AN: Here is chapter 2, hope you enjoy, as some might have noticed I split the previous chapter into two. This was mainly to improve the flow of the story. Please leave a review etc. If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to PM me, or if not join my discord.

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Many thanks to Tree Licker for beta-reading the story.

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(Last Time)

Looking around at the now partially destroyed kitchen and hearing the cries of Dudley ringing in his ears, Harry did the only thing he could think of doing at that moment in time.

He decided to run.

He couldn't stay here in this house, not any more, not only would the Dursley's never allow it, if they survived that is, but also because Harry didn't think he could tolerate it either.

With that in mind, he ran out of the house, down the road and away. Not stopping to look back, not caring that he was running faster than should be possible for a six-year-old, or that he was not tiring as he ran.

All Harry cared about at that moment, was of getting away as far as he could, what he did then… well he would decide that later.

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Chapter 2

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(With Harry, Ten Years Later)

It had been nearly ten years since the day he had gained his abilities. Ten years had passed since he had first fled from the Dursley household with nothing but the clothes on his back and honestly, looking back at those ten years, he had to say, he had no regrets.

Or at least that was the way he thought of it now, after all, although the last ten years had not been the easiest at times, they had been rewarding all the same.

Sure, at first when he had been wandering the streets of Surrey cold and alone, he had not known what to do. Initially, he had even been forced to live rough in city parks and had at times subsisted off of scraps salvaged from bins and puddles of rainwater.

Those first weeks had been unpleasant, there was no denying that. He had even been attacked; once by a crazy homeless man, and another time by some drunk teenagers. Both times he had managed to survive. It had got so bad during those first few weeks that at times he had wanted to crawl back to the Dursley's household on hands and knees and beg for them to take him back, and at other times he had even considered just ending it all.

But thankfully, he hadn't done either of those two things in the end.

Instead, he had adapted and thrived very quickly after leaving his old home. He had quickly learnt how to not only look after himself but how to thrive on his own, after all, he was no longer bound by any rules or restrictions. No, he had become a force unto himself and with his rapidly growing and developing abilities, he had quickly realised that he now had the power to take and do, whatever he wanted.

Just how he had adapted so quickly to his predicament, he honestly didn't know, even now.

But somehow, he had picked up on things that a six-year-old child normally wouldn't and had known things that he knew for a fact he had never been taught.

Then again, maybe that was a facet of the abilities he had picked up as a child. That was how he reconciled his inexplicable ability to know things he should possibly know. It was as if he were somehow absorbing through some kind of supernatural osmosis; knowledge, habits and fragmented memories that were not his own.

Most of the time they were scattered, fractured, nonsensical things, which he then somehow pieced together into something that he could then use to benefit himself. It was the same thing with his abilities too. Somehow, he'd managed to work out how to use said power with unnatural ease. Just how he did so, he didn't know. It was just like how he had somehow learned mathematics and gained an unusually extensive vocabulary. It had just sort of happened.

Or maybe it was something different altogether, even now he didn't know the full story about himself.

What he did know was that he was different, though, just as he knew that those differences had a lot to do with the mysterious glowing rock he had picked up the day before he'd fled the Dursley household. He hadn't been able to telekinetically hurl things around before picking up that rock, nor had he been able to force people to see what he wanted them to, or any of the other weird things he could do now.

Not that he minded being different, if anything, he loved it.

Either way, he had done remarkably well for a six-year-old on the streets by himself. In fact, after only a few weeks out on his own, he had managed to get a grip on things, just as he had managed to identify the cause of all the sudden strangeness in his life.

It had all been because of that little, glowing green rock. Which was why, the first chance he had, he had looked into just what the rock was and how and why it had changed him like it had. That rock, it had mutated him, it had made him stronger, faster and far more intelligent than was at all possible for a human, let alone a child.

It had also given him other abilities too, the least of which was the ability to telekinetically control things, organic and inorganic, both with just his mind. He had known even as a six-year-old that it certainly wasn't normal.

Unfortunately, in the end, he hadn't found out just what that rock was until several years after leaving the Dursley household, due to what happened to him being a bit of a niche phenomenon. A phenomenon which only became more known as the years passed, after numerous journalists found out about it and started disseminating news of the strange 'sickness' through the usual channel.

Not that he was complaining, after all, it was only through these channels; the internet, newspapers and TV, that found out that he was not the only one to have been affected by these glowing, green rocks. This kryptonite, the radiated chunks of an asteroid that had fallen to earth a couple of decades ago. In fact, from the journalists, he had found out that there were hundreds, if not thousands, of people worldwide who had been affected, just like he had.

