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: I am getting sick of the GD lack of creative spark in the PG-gen area of HP fan fiction. Every bloody story it starts the same, has the same plot points, and ends with the same unimaginative end! It doesn't help that if there are parings they are always the same- H/Hr, Hr/R, H/G, Hr/D, G/D, or H/D. What is wrong with you people? The main characters are in school for crying out loud! The chances that the brats they see day in day out for seven years are their true loves or soul mates are nil. I beg you, give them messy breakups, kill someone other than Voldemort and Lucius, and focus on their nerousi. Harry is a passive agressive with issues with affection and independence. Draco has a superiority complex and something of an Oedipus complex. Ron has anger management and trust issues, an acute case of arachnophobia, and a fear of being left behind. Hermione is obsessive compulsive and some major problems with failure of any kind. Ginny has problems with being the youngest, lingering abandonment problems left over from the Diary Incident, and a very passive personality. GD it all! They all need meds and to be locked in with a psychiatrist for a few hours a week. They in no way could have healthy relationships with their families, friends, and such, let alone with a war, exams, and graduation coming up! Oh, an get off of the Grecian Mythology. Use Vaudou, Shinto, or even Native American! I bet calling on the loa of love in her Erzulie Dantor form would be a great way to get rid of Voldemort. Heck, I'd like to see Baron Samedi use Hermione for a cheval.

I think I ranted enough. Eh, thanks to Mishap, the only person who reviewed. I'm glad I could convert you to the darker side of DC Cartoons. I'd recommend others of this type, but I can't find any that aren't totally stupid, un-canon-y, or painfully OOC.

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(Chapter Five- What's In A Name [clever ways to fool the world for one.])

Severus Snape could honestly say he was surprised. Not only was the son of James Potter so unlike the dead man that it was astounding, but he somehow began to respect the young man. There was no way around it. Harry Potter was a rather similar soul to his own. Adaptable, creative, and an odd mix between youthful energy and the darkness that only came with becoming your own worst nightmare. The young man was now stretched out on a whole bench of the Hogwarts Express (it was the first of September and thus Albus recommended he take Harry to the castle on the student train), sleeping while cradling a sharpened and freezing boomerang like children held stuffed toys. Thankfully, the young man now had just enough skill to put up a soundproofing shield that held as he slumbered.

It was the first time in two days that he had seen Harry sleep. He and Weasley had escorted him to London and Diagon Alley where the boy submersed himself in their culture and economic system. It only took him two hours after arrival to get lost in Knockturn Alley as well, not that it was a problem. He found him four hours later as the young vigilante was finishing up a deal with Robert Burke, one of the owners of a shop that specialized in questionable materials. It seemed that Mr. Burke was enchanted with the young American pureblood who wanted to get back to his roots. Snape knew that Harry had not reported the extent of his deal with the old man, and he was not going to broach the topic unless both he and Harry were in hot water because of it. After that he had taken the young man to Flourish and Blots to pick up some texts that he would need.

Harry would be learning a condensed version of the first five years of lessons taught at Hogwarts as well as more about his own method of magic. It was to be a program biased on a modified apprenticeship system, where Harry would report to him, get tutorial lessons from himself and others in the evenings, but over all he would be reading and practicing on his own during the day. He would also be expected to help Madame Pince or Mr. Filch when they requested him, as well as Professor Hagrid at times. Eh, that still grated after the six years that half-breed got the blasted job. However, he had to admit, even if it was only to himself and at very rare and emotionally stressing times, that Hagrid did do an adequate job with teaching his subject material.

Harry made a small whimper as the door to the compartment slid open, but the sleeping youth did not wake up. Severus looked over to see a very surprised Draco Malfoy.

Who is he? asked the blonde son of his friend in a quiet voice.

A student who will be training in the magic of warlocks. said Severus in an equally quiet tone. Draco looked floored with the mention of warlocks.

He's a warlock? A real live warlock? asked Draco looking like Christmas had come early.

Yes. He's had no formal education and so his powers have manifested and become rather strong but undisciplined. You'll see him around the school. said Severus.

Draco now looked uncertain, Could I join you? I just really don't want to be tailed by half of Slytherin today and I've already done the prefect thing. Severus sighed. Draco really was his favorite student and he understood the need to get away.

