"What can you tell us, J'onn?" A certain man in a bat themed costumed asked his colleague, the rest of the founding members of the Justice League standing nearby as they waited for information.

Fifteen minutes before they had all been in the middle of their weekly meeting when there was a sudden flash of light followed by a body landing on their meeting table. After the initial reaction to a potential attack they realized that the body was a teenager who was in bad condition, if his far too thin form and blood splattered clothes were any indication. So they quickly moved him to the Watchtower's infirmary and hooked him up to an IV to keep the clearly starving boy from getting worse, ready to use some of their more advanced tech if needed.

Now they were trying to figure out who he was and how he got on a satellite station orbiting the Earth. Seeing as he had no ID and was unconscious, their best option was to have their best telepath, J'onn J'onzz, look into his mind to find out what they needed.

The martian was standing over the teen, looking at him intently. Finally he relaxed, though his shoulders slumped slightly, something that worried the others slightly. "First of all, he is not a threat to us, though I recommend moving him to a higher security room in case he reacts badly to waking up in an unfamiliar place and his abilities flare up."

"He's a meta then?" John Stewart asked.

"In a manner of speaking. It would be best if we discuss the rest of what I found out with some members of the League with further expertise so they can help clear some things up. I know Constantine is on the station at the moment, so we should gather him, Doctor Fate and Zatanna for a meeting." J'onn told them.

"So whatever did this to him, it is related to magic." Wonder Woman said, her face slightly hard. Seeing a boy no older than sixteen in such a state had her ready to head out and cause rather grievous harm to whoever had done it.

"Yes. Which reminds me, we should bring Raven from the Titans up as well. She might have some insight." J'onn continued.

Flash nodded. "I'll go look for the other three and tell them to head to the meeting room while somebody contacts Raven and moves the kid." Without waiting for confirmation he sped off.

A half hour later everybody was gathered in the meeting room. Constantine was slouching in his seat between Zatanna and Doctor Fate and smoking a cigarette, much to Zatanna's annoyance. Raven sat beside Zatanna with the rest of the Titans gathered behind her, having all decided to join in, which J'onn, as the one organizing the meeting, decided was alright.

Once the last of the participants was seated J'onn began. "Thank you for coming. We have a situation which, being the primary magic users of the League, you have experience and knowledge to assist us with."

Constantine took a drag of his cigarette. "What made you think you needed all three of us to consult?"

Raven piped up in her normal soft monotone. "And why did you call for me? I'm not a member of the League."

"A rather significant event occurred less than an hour ago. This event was mystical in origin. This meeting isn't only so you can advise us on what happened and what, if anything, to do going forward, but also to inform you so you are aware." J'onn said.

"Less than an hour ago…?" Doctor Fate asked. "There was a rather significant surge of power that was felt throughout the globe by those sensitive to magic in that time frame. Are you saying this is related?"

"More than likely." J'onn said.

Shayera was looking impatient. "Could you get on with it, J'onn? What's going on, and how is it related to the kid?"

"Very well." The martian turned towards the room at large. "Tell me, is anybody familiar with the town of Silent Hill, Maine?"

Everybody turned to look at each other, shrugging. The only one who seemed to have an inkling as to what J'onn was talking about was Doctor Fate.

"I had heard something about it many years ago." The helmeted magician said slowly, drawing everybody's attention to him. "About twenty years ago a mysterious fog enveloped the town. Nobody knows what it is or does, but nobody was ever heard from in the town afterwards. Several people and organizations investigated, including MaCUSA, the magical government of the US for wand wavers and those affiliated with them. Many people were sent in with monitoring systems both magical and mundane attached. None returned, and all the monitoring methods simply went dead shortly after entering the fog. Soon afterward, the fog spread to another nearby town, though the name escapes me, and the entire area enveloped by the fog was declared off limits. The fog has persisted since then, never dissipating even for a moment. The only thing known about it is that it is magical in origin."

Everybody was silent, taking that in, though Beast Boy let out a quiet 'Duuude…'. Then J'onn resumed the meeting. "I can tell you what caused the fog." When everybody looked at him in interest he dropped his bombshell. "A cult in the town of Silent Hill managed to summon a Fallen Angel, Samael, to the town. The fog was his domain, and it was spreading."

