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 donÂ'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 heÂ's going to get free.

Warnings: Mentions of slash, BDSM, non-con, rape, torture, and general depravity from our favorite sorcerer. IÂ'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!

A/N: Sigh IÂ've just finished the crappiest week of this year. When I agreed to transfer from aiding in Resource LD (ADHD, dyslexia, ESL, ect.) to Mild Mental Disabilities (Downs Syndrome, light to medium autism, mental retardation in itÂ's many forms and other mental disabilities) I was thinking okay, IÂ've worked with them before (an hour a day teaching reading comp. for AR testing) no problem, besides that means more hours! This was the first week of school, and IÂ'm sure now I really need a way to de-stress. The six kids are mentally from 2 years to 4, mentally speaking, and only one is in full command of English( but she has an attitude problem in the extreme that I fear is enforced at home.) The rest are semi-cooperative but because they have difficulties in communication, get frustrated and take it out on others, themselves, objects in the classroom, or me. The worst part is, I care. I really do feel some kind of love for each of them, want to be there, want to help them, wish I could cast some spell to just heal them. Hugs, reading to them, and being there just doesnÂ't seem like enough some days.

It also doesnÂ't help that one of my students from resource last school year seems to be having trouble getting along with students in his class and hangs out with me on the playground as I watch over my students this year. All I can do for him is talk with him, listen, and pray that he makes a real friend. I care about him too.

IÂ'm really peeved and saddened that my petition for residency was denied today and I have to wait another year to be considered instate, in-county to get the lower rates on my tuition for school. So, another year of just getting twelve credits, being kicked off my parentsÂ' insurance, and only getting one semesters worth of credits this year. Sorry, but I needed to get that off my chest, and give you guys a good reason for why this chapter might be odder than normal.

I have to give a big thank you to my reviewers, you really do cheer me up and keep me going. I-Shave-Clowns, thanks for putting up that new chapter, depressing stories really do have a way of making me smile. Other good news- Gravitation 6! I found it at the local comic store today and I loved it. Suichii really has a way of making me laugh with his pure idiocy. And I just adore KÂ's fetish with guns and terrorizing people with them. :)

Sorry again about the long note... If you are actually reading this, thank you for listening to me whine. I do love my job, or at least thatÂ's what I keep telling myself in the mornings. Just kidding, I do love it.

(Chapter Six- Keeping the Keeper)

Draco found himself very confused and worried as the strange man in green muttered under his breath about dark destruction forces and their need to just ditch him when the going got tough. It was Alexi who spoke up first though.

Â"Okay, whomever has taken over Green Lantern, explain.Â" he said in his young, but in a very commanding Malfoy voice. Draco wondered if he came off like that when he was eleven, or if he sounded like a spoiled brat. The man smiled at him.

Â"I am the Spirit of Rebirth, young spellbinder.Â" said the man and Alexi sighed.

Â"I understood that much, IÂ'm not an idiot. I have read stories of the recreation and reconciliation.Â" said the child and the man sighed.

Â"From the dark mageÂ's books no doubt.Â" said the man and Alexi nodded.

Â"Uncle Severus has a number of odd books that IÂ've looked at from time to time.Â" Draco gave Alexi a stern look.

Â"Now, I know Severus has a no touching policy with his personal library, young man. When did you get to look a those Â'odd booksÂ'?Â" he said in his best parental tone. Severus really did have a good reason for his books being locked away, many were cursed or dangerous in other ways. One had to be trained in several forms of magic to even begin to look at the covers without fearing for your very life. Alexi had the grace to look embarrassed.

Â"Well, you see Dad... Er, am I in trouble? Just donÂ't ground me, I mean this phase of creation is on the cusp of ending and the new one is beginning... ItÂ'd be kind of stupid to ground me at a time like this, right?Â" Alexi stammered and Shadow laughed at his nervousness in the face of a stern daddy getting ready to punish him for doing something stupid.

