The Conference


It was certainly interesting to hear Harry's voice appear over the other end of that call, Tommy couldn't lie about it. He had just laid down, sadly alone, when his phone had started ringing.

A groan left his lips as he rolled over to look at his nightstand, begrudgingly reaching to grab the device. The light off the screen hurt his eyes, but he could faintly see the contact name. To say he had never answered a phone call so quickly upon discovering who it was, was an understatement.

"Hello? Harry?" he asked, sleep heavy in his voice.

"H-hey, Tommy…" the teen's nervous greeting came through. "Before you say anything, I already know you're probably pissed beyond belief at me for what I did. Just, give me a minute. I can't talk long, you're, you're not busy are you?"

"No, no, I'm free to talk pal. Where are you? Everybody's worried sick about you," Tommy sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes.

"I can't say right now. That's partially why I called. I can't call Ollie or anyone else. You're the only one I could think of calling that wouldn't yell right away."

"Oh, trust me kiddo, I'm trying my best to not tell you off."

"Yeah…" Harry sighed weakly. "I figured you were. How, how is everyone?"

"Where to start? Moira and Walter hired a bunch of private investigators to find you, they're worried that something might happen to you, considering everything that went down. Oliver's pissed, barely even mentions you in a conversation right now. Actually scratch that, the only time I've heard him mention you in any conversation is if I bring you up, so it's safe to say Ollie's gonna kill you the next time he sees you. Laurel, well, she's Laurel… always trying to save the world, you know?"

He could hear the light chuckle, but something that he noticed was the exhaustion in the teen's voice, like he hadn't slept in days. "The Detective, I don't know, he's always had me at arms length so I couldn't tell you."

"Wh-what about Thea, is she okay?" Harry asked, his voice suddenly shaky.

"Hurt, devastated. Pick an adjective and it would fit. Oliver said she's barely been out of her room since you left."

"I, I didn't mean to hurt her. I had no choice. I had to protect her, Tommy. She almost died because of me."

"If you didn't mean to hurt her, maybe you should just come back and fix things," he suggested, with a slight hint of anger laced in it.

"I can't, not right now."

"Why not?"

"Harry, it's about time." came a voice in the background, with a heavy foreign accent, sounded almost Arabic.

"Uh, shit. Tommy, I'm gonna have to get going, but I need to tell you something first. Tell everyone I miss them, but… you know that club Oliver and I were planning on opening? I was supposed to be the manager, but, right now it doesn't seem like I'll be back in town by the time it opens, so I want you to be the manager."

"M-me? Harry, you're talking to the guy with hardly any work experience."

"Maybe not, but you are the one who knows Starling City's nightclubs better than anyone. You'll do fine. Look, I gotta go."

"I'm not done. Thea's like my sister, and what you put her through, I wanna kick your ass over it. You get a chance to come home and make things right, you do it, you understand?"

"Yeah, sure." Harry chuckled. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Tommy. Take care, buddy."

"You too…"


He missed Harry more than he could have ever thought he would. In the short amount of time that kid had been around, Tommy had developed an attachment, that was the one thing he could admit. For now, even though he hated to do it, he had to ignore his absence for the time being and focus on the people that were around.

Standing in the crowd at Oliver's press conference, it was astounding to see the work Oliver had put in. It was extraordinary. As Oliver stepped out onto the stage, Tommy finally managed to see the Oliver Queen that had been hiding in plain sight for so long. The big smile on Oliver's face was truly genuine as he waved to the crowds, making his way to the podium. It was a far cry from the playboy that had peed on a cop that one night, but it was something Tommy felt was long deserved.

He might have needed to be deserted on an island for five years, but it looked like Oliver had finally grown up. There was a slight tug at the ole' heartstrings, knowing that the drinking buddy he had for so long wouldn't be around as much, but maybe that was partially the reason Tommy had wanted to take the job as Verdant's manager in the first place. If Oliver had to grow up, why shouldn't he?

The conference itself was quite the spectacle, in typical Oliver Queen fashion. From the looks of it, there were news reporters from all across the country coming to see this presentation.

