Title: The Bridge Between Here and Beyond.

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: Was Mild to Medium Salsa, Now is Medium to Hot with a bit of Tabasco Sauce mixed in the Salsa.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Harry Potter, Teen Titans, or any of the DC Comics canon.

Summery: Harry Potter has been chained body and soul to his master for ten years. For him it has been a journey through a dark tunnel and now someone has opened up the other end and he can see the light. But that is no promise that he's going to get free.

Warnings: Mentions of slash, BDSM, non-con, rape, torture, and general depravity from our favorite sorcerer. I'm boosting up the rating for this and what it could lead to. When I started this, I really had no clue that it would lead to this, but there you go. Slade and his friends are squicking me!

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(Chapter Three- It's a Noble Quest to Undertake)

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Slade smiled as he listened to the filibustering of Hermes and Mercurius, identical twin brothers cut of two opposite cloths. But both had always used the same agenda and had the same goals, which was why they had bypassed Chronos and were at the Council at Havengates. The two amused him, which could be why they thought they had a better chance at getting what they wanted from him, rather than from the Congress of Titannian or from the Olympian Hall's leaders, Zeus and his wife Hera, who wasn't a sorcerer, but she was a very powerful invoker and maldictator.

Despite the great arguments coming from Mercurius, Hermes was the brain behind this request though. The fact that Hermes was once the patron god of thieves was no accident, the man had yet to change. Mercurius was by far the more level headed and the more inclined to avoid out right supporting of amoral behaviors in public. No, he was once the patron of business and commerce, and he too was just as ethically challenged as his brother, but he was far more underhanded and subtle. All those who called Olympian Hall home were once trained by Zeus, who was about as straight laced as a sorcerer ever was, excepting his little habit of being a womanizer. It made Slade wonder if being depraved in some way was a requirement to being a sorcerer.

He couldn't think of one sorcerer who was an upright and shinning example of virtue. Chastity, honesty, chivalry, fairness, kindness, mercy, conscientiousness, and law-abiding seemed as if they were dirty words for most of the sorcerers and sorceresses. Slade wasn't the most sinful of the bunch. No, not at all. Oddly, he seemed like an angel compared to Baal, who was a pedophile and who convinced a whole section of the world to kill their children at his whim for hundreds of years. Satanian, a fellow World Controller, was infamous for having a whole world in eternal agony, he even took away the peoples' ability to die. It was Satanian who had the only warlock that never even needed to be threatened in order to grant his master's every whim. Morally challenged was an understatement for DeSade, Satanian's warlock. The man got off on causing pain and even receiving pain as well.

Slade shook his head in exasperation with the twins and just granted them permission to take on the fun of being a World Controller. It was easier than staying awake as Hermes started to tell one of his never-ending stories again. Both hi-fived each other and did some sort of modern version of a victory dance. The boys spent way too much time on the many Earths. Then a thought struck him, aside from that idiot Jesus who was some kind of immortal, they ruled all of creation. A bunch of sadistic, cruel, and powerful people ruled the people of all the worlds. He knew there was a creator, that much was a basic truth to all of the sorcerers, but that the creator was twisted enough to leave them in charge was obscenely funny. He told this to Kali, who was sitting next to him and she laughed at the thought.

Oh, yes. Agreed, the Creator has to be even more sick than us. She paused, Slade, you want to come and have some fun with Shiva and I after this? We're just going to hang out on our Earth, suck up some worship, and try to feel out an trained warlock or two.

You mean feel up. snarked Slade and Kali rolled her eyes.

Duh. Those are the most fun to play with. No fight to get them in bed and after that you can have a full BDSM session that they will get pleasure out of and they will remember only that it hurt and they loved getting hurt. Then watching them as they try to find pleasure in S&M but can't even get pleasure from straight vanilla. Kali closed her eyes and smiled in a very evil way, Yes, the untrained are the best toys.

I don't know, I get quite a fill from the total ownership of my warlock. Slade said with a smirk, The look on his face as I let him remember each and every time I've broken his body then had him, and then the look of total trust an innocence the next day when I've blocked out those memories. It is much more fun for me to see his mind break day after day. Kali laughed at his description.

Ah, yes. I keep forgetting your lovely little angel of death. Kali smiled indulgently, Bring him, force him to violently take the innocence of one of the untrained. Have him torture them then have him get you off. Slade considered it. It did sound like fun.

Maybe he'd have to call Shade off the hunt early.

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Draco was on cloud nine as he showed Harry around the small house that he had just east of Cambridge. Of course small for a Malfoy was equal to a mansion to the rest of the world. He babbled on and on about the enjoyable little antidotes of their mutual past, his jobs as President of M&S, his adopted son, their friend Severus and how the man hated and yet loved teaching, about how Severus's familiar Fawkes play-fought with Peter about sitting the closest to the fireplaces, and even about how they conspired to get rid of Voldemort by poisoning his supper.

