-2 1/2 years later-
The village of Crovie, Abeenshire in the Scottish beach fronts were extremely lively on a windy spring afternoon. It was a busy day for the people in the afternoon rush hour. The sun was peaking from behind extremely white clouds, as the blue sky shown in jagged or smoothed cracks in the white slate of clouds.
The people were scrambling to jobs, hobbies, meetings, deadlines, and commitments. But none were more busy than the Daily Planet, a local newspaper that was the most trusted source of news and media in the isolated community. A strange on going for the past few years has been hot on everyone's minds. Some were scared, others were embracing, it was so different.
A strange being in the sky somehow knew when one was in trouble, and swooped down with breathtaking speed and quickly saved and/or helped the person in distress. No one knew who the strange being was, or where he came from. They were sure it was a godlike being, but none were sure.
The pastors at the Christian Fellowship of Crovie researched their bibles for any hints of an angel coming down to warn them of the coming end times. The book of Revelations was popular among the Christian community as they searched for an answer as to what God had sent to them. A younger man at the church named Jimmy Olsen looked in the book of Daniel, and found chapter 12 verse 1;
At that time, Michael shall stand up, The great prince who stands watch over the sons of your people and there shall be a time of trouble, Such as never was since there was a nation, Even to that time. And at that time, your people shall be delivered, Every one who is found written in the book.
The people quickly adopted this despite the pastors' skeptical response.
Some however, thought that this mysterious man had only but received a gift from God, that they did not see this man as a god, but as a guardian. Some thought him to be the anti-christ in disguise using governmental technology to make himself seem godlike.
This news had reached the wizarding ministry in no time. The Auror department listening to witnesses that they knew to be magical in the area. Most were living a good distance from the quiet village, but knew enough to know what was magical and what was not in the distant village.
Head Auror Dawlish handed the case off to his colleagues who then handed to junior Aurors as their first case. Well, their first case that didn't involve Death Eaters.
Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley rather enjoyed the quiet of Madam Malkins as they browsed for dresses.
"What about this one Hermione?" Ginny asked her dear friend.
Hermione looked at the light blue dress she was holding, it was nothing too stylish, but it did look good next to Ginny. She thought for a moment, then decided that she would look better if there were no sleeves.
"I like most of it," she replied, "I just think you may need a sleeveless top, and something a little less puffy on the bottom."
Ginny looked at the dress again, she had to agree with Hermione. "Yes, I think you're right," she said, "I think I might look better in something darker, don't you think?"
The two women talked all afternoon as they browsed dresses. Hermione was thinking of bringing up the subject she had been dreading talking with Ginny. The subject of Ginny's close friend, and Hermione's confident for seven years before his mysterious disappearance. But seeing Ginny in such a good mood brought her back to when he first left and the nervous wreck she had become afterwards, so she put if off until later. It became a habit of hers to clear her mind of the topic whenever they were together and they were in a good mood, Hermione didn't want to be the one to ruin.
When they left, Ginny bought them both mugs of Butterbeer, despite Hermione offering to pay her own, and they began to talk about the reason why they were even shopping for dresses.
"So," Ginny began, "how did my blubbering brother convince you to marry him?"
"Ginny, you know very well how much I've cared for him for so many years," Hermione answered, "It didn't even take me a second to say yes."
"If he's what you want," Ginny snorted, "I can't wait to see how he handles your kids."
"I promised him that if there's a boy, he gets to pick the name, and I get to name the girl," Hermione said giving Ginny a look.
Ginny couldn't contain her laughter. "Hermione, you're going to be a Weasley, Weasleys don't have daughters, or if they do, there's going to be a long line of boys to come first."
Hermione couldn't help but let some laughs slip out, she had a point. "That doesn't mean that I won't be a happy mother, you of all people should know that considering who your mother is."
"Touche," Ginny replied.
"So enough about me," Hermione went on, "what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Oh come on Ginny, when are you going to find a man?" Hermione finally asked. She had out it off for so long, now she gave Ginny what she needed.
Ginny looked at her drink, "Hermione, we know where this is going."
"Ginny, you say you're moving on, but are you really?"
