any time soon, not without a Superman level hero ready to protect her.

Impulse whistled long and loud with a shit-eating grin. "Don't judge a book by its cover Connor, or you'll get… frozen," he laughed amusedly.

"Pretty good…"

They turned to see a girl wearing a leotard version of a black tuxedo with long silky black hair and a top hat with fishnets and black boots. "I'm Zatanna," she introduced herself with a grin as Lyra placed her wand away and shook her hand with her chest beating a mile a second and wondering whether she could die of exposure to too much hot. "Connor always seems to forget he isn't all powerful," she continued while laughing. "So, what's the deal with the cute little witch?" she asked looking to Lyra while the copper haired girls cheeks lit up more than possible. "I mean those… magicians have nothing to do with us while they're hiding away in their caves…"

"I'm glad you asked," Harry said with a grin. "Firstly, my worlds Hogwarts is run by CyberTech, so we need to prepare this one for cross-convergence," he said while they all nodded in understanding, but Lyra looked lost.

"I'll explain everything later," Zatanna said as she leaned over to Lyra as she was a bit further from the loop than them.

Harry smiled and nodded in gratitude. "Yes, thank you. As you may know Zatanna, Lyra has a lot of potential power at Hogwarts and with the Magical World, so she can help keep them from freaking out, but that is like several stages ahead of ourselves." Harry laughed while they watched as he gestured Connor, and after Zatanna mercifully freed him under a promise not to be a dick about it, though he still complained about his ruined shirt even as his wound healed, Harry continued. "I want you to help her learn magic. That will mean taking her to other magic using heroes too. She needs all the help she can get if her Hogwarts scores are anything to go by…"

"How did you get them…?" she asked with a small pouty sounding voice.

"Though, if it's anything like my world was the education is shit beyond shit," Harry continued and ignored Lyra's interruption.

"It's not that bad…" Lyra tried defending, but both Zatanna and Harry gave her this look, and as the look suggested she thought it over and slumped. "Okay, I can only defend half of my classes," she moaned sulkily.

"Whoa, your school must suck," Impulse couldn't help but interrupt teasingly.

"Yeah, you're right…" Lyra sighed shyly. "I mean ever since I started Hogwarts, I've had four different defence teachers! One shared his body with Voldemort and tried to kill me! One was an incompetent moron, and tried to erase my memory, which would have led to a girl's death. A giant snake bit me that year, and I almost died. If it weren't for the phoenix…

"The third… well he was pretty cool, except for that time he forgot to take his wolfsbane potion and could have ate me when he transformed during the full moon, and the last was a Death Eater in disguise, handed me over to my mortal enemy, who came back to life and tried to kill me. Then when I escaped and got back to the school…-"

"The fake teacher tried to kill you…" Nightwing couldn't help but answer.

Lyra was kind of on a frustrated roll. "I mean, thinking about it, school sucks. I chose as one of my electives, divination just because it was an easy class. I'm not a seer so I figured I would just fake it. It's quite amusing because our teacher is an idiot and as long as we 'predict' terrible horrors she's super happy. Oh, and let's not forget my evil potion teacher - incompetent and spiteful is all his names…" she sighed sadly shaking her head. "Okay… I guess I might need lessons."

"Well, I'm glad that's sorted," Zatanna said smirking playfully at Lyra. "I didn't want to have to go through the trouble of forcing you."

Harry laughed while Lyra gulped, and remembering that incompetent teacher reminded Harry to take a mental note to get a psychic near some at risk students. He could only hope that something different went on in this world and they were safe – Harry wasn't sure he would want to stop himself dealing with it personally this time, and him dealing with it would be a lot more dangerous than anything they could ever imagine.

"Okay, now Lyra's got that out of her system, Connor, you're to work on her lack of muscle," Harry said to the hybrid. "You can take shifts with Wonder Girl – but you hurt my sister and I will be forced to take a turn – training with you."

Connor gulped and nodded. "I guess I can help Wonder Girl, but do I have too to this…?"

"Yes," he answered before turning to Nightwing. "You're to start on teaching her to fight; use Impulse and Megan to work on her senses. Speeders and phasers can be mighty annoying. So, it's good training."

