It again took me longer to write this as planned, but at least we are now at the point that I think every reader had been waiting for: Batman finally entering the world of Harry Potter.

It was very early in the morning, the sun was about to rise and Batman and Robin had just returned from their nightly patrol through Gotham. "So when are we going to leave England," Tim asked his mentor excitedly.

Before Bruce could answer an alarm went off. "What's going on," he asked Alfred instead.

"The Bat-Signal, sir," answered the butler, pointing at the main monitor of the Bat-Computer. "There seems to be some kind of emergency."

Bruce groaned. He had already removed his mask, cape and gloves, and was about to get out of his boots. "You'll stay here, I'll call you if I need you," he ordered Tim, getting back into his costume and off he was.

It wasn't often that the Batmobile drove through the streets of Gotham in daylight, but since it was still summer, the sun rose very early and so it was already very bright when Bruce reached the GCPD headquarters close to 6 am in the morning. He used his normal way up and was surprised to not find Jim Gordon up on the roof, but Secretary Otway. "Where's the Commissioner," he asked in a growling deep, nearly threatening voice.

In that very moment Gordon shot through the door. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Good question," said Batman and stared at Otway. "I hope something important happened." Otway nodded as an answer and then turned to Gordon. "Leave this to me Jim," said Batman still in a visibly angry mood.

At first it looked like Gordon was about to argue before he thought the better of it and left, but not without telling Otway off for using the Bat-Signal without permission. He didn't even ask for her name or how she got onto the roof of police headquarters, but Batman knew that the Commissioner would start an inquiry about both those things, an inquiry that would answer nothing. Just before he left, Jim gave Batman a look that told him, that they would have to have a discussion later.

"Now, I got important information from London," Otway told the Dark Knight. "Last evening, well, afternoon for us, Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley Dursley got attacked."

"By whom," Batman asked, even though he thought that he already knew the answer to this question.

"I don't know. According to rumours two Dementors."

"Two what?"

"Dementors, foul creatures who feed of the fear and despair of human beings by bringing somebody's worst memories to the forefront of their mind, making it so that the negative emotion those memories cause is all you can feel – it's like all good gets sucked out of you," she explained with a shudder running through her body.

Even Batman had to gulp. He didn't wish to ever meet a creature like that. He knew what effect Scarecrow's fear toxin had on him and this sounded even worse. "How do you defeat them," he asked.

"You don't. Very powerful wizards can created a Patronus, a kind of shield out of pure good energy, fuelled by your most precious happy emotion. A Patronus, if powerful enough, can scare the Dementors away, but there's no way to actually destroy them."

"Do you people not keep watch on them," Batman asked angrily.

"Oh yes we do. Here in the US we try to keep them as far away from humans as possible, but it's nearly impossible to prevent any human contact. And up until a few years ago we used them as prison guards for wizard prisons, but it was deemed too inhuman to the prisoners and hence the MACUSA forbid it. Our British friends on the other hand still use their Dementors in such a manner," explained the Secretary further.

Now Batman was surprised. "Do I understand this correctly; British Dementors work for the British magical government," he asked.

Otway nodded. "Oh yes, and up until now they were the only ones able to control them."

"Up until now?"

"During the Wizarding War You-Know-Who managed to get most of the Dementors on his side, and since he has returned he might already have began to rally his old non-human allies behind him."

Batman nodded slowly. While that was certainly a possibility, he wasn't going to ignore the other possibility, and that was that the Ministry itself send those Dementors after Harry. But why would they do that? "What exactly happened," he asked.

Otway shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that in order to defend himself and his cousin, Potter used a Patronus charm, rumour has it a corporal one, which is the most powerful version, very advanced for a fifteen year old. Anyway, as you probably know out of your previous encounters with our kind, well, we have certain laws against use of magic in public in order to prevent No-Majs from discovering our existence."

"And Britain has the same laws, I guess," Batman interrupted.

Otway nodded. "Yes. It's called the International Statue of Secrecy, signed by all magical nations. Some follow it more strictly than others but in the end it all comes to down to us hiding ourselves from your kind," she said. "Anyway, Potter used magic in public, as a minor. According to British law, a minor is only allowed to use magic while at Hogwarts and nowhere else, as long as there's no case of emergency. The same goes for use of magic in front of a No-Maj."

Batman frowned. "But wasn't this a case of emergency, and didn't his cousin already knew that he's a wizard anyway?"