"Yes," Ginny looked at her with her lips pursed, "I am actually, things like this take time."
"Ginny, it's been well over two years."
"Hermione, I don't want to talk about that git! He made his choice, he left! He doesn't want anything to do with me or any of us again!" Ginny burst out with tears starting to pour.
Hermione realized what she had done, so she put an arm around her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and whispered, "I'm sorry Ginny. I didn't know how much was being held up. I'm so sorry."
Ginny sniffed, "It's alright Hermione. I really loved him, I did. I just can't believe still that he would leave like that. Would it sound crazy if I said that despite me moving on, I'm still missing him?"
"Not at all, there's not a day that goes by I don't miss him."
Ron Weasley sat at his desk signing off a second wave of trial papers. 'They've been in Azkaban for over a year and they just now decide to give them trial?' Ron Weasley thought as he signed approval for the Malfoy trial. Despite what had been said about him, Ron tried to do his job the way an old friend of his would, let them speak for themselves, then decide whether or not they should be trusted. Just thinking about it was enough to give Ron a pain in his chest.
Harry was his ride or die. He couldn't imagine a life without him, he kept him grounded. But even now, two and half years later, he still couldn't believe that he was really gone. If only he would've woken himself up earlier, Harry would never have been taken to St Mungos, and he would never had disappeared. Oh the pain it brought to him now.
A knock on the door brought Ron back to the present. He looked at his watch and thought, 'Something must have happened, there's no meetings or any other paperwork, the only other conclusion is that something's up. The Death Eaters are all locked up, I hope they haven't broken out.'
"Come in," Ron said despite his heavy workload.
Senior Auror Gawain Robards appeared with a file. "Weasley, there's something I think you ought to see," he said as he handed Ron the portfolio.
"This isn't another death is it?" Ron asked worriedly.
"No," Robards replied, "More of investigating the quiet."
"'Investigating the quiet' I'm not sure I understand," Ron replied.
"Some rumors stirring up about some guardian in an old beached village in Scotland," Robards explained, "It's all there in that file, we've questioned some old families from the area, they live a good distance away from the village, but know what's magic and what's not. I want to know what rogue wizard thought it was smart to blast their magic around muggles. I expect a report in two weeks Weasley."
"Two weeks?!" Ron looked at his boss.
"Yes, two weeks," Robards replied, "unless you'd like to spend this summer in the unemployment line."
Ron sighed and watched his boss leave his office. He lifted his hand but only one finger was up while the others remained down (use your imagination).
He flipped open the file and read the testimonies given. A strange man in the sky? Powers unlike anything they've seen? Protecting muggles from danger? Speed faster than any broom? What kind of person was this and why was the Ministry so interested? Ron thought about this for a moment, and his old friend flashed in his mind.
That's when he saw a picture paper clipped to the papers, and in it he saw... no... it couldn't be... could it?... a lightning shaped symbol drawn on the wall of a church. The symbol looked vaguely familiar... could it possibly be?... was it?... it looked so much like Harry's lightning shaped scar. He tried to keep his hopes down, but he couldn't help but wonder if this mysterious person was his old friend that disappeared off the face of the Earth.
The Burrow was never so full of life that following weekend. The weekly family dinner at the Weasley residence was always a time for celebrations, joy, and family comfort. This was not the case for Ron Weasley however, he felt anything but joy, he felt anxiety, confusion, and pain as he thought of his old friend. His fiance, Hermione, was more than thrilled to see her soon-to-be family. Hermione loved spending time with the Weasleys. Even though she had found her parents and restored their memories, the Weasley family still held a special place for her. The sheer amount of love the group of people shared for each other was incredible. This would be the one week of the month that Neville would be there, and so he would for the first time, be bringing his girlfriend, Hannah Abbott.
There was sure to be excitement for everyone, that is of course, except for Ronald Bilius Weasley. When Ron opened the door of his childhood home, immediately, he was enveloped by the scent of his mother's cooking and her bone crushing hugs.
"RON!" Molly Weasley exclaimed as she enveloped her youngest son, "My little boy! Oh how I've missed you!"
