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: Eh, I still feel kind of bad for ranting on like I did. Sorry.

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(Chapter Six- Like A Boulder Thrown In A Pond)

Lucius opened the letter that was flooed to him from Malfoy Manor by Narcissa. It was from Severus, with two other notes included. One was from his son, and the other was from someone both his son and Severus felt that he could help. It certainly did speak volumes in the young man's favor that both a Snape and a Malfoy were impressed with him. Severus's letter was short, slightly sardonic, and like lyrical acid to Lucius's ego, but the man in question only had one insult in the letter. Severus called his student a reprobate' which was probably the least insulting that Lucius had ever heard of Severus being.

Draco on the other hand almost waxed lyrical about young Bryan and his charms. But it was the letter from Bryan himself that convinced Lucius of the benifits of helping the young warlock and reluctant and irrevernt head of the once great Potter family. He wanted to get rid of his holdings in Truro, lands his uncle and aunt bought to get away from the old family property in the Welsh area of Merthyr Tydfil. He really had no wish to maintain the place where his mother's brother died, nor did he care about the fact it was the place Voldemort first fell. He thought it was a bunch of rot and really did not like the way his mother had just forgotten about her roots. He came off as politically indifferent on the subject of muggles and muggle-born, as well as uncaring of who had power in Great Britain, so long as they left him alone.

Lucius watched the fire burn as he fingered the bleached paparus that Mr.Sunseeker used. It was a good back up plan. Once Sunseeker was finished learning how to be a warlock and mage, the young man would be very powerful and visable in the wizarding world. He seemed to like Draco as a friend, and Draco saw him as a friend as well. Lucius had no doubt that Draco would become a great leader and a very skilled head of the family. If Sunseeker was as loyal to Draco as Draco was loyal to him, then the world was in for a change (after all, it was a given that once a Malfoy pledges friendship, they stick to their friends come hell or high water.) Not even Voldemort would be able to stand in the new generation's way.

Getting his cloak, Lucius sighed, he had to go see the Minister about a house.

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Bryan was inundated with books. He had to be, each book held important information on what he was, but alone they were worthless. Together they made up the most complete user guide to warlock magic ever. Severus had determined that until he mastered being a warlock, then learning wizardry would be pointless. As such he was being beaten into the ground every night to teach him how to just slip into his powers and listen to his instincts, and he was not allowed to use his acrobatics and weaponry, even if they were magicly enhanced.

Yes, Severus was right and he was making progress, but still he just wanted to whine and cry about how unfair it all was. Draco came to see him when he could and tried to cheer him up, but mostly he just tried to compile the information from the fifty books into coherent notes and maybe a book while he was at it. To make things worce, his beloved computer didn't work. As soon as he set foot upon Hogwarts' grounds the machine fizzled and stopped working. Draco found out why, but not how to counter it. All the books on the subject hinted at the fact a warlock's brand of magic might be of more use than wizardry.

It made sense, but it still sucked donkey bits. Wizardry was basied on transformation by particle manipulation, wands and the words used helped a person focus on the end result and subliminally connect to the subject of the spell. Through that connection the person's magic started rearanging the subject. Arts like Transfiguration, Charms, Anceint Runes, and Arithmancy fell into the relm of wizardry because they all dealt with causing change. It was the reason why some spells created puffs of smoke; it was the extra matter escaping. Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Herbology, and Astronomy were where the witchcraft part of Hogwarts' name came in. All five were arts linked to nature and the spiritual energies that everyone could tap into, besides witchcraft was all about observation and the care of all creation.

A warlock's magic was indeed baised on will and wishing. The old fairy godparents, genies, and wishing wells every kid used to read about were warlocks or created from warlocks who ignored their gifts. As such it used a method of chaneling that needed a clean slate when it came to magical theory. It also had a lot of mythology and prophesy mixed in the texts, mostly as examples, and at other times to confuse the reader. It really didn't help that most texts were in dead languages that Bryan had never even heard of, let alone studied. While Latin was something Bruce had thought was good to learn, Aramaic was not. Nor was Pheonisian, Cretian, Sandskrit, Egyptian hyrogylphs, and Cuniform. There were even Mayian, Incan, and Aztec books that he'd have to translate, or have translated.

