Title: The Boy Wonder and the Power of Wishing

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: PG

Summery: Using one of his alter identities Robin takes an illegal job that brings him deeper into the world that Slade had almost enslaved him to. It also brings him closer to a world he left when he was four years old, that he now needs to return to.

Disclaimer: I so don't own Harry Potter nor do I have dibs on Teen Titans, Batman, or anything from DC Comics. I do wish I did though.

Author's Note: More words of wisdom from my favorite movie
You gotta walk before you crawl.
Reverse that.
Danny (Clooney) and Rusty (Pitt) from Ocean's Eleven

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(Chapter Four- All You Thought You Knew)

Robin came to in a cold sterile European clinic. He wasn't sure where he was but he had the sickening feeling that whatever had happened to him that night when he was four, had happened again. His body was in relatively good shape, no broken bones, a few scrapes and bruises. He looked next to him, everything he had been carrying before was there, even the computer, tools, and hardware. The best thing was that it was all undamaged other than blood and mud stains that he knew he could deal with. He picked up his computer and found a wireless connection to tap into. Deftly, he started pulling information and found that the two contents in his life, Gothem and Metropolis, didn't exist.

He then dug for information on his old name, Harry James Potter of Little Whining, Surrey, England. As it turned out he was sixteen in this world as well, missing, and his family was in Norfolk. He also had money from his parents who died of mysterious circumstances and two old valuable family properties in Truro, Cornwall and near the town of Merthyr Tydfil in Wales. Harry Potter was an identify he could slip into and use. He applied to take his GCSE's and for identification after he found out how to get proof of identity. It was going to be easy to slip into where he was supposed to be in the first place. He was Harry now.

A nurse came in and was surprised to see him getting dressed and packed up.

How much do I owe? asked the new Harry.

I, I'm not sure you should be up. she stammered and Harry flashed her a charming smile.

Miss, I was an acrobat for several years. I know when my body has had enough. he said.

You're an American? Harry shook his head.

I grew up in an American circus, but I was born a British citizen and I'm trying to get home to settle my late parent's estate. said Harry and the nurse looked sympathetic.

If you're sure.

I am. Now where do I take care of billing? asked Harry. The nurse smiled.

The church paid for you. Samaritan funds and all that. she answered and Harry smiled.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd like the information of this church. Address and the head of the clergy's name, you know. Harry requested and she nodded.

Of course. I'll just get the doctor to give you a final check over and get you that information, shall I? with that she left and he pulled on the cleaned clothes and boots. All were worse for wear, but they would hold until he could get some money. A tall man in a lab coat and rather dressy clothes.

asked the doctor.

Potter, sir. Harry Potter. he answered. The doctor smiled.

Ah, it's nice to have something to write there. So, Mr. Potter how are you feeling?

Like a Mack truck ran me down. he saw the confusion and recalled what the slang was in England, Oops, I mean lorry. he said with a sheepish grin and the doctor laughed.

Yes, well, that is what you injuries line up with. What do you recall?

I had just gotten off the phone with someone who gave me a great deal of bad news and such and was so deep in thought that I must have wandered into the line of traffic. I really didn't know what had hit me, but I do recall being in a great deal of pain and needing sleep. Harry answered as he was poked and prodded by the physician.

Well, other than minor damage, you are the pinnacle of good health. I suggest you go easy on yourself, but I can tell you just want to get up and run around. Miss Waters asked me to give this to you. he handed him a print out of the local church's web site, then handed him a copy of his report, You are welcome back anytime, Mr. Potter.

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Harry looked up his parents' attorney and made an appointment for the day he reached Bristol, the closest city between the two land holdings he had. He approached the old house turned office looking like a hitchhiker but he didn't care. As he entered he ignored the disdainful looks from the receptionist as she showed him to the empty meeting room where Harry took out his computer and started creating new files and accounts. He had taken his GCSE's just five days ago and had requested that the results be sent to this office. Since it was in the middle of fall, the tester told him the scores would be done quickly and in his hand in three days. He looked at the table top and sure enough his scores were in an unopened envelope. He already knew his scores though, all perfect and with recommendations and the information sent to every public school in the British Isles.