Of course. Just don't wake him, he needs the sleep. Draco nodded and pulled a paperback out of his robe's large pockets. It was on the muggle topic of psychological propaganda, a very useful subject for the boy. He was planning on taking over the Malfoy family businesses as soon as he was able and going into politics as well. Draco had nothing but pure ambition to out do his tyrannical father. It was Lucius's one failing, he was a great friend but a rather poor excuse for a father.

Severus watched the scenery as Draco read, and both didn't notice that Harry had woken up and was on his computer. Severus looked over and Harry was sitting in a lotus position typing away and looking rather drawn.

Is something the matter? asked Severus in his normal cool tones. Harry growled.

Yes. Bulstrode won't sell my lands in Cornwall. Something about them being a national treasure. I told him that if your government wants to put up a landmark and all that b.s. then they have to bid on the land like any other. Just because that Moldiedifed or whatever tried to kill me there, they want to preserve that death trap of a house. Tell me, what is there to be preserved of a burned out shell of a shack? Harry glared at his computer screen. Draco looked surprised but very amused.

Bulstrode is your parents' old litigator, you just might want to remind him of that. said Severus and Harry sighed.

I did. But the man said that it was by order of the Ministry of Magic, whatever that means.

It's a branch of the national government that deals with purely magical affairs. answered Draco. Harry gave him an appraising look then looked back at his computer.

So where does the government get off telling me I can't sell my land? I don't want to keep it, but I sure as heck won't make a profit off of it. Draco gave Harry a speculative look then turned to Severus.

Could my father suggest to Fudge to let him sell his property? Or are their other things to consider? asked Draco of Severus.

Maybe. But I'm not sure that you want to deal with the fallout of your father defending his rights at your behest. said Severus.

asked Draco, but Harry had caught on.

My name is Harry Potter and allying yourself with me even if I have yet to actually declare political allegiances could be detrimental to your health. Harry smirked at the dumbfounded look on Draco's face.

But I thought your family had reported you kidnapped and dead. Harry raised an eyebrow.

I'm dead? Why doesn't anyone inform me of details like that? I can use that to my advantage. Harry smirked and started in on his computer again.

What are you doing? asked Severus. Harry gave him a brilliant grin.

Becoming Nathan Ryan Blacksmith, only son of Jason Blacksmith and Rebecca Blacksmith nee. Potter, the youngest sister of James Potter, who because she was a squib left home for the States and was married to her farmer husband. I grew up in Nebraska, have a history of running away and not getting along with the rest of my family, and this time my folks have decided to just let me go. I changed my name to Bryan Samuel Sunseeker in Miami, Florida. I also got a passport and a ticket on a cruise ship, and have vanished in the Caribbean. I was found in Dover by an unnamed wizard who knew James and Lily Potter nee. Evans and taken to the Potters' barrister. Mr. Bulstrode performed several magical tests and found out that since I do possess the capabilities to wield magic and am the only blood relative to the Potter family with that talent, I now am the head of the Potter family and all that the title entails. Harry explained. Draco was laughing now.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant move. Draco praised him and Harry smirked.

It is, isn't it?

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Harry, no, the once Nathan Blacksmith, now Bryan Sunseeker, stood in the shadows as he watched the sorting with his teacher, Professor Snape. The man provided the amusing, insightful, and very disrespectful commentary on each who tried the hat on as well as on the notable faces that dotted the room. Professor McGonagall finished with the list of first years, as they were called and he followed Professor Snape to the dais upon which the teachers and staff sat.

This is Mr. Bryan Sunseeker, who will be studying wizardry as well as other magics under my watch. He will also be serving as aide to the staff and as such will have all the powers a Head Boy is treated to. He also has permission to oversee any detentions he may see fit to give, and as such I wouldn't be surprised if any number of you end up as his guinea pig while he studies healing, potions, or any other topics. It would be in your best interest to afford him the same respect you do to any of the staff. Snape said and Bryan scowled.

Just go an whip out the baby photos too, why don't you. he muttered. Snape glared at him.

What did you say? he asked in a low tone, both forgot about the crowd.

You just alienated me from a whole freaking school, you bellowing bat. snarled Bryan.