"It's something else, isn't it?" came a voice as Tommy looked back to catch a glimpse of Laurel walking up beside him.

"Hey! Yeah, never thought I'd see this day," he smiled.

"Me neither," Laurel sighed, and even though it was only a split second, Tommy could have sworn he saw just a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Good morning! How is everyone, today?" Oliver greeted as he got to the podium. "I'm sure you know who I am, but for those of you who don't, my name is Oliver Queen. My father, Robert, wanted me to love this company as much as he did, and while I might not show it, I do. He instilled a love for this company that nobody else could have. Dad, rest his soul, he made me see the good in the world, even when others couldn't. He believed that I could be a light for this city, and as I'm sure my mother and my best friends could tell you, I didn't think I could live up to his expectations, but I'm not the reason we're here today. I apologize for that, old habits kinda die hard," he laughed, gaining smiles from the crowd.

"It's been interesting readjusting to everything, especially since I've come to work with Queen Consolidated's R and D department. The work they're doing is beyond anything I could have imagined. If I didn't know any better, well, I'd say they were using magic in those labs."

Laurel sighed contentedly as she listened to Oliver's speech. She was proud to see Oliver like this, although part of her still saw the Oliver that took her sister on that yacht. She shook her head, getting the painful memory out of her head. If only her father hadn't hit that button today, she wouldn't be thinking like that.

"I'm not sure if these are outdated numbers or not, like I said, I'm not that great with numbers… but around 185,000 amputations are done a year just in the United States alone. Losing a limb is hard, harder than anyone could possibly think of. It's like going from an automatic vehicle to having to learn to use a stick, with an added handicap. Soldiers that come from war, can't give their kids a hug. The independence a person has, they can lose it. Well, we want to help them gain that back.

Suddenly, the audience fell silent as the new prosthetic arm was brought out. It looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie. The material looked like muscle, and as the showcase would make clear, it moved just like an actual arm would. Oliver had called out Curtis, who explained in simple terms how the prosthetic worked.

The conference went far better than Oliver could have hoped for as they showed off the first person that had the arm implemented. The arm worked just like a normal one, just with a minor strength upgrade.

"Now, I'm sure most of you are wondering what the cost would be. Well, truth be told, if it were any other group that made this, it's possible that it'd cost more than you would be able to afford. However, here at Queen Consolidated, we don't look at this as a way to make money. We're looking to help people regain their lives."

Queen Consolidated had made a ground-breaking step today... and Oliver Queen got to be a part of it.


Diggle stood among the crowd, clapping as the showcase ended, and looked towards his right to see a reporter in glasses that looked familiar. Stepping towards him, he couldn't believe who it was, laughing as he put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Clark Kent?"

"John?" Clark asked with a smile as he turned, hugging him.

"Hey man, what are you doing in Starling City?"

"Doing a report on the presentation."

"Report? You're a reporter now?"

Clark smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, it's a step up from being a waiter at a bar, that's for sure." He showed off the Daily Planet badge. "You out of the military now?"

"Been out for a couple years now, working as a bodyguard." Diggle explained, as Oliver walked down beside them.

"Hey Dig, just got a tex-" Oliver started, until he saw the rather built man beside him. "Oh, hi."

"Hello," Clark grinned, as Diggle turned to face Oliver.

"Oliver, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend of mine, Clark Kent. Clark, this is my boss, Oliver Queen." Oliver shook the reporter's hand cautiously as he looked him over.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Queen. The presentation was something else, really."

"Thanks," Oliver smiled as he let go of his hand. "So, reporter for the Daily Planet? You came all the way out here for our little conference, huh?"

"Little is an understatement, Mr. Queen."

"Please, Mr. Queen is my father, just call me Oliver."

Clark chuckled at that, and crossed his arms lightly. "This is above and beyond a little conference. You've got reporters from around the country coming out to see that prosthetic Oliver."

"Well, I'm honored, truly. Dig, how do you know Clark?"

Diggle lit up at this, patting Clark on the shoulder. "Guy saved my life. Just got out of the service, was traveling for a bit. I ended up in a bad car accident, Clark pulled me out of the car and got me to the hospital. After that he let me stay with him while I recovered. Once I was good to go, Clark traveled with me for a bit. Last I heard from him, he was going to Alaska."