Mostly, the affected people were concentrated in America, which was likely due to that contingent being ground zero for where the biggest hunks of a radioactive meteorite hit. But, there were also some in other parts of the world. All of them had been affected by fragments of kryptonite that had fallen to earth years ago just like he had been, and more than that, there was a name for what they were. In polite company they were called Metahuman, a more insulting term, however, was Meteor Freak.

Either way, since leaving home and finding out just what he was, he had just been wandering around, practicing and learning how to use his abilities. Abilities which he had of course abused as much as possible over the years; using it to get money and pretty much any other thing he wanted. He'd done little more than that. He avoided trouble where he could, and made sure to cover his tracks. It was not the most moral of things to do, but to be fair he had never been taught morals and as such, he didn't care.

Currently though, as a change of pace, Harry was in America, with him having travelled across the pond in order to avoid the constant, and ever-annoying, attempts by the magical community to track him down. Which was something that had been happening with more regularity over the last few months.

Just why this was, he wasn't entirely sure, as he tended to avoid them whenever they tried to corner him. Magicals were a tricky lot after all, and not a group he had had much to do with over the years.

In fact, before the last few months, he had only ever had a direct, unpleasant, run-in with three of their kind before. Two were by accident. They were a pair of wizarding police officers apparently and had only confronted him because they thought he was breaking the law 'restricting underage use of magic'.

Suffice to say that the confrontation had ended unpleasantly, after all following some ostentatious peacocking and a bland info dump on their magically hidden world of wonder, they had then dismissively called him a squib and had threatened to remove his memories. He had responded by telekinetically slapping them into and through a wall. They'd survived, but they wouldn't be going around calling a random person a 'squib' again.

The other confrontation meanwhile was a year before his run-in with the wizard police, and it was much weirder and more prolonged. It had been when he was ten that this giant of a man, with a great big bushy beard and a distinct odour, had started chasing him around Manchester for several days shouting at him, using his name, that he was a wizard, and that for some reasons the owls aren't delivering the mail like they were supposed to.

It had been a very weird and uncomfortable experience and had thoroughly ruined his time in the city.

Thankfully, the man had stopped stalking him after he had fucked with his head, and made him see illusionary dragons –it had been the only thing he could think of that would be intimidating to a twelve-foot man– chasing after him. A black cab later, and he never saw the weirdo again.

But even so, both of these interactions had given him an inkling that he might be a part of their world. Which for all he knew could be the case, after all, he no longer believed the tripe the Dursley's had fed him about his parents being junkies that died in a car crash.

Either way, following his unpleasant interactions with the loud and obnoxious giant, and the arrogant wizard police, he had tended to just avoid confrontation with magicals, which was harder than he initially thought, as every now and then some member or other of their small, insular community tried to chase him down.

For some reason the robed weirdos wanted him, probably it had something to do with his unknown origins.

Unfortunately for them however, he was stubborn and enjoyed his current lifestyle, and thus he only wanted to interact with the stick-wielding lunatics on his own terms. He certainly didn't want some robed weirdos invading his life, and to then suddenly start telling him what he could and could not do. He certainly didn't want a parental figure, or a new guardian, or any nonsense like that which might impede his one true dream in life, to have fun.

In fact, over the years, he had likened his interactions with those seeking him to a game of cat and mouse.

A game that he had got quite good at as during his time dodging the magicals. He had even visited Diagon Alley, the main British Wizarding High Street, once or twice without them being any the wiser, and had even once ventured down the far more sketchy Knockturn Alley too. It had been fun for a day, but he couldn't see himself wanting to be a part of such an isolated, insular community, it would be stifling.

Just how he managed to know the entrance or the combination, he wasn't sure. It was like a lot of things in his life, it had just come to him at that moment, and he had somehow just known what he was meant to do.

But either way, he had managed to get into the alley and have a nose around, he had even dug up some pretty interesting information on the wizarding world, and more importantly on the wider wizarding community, very interesting stuff. Whilst there he had also filched a wand from a pacing ginger kid that was around his age and had tried waving it around to see if he could use their magic.

By the fact it had exploded in his hand, he had come to the conclusion that he wasn't. But still, despite their wands exploding in his hands, he was still somehow able to see through their enchantments and use their magical items. He could even replicate bits and pieces of their magic too by using his own Metahuman powers.