The attorney entered a tired looking man, but following him was a rather severe looking man in a black suit, a kind man in ill-matching clothes and bright red hair, and a very stern looking older woman in a gray suit and glasses.

I'm your barrister, Michael Bulstrode, and this are a few of the people who knew your parents and had been looking for you since you vanished in 1984. This is Mr. Arthur Weasley, Professor Severus Snape, and Professor Minerva McGonagall. he gestured to each in turn and Harry took note of each. The professors looked like they had something wedged in their butts, and Weasley looked as if he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but in kind of the same way Starfire was. He was an innocent, McGonagall was a white hat, but Snape seemed to be one who knew that at times you needed to fight fire with fire. Unfortunately, he looked at Harry as he was the scum of the Earth. All four looked slightly stressed.

Harry gave them his brightest most superficial smile, It's gotta be kind of frustrating that the kid you spent years looking for ended up just coming home.

And where were you, Mr. Potter? ground out Snape.

Would you believe I ran away to a circus? asked Harry and Snape gave him a death glare as the three other adults exchanged incredulous looks. Harry sighed, I'm not really sure. I spent the past few years that I'm now sure doesn't exist, and after I got run over by a car, I wake up to find myself in my old hometown and healing like ten times faster than I usually do. He pulled up a few images of the notables of his world and his two families and he jimmied the computer to hook up to a television that was in the room.

The first was the last poster of the Flying Graysons, They adopted me and helped me to fit in the circus life. I became one of the fifteen youngest acrobats in the twentieth century. They died in an attempt to flush out a masked hero of sorts who had been taking out a rather dangerous gang of criminals.

Harry switched it to a few photos of Bruce Wayne, the last one was of them together. It was taken after Dick Grayson had won a martial arts competion, and both wore big silly grins and it was one of the few times he had felt really happy with no worries, I became Bruce Wayne's ward soon after my parents' deaths, and was made heir to his company and fortune. In that world Bruce Wayne was the president and CEO of one of the largest pharmaceutical and technological corporations in the world, and he was also an accomplished martial artist, one time illusionist, and the same hero who was being targeted the day my parents died. The photos switched to Batman.

Batman was my mentor, just as he was my father figure in the light of day. I helped him on a very limited basis but I was still targeted as a person who was a worth while enemy in my own right. The accident was caused in part by this. I had been targeted by one of the most feared villains in the universe to become his apprentice and heir. Harry looked away from his audience as he spoke now, A year ago, I had been manipulated into a pre-contractual state to protect my friends from him, but had escaped before anything more could happen. A photo of Slade came up, followed by more of Gothem's finest villains, That night after weeks of planning to go undercover as an associate of a friend of his, he turned it back onto me and I was made his heir in the eyes of everyone in accordance with the universe's crime lords' honor code. It was my reason for my lack of attention. Thus I was hit by a car and woke up in a clinic in Surrey. He felt himself shaking.

Are you okay? asked Weasley. Harry shook his head no'.

I never got a chance to tell Star to take over. To tell Bruce that I had failed him. To tell Clark he was right. God, I walked right into Slade's arms. Harry whispered, it all was sinking in after all his effort to suppress it. He felt cold fury seep in and growled in frustration, If I ever get back home, I'm killing Slade myself. I will gut the asshole and dismantle his organization by dismemberment. He looked up as he realized he had been thinking aloud, only Snape seemed unpeturbed by his bloodthirstiness.

This Slade is the one you are apprenticed to? asked McGonagall. Harry nodded.

Yeah, Slade's got claim on me. Harry pondered this for a second, Wait a second, as Potter, he doesn't. He claimed me as Robin and as Jack Shadow, but not as Richard Grayson, Harry Potter, and Nightwing. I go back as Potter and Nightwing and Slade has no claim and I could still be a Titan and as long as I don't use the identities of Robin and Jack Shadow, Slade will just have to deal with the loss of his heir. Harry grinned with an unfocused evil glint in his eyes, I still can shut the bastard down.

Such focus, one would think you are not related to James Potter. drawled Snape and Harry gave him an odd look.