Clark nodded. "Yeah, Alaska's nice and all but I missed the warmth Kansas has."

The reporter's eyes darted to Oliver's other hand which was holding the phone, and he could clearly see on the screen 'Downtown, guys in skull masks.' Clark shifted his glasses and looked back up to Oliver. "Anyway, John, it was great to see you. If you come by Metropolis make sure to come visit."

"You too man, I'll be sure to do that." Diggle shook Clark's hand and the three parted, Clark walking off with a slight smile on his face as he disappeared into the crowd within the blink of an eye, a slight whoosh sound following.

Oliver pulled Diggle to the side away from the conference and the reporters. "He seemed nice, might have been my imagination but something just don't sit right with me about him."

"Clark's awkward, but he's a good guy Oliver, anyway, what were you trying to say when you walked over?"

Oliver held up the phone to show the message. "Guys in masks are downtown. Let's go."


Well, guys. I know it's been a bit since I last updated, and yeah... I can imagine it's not gone how any of us might have expected. What with work, the pandemic, and some other things all piling together it's been kind of hard to be able to sit down for more than ten minutes at a time and write. I know that many, and boy do I mean MANY, wish to return to the days where I'd post chapters every other day, hell, I miss that time too. I used to be able to write so much at once and I miss that, I honestly truly do. However, life hits and it changes things. Things evolve, which is exactly what this story has done.

Now, you've probably heard some of the stuff I had in mind for the previous version of this story, and it was inferior to this version in nearly every way. To give you an idea of how the original story had gone through its course. Note, the course of six chapters in the original was a rougher plotline of the first two episodes of this story.

Ron would have had a bigger role, as he essentially ended up moving to Starling City, because Harry was supposed to get an apartment and Ron was gonna be his roommate. Ron would eventually find out Harry was the Red Arrow in this climatic event where Ron held a gun at the Red Arrow, and Harry would remove his hood. Hermione originally wasn't in the team in my original vision. Hermione was actually warned by Harry to stay away after Hedwig showed up at the Manor one day, and in an effort to keep her away, shot her in the leg, telling her to stay away. Neville would be a part of the team instead, and the overall vision was just drastically different and I understand why I stopped writing the original version and opted for a cleaned up rebooted version. In that version Harry didn't have Mirakuru, nor was he a part of the League. He didn't even have the Tatau, believe it or not. So back then the only thing special about Harry was that he could use a little bit of wandless magic and could fight with a bow and arrow. That was how special he was.

Just an example of how things were different compared to the ending fight of Episode One. Adam Hunt's men were fighting the Arrow and Red Arrow. Drakon wouldn't have been the bad he was. He was replaced by Fenrir Greyback, who ironically still makes an appearance in this version, but uh... we'll get back to that later. Harry would defeat Greyback, although Greyback would have escaped. Harry's hand would have been broken and had to fake a situation to keep his alibi.

Cho Chang was still the daughter of the Silver Monkey, and their plotline was very different than how this version had. Harry would have been seen going to his driver's test with Oliver and Tommy when Cho would have caused an attack in the middle of the street, the two would have made a distraction for Tommy so they could have snuck away and gotten into their suits, a minor fight would occur, and Harry would end up trying to figure out Cho's identity. He would have met up with Neville, who actually lives in Starling coincidentally (YES I WAS THAT BAD, I WAS TWELVE) after they had met at the welcome home bash Tommy arranged. Neville would have had fighting skills, training himself to no longer be the scared little kid he was at Hogwarts. He would have been with Luna Lovegood, and would join the team after helping Harry fight Cho off. Cho would die still, China White would have the grudge, you have the idea.

What I did keep was the base of this version. So, that was just a minor evolution with how that went.

This version, it's gone through an evolution of its own without changing the plot from the beginning. Episode Five. You know exactly what I'm talking about because I've kind of mentioned it before. It's where we jumped the shark from being a loose retelling of the show's events to suddenly having its own course away from the show. The name event, well... of course Laurel not being afraid of the Hood and Oliver not having to fight in the prison to save her. It was what set things in motion.