"Oh yes, but the Ministry is denying that the Dementors were even there and they don't care that the Dursley boy already knew about the magical abilities of his cousin beforehand. They want to use this as an excuse to punish Potter, especially since this is already the third time something like this happened."

"Third time," Batman asked bewildered. "The way you people try to keep out of the limelight I would've assumed that government acting earlier."

"You're both right and wrong. We have a three-strikes-law over here, but in Britain they got a two-strikes-law."

"Then why didn't the Ministry acted earlier?"

"The second time a dangerous criminal, Sirius Black, a follower of You-Know-Who, had just escaped from Azkaban, the British wizard prison, and the Ministry thought he was going to go after Potter, since the boy was responsible for the downfall of his master. They were right, Black managed to infiltrate Hogwarts more than once, before finally being captured and then escaping again. He has been in hiding ever since. Maybe that's the reason why Fudge is even bothering with a hearing on this matter, since he normally would only go the short-route and simply expel Potter from Hogwarts, which would results in the boy never to be allowed to use magic again."

Batman nodded slowly and rubbed his chin before asking, "Who do you think send the Dementors?"

"You-Know-Who of course. I mean, Fudge might be an idiot and will go very far to reach his political goals but putting two boys in danger, plus some other No-Majs? No way he'd be that desperate."

The Dark Knight nodded slowly while listening. He had reached a different conclusion but he kept his thoughts to himself for now. "You said a hearing is going to take place?"

"Yes, on August 12th at the Ministry. Potter is supposed to stay put at his aunt and uncle's house until then."

Batman nodded again and then thanked the Secretary for the update, before disappearing again. As he drove back to the Bat-Cave, the Batmobil clearly was the most outstanding vehicle in the early morning traffic.

It had been four days since the meeting on the roof top of the police headquarters in Gotham and three days since Bruce and Tim flew overseas to England in hopes of getting into contact with the Order of the Phoenix. They had set up camp in Little Whining and installed surveillance equipment at Privet Drive No. 4 in order to pick up if any member of the Order would try to contact Harry. But until now they hadn't had any luck. Sitting in a motel room only a few streets away, Bruce and Robin sat there and listened to what was going on in the Dursley's home. A bug they had managed to place in Harry's room had told them that he hadn't had any contact with the Order, in fact he seemed to be angry that nobody was contacting him or answering his tries to contact them.

This evening the Dursleys informed Harry that they were going out after receiving a letter telling them that they were short-listed in a non-existing contest, which was more than just suspicious to Batman. Hence he decided to use this opportunity to contact Harry himself and he also hoped that he might meet either a Death Eater or somebody from the Order, both things would have helped him a lot in his investigation.

"You stay here and inform me if somebody's coming while I'm on the way," he instructed Tim while getting into costume. The teenager nodded but he clearly wasn't happy about him staying behind.

Batman swung through the dusk and hid in the shadows on his way over to Privet Drive No. 4. Just as he arrived on the top of Privet Drive No. 5 he spotted something going on in the ground floor of No. 4 and Tim spoke up in his ear. "Something's going on there. Might be burglars, but they probably wouldn't be making such a loud rampage as these guys are making," he said.

Bruce nodded and muttered a positive response, before taking out his grappling hook gun, shot onto the other house and swung over to the other side. Harry had just left his room and run into the intruders in the hall way. "Professor Moody," Bruce heard the boy say as he silently opened the window to Harry's room and sneaked into the house.

"I don't know so much about 'Professor', never got round to much teaching, did I? Get down here, we want to see you properly," answered a low, growling voice that certainly belonged to an older person.

Bruce moved outside of Harry's room and through the shadows of the hallway to the top of the staircase. He looked down below and saw Harry slowly walking down the stairs to nine different people standing in the entrance hall. The boy still had his wand in his hands even though he didn't seem to be prepared to actually fight. Then another voice spoke up as Harry slowly approached the group downstairs. "It's all right, Harry. We've come to take you away."

The teenager stopped for a second before asking "P-Professor Lupin? Is that you?"

Seemingly some teachers from Hogwarts were here to help Harry, thought Batman. And since Dumbledore was Hogwarts' headmaster it was only logical for these teachers to probably be members of the Order, he deduced from that. But for now he decided to listen in to what was going on downstairs for a little while longer. Then a woman spoke up. "Why are we all standing in the dark," she asked before using a magical spell in order to light up the room with a small light coming out of the tip of her wand. Batman retreated a few steps backwards in order to continue to hide himself. The positive side effect was that he now could make out the people standing downstairs.