Draco sighed, Â"Alexi, IÂ'm going to need a few hours to think about a suitable punishment for endangering your life like that and betraying your Uncle SeverusÂ's trust in such an idiotic and a manner so contrary to out family values. Now, Spirit of Rebirth, please to explain why you and that other felt the need to possess our friends and why the creation of the Gateway Mirror is the start of the end of this phase of existence.Â"

Â"Yes, that.Â" The spirit grimaced, Â"Well, there are rules for us spirits and one is that we may only possess those who know of us, of the event which tips the balance, and welcomes our spirits. These two were our only two options, this man knew of us, knew of the event, and this one welcomed me just as the Spirit of Destruction was welcomed by that other. Each cycle is part of a forty phase sequence which will end with the Reconciliation. This is phase five, soon to end and bring about phase six.

Â"My job is to take the cream of the crop of this phase, or rather those who I take a shine to, and place them in the second highest tier for the next phase, but first I need to find the keeper of the bridge between the moral realms and the beyond who will help me break the seal on the old reigning class, transfer the positions, and seal the new reigning class. Until I find him, she, it, or whatever incarnation the blasted keeper took this time, this whole thing is on hold. Destruction might assist me, but really heÂ's focused on the way the most devastation can be wrought on the old reigning class and whatever theyÂ've done.

Â"The worst part is, the keeper likes to live full and interesting lives. Meaning I canÂ't just look for folks who just appeared out of thin air, but folks who were born into this phase. He wonÂ't even recall that heÂ's the keeper until I set the new staff that he will enchant himself into his hands while whispering some stupid password three times. He thinks itÂ's all just great fun and games to have me do this.Â" the spirit looked very teed-off now, and all could understand why, even if two of their number already liked the keeper guy just from that unflattering description.

Alexi and Shadow shared a smile and both scratched the catÂ's head as it purred between them, Â"So, he could even be a tree or a animal?Â" asked Shadow and the spirit groaned.

Â"DonÂ't remind me. Once he was a tortoise that I couldnÂ't find for a hundred fifty of your years. He had a real big laugh at that. He would become some rare fungus in a very hard to navigate rain forest or bacteria that only grows in a geyser on some far away and hard to reach mountain just to spite me.Â" said the spirit with a scowl.

Â"Sounds like a difficult person.Â" said Superman. The spirit laughed.

Â"Yes, but I really do like him. Once he tried to convince me to pick based on whether or not IÂ'd be attracted to their physical charms. We ended up ushering in an age of perverts, nymphomaniacs, and rampant promiscuity.Â" the spirit smiled fondly then frowned and closed his eyes, Â"Do you know a dark haired man with green eyes. This person has memories of someone who fits the keeperÂ's personality in almost every form.Â"

Â"ThatÂ's Harry!Â" exclaimed Draco.

Â"Yeah, it has to be Nightwing.Â" said Hawk Girl, Â"When he got into a mood, he would be just as bad as that keeper you described.Â"

Â"Good. Hopefully this time I wonÂ't have to search far and wide.Â"

Â"You might.Â" said Superman and everyone looked at him, Â"NightwingÂ's a sorcererÂ's warlock, bond and sealed off from us. The sorcerer is the High Sorcerer of some council too, and might start to recognize him for what he is. We were meeting here to start to try to figure out how to free him, but it might be impossible.Â" he said with a grave face and a sad voice. The spirit nodded.

Â"I see. If I or Destruction get involved then this High Sorcerer will know why we are after the keeper.Â" the spirit looked concerned, Â"The keeper is in grave danger by just being a warlock, the power that this corrupt reigning order has over them is abhorrent. This order was not as bad when I first chose them, but this is the first time IÂ'm really regretting my picks.Â" he shook his head and put his chin into his hand.

Harry groaned and sagged in his bonds. His master had his magic closed to him and was still pouring in the wretched and vivid memories of all the times he had been raped or worse by his master or his masterÂ's friends. He always did this just before another session of sexual torture and pain. This time he was told that the memories would stay and that he would continue to be a good little slave or he would be the direct cause of the deaths of his other group of forgotten friends. Yes, his master would force him to go and slaughter the Justice League and Titans.