I was gonna follow that formula, but there is just so, so, so much potential with what we could with this universe I'm writing. I've had help from one of the readers of this story, and he's been a really big help this last year I've been writing this. DylantheDemon has seriously been the backbone to a lot of the ideas I've wrote down. So, while I might not have a whole lot to give you guys, I do want to let you know where we kinda stand.

The last month since I updated the previous chapter, Dylan and I have been working on getting this universe in order. The shows had the issue of not being able to use big figures like Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, or even just any character used in the movies because of whatever clause it was. That was why we weren't able to have Harley Quinn in Season 2 of Arrow when she should have been there, there was the deleted scene after all. It's why Deadshot was killed off in Arrow when the Suicide Squad movie was announced. It was also partially why they stopped using Deathstroke towards the end. The beautiful thing about fanfiction is, you don't have to hold back from those characters. You can reimagine them and make them into something you can call your own. It may not be to everyone's liking, and to be quite honest I'm not even sure whether or not I'll like how everything is by the end of this, but I'm going to write it as Dylan and I figure it out.

This universe, it starts with Harry Potter and Oliver Queen. It's a Harry Potter and Arrow crossover, but now it's a Harry Potter and DC crossover. Things are still getting bigger, as we've started Man of Steel: Dawn of Hope, the side story that tells the origin of Earth 1 Superman. It's on hiatus until we get everything in order, but we're working on it, don't you worry.

Here's where we're going. We're looking at this like it's a big project, with faces to the characters, and breathing fresh air into them. We're gonna make versions of the characters you know, love, hate, and we're going to give them a different spin. Which is why, I'm very proud to announce that the Devil Bat of Gotham (Batman) isn't just gonna have a cameo. He's gonna have his own story coming soon, called Shadows of Gotham.

I'll show you a little idea of what these updates to the universe are gonna be like, mostly starting with the character that pushed the Arrowverse into the vast multiverse. Yes, I'm talking about The Flash.

Remember, if you will... a couple years ago... I had a story on here, Legend of the Speedsters. STOP. If you know me, you know that name, for good reason. It was one of my most hated story, mostly because I was drawing out the origin of the Flash and his partner (I'll get there) because I was giving exposition and world building beforehand. It wasn't even connected to this story, but I had plans to connect it later on. Well, this story is a crossover between the Flash and MTV's Teen Wolf. It's coming back, with a vengeance. Legend of the Speedsters will be the expansion to this world that we need. Now, before you say anything, Arsenal, you have four stories right there... Arrow, Man of Steel, Shadows of Gotham, and now Legend of the Speedsters. That's a lot of writing to do, are you up to it? Quite frankly, no, I'm terrified, but I'm excited at the same time. See, this will be the world building. So, from Harry Potter and Arrow crossover to being a HP and DC crossover, to suddenly a HP/DC/Teen Wolf universe. I'm sure we can add more characters later on, but that's it for now.

Books in order currently:

1. Arrow: The Vigilantes of Darkness.

2. Man of Steel: Dawn of Hope

3. Shadows of Gotham

4. Legend of the Speedsters.

We have a lot wrote down, and I'd like to give you all a sneak peek at some of these stories.

So, what better to start off with, than our #2?


SNEAK PEEKS


MAN OF STEEL: DAWN OF HOPE.


"You are Kal-El of Krypton, I presume?" the man asked as Clark froze in his place, hardly able to contain his surprise. How did the man know his name? Nobody knew his true identity, not except for his own mother.

"Wh-what?" Clark asked, using his best pokerface.

"You don't need to hide. I am not with the ones in that ship. I know what you are, Kryptonian."

"How do you know that?"

"We met many years ago, you were just a teenager. I looked vastly different, but my voice should not have changed much," the man smiled, as the whites of his eyes began glowing red, soon overtaking the entirety of his pupils until all was red. Clark gulped, remembering that devilish glare anywhere.

"The Martian..."

"J'onn J'onzz, as I prefer to be called," the Martian smiled as he shapeshifted into his true form, and Clark's fists clenched tightly. "No, I don't wish to fight. Last we met, we were under far different circumstances."