"Even with Ginny here, Ron still can't help but be babied by his mum," George smirked from across the room leaning against the fireplace.
"Shut up George," Ron replied returning the smirk.
George continued the smirk, then raised his glass off Butterbeer to his lips and reengaged himself in the conversation he was having with his brothers.
Ron wasted no time in looking for his father, desperate to tell him what the Auror Department had left him with. "Hey mum, it's great to see you, but do you know where dad is?"
Molly gave him a look, worried that something had gone wrong. "Yes, he's upstairs searching for one of his muggle things," she said, trying to maintain a straight voice.
Sensing her discomfort, Ron assured, "Everthing is fine mum, it's just...guy stuff. Some advice on married life."
Molly relaxed a little, yet her motherly instincts were telling her that something was bothering her youngest son. She let this blow off as something he needed his father for, and would ask Arthur later.
Ron walked past his brothers and his sister, and found his father in the attic. Years of collecting muggle objects, the shed was getting a little crowded, despite the many expansion charms in place. He saw his father hunched over, digging through a chest.
"Hey dad," Ron called, pulling his father from his self claimed chore.
"Hello Ron," Arthur said in a cheery voice as he stood up.
"What are you looking for?"
"I remember I used to have something from this company called Sonny, and they made this thing called the Manwalker, and I am so desperate to find it."
"They're called Sony, and it's called a Walkman. Mione showed me one three weeks ago. You use them to listen to music."
"Ah yes, you're right. Well then, I sense you didn't come up here to talk about muggle artifacts, what's on your mind son? I don't need to give you the talk again, do I?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Ron replied through his father's laughter, "I needed to talk to you about something, something that I don't think anyone else should know about. If mum, Ginny or Mione knew, they would lose their heads!"
Arthur saw that this was a serious topic, and dreaded what he was about to learn. "Alright son, let's hear it."
Ron took a bit of parchment and a photograph out of his coat pocket. "I got these from Dawlish today, there's something going on in Scotland."
Arthur took the parchment and picture and pulled his reading glasses out of his pocket. He read the reports and the testimonies, then got a look at the photograph. He gasped, "Ron, do you think that-"
Ron nodded, "That's what I'm afraid of."
"After all this time," his dad continued in a shaky breath, "he's been hiding away in the Scottish beachfront mountains? I wonder what he made of himself there."
"Looks like he's still the same Samaritan he was when he left," Ron answered as he sat down on a closed chest. "I just wish he would've at least let us know what he's been doing."
"But Ron, look, these wizards are wondering who it could be, and who could possibly have that kind of power," he paused for a moment, "what was Harry's mental state before you three got to Hogwarts and took down Riddle?"
Ron looked at his father, "You think he's gone insane?"
"No," Arthur replied, "I think he's become more powerful each time he acts, if anything, he seems to be much different than the Harry we knew."
Ron thought for a moment. "He was determined to find out where those Horcruxes where and what they could be. When he wasn't doing that, he was watching out for me and Mione. When he wasn't doing that, he was watching Ginny on the Marauder's Map. You don't think this has got anything to do with Ginny, do you?"
"No," Arthur responded, "I think he didn't mean for us to find this. Wherever he's been, he's gotten stronger, and I fear it could have corrupted him."
"Dad, he was saving people, something is up with him, and he most certainly wasn't corrupted by his power if he's helping people."
"I suppose you're right," Arthur heaved a sigh, "We must try to get in contact with him. Be careful what you say to the family, especially your mother and sister. I don't know how your brothers will react, but I think they will not be happy to hear about the man who upset your sister."
"What about Mione? or Neville?" Ron asked.
"I think Hermione will handle it fairly well, as for Neville, I'm not sure. We might be able to tell Hermione though. I'll talk with Kingsley tomorrow, for now, keep that in your coat, and let us enjoy our family, well, the family that's here anyways," Arthur answered. He put his glasses away, and then walked downstairs to his wife and children.
A/N:
Another chapter! I am a little upset that I haven't had many reviews for this, but I shouldn't be too greedy with my work.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you have noticed, yes this is a crossover with Man of Steel (2013) because I love that movie! Please leave a review!