Harry likened it to him being like a magical mutant, which was somewhere between a magical creature and a magical human, and with a bit of Metahuman thrown in. He had the best of both, and more importantly, was not constrained by the wizard's nonsense rules, or by the other Metahuman's seemingly intrinsic need to be loud and obnoxious supervillains or superheroes.

That and, from what he had worked out on his own, he was magical even if he wasn't able to use a magic wand like they could. Considering what he could do with his Metahuman powers, though, he didn't feel too short-changed, especially since he didn't need a stupid stick or to say nonsense words to get his powers to work.

That said, he was still pleased he could use their magical items with impunity, after all, it was by using one of the wizard's magical trinkets that he had actually got to America. The item he had used was an International Portkey -a heavily regulated item that he had acquired through dubious means.

Especially since for some strange reason, ever since the end of October, the magicals had been getting more and more persistent, and had actually started trying to chase him down on an almost daily basis, as opposed to just showing up whenever he excessively flexed his powers, or at the end of August, both of which were usually the main times he had previously had to be on guard when it came to his magical stalkers.

Still, he had got away from them now courtesy of his purloined Portkey, with the teleporter having ended up dropping him off on the outskirts of somewhere called, Jump City.

It was a place that Harry had personally never been to before, which was maybe not surprising considering the USA was a big place.

He had, however, been to America once before on 'business', or rather he had wanted a change of scenery after a bit of a bust-up with another powered individual in Brighton, and so had rocked up to the USA, abused his gifts to get some quick money, and had then wandered around for a few weeks, so he could see the sights and sample the American lifestyle. He had not been all that impressed at the time.

Still, he was, in his own humble opinion, an easy-going guy and liked giving places second chances, which is one of several reasons why he had come back.

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At present, Harry was walking down Jump City's main promenade, keeping an eye out as he did so for any do-gooder hero or nosy magical, or for anyone really who might find a way to piss him off and ruin his day.

Looking in the reflective surface of a shop window as he passed, Harry hazarded a glance at his reflection, his lip curling slightly upwards as he saw a ruggedly, handsome, if he did say so himself, young man, with short messy black hair and bright emerald green eyes looking back at him.

The young man in question also had quite pale skin, and a broad-shouldered, slightly muscled physique. He looked more like a Rugby player than he did a swimmer or footballer, which was emphasized by the fact that he stood just shy of six feet tall. Not a bad height for a sixteen, nearly seventeen, year old.

Glancing at his attire, Harry nodded in approval. His reflection was also wearing a puffy, hooded, black parka coat with a grey fur lining, which, when added to his build, only made him look bigger. In addition to this, he was wearing a pair of scuffed, brown leather boots, and some lightly worn jeans. Around his neck was a simple chain necklace, upon which was attached the same small piece of kryptonite he had found as a kid, only at present it was hidden from sight beneath his red shirt.

Overall, he looked like an athletic, but otherwise average, everyday sixteen-year-old.

Looking at the mirrored surface of the window critically, Harry brought his hand up to his forehead, where he lightly traced the now mostly faded lightning bolt scar. Harry frowned slightly as he looked at it; it was barely visible, little more than a pale white line. But it was still there, a reminder of the night he lost his parents and was abandoned to the tender mercies of the Dursley trio; as a child, he had hated it.

Now, however, he didn't care, after all in the end, despite its auspicious beginnings, his life had been pretty good.

In fact, as far as he was concerned, he was having a great time.

Looking away from the shop, Harry instead continued his way down the promenade, with him beginning to whistle the tune 'Con te partirò' or 'Time to Say Goodbye' to himself as he wandered down the street. The tune had been stuck in his head recently after he heard it in a mediocre Will Farrel film he had seen a month or so before.

Sticking his hands in his pockets as he walked, Harry started to ponder on what he would do today. Should he rob some corrupt organisation and try his hand at being Robin Hood, only without the charity? That, or he could find a bar and try and convince them to serve him?

Then again, he could always do the 'right and proper thing', like others of his kind want to do, and either hunt down a criminal and give him true justice! Or on the other side of the coin, he could cause some chaos and fuck around with the normie's until another super turned up, and then have a rumble! Not that either of those options sounded all that appealing to him. It felt like too much like hard work, and for very little pay-out.

Harry knew that although he might be more intelligent and mentally older than a person his age should be, he was generally quite an aimless person.

After all, when you have the power to get as much money and trinkets as you wanted, what else is there to do?

Go to school?

Ha! School was for stupid people.

Get a job?

What's the point when you can steal money from criminals and the corrupt whenever you want? Or if he was feeling lazy, just rip an ATM out of a wall and make off with what was inside, Banks had insurance after all.