Hesitantly, Clark loosened his fingers until the Martian pointed towards the house. "Care to take this inside, and have a friendly chat?"

"My mother wouldn't exactly take kindly to your appearance, J'onn, was it?"

"Then I suppose it's a good thing she left half an hour ago, isn't it?"

You're not gonna let me out of this are you?

No, I am not. We don't have a lot of time, as that ship is full of Kryptonians, looking for you.


SHADOWS OF GOTHAM


"Master Bruce, I don't think it's wise you leave the manor tonight. You are still healing, remember?" Alfred asked as Bruce slowly limped over to the workbench where his cowl sat prominently, the crack barely noticeable.

"I'll be fine, Alfred. I get going, and I'll be good in an hour or two."

"I understand that, given your peculiar circumstances, but Mr. Fox isn't going to be able to replace your cowl until sometime tomorrow. If you go out in that, you are going to be vulnerable. You were lucky to have only gotten a concussion from that gunshot. If you get shot again, the cowl won't be able to protect you."

"I'll just have to move quicker, then, won't I?" Bruce smirked, as he heard his friend sigh in disappointment.

"Well, if you do go out, Commissioner Gordon left a message for you. There's been a murder in the Coventry District. Two people dead, their faces cut off."

"Sounds like Black Mask and Victor Zsasz. How long ago was this?"

"About an hour. He mentioned that the crime scene was already being processed, but figured you might be able to find something they couldn't."

Alfred stepped in front of Bruce holding a gauze pad. "Not before I swap your bandages, you're not."


LEGEND OF THE SPEEDSTERS


Now, imagine this. What Stiles found in front of him was something no kid ever expects to happen, their father being held by a man that seemed to be a blur, but just clear enough to know that it was a man, wearing a dark yellow suit... with eyes that had this demonic red glow to them.

"Hello Stiles... recognize me? Of course not..."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, and the man smiled, which gave Stiles the creeps more than anything, and the man then let go of his father. "What do you want?"

"What every man dreams of, furthering himself and the rest of the world. But my methods are a little different..."

"St-stiles... go!" Stilinski coughed out as the man in yellow squeezed tighter.

"What do you want with us?"

"It's not him or her I want to deal with kid, it's you. It's always been you. It's your fault that this is about to happen... Flash." he hissed, and Stiles flinched at the mention of him being called Flash. It sounded oddly fitting, but he didn't know why.

"Don't touch him." Stilinski growled, and the man in yellow pushed his hand into Stilinski's throat ever so slightly, making the officer shut up immediately.

"I wasn't planning on laying a single finger on him Noah. Oh, did you not think I knew who you were. I know who you are Noah... I know your son's name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but you call him Stiles because it's a family name... I also know about your father, Elias Stilinski, and how he's a dementia victim at a nursing home. I know a lot of things about your family Noah... but you are not the one I'm concerned with. I'm concerned with your son, and what he'll become later in his life." Stiles was stunned, unable to say a word, but he went to move towards his mother, and even though the man in yellow had to be at least about twenty foot away, he was in front of him within a second, with Stilinski still in the air by the throat. "Where do you think you're going Mieczyslaw? I'm not finished talking."

"Let him go." Stiles pleaded, and the man in yellow nodded, dropping the officer to the ground. The man in yellow knelt down in front of him, grabbing Stiles and the next thing Stiles knew was that he was upstairs.

"It's only because I can't kill you that I don't put an end to that tiny spark that everyone calls that untapped potential... and because as an enemy, I respect you. You don't understand this now, but this is the start of your destiny Stiles... and like all origin stories, it begins with the death of a loved one. This death is on you... Flash."


Now, what does this mean for the world of this universe? It means, it's just gotten bigger, and I can't wait to show you guys everything. Just know, everything is being worked on, everything will be gotten in order, then we will get the chapters flowing, alright? Sorry for the delay, I know it's been a long time but we're getting there. It's time for this world to get a bit bigger.

I will have another update within the next few days, I've got some time to write finally and get some things caught up. I wanna get done with this episode in the next couple chapters, but we'll see how it goes. The length will be longer as well next time.