"W-why are you doing all this?" Lyra asked while looking more embarrassed and looking concerned. "N-not that I don't appreciate it… it's just… well, a lot of trouble just for me."

"Hey, you're an undertrained hero, Darling," Harry said with a shrug. "Your whole world has been holding you back, and I want you to have a chance to reach your own potential and further without just shoving technology and weapons on you."

"Well, thanks… but you do know…"

"Dumbledore will search for you," he agreed looking amused. "Just don't worry, Sis… you have the whole of the Young Justice League looking out for you; not to mention you'll get to hang with Zatanna here," he said giving an imitation of a magicians assistant for her while winking at Lyra while she blushed and bit her lower lip to keep the giggles in while Zatanna glared at anyone who cracked a smile, which was everyone.

"That joke is never funny!" she grumbled under her breath, but they all heard her and snickered or openly laughed.

"Well, one last thing, make sure she eats well, as she seems a little underfed, and with all the extra exercise she'll need the energy," Harry finished off. "Oh, and Zatanna, get her seen by a mage about… well, giving her a check-up, I'm sure she should be on some potions to fix whatever shite that world and her 'family' have done, and I would have my people look at her but my best doctors and equipment aren't on this world."

"Yeah, okay… I'll take her to this sorceress healer I know. She studied under my dad for a bit before going on to medical school, so she's a pretty good magical doctor, and if you want, I'll tell her you're looking for healers-?"

"Hey guys!"

Lyra was surprised as a beautiful girl who looked a little older than she was flew in from a huge open window and across the room. She had a slender yet muscular build with stunning blue eyes and blonde hair with unkempt bangs, and she was quite a bit taller than Lyra, though only two years older. Her hair was long, running down her back, and she was wearing a black headband. She wore a black sleeveless top that accentuates her nicely rounded bust with two stylized golden W's on it and a collar, which led Lyra to realising it resembled what Wonder Woman wore across her camisole. She had tight red leather trousers that stopped three quarters down her legs with two white stripes on the sides, and blue trainer shoes. She had a golden lasso on her left hip neatly wrapped and wide silver bracelets on her wrists.

Lyra gulped and hoped no one noticed her checking out another girl so much, but she couldn't help herself. The blonde was grinning as she threw what Lyra realised was her trunk to her feet with a crash, startling her out of her stupor.

"I'm guessing that stuffs all yours?" the blonde girl asked as she landed with them and Lyra gulped while blushing brightly and hugging her guitar and the box containing her new phone tightly while she nodded, and her heart was speeding up. "Well, I'm glad you're tidy," she continued. "I would have hated having to search your whole room for all your stuff, and I did have Seraph's help dealing with it all. I love Seraph, she's pretty cool. Anyway, I found a few books lying around, and this owl, but I let her out, Seraph said she'll find you. I just tipped the filth out of the cage onto the floor and dumped it in the trunk, but it was fairly clean so it should be okay.

"I hate such boring missions, so you seriously owe me," she said seemingly beginning a rant. "I mean, I did hit that… well, those cops said he was a man, but I'm still not convinced. I swear he was a mutant walrus. He was probably the leader of an advanced scouting party for mutant walrus' bent on taking over the world, but I suppose he could have just been a fat jerk!"

"Y-yeah, yeah… umm… the second one," Lyra stuttered out sheepishly. "Um… where's Harry gone…?" she asked looking around, but he wasn't there.

"Oh, he left," Nightwing said biting his lower lip. "You should get used to that sort of thing, even I didn't see him sneaking off. I think it's a mentor thing and they find some enjoyment in it. Anyway, this is Wonder Girl, Wonder Girl, this is… Mana, right?" he asked startling her.

Lyra nodded quickly. "Umm… yeah, but, umm… Lyra is fine, I mean, err, Lyra Avalon."

Wonder Girl grinned while her sky-blue eyes showed some playfulness. "Cassandra Sandsmark, but you can call me, Cassie if it suits you," she said as she gave Lyra a wink and heating Lyra's cheeks further.