Harry smiled and took it all in, happy that Draco was happy. It was an unusual thing for him, but he really did want only Draco's happiness out of life. He was also pleased that as Draco prattled on and on, it was all the information he wanted on his old life. Alexi Draco Malfoy was ten years old and in his first year at Hogwarts a whole year early, the child was excelling in potions and in Defense Against the Dark Arts like his old man (a term that irritated Draco to no end, which amused Harry.) The potions thing was probably due to the summer visits from Severus and all the inadvertent tutoring that happened when you asked the man a question on his passion. Draco knew that Alexi's gift in Defense was due to him now being a blood Malfoy (there was some potion that parents of the adopted children of wizards were allowed to give them to change their genetic code.) All blood Malfoys were gifted in the Dark Arts (probably to make up for the blinding color of their hair, or that's what Harry thought.) All this information was from just the conversation held as Draco showed off the first of five floors of the northernmost wing.

As they finished with the second floor it struck Harry how much Draco talked when excited.

As they were halfway through the third floor Harry concreted forcing calming potions down Draco's throat.

As they finished the fourth floor Harry was pondering how to call for Peter to knock the blond out.

As they were at the top of the stairs to the fifth floor Harry sent a wave of magic into Draco that sent the other to sleep. Harry sighed in relief.

He now knew more about the wizarding world, the histories of each an every work of art in the house, Alexi's sheltered childhood, Peter's love of pickles, and his two best friends' sex lives, which, thankfully, were separate, than he had ever wanted to know.

Ah, I see Draco finally annoyed you enough with his chatter to get you to put him to sleep. came a deep commanding voice with a faint hint of joy mixed into it. Harry looked up to see the man who had been walking with Peter the night he had arrived.

I now know about every date and lesions you have had in the past fifteen years, Severus. Harry said and the man smiled ruefully and shook his head.

That just means he gets to tell Lexi all about the birds and the bees, not me. Severus said as he shoved his long salt and pepper hair behind his ears and into a ponytail. Harry smiled at him.

It's nice to see you in the flesh. The way Draco explained it you were my mentor and teacher in being a warlock then in witchcraft and whatever other magics I know, as well as our friend. I'm just sorry that I can't recall my life before enslavement. I assume the bond I have with my master erased them, or he has the power to take the memories out of my mind. Harry said and Severus looked sad.

If he's a sorcerer, I suspect the later. said Severus and Harry felt himself pale.

He is. Severus's hands clenched at those two words and his face tightened in rage. It took a few moments of the man cursing under his breath and looking a bit panicked as well as angrier than Harry had ever seen anyone, but Severus calmed down.

Does Draco know?

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Emily was still kicking herself as the last adjustments to the Gateway Mirror were made. Magic wasn't the panacea that she had talked herself into thinking it was. Stupidly she forgot that just like some non magical problems had magical solution, some magical problems had non magical solutions. The mirror was done the week after she had that epiphany.

Thankfully she wasn't alone in her mood, Green Lantern was equally angry with himself that he didn't see the solution, it was all too easy to spot.

They were going to use the strings of gravity that free floated between dimensions to open up the gateway and the Mirror could then send a number of them off to trail the disturbance that Peter had left in his wake. Emily was staying behind to monitor the Mirror from their side, but Lantern was going to set up the second Mirror which would be their doorway back to the first Mirror which it was linked to. Flash was going to stay with her, even if she could see that he wanted to go with Lantern, Superman, Hawk Girl, and Shadow, a new Titan who Beast insisted go (Emily could tell the kid was giving the man a hard time.) The kid was fifteen and very independent, he was also the one who cracked the encryption on the old computers of the tower.

Shadow had fashioned himself after the radio show character from the 30's who had used his powers of suggestion, deduction, and ability to blend into the shadows to stop crime. He was a rather scrawny kid, but Emily had seen the tapes from the training rooms. Shadow had even bested for of the more gifted of the new Titans, even if his methods were a bit underhanded. His style reminded the old Titans of the first Robin, as well did his talent for sneaking about and needing to trick the criminals into trusting him and telling him all their plans, under very clever disguises that is.

She watched as Superman, with his streaks of gray along the sides of his head, ruffled the short black curls of the dark gray and ruby red clad Shadow who was holding his black trench coat and black fedora. Green Lantern was smiling as he magically bound the shrunken parts of the second Mirror to himself and Hawk Girl fussed with her mace. A stray spark jumped off of the silver mace and at Shadow who closed his eyes and caught it in a black leather gloved hand. Until Emily had seen him do that for the first time last Tuesday, she was a bit unsure about him being on the mission. Fighting in a training room was nothing like going into the unknown and having to face whole new worlds with wholly different ways of life.

But Shadow had a keen mind and really did understand the principles behind the Mirror, he even had been the one to set up the computers in both Mirrors. Besides Lantern, who had worked with her on the theory for years, it was only Shadow who she now trusted to get her friends back once they crossed to Nightwing's world.

She powered up the Gateway Mirror, the mechanisms were running and the glass was changing into that odd quicksilver that rippled and flashed faint images that none could make out. She turned on the tracer and it was off tracking the trail that Peter used. The signal was strong and in the clear.

Emily gave the all clear as she flipped on the lock and the Mirror's surface was now glowing with energy. The four walked into the liquid and vanished along the path to Nightwing's home.

Flash gave her a hug as she put the machine on standby.

She gave up on being strong and sobbed out all her worries and stress.

She just used an untested portal to new worlds on some of the best friends she had ever had.

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(End Chapter Three- It's a Noble Quest to Undertake)