The effect was immediate. Constantine started coughing, choking on the smoke from his cig, which dropped to the floor. Doctor Fate reeled as though Superman had just decked him in the face. Raven lost her vaunted emotional control to gape at J'onn in shock. And after looking just as shocked as Raven, Zatanna jumped to her feet and slammed her hands against the table. "Please tell me you're joking!"

The others there who did not know why this was such a big deal simply looked at everybody's reactions in concern. "That's never a good sign." Cyborg muttered to Robin, looking worriedly at Raven, who had managed to regain her composure, though she stared at J'onn with laser like focus. Robin could only nod, though he kept himself calm.

When J'onn simply looked back at her calmly, Zatanna slumped back into her seat and let her head rest in her hands. "Oh god, what are we going to do? A Fallen has a foothold, and he's been gathering power for twenty years."

"A team needs to be assembled immediately to deal with this calamity." Doctor Fate said firmly. "I volunteer to head in and deal with this as quickly as possible."

"Are you bloody nuts?" Constantine retorted. "Heading into a Fallen's stronghold is suicide. No, best option is to evacuate the surroundings and then just nuke the place."

"If the fog is the boundary of a dimensional pocket or something similar, a nuke isn't going to do much of anything unless it's carried in by a suicide bomber." Raven retorted. "And even then, the Fallen might have the means to stop the detonation."

Superman stood up. "Alright people, calm down." Once the others stopped talking he spoke again. "Alright, for the uneducated in the room, what are we talking about, exactly? What's such a big threat you're seriously considering nuclear weapons?"

Zatanna was the one to begin explaining. "Alright, Fallen Angels are exactly what they sound like. Angels from the Abrahamic tradition that went bad. They're some of the most evil beings in existence. Not to mention very powerful. I doubt anybody in the League has the power to fight a Fallen one on one. The threat of a Fallen Angel finding its way into our reality is a serious thing."

"How serious are we talking?" Batman asked, body tense.

Constantine took a shaky drag of a new cigarette. "On a scale of one to ten, thirty-seven." He breathed the smoke out. "Anybody in the know about magic that hears about even the suggestion of it happening has to inform the closest magically aware law enforcement. It's international law, not just for the wand wavers, but for the various organizations involved in magic. Breaking that law is life in prison, no excuses."

"But we're not talking about the threat of somebody bringing a Fallen through." Raven said. "Samael has been on this plane of existence for twenty years. That's longer than most heroes have been active. And he is one of the worst of the Fallen. His name means Poison Of God for a reason. All he does is corrupt." She frowned. "I can't understand why he hasn't acted before now beyond capturing a small town, though. After this long he should have more than enough power to do so."

"He's planning something." Doctor Fate said darkly. "That's the only reason I can imagine as to why he hasn't made a move in so long."

"Ah, excuse me?" Everybody turned to see Starfire with her hand up, gazing at everybody innocently. "But, didn't mister J'onn say 'was'? I thought that meant that the evil angel isn't there anymore."

Everybody stared at the young woman before slowly turning to J'onn, who had been waiting patiently. J'onn nodded. "Indeed. Thank you, Starfire. There is no need to worry. Samael has been dealt with. He not only no longer has a foothold, but he's been weakened significantly as well. This is related to the event you all sensed not that long ago."

It took a moment, but everybody there, especially the magical heroes, seemed to sag with relief. "Thank all that is holy." Zatanna sighed with relief.

"How can you be sure though?" Constantine asked, though he was less tense.

J'onn reached down for a folder that had been sitting on the table in front of him, ignored by everybody, and pulled several photos, passing them around. "While we were waiting for everybody to gather for this meeting, I went to our monitoring systems and had the satellites takes these pictures of the area around Toluca Lake, which Silent Hill and Shepherd's Glen were on." Once everybody had a copy of the pictures he continued. "As you can see, there is no fog covering the area any longer, and the land the two towns rested on has been taken up by giant sinkholes which have by now filled at least partway with water from the lake. That serves as proof that Samael has been defeated."

Studying the pictures, Fate asked the question on everybody's minds. "How did this happen?"

"It has to do with our new guest, doesn't it?" Green Lantern asked.

"Guest?" Zatanna asked.

Wonder Woman explained. "About an hour ago a boy of about fifteen appeared out of thin air and landed on the meeting room table. He's obviously been starved and injured, though he currently doesn't have any wounds. He's in a secure wing of the infirmary at the moment. We had J'onn look through his mind, which is what brought about this meeting."

"Yes. Our guest is a survivor of Silent Hill. He was there for about a week."