The one standing closest to Harry looked worn out and ill, his hair was getting grey and his clothes looked very shabby indeed. The man who spoke first stood a little bit further back, he was definitely older, his grey hair was thinning out, his face was scattered with scars, nearly half of his nose was missing and one of his eyes was replaced by an artificial, probably magical eye. The woman whose wand was lightening up the room at the moment looked the youngest out of all of them; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark happy eyes, and short spiky violet-coloured hair. "Wotcher! Harry," she said to greet the young wizard.

"Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a bald black wizard, who stood the furthest back, in a deep slow voice. "He looks exactly like James."

"Except the eyes," said a silver-haired wizard standing close to the black one with a wheezy-voice. "Lily's eyes."

Batman immediately realised that most of these people had known the Potters well and were probably going to be very protective of Harry because of that. Then Moody stepped forward again and examined Harry thoroughly with both his real and his magical eye. " Are you quite sure it's him, Lupin?" he growled. "It'd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him something only the real Potter would know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum?"

"Harry, what form does your Patronus take?" Lupin asked.

"A stag," said Harry nervously.

"That's him, Mad-Eye," said Lupin.

Batman raised a brow. Mad-Eye was definitely a very fitting nickname for this man. Not only because he had a weird eye, but he also was definitely paranoid, at least to a certain extant. This observation of Batman was immediately confirmed when Harry descented the staircase further and put his wand in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Don't put your wand there, boy!" he roared. What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!"

"Who d'you know who's lost a buttock?" asked the violet-haired woman.

"Never you mind, you just keep your wand out of your back pocket!" Moody growled. "Elementary wand-safety, nobody bothers about it any more." He stumbled towards the kitchen. "And I saw that," he told the young woman, who just rolled her eyes behind his back. And then, Lupin was just about to give Harry his hand, Moody got out his own wand and turned around back to the stairs. "We have a guest," he growled while pointing his wand at the top of the staircase.

Everybody else was getting their wands out as well, leaving Batman only the chance of an fight one against ten or trying to talk. Since he wanted to get into contact with the leadership of their Order fighting them probably wasn't a great idea. So he stepped into the light. All then wizards stared in surprise at him, some even gasped, including the young woman standing next to Lupin, who muttered something under her breath. Batman then walked down a few stairs before jumping into the air, made a somersault in order to avoid hitting the balustrade of the staircase, and landed directly in front of Moody, between the other nine wizards.

"Who are you," demanded the older wizard to know, not really being able to hide his surprise.

"I'm Batman," answered Bruce in his usual deep voice. "And I would prefer you not sneaking under my mask with your eye," he then added, sounding way more threatening than before. Before Moody could ask what he meant, Batman explained, "I know that your one eye is magical and can see through solid mass, that's the only explanation for your seeing me from the kitchen entrance at the top of the staircase. And I know you are using this ability right now in order to figure out who I might be. Stop it."

"I don't think it matters really, since I don't recognise you anyway," countered Moody angrily. "But you still haven't answered my question."

"I did," Batman replied, his face cold and stiff like a mask.

"What kind of name is Batman," asked the bald, black wizard.

"It's not my name, but it is who I am." He then turned back around to Moody. "And I guess you can understand why I'm not willing to reveal my name to a bunch of strangers."

The two stared at each other for a moment before Moody began nodding in agreement. "I understand, but that doesn't change anything. Either you are now telling us who you are or-"

Moody had done the wrong thing by threatening Bruce. In less than a second, Bruce had grabbed Moody's wand arm and thrown him around into three of the other wizards. At the same time, he had gotten out two smoke bombs with his other hand and exploded them. Then he shot his grappling hook at the ceiling, swung himself forward, while throwing a Batarang at the woman whose wand was the only light source in the room. The wand got knocked out of her hand and immediately went out. The house was back in complete darkness and out of nowhere Lupin, just as he was about to mutter "Lumos" himself, got sucker punched in the face, nearly knocking him out. Batman then threw three other Batarangs at the wizards and managed to disarm the three men he aimed at. He felt Harry putting his wand at his back. Before Harry could threaten him, Batman took his wand arm and twisted it behind his back, then he used Harry as a shield and pushed him against two other wizards who tried to help the teenager, knocking all three to the ground.

Moody had gotten back to his feet and he and the bald, black wizard were pointing their wands at Batman. They muttered their curses, which Batman somehow managed to avoid being hit by through ducking and throwing his last two Batarangs in the air, which took the full blow of the two curses. And in the same swift movement he jumped forward and knocked the last two standing wizards to the ground.