Snape was at least conversational in about half of the languages and was teaching him them by utter submersion. He found out the hard way that there were spells to translate every word in English that you read into whatever dead language you wanted to learn, as well as alterations for hearing as well. Snape had cast them on him one night as he passed out in bed and for the next two weeks he had only seen and heard Sumerian words and Cuniform words. It was rough going, but he definatly learned the language quickly. Every morning started with trying to figure out if he was under a language spell, a drill on the languages he was learning, a casting of a shield or enhancement to a mundane object, and then he could get ready for the meal at the great hall.

At breakfast he either sat with someone from the staff who would chat about politics or some safe topic, or Draco and animatedly debate on traditional issues, social taboos, politics, magical theory of warlocks compared to wizardry and witchcraft, and a number of other topics. A few times they had stirred the entire Slytherin house into day long debates on muggles and science versus wizards and magic or restricted and nonrestricted curses. The fact that murder earned less jail time than casting a curse really stirred up Bryan, who was used to murders being exicuited or sent to penitenturies for life. The issues around that alone caused Bryan to really start asking more questions about the media and how much control the government had over it. The fact that only one newspaper existed and was trusted even if it was blatently controlled really made Bryan angry. He bringing in several muggle papers all from the same day to illustrate his points, and the Slytherins then the Ravenclaws started questioning the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic. It also made the more elitist purebloods question the views of their parents who were anti-muggle.

During the Christmas holiday he had owls coming in every day from most of the students and their parents, asking questions, inviting him to gatherings, and either telling him to shut up or keep asking the big questions. Professor Snape was amused with the developments, helped him buy enough dress robes and gifts, then sent him off to the wolves. During the day he was being drilled harder than ever, and at night he was debating on human rights, freedom of the press, and many other issues. He was thankful that he had managed to drag Draco with him, just to have a friend who kind of knew how to navigate in the wizard's version of high society. The blond wasn't much help in the debates, after all, he was typically the opposing arguer.

The Malfoy family had a rather large party on Chrismas Eve and Draco demanded that Bryan attend and stay the night. As he arived and met Draco's parents, for the first time in a long time that Robin's intuitive alarm bells were going off. He started taking in every detail, trying to figure out where the problem was. As soon as he was shown his room by Draco he started pulling weapons out of his bag and putting them on. Draco was stunned.

What's wrong? he asked looking worried.

I'm getting a bad feeling, like I've just walked into one of Slade's traps. he responded automaticly, not thinking. Draco caught it.

Who's Slade? he asked in a very serious tone, glaring at Bryan.

A big bad bully who I'm going to kill. Bryan said seriously, Don't ask anymore, Draco. You know I don't keep you out unless it would hurt us both if you knew. Draco gave him a sad look.

Yes. I know. I should keep my wand ready? he asked. Bryan nodded then went back to his bag. He put two objects into Draco's hands. One was a knife in an sheath for the lower arm, the other a small round device with a black T' on the front and a small protrusion on the top. Bryan held another device up.

This is a communicator, you flip it open like this,he demonstrated, And hit this button to contact me. he hit the button and the T' on the one in Draco's hand flashed red and beeped in a simple tune, It can either do that, or hit this button to put it on vibrator. again he demonstrated it. Now this button activates the tracking beckon. Draco mimiced him and Bryan was satified that he got the gist of it.

What's the range on this? asked Draco. Bryan smiled.

From here to Johanessburg, South Africa. he was obviously proud of the bit of technology and Draco had to admit that everything that his friend had intodused him to had limits that were far beyond magic and self-contained as well. One didn't have to be a future mage to use his toys, as he lovingly refered to his technological wonders. It was the one thing that was forsing him to rethink his ideas of muggles, so long as one had the money or intellegence, one could live in opulence, in total control, and connected to the world at all times. Besides, the video games and music were just awesome.

Draco strapped the knife on his left arm and practiced pulling it out, it was flawless and he could tell by the glint of the blade that Bryan had enhanced it with his warlock castings, What did you do to the blade? asked Draco in a curious tone. Bryan smiled.

You know you are the only one I know who can still tell when I've spelled an object or not. he mused and Draco gave him an unchartoristic grin.

I've got a special power too then. Now tell me.

It should stay sharp, get cleaned everytime you put it in it's sheath, and it can be poisoned or not according to your needs at the time. Bryan closed his eyes then grinned, Oh, yeah. Close your eyes and picture a sword. It doesn't matter what kind. Draco closed his eyes and envisioned a curved scimitar, the knife started to grow heavy and the balence changed. Draco opened his eyes as his grip shifted to two handed. The knife was now a replica of the sword he saw with his mind's eye.