I am your master of your education and I will do as I see fit, impudent brat. growled out Snape, his stance becoming combative. This caused Bryan to revert to his training and get into a defensive stance while taking a step away from the man.

What you just did was kill my social life! shouted Bryan, I left home because of worse reasons than that.

If you feel the need, don't let me stop you. snarled Snape and Bryan frowned.

What happened to I'm going to turn you into the strongest warlock and mage in this century,'? Bryan shot back.

Which do you want? To run away again like the coward we all can see that you are, or to become more powerful than a god? asked Snape while pulling out his wand. Bryan reached behind his back and pulled out a small silvery rod and a grappling gun. The rod expanded as he transferred it to his right hand and he held it out defensively.

I want to run, but you know I'm going to stay. I just won't put up with your irrational rules. growled Bryan. Snape sneered at him.

Prove it, prove you are worthy of my respect. He sank into a half crouch and fired off a curse. Bryan didn't wait to hear what it was, he used his bo staff to catapult himself over Snape and land in a crouch behind him. He used his staff then to try to trip Snape but the man avoided the blow to his calves and fired off another curse that hit the stone floor and made vines shoot out and try to capture the young acrobat who used his grappling gun to fly up into the charmed rafters. Bryan then thought about his powers, the ones he was supposed to be learning.

He knew he couldn't do much of the spell work he had read about, but he knew that maybe he could use the instinctual things, like shielding and instant transport. He looked down, peering around the large beams that shielded him from his attacker. Snape was still firing curses, but getting creative, trying to ricochet the beams of light. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his favorite birdarang, it was just sharp and very accurate. Robin willed the rod to shrink, he used to think that it was a cutting edge of alien technology, but in the end he figured out the truth. Superman had given him a staff made of a very tough but light metal, but it was just a staff. Robin had willed it to be the magical staff it was, his first bit of true warlock magic that he controlled. He tucked the staff back into the waistband of his kaki jeans and focused with closed eyes.

He opened them and saw he was kneeling under the staff table, perfect, so long as no one points him out. He quickly detached the grappling hook from the gun and attacked the birdarang in it's spot. He adjusted the wings so it would act like a bolo and then let it fly. In no time Snape was wrapped up like a roast, and surprised but angry. Bryan darted out from his place and snatched his wand before the man could dispel the cord.

So, did I win? he asked as he unwrapped the seething man. It was at that point McGonagall started screeching bloody murder and the rest of the hall followed suit. Snape rolled his eyes.

So, you figured out that transporter skill? he said in a low tone. Bryan nodded, Get us out of here and I won't hurt you for using that blasted gun thing. Bryan smirked and laid his hand on Snape's arm. In the blink of an eye the vanished.

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Do you think anyone will bother pulling any stunts with me? asked Harry. Severus laughed and took a drink of his ale.

No, no one would dare. he said in a very satisfied tone. Harry grinned.

Good, Bulstrode told me that my name only came up in his conversations with the Ministry after I told him about my new identity and that the background check he had performed for me was flawless. So all the loose ends are tied up, and Draco's father can in fact defend my rights to sell off that godforsaken shell of a house and the very valuable land it sits on. I'll owe the man a favor, but I'm sure it all will come to a good end. Harry declared. Severus nodded.

Just be careful. Lucius may be my best friend, but he is still a conniving snake when it comes to business. Not to mention he does wear the Mark with pride. Draco is still on the fence, until Voldemort does something that impresses the jaded child.

You mean other than resurrection? Harry commented in a sardonic tone. Severus shrugged.

He is very jaded.

Harry finished his beer and looked at Severus, I need to go to the American Embassy and get new papers. You want to stay here or do you want to come and revel in the joys of beaurocratsy? Severus made a face.

I think I'll stay here and get pissed. he responded and Harry sighed.

No fair. I'll be by to pick you up. Stay here okay, even if the barkeep cuts you off. Severus scowled.

How old do you think I am? he said in a condescending tone.

You are a forty year old school teacher who I know has needed to get plastered for about twenty years. Harry said with a serious look, I just don't want to have to bail you out of jail.

Sure, sure. Go, revel in the glorious maze of paperwork that is your embassy. He said with a dismissing wave of his hand and Harry left him to get sodding drunk on his own.

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(End Chapter Five- What's In A Name)