A/N: Another story from my old username. Most things are the same, some changes have been made. Hope everyone enjoys the story. I do not own anyone, from Harry Potter or DC comics. i won't have any real author's notes for a few chapters as they are all uploaded together, and I would get boring.

Gotham City, United States

8:38pm

Thursday, August 21, 1986

A blue 1985 Honda Accord stopped at a stop light on a gritty street. It was clear with how slow they were driving, the people inside must not know where they were going. The car starts going again as the light turns green, and the car behind them honks at them to move faster.

Inside the blue car, the driver swore at the people honking. This man was in no way small, and resembled a walrus more than a man. His thick bushy mustache hid his mouth, and his eyes narrowed in rage. His face was the most interesting though. With each honk of the horn, his face seemed to become a darker shade of purple. This was Vernon Dursley.

In the passenger seat, a woman who had a neck like that of a giraffe sat. She glared at the car behind them through the car mirror. She never had much patience for people who are impatient. Normally she would watch them to see where they were going, but in the unfamiliar territory they were in, it would be rather useless. This was Petunia Dursley.

In the back of the car, there were two kids, though neither looked at all like each other. One was the son of the Dursley's, Dudley. He seemed to get bigger each day, and when he was older, he would surely be as big as his father. The second boy was quite the opposite. Skinny with glasses, the kid had bright green eyes and black hair. On his forehead was a very unusual mark that nobody in the car truly knew how it was there.

That didn't stop the Dursley's from telling the boy that he got it when his parents, drunk, were killed in a car crash. The boy never often heard anything about his parents, but whenever the subject approached them, all he could gather was that they were good-for-nothing. In fact, he was pretty sure that the Dursley's only told him anything about them, like his name, was because they couldn't have him thinking he was their son.

Harry James Potter watched the unfamiliar streets roll by one by one. He wished he was anywhere but there. His Aunt and Uncle had been complaining about everything today. The only reason they were here in Gotham was because of a business deal that Bruce Wayne had offered Grunnings, the drill company Vernon worked for, a deal.

Harry would never have been allowed to come, if it wasn't the absolute last option. Ms. Figg across the street was ill, and Vernon's sister did not want to take him. Normally Harry would consider this lucky, but so far it was not nearly as fun as he imagined.

The otherwise grim city seemed to pause for just one building, and with luck, this was the building they were headed to for tomorrow's meeting. Wayne Tower towered over the rest of the city. The giant W logo pierced the skyline from all over the city, the glow creating a sense of hope. Other than that, there was one glow that drew attention, as it lit up the night sky on the other side of the city, where the police department must be.

The giant signal with the shape of a bat. Harry knew exactly what that meant, as he heard Vernon complain about vigilantes. That was the signal for Batman. He may be centered in Gotham, but the world knows of him. After all, he was one of the founding members of the Superhero team, the Justice League.

Harry was distracted from his thoughts as the car pulled up to the base of the hotel. They pulled into the parking garage, and as they entered, they heard somebody laughing. Brushing it aside, they continued driving. However, just before they managed to clear the garage entrance, the car that had been behind them slammed into them from behind.

Harry was jolted forward, as was everyone else. By sheer luck, no one was seriously injured. Vernon sped into the garage, finding a parking spot quickly. He jumped out of the car, moving way faster than he looked like he could. The rest of the car followed, as they scrambled to catch up.

When they found Vernon, the other car was not in sight. Vernon's face looked like it was about to explode in rage, as he rounded on Harry.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, BOY!" He roared at him. "IF YOU WERE NEVER DROPPED INTO OUR LIFE, WE WOULD BE PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Vernon..." Petunia muttered, noticing looks being thrown their way as people from the garage stopped to watch. However, Vernon was too angry to care. He didn't stop to think about what ramifications could happen if he continued.

"FOR 5 YEARS YOU HAVE BEEN A BURDEN TO MY FAMILY YOU LITTLE FREAK!" He shouted. "YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED WITH YOUR PARENTS, THEY WERE FREAKS JUST LIKE YOU!"

Vernon took one massive swipe at Harry, and he fell down on the floor, his jaw in massive pain. Vernon tried it again, only to find his hand being held back. Enraged further, he swings his other hand at the newcomer, only to find that hand deflected, and a blow hitting him in the stomach. As he looks at his attacker, he pales as he sees the dark cloaked figure of Batman standing there.