Volunteer at a soup kitchen?

Nope, he knew that that would be a massive waste of his talent and energy.

No, in the end, the only thing he wanted in life was to have a good time. Which is exactly what he had been doing for the last ten years.

Harry smiled at that, even as a few seconds later he was knocked out of his musings by a loud crashing sound in the distance, followed by lots of people screaming and fleeing in terror.

Aha! Harry thought, his lips curving upwards in amusement. It looked like some wannabe 'supervillain' was causing trouble. Now, normally he would avoid other power individuals, as, like wizards, they were just a massive pain in the arse.

Today though, he was feeling bored.

Dealing with him or her would hopefully be enough to shave a few minutes off his day.

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Heading in the direction of the screams, shouting and explosions a few moments later, a slight smile of excitement spread across Harry's face. Normally he didn't put himself out like this. But right now, he could already feel his blood pumping, he loved a good fight. He didn't actively seek them out, but he still enjoyed a good scrap, especially if it proved a challenge.

As he started to walk towards the commotion, a slight scowl crossed his face as he quickly realised that he would have to fight the flow of the crowd if he wanted to see what was happening.

That, or he could just use his abilities and just fly over the crowd. Which is exactly what he did, his body glowing a faint, wispy green, even as his eyes shone brighter than before as if they were now backlit by green fire.

Ascending into the air smoothly, almost lazily, he now easily flew over the panicking mob of people fleeing the scene of chaos in front of him.

The chaos that all seemed to have been caused by a single, rather attractive looking girl, who he assumed, was in her late teens.

Scanning her up and down, it didn't take Harry at all long to guess that this girl wasn't from around here. The orange skin and glowing green eyes kind of gave that away, as too did the unidentifiable and certainly not human language she seemed to be shouting in.

Smiling slightly, Harry's interest was piqued.

For the first alien he had ever seen in person, he had to say that she was a beauty. She had a perfectly sculpted, statuesque body, inhumanly beautiful facial features, long waist-length red hair and glowing green eyes, and on top of that, she had a towering height of around at least six foot and four inches tall.

Harry decided it was love at first sight.

This was only confirmed when the girl turned to look at him, her glowing green eyes narrowing at the sight of him, before without another word in her garbled tongue she turned and grabbed a nearby car, lifted it above her head with ease, and then proceeded to throw it at him like a normal person would through a tennis ball.

Yep, it was definitely love at first sight.

Twitching the finger on his right hand, and making a slight downwards gesture, he stopped the car mid-air for a second, its entire form glowing a wispy green colour, before a moment later he sent it slamming it into the ground with barely a thought.

"What a woman!" Harry said with a grin as he unashamedly stared at the beautiful alien woman, noting as he did that she was wearing some high-tech manacles, which she seemed to be trying to get off, even as she rampaged through the city centre.

Hovering closer, Harry saw the girl pick up another car which she proceeded to use to destroy the frontage of a Pizza place.

'Good thing I'm not in the mood for pizza', Harry thought, even as he drifted back to the ground. A slight smile spread across his face, as he decided to go help the girl and stop her from trashing too much of the city.

It was going to be his good deed for the day.

Before he could make a move though, he saw a bladed metal projectile suddenly hit the girl across the back of her head, with it bouncing off the strange spiked helmet she was wearing. Though, despite the helmet, it still managed to knock her off balance slightly. Which, he assumed, was the aim.

Turning his head, Harry looked for the source of the projectile, only for his gaze to rest on a masked boy who looked to be a few years younger than him. From a single glance, Harry assumed the boy was a hero or sidekick of some sort. The mask, spandex tights and cape kind of made that obvious, although he could be a villain, as from his experience they tended to have a similar dress sense to heroes. Which, in a way, was pretty embarrassing.

Either way, a few moments after seeing the boy, Harry was able to recognize him. It was the 'kid wonder', Robin, the sidekick of the infamous 'Batman', a non-powered superhero that Harry had had the misfortune of running into the last time he was in America.

Oblivious to Harry, the boy darted towards the red-haired girl, two more of his projectiles already in his hands, both of which he then proceeded to fling at the slightly off-guard girl.

'Well, that just won't do.' Harry thought as he stopped the two… bird-themed shuriken/boomerangs–he honestly wasn't sure what they were– in mid-air, before he telekinetically crushed them until they were little more than crumpled pieces of metal which dropped innocently onto the floor with barely a sound.

That got the attention of the other two onto him, even as he casually strolled forwards, his hands in his coat pocket and a bored look purposefully plastered across his face.