Raven leaned forward. "He survived a week in a Fallen Angel's territory? On his own?" At J'onn's nod she raised her eyebrows. "Okay, I'm impressed."

"You're not the only one. What's the kid's name?" Constantine asked.

J'onn's mouth curled upwards slightly, wondering what their reaction would be to his response. "He's called Harry Potter."

Constantine started coughing again. "What!? But he's supposed to be dead!"

Flash looked confused. "Who's Harry Potter?"

"He's a big deal in magical circles." Zatanna said. "Magical Britain is in the middle of an ugly civil war. One side is the current magical government. The other is a group of racist terrorists who believe anybody that doesn't have magic is trash that should be enslaved, and even those who do should be second class citizens unless they can trace their bloodlines a certain way back. Harry Potter is practically a messianic figure to the ones that oppose the terrorists. He's the only one to survive after the terrorist leader, Voldemort, attacked them with a one hit kill curse, and word has it he's been fighting Voldemort in some way or another since he was eleven."

"Eleven!?" Diana asked, shocked. "Why would he go after an eleven year old?"

Doctor Fate answered her. "Voldemort sees himself as the greatest wizard to ever live, and he is rather powerful and skilled. However, when he failed to kill Mister Potter when he was one year old, then many people took that as proof that he wasn't unbeatable, and that he could be fought. Obviously, he could not allow that, so he has attempted to eliminate the boy to correct that."

"Why haven't you or the other magical heroes intervened in the war if it's as bad as you say?" Shayera asked seriously.

"Same reason the League doesn't intervene in countries they weren't invited or allowed to. Politics. Wand wavers are a stuck up lot. They don't want anybody that doesn't use their brand of magic getting involved due to pride." Constantine said with no small amount of contempt.

"So Harry is supposed to be dead?" Superman was the one to ask.

"About a week ago his home was attacked. Harry and a young auror, a magical cop, fought the attackers off, killing several, including some highly ranked members of Voldemort's forces. When they were making their escape, though, something went wrong with Harry's magical teleporter, and he disappeared. All magical forms of tracking him, including the ones tied to his very magic, showed him as deceased. So he's presumed dead." Zatanna explained.

"If he somehow wound up in Samael's territory after the teleportation accident, then that would explain the magical trackers not working." Raven said. "And I doubt they're working now that he's out. They're the kind of thing you have to set up manually with the subject present for it. So nobody knows he's alive."

"I recommend we keep it that way, at least for now." J'onn said. When everybody looked at him he continued. "This will allow him time to heal and recover his strength. He will return to Britain when he's ready, I can say that for sure. Besides, his returning immediately would not be a good thing due to how he is mentally."

Everybody nodded in agreement after a few minutes before Batman decided to move things along. "How did he escape from Silent Hill after being stuck there for a week?"

"It was not easy." J'onn said, before proceeding to tell them a condensed version of what happened to Harry during his time in the town. When he explained about the monsters that infested the town, which Harry later found out were created using the souls Samael had trapped in the town, more than one became horrified. He had to stop when he reached the point that Harry was forced to kill Cybil in self-defense, allowing everybody time to take that in.

Starfire was crying softly. "Poor Harry…" Robin, somewhat awkwardly, rubbed her back in comfort.

"I take it that's why he arrived with this?" Batman said, setting a revolver down on the table.

J'onn nodded. "Yes. That belonged to Cybil, and he took it and used it after her death to great effect. I have no doubt it holds great significance to him now." He didn't need to be able to read minds to know that Batman was unhappy about letting a teenager have a gun. "I would suggest giving it back to him, unloaded, so he can have something of hers to remember her by." Batman considered it before nodding.

Then J'onn continued with Harry's realization that he would never be able to get out as long as Samael still had power over the town, and his setting off to find some way to bring him down. He debated omitting the fact that Harry had killed the two cultists, but decided to let them know so they were aware of it. Nobody in the room was happy that a boy of that age had become a killer, but they didn't say anything and let J'onn continue the story. Everybody was especially intent on the confrontation with Samael.

"Wait, what!?" Zatanna shouted, shocked. "He took Samael's power for himself!?"

Constantine was actually looking impressed. "Smart kid, using the wager, even an informal one, to screw a fallen. He has more brains than most wand wavers."

The tale was finished with Harry releasing all the trapped souls, much to everybody's relief.