How? What? Draco stammered, not taking his eyes off the blade.

My bo is the same way now, it turns into a pike, javalin, lance, or any staff like weapon I will it to. I created that knife to be the same way. Merry Christmas.

This is for me? Draco asked looking surprised and very happy, Bryan nodded. Draco shifted the knife back to it's origanal form and sheathed it. Bryan was about to leave the room when Draco tackled him in a hug shouting thank you and grinning madly.

You are the best friend and gift giver I know! he said exuberently and Bryan looked up, they were at the feet of a very amused looking Mrs. Malfoy.

Uh, hiya, Mrs. Draco's Mom Lady. Bryan said, getting a laugh from the blonde beauty and an embaressed flush from Draco.

Hello, Mr. Sunseeker. I see you've just given my little Snapdragon a gift he loves. she said as she looked down at the two young men.

Uh, yeah. I kind of forgot it was my Christmas Gift to him and I never did figure out that gift wrapping thing. Narcissa raised an eyebrow as Draco pulled Bryan up.

You didn't figure out how to use tape and paper? she asked. Bryan shook his head.

Nah, got that method down pat. But Professor Snape said I had to wrap the gifts using only my warlock casting gift thingy. I just can't figure it out though. So I'm thinking I'm going to just shift a few socks into gift bags tonight. Bryan frowned, Professor Snape is coming tomorrow, right? asked Bryan. Narcissa smiled.

Severus is indeed coming. Bryan grinned.

Brilliant! Draco, did I show you what I got him? Draco's face lit up.

Nope, but knowing you it is something highly inappropirate, dangerous, or illegal in more than a few countries. Bryan nodded and even Narcissa looked interested. Bryan pulled out of his bag a small black velvet covered chest with a square of glass embedded on the top. He opened the silver oborous shaped lock and it became a bottle and box filled corner of drugs and many types of spirits. Draco laughed but Narcissa commented first.

He'll absolutely adore it.

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That night, Bryan ended up wearing semi-formal muggle fashions to the dinner party, after a shouting match with Draco over the whole robes versus a suit issue. He really thought the whole thing was silly, and won by showing that he could hide and access more weaponry with the black suit than with the robes. It was a simple black wool three peice suit with a vibrant green shirt and tie and small bits of gold jewlery to accent it. While he did stand out against the robe wearing Malfoys and their friends, he knew he looked good and he could already see Draco trying to figure out how he was going to get his own suit.

But other than that, the evening was dull. Nothing but small talk and insipid conversations about topics he thought were a waste of time to think about, let alone talk about for hours on end. In the end he, Draco, and Draco's father ended up talking about marketing and other business related topics. At least both Malfoys could use their brains for higher level thinking and mildly amusing wit.

Draco was pulled out of their conversation by his grandmother who had a wonderful young witch he just had to meet.' Bryan started to feel uneasy as Lucius steered him to the empty study where the man spelled the door shut, locked, and cast a privacy ward around the room.

Mr. Sunseeker, I'd really like to know why you feel the need to hide your identiy in my house without telling me. he asked in a low dangerous voice. Bryan's eyes widened, he blinked several times, and hit his communicator's contact button twice.

Uh, how'd you figure it out? he asked. Lucius looked like the cat who was barbequeing the canary.

It was simple, Mr. Sunseeker, or should I say Mr. Potter. The house itself cannot abide a person using trickery on the family, even if your plan was almost flawless. Bryan sighed at Lucius's words.

Well, your son knows, I really don't care if Mrs. Malfoy knows, Professor Snape knows. Just as long as you don't get the suicidal urge to go rat me out to that Moldy Warts dude, I don't care. I'm gonna trust you, sir. But between me and Draco, I really hope you make the right choice. At that moment Draco came in with his weapon in a rapier form.

Father, I really do hope you and Bryan have been having a nice conversation. he drawled as he came to Bryan's side, who was now standing with his bo out and in a pike form.

We were just finishing a talk about my name issues. I hope you didn't leave anyone important to come to my aide. he said in careful tones. Draco smiled.

No, you saved be from drowning in boredom. Draco said and Bryan grinned.

Happy to be of service.

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(End Chapter Six- Like A Boulder Thrown In A Pond)