"Attacking an innocent young lady from behind? Bad form, bird boy!" Harry said with a smirk, playing up his British accent slightly as he did so. He had heard that girls found the accent cute, and he certainly found this orange-skinned goddess, cute.

The girl turned to look at him, a suspicious glare on her face as she took up a guarded position, her glowing green eyes moving angrily from the smiling and calm Harry to the suspicious and tense, Robin.

Speaking of the masked caped boy, he immediately got into a fighting stance, another of those boomerang-like projectiles held tightly in his hand, even as he looked warily between Harry and the girl.

"Who are you?" Robin demanded, his sudden loud exclamation getting the girl's attention back on him, even as she threw caution to the wind and made to charge at the Boy Wonder, a snarl on her face.

Leaping an inhumanly large distance, the girl appeared above the boy, her arms raised as she used her manacled hands to then smash the car he was standing on, though not before the boy backflipped off the car and flung his weapon at her.

Continuing after him as he fled her onslaught, and swinging for him once again, Harry began feeling slightly left out as the two fought in front of him. Or rather, as she fought and the Boy Wonder just continued to desperately dodge everyone one of her wild, super strong swing.

Letting out a bored sigh as he saw the fight continue, Harry pulled a table and chair towards him from the ruined pizzeria, before also abusing his powers to get himself a can of Pepsi Max from behind the counter. He might have also raided the till a little bit too, as he did so, just to pocket himself some spending money for the rest of the day.

As Harry was doing this, the fight in front of him continued, with the alien girl continuing to chase the surprisingly nimble boy around. Sitting back in his chair, Harry watched as she swung at Robin again, only for him to backflip over her and counterattack, catching the girl by surprise as he threw an explosive disk at her mid flip, a disk which had no effect on her when it struck her and exploded.

Harry grinned as he saw how tough the girl was, definitely his type.

His smile grew wider still as he saw her kick a nearby car, launching it in the direction of Robin, who was forced to dive to the ground to avoid a grizzly death. Maintaining his smile, Harry fought not to roll his eyes as he saw the car the girl had just thrown continue on its path, with it heading straight for him; before with a negligent twitch of his finger, he threw out a psionic blade of energy and sheared the car in two, sending both halves hurtling either side of him, with one half going through the frontage of a fancy clothing shop.

Ignorant of this, the girl once again went after Robin, her arms raised as she tried to take advantage of the boy's position –lying on the floor– by slamming her manacled hands on top of him, creating a small crater below her as she did so. Fortunately for Robin, however, he managed to roll out of the way before she landed, and roll back to his feet, an extendable staff now in hand.

Not missing a beat, the spandex-clad boy rushed at the girl, smacking her with the staff, the force of the blow knocking her back a few steps into a car, with the staff shattering into pieces on impact.

Glaring at the boy, the orange-skinned girl rose into the air before she flew at the boy, her arms raised to strike, only for her to be knocked off course by what looked like a green ram…?

"Oh, now you are taking the piss," Harry muttered to himself as he saw the ram change into a green-skinned boy in a black and purple outfit. The kid had a ridiculous mask on his head, which Harry took to mean that he too was a hero. Looking closer at the newcomer, Harry noted that he looked to be around the same age as Robin.

"Ex-Doom Patrol member, Beast Boy, at your service, sir!" The younger boy shouted as he saluted Robin, a large grin on his face. "How can I help?" The boy continued before he noticed who he was talking to, and an excited look crept onto his face.

"Oh, damn man! You're Robin, aren't you, sir?!" The now named Beast Boy asked, his eyes widening and an excited smile spreading across his face, as he then proceeded to fanboy over Robin.

"Well, you can start by not calling me sir," Robin replied in surprise, only for Beast Boy to nod his head and salute.

"Well, let me just say it's a real honour to be..." The green-skinned boy began, oblivious to all else, as he instead just continued to gush over Robin.

"Beast Boy, was it?" Robin interrupted suddenly, with Beast Boy nodding his head eagerly in response.

Robin then pointed to the left and the two turned to see the girl with glowing green eyes lifting a bus above her head, which she then proceeded to throw at the two boys who had attacked her, forcing them both to jump out of the way as it hurtled towards them.

Not that they needed to move in the end, as from what Harry could see, the bus would never have made contact with either of them, as a muscular black man in a grey hoodie chose that moment to make himself known as he easily stepped up and caught the bus with his bare hands.

"Ok this is starting to get fucking ridiculous," Harry grumbled as he stood up and threw his empty Pepsi Max can on the floor. He had been hoping to see a good old fashioned one on one rumble, a real 'David and Goliath struggle', not some kind of corny superhero team-up.