"Okay…" Beast Boy said after a moment of silence. "This guy is awesome. I vote we make him an honorary Titan immediately. All in favor?" He held up his hand, followed by a chuckling Cyborg and a beaming Starfire. Robin shook his head fondly while Raven rolled her eyes slightly, the adults in the room cracking a smile. "That's a majority, motion passes, dude gets a membership offer as soon as he wakes up."

After that bit of humor, things got back on track. "So you don't know how he got here?" Superman asked.

J'onn shook his head. "He wasn't the one to do it. He was fully prepared to die as the town collapsed around him."

"If I had to guess…" Doctor Fate began. "I suspect a higher power took notice of the event of all the souls being freed and decided to take pity on Harry. Though why they brought him here, I don't know. They might have decided the League was the best place to get help. Especially with his changes."

"What do you mean?" Beast Boy asked.

Raven raised an eyebrow. "You don't think taking in that much demonic power as his own is going to come without consequences, do you? His mindset is going to change. I doubt he'll become full on evil, but I don't think he'll remain all that nice. He was already willing to kill from what was said, so he might only become more ruthless now. He's going to need help dealing with those changes so he doesn't lose himself completely."

Zatanna nodded. "She's right. He's also going to need somebody to train him in his new abilities. Though there aren't that many people who use similar energy that I'd trust to do so…"

Flash turned to Raven. "Raven, your abilities are demonic, aren't they?" She pursed her lips slightly at the reminder but nodded. Flash shrugged. "Could you teach him, then? You're probably the most qualified person we know to do so."

Raven kept herself from letting out an instant denial to consider the idea seriously. This was a very important matter, as somebody running around with Samael's power and no control could be a disaster. Finally she sighed and nodded. "I suppose I can try. I'm not sure how successful I'll be, though. I've never tried to teach somebody how to use magic, especially my brand of it."

More than one person smiled at her. "Thanks Raven. We appreciate it." Superman said.

Raven nodded. "We'll need to set up a schedule for me to see him, and find a place we can practice without danger to and from anyone."

Starfire cocked her head to the side. "Why do we not invite Harry to live at Titans Tower with us?" She asked.

Robin looked doubtful. "I'm not sure about that, Star…"

"No, it sounds like a good idea." Cyborg said, Beast Boy nodding beside him. "Raven will need constant access to him in case of any problems, and they can move out into the area around the tower to practice without worrying about wrecking anything."

"Plus, we're the same age as him." Beast Boy added in. "No offence to the League, but if I were him I'd be much more comfortable around people my own age, and most members of the League are adults. So it could help him relax to be with us."

Robin rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Well… As long as we take some security precautions, I guess it's okay…" He looked up at Batman.

Batman considered it before nodding. "We'll keep him here a day or two after he wakes up to keep an eye on his mentality. If we believe you aren't in any danger due to his presence, we'll see if he wants to accept your offer." Robin nodded back as the three behind him let out a cheer.

"Alright, is that everything?" Superman asked J'onn, who nodded. Then he turned to see if anybody else had anything to add before nodding. "Alright, this meeting's over. Thanks for your assistance everybody."

While the meeting was going on, Harry lay resting in one of the higher security rooms, in a very deep sleep. So nobody was there to notice when a woman suddenly appeared.

She was a beautiful woman with the quintessential goth look. She had wild black hair, dark eyes, one of which had an Eye of Horus tattoo, and full lips covered in black lipstick. She was incredibly pale, but it did nothing to detract from her beauty, only enhance it. Around her neck she wore a silver ankh necklace. He clothes were all black. A black spaghetti strap top, black leather pants with a thick belt with silver studs, and black boots.

She was smiling a beautiful smile as she watched Harry sleep before stepping forward, looking down at him. "I am very grateful for what you did for those souls. It was well past time for them to move on. Bringing you here rather than taking you right then seemed like a small compensation. But you deserve a bit more." She leaned down and gave Harry a gentle kiss on his forehead. Had he been awake, he might have felt a small rush of warm energy entering his body and spreading throughout the entirety.

"There, that should do it. I hope it serves you well." She straightened back up. "I'll see you around, Harry. Oh, and could you see to getting the rest of those other Hallows? I'd prefer it if somebody like you had them." With that she smiled, and the next instant, the room was empty again.

A little over a month passed with no change in Harry's condition beyond his health improving slightly.