"Since you're getting along so well," Zatanna startled them. "Cassie can show you to one of the spare rooms and set it up for you, and maybe help you set up your new phone since I know you've lived with those weirdo witches and wizards for so long, you'll need the help with everything technological."

"Sure," Cassie said with a grin as she picked up Lyra's trunk as if it was weightless. "This way," she said as she led Lyra up and through a side door and up some stairs.

"Thanks," Lyra said with an embarrassed smile.

"No probs, girl," she replied as she led her down another corridor until they came to a blank door, though a few they passed had LED name tags of girls Lyra didn't know yet. "I don't stay here much myself and if I do I normally just crash in with Zee, or one of the other girls to save myself the bother," she said as she typed away on the touch screen panel beside the door and Lyra's name appeared on the door in faded white lettering. "Here we are, just for you – but I can bunk in with you tonight, right?" she asked, surprising her new friend. "Zatanna never lets me share her bed, and I have to sneak in after she's already asleep, and none of the other girls are around, and I feel uncomfortable staying in their rooms without them around, and I don't need the responsibility for one of the other spare rooms."

"W-what about M'ga-an?" Lyra asked while trying to get the name right.

"She's fine with you calling her Megan, the Earth way," she replied with a soft laugh. "But, yeah, she wouldn't mind sharing," Cassie agreed sheepishly as she led Lyra into the room. "But she's more interested in sharing with a certain Superboy than any of her girl friends, if you get my meaning."

"Oh," Lyra said while her cheeks lit up and heat the room. She didn't know what to say to that as Cassie took her trunk to the walk-in closet and slid it inside. The room was maybe half as big as the one she shared at Hogwarts with her classmates, but only had one huge modern bed freshly made with creamy sheets and up against the wall and facing, but off-centre from the door, and it had a huge flat TV on the wall opposite the bed, and a large desk under the massive window that looked out on a white sandy beach as the sun was setting in the far wall with large window ledge with a nice comfortable looking gaming chair, and then last was the door that led into the bathroom.

"So, I can spend the night, right?" Cassie asked again, starling Lyra. "I mean, I have been flying around all day, and then I had to go to England and bring you your things, and all that flying, my arms sure are tired."

Lyra rolled her eyes at the lame joke while Cassie was giggling, but she nodded her head. "Okay, you can stay, but no hogging the covers; my friend Gwen does that when I've slept over her house," she said as she placed her phone down on the bed with her guitar.

"Awesome!" Cassie said giving Lyra an unexpected hug, which made the red head feel like jelly, but it was soon over. "Anyway, can you actually play that?" she asked while gesturing Lyra's guitar. "I'm kind of anti-gifted musically -."

"She means, she's tone death!" Zatanna interrupted from where she stood at the open door, which caused Cassie to pout. "And she does hog the covers, but don't worry, you'll probably not notice as she'll end up wrapped around you like you're a body pillow or something."

"No backsies!" Cassie quickly said while Lyra was blushing harder than before and wondered how much teasing she would receive if she fainted, but she chose not to find out.

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, Lyra," Zatanna said with an understanding smile. "If Cassie hasn't cuddled you to death by morning," she said teasingly. "That we'll be going out in the morning to get you seen by my healer, and then we'll do some clothes shopping, and you can get a new guitar if you want?"

Lyra looked hopeful for a moment before deflating. "I can't afford all of that."

"That is why, Seraph is picking us up in the morning," Zatanna said with a smirk. "She's only free until about two in the afternoon, but your brother insists on getting you whatever you need, or want, and with pockets as deep as his-," she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive fashion.

"Can I come too?" Cassie asked hopefully. "We can have lunch out at the mall."

"Well, I did assume you would want to tag along," Zatanna said with a roll of her eyes. "I'll see if I've got some civilian clothes that will fit you – in fact, I think you probably have some clothes you left in my room; just don't keep Lyra up all night," she said before turning to Lyra. "And don't keep Cassie up all night either. I do not need to drag two zombies around the mall tomorrow."

"O-of course," Lyra said sheepishly embarrassed as that described her without enough sleep perfectly, and by the look on Cassie's face, she was the same.

To Be Continued…