"Yo! Who's here messing up my neighbourhood?!" The bulky teen shouted out as he set the bus on the ground, before glaring up at the flying, orange-skinned girl.

In response, the girl landed on the fractured road beneath her soundlessly, her fierce gaze roving over those present for a moment, before she then raised her manacled hands and slammed them on the ground, breaking the metal restraints that kept her hands locked together as she did so.

With her hands now free, she turned to the three people opposing her, her green eyes glowing as she started to throw glowing, emerald green bolts of energy from her hands. The bolts scattered everywhere, forcing the boys to run away as she continued her onslaught.

Seeing some of the green bolts of energy heading his way, Harry's own eyes began to glow faintly as he raised his hand, wispy green energy swirling around it, even as he created a misty green shield of energy in front of him, his eyes once again glowing green from deep within as he used his shield to block half a dozen bolts of green energy.

Scowling in irritation, Harry raised his right hand, his eyes glowing more fiercely as he grabbed the girl in his telekinetic grip, completely startling her as she suddenly found herself unable to move. Her superior strength and flight meant very little at the moment.

Instead, Harry used his telekinetic hold, to grip her hard enough to make her let out a gasp of pain. Watching her closely as she continued to struggle, he tightened his grip further, compressing her body, and forcing all the air out of her lungs, before, without a word he released his psionic grip.

He didn't actually want to hurt the strange girl, but right now things were getting out of control. It was funny when she went after the others, not so much when he got caught up in the crossfire.

With Harry no longer holding her in place, the girl fell to her knees, her long red hair hanging down around her, curtaining her face, and her hands splayed out in front of her as she panted heavily, desperately trying to catch her breath.

"Terribly sorry about that, but you seemed a bit out of control, and I didn't want you getting yourself, or someone else hurt," Harry said diplomatically as he approached the girl, his hands raised to show he meant no harm.

As he walked towards the now standing girl, he took the time to study her more. She truly was a very beautiful girl, with flawless features and a statuesque body.

Needless to say, he liked what he saw, now he just had to find a way to speak to her, which didn't end up with the clearly pissed off and superpowered teen punching him through a wall.

The girl looked suspiciously at Harry as he approached, still conscious of the fact he had seemingly immobilized her without effort. Green energy, very similar to that which Harry used, surrounded her hands as she pointed them at him. At the sight of this obvious threat, Harry came to a stop just out of arm's reach, a calm look on his face as he kept his hands raised.

"So, I am Harry," Harry said, as he became conscious of Beast Boy, Robin, the boy in the grey hoodie, and a new person; a hooded girl who was wearing a purple cloak, all cautiously approached the two of them.

"Not sure who they all are, sidekicks and hero wannabes I think, but never mind, ey," Harry said with a smile, even now a part of him couldn't help but be an arsehole by throwing shade on the group of heroes behind him. It wasn't personal, it was just in his nature. "So, what's your name?"

"Gota! Gota Ugoka!" The red-haired girl growled in response.

"Well, that's nice… Gota Gota Ugoka, very… catchy" Harry replied blandly, not sure what else he could say to that. Instead, he took note that she still had the manacles on her hands. Moving his hand forward, wispy green energy covered the palm as he then proceeded to rip the two manacles apart with a thought, tearing them to shreds as easily and painlessly as he could, and removing them from the girl's wrists.

The girl looked startled at that, even as she looked cautiously at her now freed hands, rubbing her sore wrists as she did so, before she looked up at Harry. Her glowing green eyes narrowed in confusion.

"You're welcome," Harry replied with a shrug, as he brought his hands down and shoved them into his pockets. He was still conscious of the other four people behind him, and as such he was prepared if any of them wanted to cause trouble.

"So…" Harry began, only to be taken by surprise when the girl pulled him in for a kiss, one that he gladly returned as he put his hands on her firm waist. It wasn't what he was expecting, but it was much better than him being attacked, and if it was a trick, then it was totally worth it. These were the thoughts going through Harry's head, as he decided to push his luck and try to slip a bit of tongue into the kiss.

It appeared, however, that he had made a mistake.

The moment he did that, the girl pulled away, her green eyes locked on Harry and her hands and eyes, once again glowing with green energy.

"If you wish not to be destroyed, you will leave me alone!" The girl said sternly, before she turned on her heel and flew off.

"Oh, come on! It was only a bit of tongue!" Harry called after her, unable to stop smiling after the rather fiery kiss, even as he saw her fly away.

