August 10th, AD 1991

"Harry!" Dick's voice called down from the foot of the stairwell leading to his bedroom.

Harry leaped from his bed and ran down the hall to see his adopted brother.

"By Jove, Master Dick," Alfred scolded as Harry got to the top of the stairs, "You know better than to yell through the house."

"Sorry, Alfred," Dick apologized. Looking up at Harry he grinned, "Hey, Wingless, are you busy?"

"No," Harry replied.

"Great. Then let's go!" The elder boy said as he grabbed Harry's wrist.

"Wait, Dick, where are we going?" Harry protested.

Dick paused, "does it really matter?"

"Well, um…"

"Precisely it doesn't, so come on."

Dick resumed dragging Harry through the front door to where his motorcycle was parked. Tossing a helmet to Harry, Dick told him to climb on, which Harry obediently did although in a slight daze of confusion.

Dick sped out of the circular driveway away from the manor and towards the city. The late morning beat down causing a slight mirage to rise from the pavement as the two boys sped down Gotham's freeway. Harry smiled as the air whipped his clothes and skin as they passed the other vehicles. This was only his second time riding behind Dick on his bike, but he loved it.

"It's like flying!" he said when Dick pulled into a parking spot in a parking structure.

"It almost is." Dick laughed as he rubbed Harry's hair, "that's why I ride it, buddy."

"I had a dream once about a flying motorcycle." Harry confessed sheepishly as they walked away from the bike.

"Now wouldn't that be something."

"I know it's stupid, but it's just something I dreamed."

"Who knows, Wingless, maybe after you're done with wizard school, you can come home and cast a spell on my bike to make it fly." Dick laughed and Harry felt himself smile as his adopted brother walked him to the escalator. Harry realized he had not been paying attention to where Dick was taking him, and he now looked around trying to catch his bearings.

"Where are we?"

"You'll see soon enough."

They rode the escalator up along with a group of other people heading both up and down the automated staircase. The people going down, all held shopping bags and Harry recognized his location.

"We're at the Mall!" Harry said excitedly.

"Yep. Come on!"

They walked quickly down the halls of the Gotham Mall until Harry saw Tim, Damian, Barbra, and Jason all standing outside of the arcade. He waved eagerly to them and Barbra waved back with that big smile that only she could give.

"You guys are here too?" He said excitedly, "why?"

"Well, it's not everyday that your youngest brother finds out he's a wizard, Harry." Said Dick.

"So, we decided to celebrate," Barbra added, "and what better place than an arcade?"

"Really?" Harry said, flabbergasted, "you want to celebrate that?" The whole concept seemed incredulous.

"Really, really." Tim said.

"Come on, Harry," Jason said grabbing his shoulder, "let's go play Air-Hockey."

Harry lost track of time in the arcade. The bright colored lights and sounds of the games inundated his senses. He beat Jason in Air-Hockey, and defended his title against Damian, but lost it to Barbra. Jason and Damian were busy shooting aliens, so he left Dick and Barbra the Air-Hockey table and took up the Drag-Racing game. He lost count of how many different games he played, with his family or by himself. They all gathered around the Just Dance game and tested each other's skills in a round robin tournament. After Tim surprised everyone as the family's dance champion Barbra put an end to the gaming.

"I don't know about you boys, but I'm famished."

The mention of food caught everyone's attention. Variations of "me too" echoed from the boys and they made their way to the food court, where unsurprisingly, no one could agree on a food.

Damian was set on Chinese food, where Tim begged for Pizza. Jason told everyone they could all suck it, because he did not care what they all did, he was going to eat tacos. Miraculously, Dick managed to get everyone to stop bickering just long enough to ask Harry his preference.

"Um…" Harry scoured the Food Court, "how about Blimpie's?"

"But—"

"Shut up, Demon Spawn," Barbra interrupted Damian's complaint, "It's Harry's choice so, sub-sandwiches it is. Period."

After lunch they all agreed to see a movie. Following the late matinee, the makeshift family stood outside of the Mr. Slushy back in the Food Court.

"Erm… Thanks, everybody, for today." Harry said, "I really had fun."

"Of course, buddy!" Barbra said, "but you should especially thank Dick, it was his idea."

"Thanks, Dick."

"No sweat, Harry. We just wanted to make sure you knew that we don't care about you being a wizard or anything like that. You're still a part of the family no matter what, and I mean that."

Harry hugged Dick around the waist. All doubts he had been harboring about his status with his adopted brothers was wiped away and he realized that he truly had a family of his own. A motley and dysfunctional family, but his family, nonetheless. Barbra stepped in and hugged him from behind and she was soon followed by the rest thus forming a family group hug in the middle of the mall.

"Thank you, guys," Harry mumbled to the group around him, "thank you."

The roar of an engine broke the silence of the underground cavern. Nightwing, Red Robin, and Batgirl were all reclining against the tables and shelves which decorated the vast space of the Batcave. All three youths rose erect in expectation. Red Robin sighed as he recognized the particular engine. Nightwing stiffened and looked pointedly at Batgirl, who combed her fingers through her red hair which she tossed behind her.

Red Hood parked his motorcycle alongside Nightwing's. Setting his namesake on the seat, he made his way up to the bay where the others waited.

"Can't even be on time to his own party?" The gunslinger spat.

His comment failed to garner a reply. Stomping over next to Batgirl he casually leaned against the giant computer.

Silence hung around the gathered vigilantes, none of them daring to break it until for the second time that night thundering of an engine reverberated through the cave. As the Batmobile came to a halt and the dynamic duo stepped out, those who were gathered stood to attention. The Batman stalked over to his chair.

"Everyone's here. Good." His gravelly voice said as he took his seat. Turning to face the large screens, he quickly pulled up a file labeled, Case File 2259832. Providing the required password to open the file, Batman produced a holographic image of a castle, a satellite image of a Scottish countryside, and various personnel profiles.

"That's Hogwarts?" Nightwing asked.

"This is it. The magical signature of the place is off the charts," Batman replied as he zoomed in on the hologram. A red line became visible against the computer blue. "This is the path I took from the front gate to the Headmaster's office. The rest of the castle is still a mystery. Like most heavily concentrated hubs of magic, Technology won't work. Any investigations made into Hogwarts will need to be done with feet on the ground and via inside intelligence."

"To what end, B?" Batgirl asked.

"The end will become apparent, Batgirl," the caped crusader answered. "Dumbledore is a man of secrets. From my brief interactions with him, it's evident that he prides himself on being one step ahead of everyone else; he's a man of secrets. Just what his motives or designs are, is still a mystery, but one that needs solved."

The other vigilantes exchanged glances. Batman turned his chair around to face his proteges.

"Batgirl, you and Red Robin will dig into magical news sources report anything that attracts your attention. Nightwing, you're going to take a few days after we drop Harry off in London and memorize the topography around Hogwarts. Red Hood," Batman gave the man in question a stern glare.

"You plan on giving me an assignment, or are you just going to stare at me?"

Batman turned his attention away from the rouge, "Never mind. I'll see to it myself." Standing, he stalked back over to the Batmobile, "Get back on patrol, everyone."