While standing back up, Batman grabbed Moody at his collar. "Now, I'll only say this once. I've got an important message for Albus Dumbledore about Lord Voldemort. Tell him I want to meet him tomorrow at midnight under Twelvetrees Cress. And he's to come alone," he told the other man in a deep, threatening growl. Moody didn't answer, but that was a mistake. Batman pushed him against the door case of the kitchen door so hard, that Moody nearly scream with pain. "Do you understand?"

Four of the other wizards had gathered themselves enough to get back on their feet. Batman reacted fast enough and when Moody still didn't answer, he threw his body over to the others, knocking all five onto the ground once again. Batman gave turned on the light, gave all of them another evil glare and then left through the back door, leaving behind ten scared wizards and witches.

"What was that," asked the small wizard with the purple hat after Batman has left.

"A Muggle in a stupid costume that managed to beat us all up," answered the black bald wizard coldly.

"Maybe we should change the plan," said the wheezy-voiced wizard at once.

Moody shook his head. "No way, we don't have time for that. But we should inform the rear guard to keep a look-out for the guy."

While the adults argued about what to do next, Harry sat on the staircase, holding his heavy head. He was consumed by his thoughts when he was brought back to reality by the witch with the short violet hair. "Are you okay?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, thanks," he answered. He didn't knew what else to say.

"I'm Nymphadora Tonks, but please never call me Nymphadora," introduced the witch herself and gave Harry her hand, helping him stand up. What followed then was an introduction of everybody. The bald black wizard was Kingsley Shacklebolt, the wheezy-voiced wizard was Elphias Doge, and the small wizard with the purple hat was Dedalus Diggle. Then there were Emmeline Vance, a stern looking witch in an emerald green cloak; Sturgis Podmore, a square-jawed wizard with thick straw-coloured hair; and Hestia Jones, a pink-cheeked witch with black hair.

"Why are you all here," Harry asked nervously.

"We've come to take you away," Lupin answered.

"But we don't longer have much time, the Dursleys will be back soon, I don't think it'll take them much longer to realise that there is no All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition," Tonks added with a smirk.

"And where are we going? The Burrow?"

"No not the Burrow, somewhere much safer than that," answered Lupin with a reassuring smile.

Moody was in a grumpy mood. "I hope it's still that save after what just happened," he said.

"Do we have another choice," asked Shacklebolt. "You were the one who just said that there's not enough time to chance the plan."

Moody groaned. "All right, all right. Boy, do you have a glass of water for me?" Harry nodded and went to the kitchen, getting a glass out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the sink. He gave it to Moody, who said "cheers" and then put his right, magical eye in it. "After what just happened I'll definitely need a full-around view on our way back," he explained. Harry nodded numbly, not knowing what else to do. "Now, better get going. Boy, get your things together. Like Tonks said, we have to be fast."

Harry nodded and ran back upstairs. "I'll help you," said Tonks and ran after him. While the two were upstairs the older wizards and witches discussed their next step. "I'll send a message to the rear guard," said Moody, got out his wand, conjured up a Patronus and send it out with the message to look out and to be closer on their heels than planed.

Remus got out a piece of parchment and quill in order to write a letter to the Dursleys to explain everything to them. After he was done, he picked up one of the Batarangs. "Simple boomerangs out of metal," he said to the others watching him. The others, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Sturgis Podmore were examining the kitchen machines, and Hestia Jones was going through drawer, where she found a potato peeler, which she laughed about for over a minute.

"Why do you think he left them here," asked Emmeline Vance concerned.

Lupin shrugged. "Maybe he can afford it," he suspected. "Or he simply didn't want the find to continue, I don't know."

"What are we going to do about this man anyway," asked Dedalus Diggle in a scared voice, nervously rubbing his hands together.

"We'll have to inform the others about him," growled Moody angrily. His honour really got hurt by the fact that they all had been so easily defeated. Just as he was about to tell off Hestia for laughing so much, Harry and Tonks came down the stairs with suitcase and broomstick in hand. "Good, everything's ready? Great, then let's go," he said and marched towards the back door.

Lupin informed Harry about the letter, Moody put a Disillusion Charm on Harry in order to conceal him, before informing him formally of their plan, and then they were off to London. What none of them knew was that Harry, Lupin, Moody, and Shacklebolt had all homing devices on them that got tracked by Batman and Robin, who were sitting at their Batwing, following their trail from a safe distance.