I'm just the carrier of his name and DNA, my mannerisms tend to follow my adopted mother and my mentor. I have a habit of obsessing over things like this. Slade is one of the very few I just have had trouble profiling, he leaves too much a mystery and at times it's like I'm tracking down myself. Harry shook his head, You guys are teachers and stuff, I don't think you guys really care.

Go on, Mr. Potter. said McGonagall looking interested.

I'm a vigilante and in order for the criminals I help to catch I have to make sure there is enough proof evident for the case to be open and shut. Slade has been careful in all matters but the dealings to obtain me. If I want him put away I need to get him to make mistakes, you know, tie his own noose. Harry frowned, He hasn't done anything illegal to get to me, at least nothing that is illegal yet. All his actions will be grandfathered by the time laws are made against nano tech weaponry and genetic manipulation of minors.

And you can freely travel between here and the world where this Slade lives? asked Snape pointedly. Harry scowled at the floor.

Not yet, but I'll figure out a way. If I could memorize the equations and blue prints for the Apocalyptic Teleporter, then I can figure out how to bridge the gap between this world and the world I love. Harry looked absolutely resolute and even Weasley was a touch frightened by his intensity.

I see. said Snape, If that is the case, you won't mind if we throw a spanner into the works right away. Harry sighed.

Lay it on me scary angry British teacher dude. Snape's left eye twitched and Harry knew that no matter what, annoying Snape was going to be his new hobby. The man just had so many angry faces and he made Harry speculate that there really was a rod stuffed up his butt.

said McGonagall, you are a warlock. said the woman and Harry raised an eyebrow.

Uh, did you sample the magic shrooms, madam? he asked and Snape now looked amused at the look of embarrassed anger on the older woman's face.

she said indignantly and Harry shrugged.

You know the first sign of addiction is denial, right? he asked and now Weasley and Bulstrode were trying to hold in their laughter with Snape. McGonagall just looked p.o.ed.

Now listen, Potter, you are a warlock, just like I'm a witch, and those three are wizards. she said and Harry shook his head.

I can recommend a few twelve step programs and find you a good clinic to detox at. Harry said and Snape was now letting out his booming laughter.

Oh, I am so going to put this in my penscive and charge three knuts per viewing. said the dark man and now McGonagall was giving him the death glare.

Really, Severus, what would Albus say about that? asked the woman in a dangerous voice.

He'd ask if he could get a discount for multiple viewing. answered Snape without missing a beat and sending Weasley and Bulstrode into another fit of laughter.

He would too! exclaimed Weasley and he tried to take deep breaths and calm down. McGonagall sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and refused to look at anyone. Bulstrode recovered and took out a stick that looked to be rather well maintained for a bit of oak.

Vera Verto! he said as he pointed it at a water glass. In an instant it had changed into a hedgehog. Harry looked at it, picked it up and then decided to try. He had no idea what was going on, only that he was sure he could do better than a stick and a few paltry words of bastardized Latin.

He put his hand over another glass and saw in his mind the animal he wanted it to change into, a small cockatrice with red and green coloring. He willed the glass to listen to his wishes and to take on his wish as it's own. He felt that pool of energy that Bruce had taught him about and infused it with the glass and let the crowing and hisses of the small mythical creature sound. He opened his eyes and saw that his softball sized monster was there, talking to him, hissing comments and thanks. It was like magic but it was just like those little things that used to happen to him during times of stress, things that he had learned to control and use to enhance his natural skills.

What you just did is called magic and the way you did it is the sign of a warlock's powers. said Weasley, You are one of the last of a fading section of our culture. Harry was now confused.

Why is this type of thing vanishing? It's as easy a meditation and practice. he said.

It's because we have had to standardize education and with that those who have the potential for being a warlock, sorcerer, or mage are taught that standard before the have the chance to come into their own. A warlock works magic on the basis of will, wishing, and wanting. There are spell structures and theory that you will need to learn, but from what I have read on the subject, intuition will become your greatest strength. You'll also want to study divination and centaur star gazing. said Snape and Harry nodded as he started to accept that there was magic and that his comments about McGonagall's intake of illegal substances was unwarranted. Even if it was funny to watch her slip into a heavy scottish accent when upset.

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(End Chapter Four- All You Thought You Knew)