Vernon gulped as Batman slapped cuffs onto him. Petunia watched in horror, before she became angered as well. She made a move for the boy as well, only for Batman to put another pair of cuffs on her. Dudley, for once thinking with his brain, didn't follow suit, as the GCPD rolled up and took the adults away. A second police car had the two boys in it as they were rolled off to the police station as well, as they needed to be interviewed.

Several hours later, Harry was sitting on a bench in the lobby of the police station. As much as he hated the Dursley's, living with them would be preferable to living at an orphanage, which is where he was headed. He heard so many horror stories about them.

Deciding he has done enough of sitting down and doing nothing, he watches his surroundings, paying attention to every police officer. None of them were paying that much attention to him, and he was thankful for that. He was sitting right by the door, and he could be gone in 5 seconds.

Finding the opportunity right, he darted out the door, and quickly teleported himself to a nearby alley. That was another thing about Harry, he had superpowers. He guessed he was probably a metahuman, as they pop up around the world.

There were several strange events around his life that caused him to realize his powers, however one stood out above the rest. He was at school being chased by Dudley's gang when he suddenly found himself on the roof of the building. Before anyone could realize, he felt inside himself as he focused on that power he just used, and teleported down.

That was the one ability he has known about since the beginning. Then he found out he could talk to snakes. Then telekinesis. Then he could transform things into other things. So far his imagination is the limit to his powers, though he is sure he has a limit somewhere.

Harry snuck around the city streets, porting away whenever someone got too close to him. He eventually found himself in front of what appears to be a really big Greenhouse. It was massive, definitely the size of a miniature mansion.

None of the lights were on inside, so it seemed like a good place to stay for at least one night. As he walked in he noticed that the name of the place was Botanical Gardens. The name seemed familiar, but Harry brushed it off. Walking inside, he felt the warmth immediately, and sighed as he looked at all the plants. Some of them almost seemed to move, but all of them didn't seem perfectly healthy. Almost as if they haven't been taken care of in a while.

Harry's talents of being a slave for the Dursley's kicked into action as he immediately starting transforming items into water buckets and plant food. There were a lot of plants here. Maybe whenever the owner comes back, he will be allowed to stay longer, for helping take care of the plants.

Harry set himself a makeshift hammock in between two taller plants, and settled down, reflecting on what had happened that day. Maybe soon he can find a family who actually loved him. Maybe he could find an explanation for his abilities. However, all that could wait until tomorrow, he was extremely tired. He told the plants goodnight as he went to sleep.

Two weeks later, across the city, a woman was staring out her window of her cell. She missed her babies, who would take care of them while she was locked up? The woman's bright red hair falling down her back as she glared at the bat signal in the sky. What was wrong with wanting to save plants and destroy the concrete jungles men have built upon them? One day men will rue the day they imprisoned Poison Ivy!

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building. Ivy could hear Joker laughing maniacally as he starts to escape. Considering her options, she saw that her door was blasted off its hinges. Her girlfriend Harley was across the way, and her door was untouched from the explosion. Her face frowning as she thought about how her love had once been into the Joker, until Ivy herself showed Harley how little the Joker actually cared about her. Ivy rolled her eyes as she opened the cell.

Harley jumped into her arms, kissing her, grinning.

"Not now Harley." Ivy grinned. "Let's get back to the Garden."

"Alright then Hotness." Harley winks at her.

The two go back to Ivy's cell, only to jump out of the hole in the wall that appeared as a second explosion blew it open. Ivy used the plants at the bottom to soften their landing. Then they turned and started to run to the road to hijack a ride, not knowing what was awaiting them back at the Greenhouse.

Headmaster's Office

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Scotland, England

Albus Dumbledore smiled as he thought about the coming year. However all these years really did not matter, not until 1991. That was when Harry Potter, his weapon, his Queen on the chess board, came to school. He knew he'd have to work hard to make everything come together. He needed Potter to look up to him, so he could bend the boy into his sacrificial lamb.

Potter had a Horcrux in him. He had to die for Voldemort to truly die. And then he could claim he killed Voldemort, and be known for taking down two Dark Lords. It was all for the Greater Good of course.