Yep, he was definitely in love.

"You tried, and you failed man, it happens," The large, heavily muscled man behind Harry said as he patted him on the shoulder. "Still can't believe she threw buses and shit at us and gave you a kiss, you are a lucky bastard, has anyone ever told you that?"

Harry turned around at that with a grin on his face. "It's all about the accent, man. Girls love a good British accent."

The large teenager chuckled at that.

"So, no offence, but who the fuck are you lot?" Harry asked bluntly as he turned to look at the odd group gathered behind him. Taking note as he did, of the strange look the hooded girl gave him, and also the fact that she seemed to have grey skin, which was a little weird, but then again considering he just kissed someone with orange skin, got superpowers from a piece of rock and may or may not be magical, who was he to judge?

"Who are you? And why did you get in the way?" Robin demanded as he ignored Harry's question and instead pushed past the others, a scowl spreading across his face as he got right in Harry's face.

Harry looked at him for a moment, before he looked over his shoulder and gave the others an expectant look.

"Call me Cyborg." The boy with the hoodie said, as he pulled back the hood, revealing that a part of his face was actually robotic.

Okay, even for Harry, that was weird.

"And I'm Beast Boy, nice to meet you!" The green-skinned boy said with a large grin as he looked around at the group.

"Raven," The girl said softly before saying no more, as she instead looked at Harry expectantly.

"Well, are you going to answer my question and tell me who you are?!" Robin once again spoke up, clearly irritated by Harry ignoring him before.

"The name is Harry, just Harry, I'll be honest, I never really fancied taking a silly moniker or alias," Harry replied as he brushed past Robin and greeted the other three with a nod of the head. "Still, it's nice to meet you I guess. It's always fun to meet other weirdos like me."

"Harry?" Robin muttered behind him, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to figure something out, before with a sudden start, his eyes widened, and he pointed an accusatory finger at Harry. "Wait a second! You are one of Batman's enemies! You're the thief, Scarface!"

Harry turned to look at Robin with a bland expression on his face. "Don't know what you are talking about, I have never once been caught or convicted of any crime."

"Batman, caught you red-handed," Robin replied, as he extended his staff and took up a fighting stance. The other three gained uncertain looks on their faces as they looked between the aggressive Robin, and at the relaxed-looking Harry.

"Well, clearly he didn't, otherwise I would be either be in Arkham or Belle Reve plotting to escape, you know, like all the others Batman plays cops and robbers with, and since I am in neither and have once again never been caught or convicted of doing any crime, not even shoplifting, I am going to call bullshit," Harry replied convincingly, lying as Batman had, in fact, caught him robbing a museum the last time he was in America, but like he said, Harry had escaped unscathed with his loot and had never been caught. "Also, did you call me Scarface?"

"That is your name," Robin replied as he still glared at Harry. He was also looking visibly confused, probably by the fact that Harry was just denying his accusations, and also by the fact that the other three seemed to be buying his lies.

"You know, that is pretty shitty of you, making up a cruel name like a schoolyard bully, just because I have a scar on my head," Harry replied, deciding to play the wounded soldier card now. "You don't see me making fun of you for wearing tights, or for having a stupid sidekick name, or for having shit for brains, do you?"

"Yeah, Robin man, it is not cool making fun of people like that," Cyborg spoke up as he looked down at Robin in disappointment.

"Yeah, not cool." Beast Boy chimed in.

Glancing at him, Harry could guess that the green kid had been on the receiving end of quite a few insults himself, because of his unique appearance, which was probably why he was more than willing to come to Harry's defense.

"It seems to me, if he has never been caught or convicted, then there is no evidence of his guilt. A person is innocent until proven guilty." Raven spoke up calmly, as she looked between the two.

Robin scowled, as he realised the others were not going to back him up. He also likely knew that Harry had a point, he had never been caught or convicted, and there was only Batman's word that a dark-haired boy with green eyes and a scar on his face robbed a museum. Which is also why he took a step back. Harry could almost see the cogs in the younger boy's head moving, as he clearly tried to work out what to do next.

Fortunately, before anything else could be said, however, a hologram appeared hovering over an island not far from the city they all were currently in. The gigantic hologram showed the image of a strange, clearly alien being with blue skin, red eyes, horns and what looked like fins, or maybe folded wings, sticking out of its shoulders and back, glaring down at the city.

Harry raised an eyebrow, it seems like today was just full of surprises.