When asked about it, Zatanna explained it like it was obvious. "He absorbed a huge amount of foreign power that he now needs to assimilate into his own. He's most likely sleeping while that goes on, as otherwise it would be… uncomfortable. He'll wake up once he's ready. I don't know how long that'll be though."

Diana sighed slightly as she went to Harry's room to check on him as she usually did. Ever since she heard his story from J'onn, she'd grown to respect the teen greatly, and wanted to make sure he would be okay.

She was in for a shock as she opened the door, however, finding Harry sitting up in his bed and looking around warily. His eyes snapped to her, narrowed. "What…?" Then he stopped, once he took in who was standing in the doorway. "Wonder Woman?" He asked in shock with the scratchy voice of a very dry throat.

Diana walked in carefully, well aware that spooking him right now would be bad. "Yes, that's me, Harry." She slowly walked over to a nearby machine. As Harry watched it dispensed some water into a glass, which she offered to Harry. Harry took it and eagerly drank it down as he thought.

He'd woken up only five minutes or so before, and was incredibly confused. His last memory was of waiting for death as Silent Hill crumbled at his command. Now he found himself in what appeared to be an extremely high tech hospital room. It had made him more than a little wary.

Now, however, he was seeing somebody he never thought he'd meet in front of him; Wonder Woman, one of the founding members of the Justice League, and one of his personal favorites.

He finished drinking the water and handed the glass back to the Amazon, who promptly refilled it and set it down on a bedside table for him to drink at his leisure.

"Where am I? And how did you know my name?" He asked, no longer as tense as before.

Diana crossed her arms. "Well Harry, as to the first question, you are currently in the infirmary of the Watchtower, the Justice League's headquarters. And we know your name because we needed to find out who you were and why you were in the condition you were in when you arrived. So, I'm sorry to say, we were forced to have J'onn, who you might know better as Martian Manhunter, look into you mind and find out."

Harry stared at her. "So you know… everything that…?"

"Everything that happened in Silent Hill, yes." She said softly, gazing at him gently.

Harry turned away, not able to take the look in her eyes. "You know… know what I was forced to do…"

Diana nodded. "Yes." Harry's shoulders shook with shame, so she reached out to gently grasp his shoulder. "And I will say now, I don't think I've met anybody as courageous as you in a long time."

He turned back to her, eyes wide and wet, and Diana's heart cracked at how vulnerable the look in his eyes was. "R-really? Even after… after Cybil?"

She smiled at him. "Especially after Cybil, Harry." She squeezed his shoulder gently. "It would have been so easy for you to give up right then, and instead you got up and fought. You're as much a hero as anybody in the League. Maybe even more than some."

Harry finally had enough. He looked down as his shoulders shook with suppressed sobs and tears fell from his eyes onto the sheets. Now that he was safe, he could let the fear, the horror, the grief, and all the other emotions he'd kept at bay by the barest of margins free.

Diana sat down beside him and without a thought wrapped her arms around him, holding him gently. "It's alright, Harry. You're safe now. You're safe…"

Harry let go of his restraints, and sobbed into Diana's shoulder without reserve as she gently held him, giving what comfort she could.

Wonder Woman is one of my favorite comic book characters of all time. If I had to rank them, I'd say Spider-Man, Wonder Woman, Batman, Superman, and Green Lantern are my top 5, in that order. So having her be the one to greet Harry back into the land of the living seemed right.

For those of you who think Harry's a pussy for breaking down, fuck you very much. After all the shit he's been through, both canon and not, he has a right to it. And I couldn't think of anybody better to support him than Wonder Woman.

I realize this chapter was likely a bit boring. I did mention there'd be lots of talking. The same will be true for the next few chapters as well, as we continue dealing with the aftermath of Silent Hill. Hope you all don't mind much. Things will pick up slightly soon enough.

I'm curious if anybody can guess what harry was gifted in that short scene with his visitor. For that matter, I wonder how many people knew who she was. We'll see.

I debated on what the story's official song should be. One of my options was Let's Just Live from RWBY. It's a very hopeful song that, as someone with depression, brought a tear to my eye the first time I heard the full song when the Vol 4 soundtrack came out. But in the end, I decided on The Light by Disturbed as the official song of this fic. The message is extremely appropriate, as far as I'm concerned.

Next chapter will be Harry interacting with the League and the Titans as he gets used to not being in danger of dying horribly at any moment. Should be entertaining.

Please leave a review on your way out. I really do enjoy them. Till next time.