Suddenly, one of the silver instruments on his desk stopped moving. He glanced at it, and sat straight up. That was the device monitoring the wards around Privet Drive. Paling, he flooed to Arabella Figg's house, and ran to number 4.

No one was in sight in the house. He walked through it, looking everywhere. They must have packed up and left, probably for vacation. He'd have to keep an eye on the house for when they returned, to discover why the wards fell. Little did he know, he wouldn't find Harry. Not for a very long time.

Botanical Gardens

Gotham City

3:00pm

September 15, 1986

To say that Ivy and Harley were shocked the moment they walked into the greenhouse was an understatement. They were beyond shocked. Not only was every single plant alive, but they were thriving. Ivy knew very well that she was gone way too long for nothing to be dead. She motioned to Harley to keep quiet.

Harley nodded, her constantly smiling face became more serious. She grabbed her bat and pulled out her Love/Hate gun. Her face became a grin almost as Ferrell as her two pet Hyenas, Bud and Lou.

"Let's get them, Red." Harley grinned.

"Not yet Harley." Ivy told her. "Whoever it is that took care of my plants deserves our thanks first, then we can decide if they are a threat."

"Aw but I want to kill people!" Harley frowned.

"I really don't get how you think killing someone, immediately after getting out of Arkham, is a good idea." Ivy chuckles. "Then again, you were with the Clown, so I can't say I'm surprised."

Ivy suddenly freezes, having seen the slight bit of motion.

"Come out." Ivy stated. "We won't hurt you."

"Yet." Harley muttered.

However the two criminals never expected for a 6 year old kid to walk out with his hands on his head. The gun that Harley held dropped down, her face in shock.

"I'm so sorry." The boy told them, tears in his eyes. "I didn't know that this was your greenhouse. I just saw the plants dying and decided to take care of them."

"Hang on." Ivy held up her hand. "You are the one who took care of my plants?"

"Yes." The boy said, his head down, looking at his feet.

"Where are your parents?" Harley questioned, afraid of the answer. It was clear this kid was abused. His clothes were way too big for him, and torn in a few places, where scars could be seen.

"Dead." The kid answered. "They died when I was young."

"What of your guardians?" Ivy frowned.

"Police." He said. "They got arrested for hurting me."

"Why did they hurt you?"

"I... I have powers." The kid said. "So far I have not found a limit. They call me a freak, though I know I'm not."

The two girls scowled at the thought of that cute kid getting hit. They were starting to really like the kid, and anyone who hurts him deserves their wrath.

"Who are you guys?" The kid questioned.

"Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn." Ivy introduced, curious of how he'd react.

"Really!?" He exclaims. "You guys are amazing!"

"Most people don't think so." Ivy chuckles.

"Yeah, I know." He frowns. "But all you do is try to fight for mankind to stop polluting. And Ms. Quinn here just wants to have fun. Of course the killing may be a bit much, but still."

"What's your name, sport?" Harley asks.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He grins. "If I may ask you though, what are you wearing?"

Harley frowned as she looked at what she had on. Her 'Daddy's Little Monster' t-shirt was there, along with her fishnet leggings and boots. "What do you mean Harry?"

"I've seen pictures of you, generally you have the red and black jester outfit on."

"I haven't worn that since Mista J left me." Harley frowns.

"Oh good." Harry smiled at them, "You are too good for Joker."

"You know a lot about us." Ivy commented. "Especially for an English boy."

"I've always been advanced for my age." Harry shrugs. "Guess I picked up more than I should."

The two girls look at each other, then look back at him.

"Where are you going to go?" Harley frowns, crouching down to his level.

"Anywhere but to an orphanage." Harry glares. "I refuse to go to one of them."

"If you want, Harry, you can stay here with us." Ivy smiles.

"Really?" Harry grins at them. "Thank you! I can continue to help the plants! I can cook, clean, I can do anything you want to earn my keep."

"Harry you are... how old are you?"

"I'm 6." Harry grinned at them.

"You are 6 years old. You should be living life, having friends. Not doing chores." Ivy told him, embracing the small boy.

"Wait, Red." Harley but in. "If pipsqueak here is going to stay, should we give him the toxin antidote?"

"He is probably fine, he's been here so long without being poisoned, but I suppose it is better to be safe than sorry."

A few moments later, Harry was all ready to live with them.