"People of Earth..." The hologram suddenly said in a loud, guttural voice. "... We come to your planet, hunting an escaped prisoner; a very dangerous prisoner." It paused briefly, "Do not interfere, and we will leave your city with only minimal damage, but if you indeed attempt to assist her... your destruction will be... absolute!"

The transmission ended shortly after that, and following the hologram's dispersal, a large, bronze coloured, spaceship with glowing red lights soared overhead, and hundreds of alien creatures similar to the one in the hologram started to descend to earth, all of them armed and prepared to fight.

"So, this is turning into one very weird day," Harry spoke up into the silence that followed.

"Right, we need to both defend the city and find the girl," Robin said with a scowl, his issues with Harry apparently forgotten as a larger concern raised its head.

"We were told not to interfere," Raven stated, looking at Robin with a blank look on her face.

"That's never really stopped me before," Robin replied cockily.

"Can we help?" Beast Boy asked with an excited grin on his face, even as he began to hop up and down on the spot excitedly.

"I suppose I could team up just this once," Robin answered with a smirk, before he looked suspiciously at Harry. "What about you? Are you going to help us fight these guys and find the girl we are looking for?"

Harry shrugged at that, "I don't see why not, it will certainly pass the time a bit, besides who knows, maybe I can get another kiss out of it."

Raven rolled her eyes at that, even as Cyborg let out a guffaw and tried to high five Harry.

Lifting himself into the air, much to the surprise of the other 'heroes', his entire body outlined by wispy green energy now, Harry looked down at them. "I'll go find the girl, you lot, protect the city."

"Wait a second, I am the leader here," Robin called up, a scowl on his face as Harry took the lead.

He was once again ignored as Harry looked over to the hooded girl. "Raven, was it? Can you fly?"

In answer to his question, the grey-skinned girl's form glowed slightly as she hovered into the air. "Yes."

"Good, you come with me; with two of us flying around it should make the search easier," Harry said as he flew up, his sharp eyes moving from street to street as he tried to find where the girl had run off too.

Raven nodded as she understood his logic, rising further into the air, she too began to search for signs of where the orange-skinned girl could have run.

Glaring up as he saw Harry move further and further away, Robin turned his attention to the other two.

"Come on then, we have a city to defend." Both Cyborg and Beast Boy nodded in agreement as they then turned to follow Batman's sidekick, even as he ran in the direction the aliens were headed.

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AN: So what did you think?

For those interested, Harry's ability is not what it looks like on the surface. Some might have already figured out what/ whose powerset I am basing it on from the description. It is far more complex than it looks, and at the moment, Harry has only scratched the surface.

The reason for this, is the same reason for why there was a time skip. He's never been challenged before, he's been able to get by easily enough keeping under the radar, stealing things he wants, and messing with the minds of those who catch him. Aside from the first few weeks he's never had to struggle. Essentially he has spent the last 10 years being a spoiled little brat with far too much power and no oversight. This is the same reason he has also avoided the magical world, despite them obviously trying to find and contact him. He thrives on independence, and on the thought of being special, sound familiar? At the same time though, he is not a complete arsehole, as you will hopefully find out, and just has there is a lot of room for his abilities to develop, so to is there room for his character to grow and develop.

That said his backstory will slowly get filled in as the story progress, as will the reasons for why he does things become apparent. The first chapter was an intro, a prologue, and now we catch up with him grown, he intervening years haven't been forgotten. Instead I want to do them in a way that isn't a single chapter montage of him growing up living a boring, spoilt life, messing with unpowered people who can't defend themselves, and general avoiding any call to victory or heroism that comes his way, unless there is something in it for him.

Like I said in the first chapter, Harry won't always be likeable. He will be a teenager, one with more power than sense, and one that never learnt restraint or consequences due to the way he grew and developed in his formative years, without any guidance. He will grow though, just as teenagers do, and will mature.

I'll be honest, I am looking forward to developing Harry's character and his interactions with others in the DC verse and HP verse, just as much as I am looking forward to exploring and developing his abilities, and his future clashes with a world which is substantially bigger than he currently realises.

Also for those curious, I will be including elements from Teen Titans, Young Justice, Justice League and other bits and pieces of DC into the DC world I am using, one which is meshed with the HP world.

Either way I am looking forward to writing more of this. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it, or continue to do so. If not then please tell what you didn't like, or what you thought could have been done better? Please leave a review, comment etc. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to PM me.

Also I am on a discord with a load of other writers, so if you fancy popping over to ask questions or offer suggestions about this story, or any of my other ones, or to find new authors you might not have come across yet, please feel free to use the link in my bio.

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you later.

Greed720.