He opened his eyes to the blood stained room of one of his masterÂ's friendÂ's, the sorcerer and World Controller, Satanian. It was just the second part of his five part punishment for daring to befriend a target and to try to avoid the call. It was SatanianÂ's warlock who scared him most of all. The man looked as human as he was, but was taking pure joy from hurting him and others in the most private and damaging ways.

It was for his friends that his master had kept him young, prefect skinned, pale, long haired, and all around pretty. They all loved it when the great High Sorcerer put out the invite for the use of him, and they all were in some ways worse than his master was. At least his master was constant and really preferred to degrade him, as opposed to the weird and often painful stuff the other sorcerers wanted.

As of now he was alone, the silence was oddly depressing. He was so used to moans, whimpers, groans, and most of all screams; the stillness was anticipatory and seemed to be waiting for something evil to happen. He couldnÂ't even hear his breathing, and he could feel his raspy gasps for oxygen. Something was wrong. Something was dead wrong.

Then he heard it, soft strains of a new song. Just whispers, but still stirring his soul and summoning what little power he still had to heal him. Two voices intertwined, melodious in a creepy way.

{I sing the body electric,

{I celebrate the me that is to come.

[I sing the body electric,

[I glory in the glow of rebirth.

It was almost a chant, just those two lines. But the magic they invoked was so pure and cleansing that Harry felt like he should hide from it. How could that magic survive touching his defiled body and his shattered soul. But it called to him, he whispered along with it, Â"I sing the body electric, I celebrate the me that is to come. I sing the body electric, I glory in the glow of rebirth.Â" Those words reverberated in him echoing and healing him from the soul out to the mind, then out to the whole of his body. He chanted them with the singers, alternating between the lines, singing louder and louder to harmonize with the voices. Just as he reached perfection Slade entered with Satanian behind him, both looking murderous.

Slade backhanded him and pressed a knife to his throat.

Â"HeÂ's the one we need to keep away from the spirits.Â" said Satanian with a angry look at Harry who was confused.

Â"Why do you think IÂ've been seeking him since his birth? All know that I took it upon myself to track the soul of the keeper of the bridge. It was the whole reason we created the warlock system, to ensnare the keeper and then ensure that he would never bring about the end of this age.Â" Slade said and pressed the knife in a bit closer, drawing blood with the razor sharp blade made for living blood sacrifices by men, Â"Yes, my slave, you were the whole cause of the entrapment of hundreds of souls and their corruption. ItÂ's all for you. IsnÂ't that an honor? Well?Â" Harry closed his eyes as he saw the violent gleam in the normally cool eyes.

Â"No.Â" whispered Harry and he heard SatanianÂ's rumbling chuckle.

Â"No? IÂ'd be flattered if I were you kiddo. Slade cared so much about the job that you gave him, that heÂ's willing to do anything to prevent the next order of rulers.Â" said the sadistic sorcerer, Â"Like last time you picked a pretty form too, a lovely little girl-child which gave me a longing for younger flesh.Â"

Harry had no clue what was going on, but he feared that the two were telling the truth, but he couldnÂ't really remember past the first time he awoke in his masterÂ's care. He also knew that it had been the singing of the healing chant which triggered the response. That chant identified him as someone they knew from the past, someone who could pick forms, but that made no sense. He would never have chosen this body, he would have chosen some imperfect form with obvious flaws that were repulsive to all. Anything to keep out of the hands of his master and his friends.

As his master stepped back and gave Satanian the order to prevent speech in him by whatever means, Harry started trying to sing for power again.

(End Chapter Six- Keeping the Keeper)

One last note: The Body Electric is from the movie Fame. I donÂ't own it, but it is the theme song for the rest of this. It struck me as very fitting for the rest of this story.