Working title: Lena

This is a piece I've been working on, off and on, for about 6 years. It might surprise some people to learn that I'm a fan of crossovers. I've badly wanted to cross the HP mythos into DC's Superman story, but in a fun way. I'd seen a whole lot of stories where soft, squishy Harry ends up in a relationship with the not in anyway soft or squishy Kara Zor-El, or her dimensional counterpart, Kara Zor-L (also known as Power Girl), but few of those stories ever had convincing reasons for them to be interested in Harry. So, I got to thinking. Canon Harry isn't all that... bright. He's not stupid, but he tends to let Hermione provide most of his 'good' ideas.

And from this was born the idea of his trying to recruit Superman's help (Supergirl being almost completely unknown at this point in her own story) by using a runic cluster including the hero's symbol... and doing it in a mirror, he does it backward. This connects him to the almost, but not quite Bizzaro Supergirl of another dimension.

And she's in love.

Harry's ultimate reaction to being the cuddle bunny of a young girl who quite literally doesn't know her own strength? Mostly pleading "Help Me!"

And the chance to have someone out Luna, Luna Lovegood is too much fun to pass up.

I still work on this one, and fully intend to finish it someday... but if anyone else wants to give it a shot, feel free.

Three days before his fifteenth birthday, Harry Potter stood shirtless in the smallest bedroom of #4 Privet drive, peering into the mirror that hung on the inside of his wardrobe door.

He hated that desperation had driven him to this, but it was obvious that help was not coming from any of the expected sources. His Headmaster continued to be of no use at all, displaying his uselessness in the way he made no effort to address the articles the Daily Prophet were writing daily smearing Harry's reputation as a result of how the Ministry of Magic had reacted to his announcement of the return of Voldemort with denial and abuse.

Despite Hedwig making multiple trips over the summer, he had heard nothing from either Ron or Hermione. This had Harry wondering if he had somehow offended them, or if perhaps, Cedric's death had convinced them that he was far too dangerous to know.

Or, maybe Dobby was playing silly buggers again.

Either way, Harry needed help, and there was only one man in the entire world that could possibly help him. Of course, Harry had no way of contacting the hero. However, Hermione's gift from the previous Christmas had offered if not an assured path, then at least hope. The book spoke of incorporating symbols a person was widely associated with into runic scripts to invoke protection.

Tacking a photograph of the hero's symbol on the wardrobe next to the mirror, along with the runes he needed to inscribe on his body, Harry paused to center himself before picking up the brush and dipped it in the enchanted ink. Carefully he started on the first rune, carefully drawing it on his right pectoral. Then the second, followed by the third, fourth and fifth.

Harry paused again; the burning pain of the magical ink against his skin was starting to make his hand shake. Dipping the brush into the ink, Harry began working on duplicating the hero's symbol on his chest, centering it between his nipples… exactly where the hero wore it. His eyes flicked back and forth between the photograph and the mirror. His work wasn't perfect, but it was close. Hopefully close enough.

Using his wand to power the runic scheme was out of the question. The Ministry was sure to respond immediately if wanded magic was detected in the area.

But the magic wasn't in the wand, was it? Harry asked himself for the thousandth time. It was in him. He had manifested wandless magic in the past; it had even saved him on occasion. Harry placed his right-hand flat on the hero's symbol and pushed as if he was attempting a particularly difficult spell with his wand. It didn't work the first time, nor the second, but the third time a pulse of magic manifested in the palm of his hand and energized the runes.

The resulting reaction had Harry fall to the floor unconscious.

-oooOOOooo-

At the same instant, a universe or two away a young woman sat up in her bed, waking from a dreamless sleep.

"Harry!"

-oooOOOooo-

Five days later, buoyed by the inexplicably feeling of being on top of the world ever since his attempt to make a magical bid for the protection of the hero, Harry headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and spotted Dudley, who was also heading home, humming tunelessly.

"Hey, Big D!"

Dudley turned. "Oh," he grunted. "It's you."

"Love you too, Dudley," Harry laughed.

"Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away.

Together, they turned right down the narrow alleyway which formed a short cut between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. It was empty and much darker than the streets it linked because there were no streetlamps. Their footsteps were muffled between garage walls on one side and a high fence on the other.

"Think you're a big man carrying that thing, don't you?" Dudley said after a few seconds.

"What thing?" Harry responded.

"That - that thing you are hiding."

Harry grinned again.

"Force of habit more than anything else, Dud," Harry explained pulling out his wand and allowing Dudley to get a good look at it. "We carry our wands all the time at school."

"You're not allowed to use that are you?" Dudley asked. "Dad says you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to."

"How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D?"

"They haven't," said Dudley, though he didn't sound completely convinced.

Harry laughed softly. "You're right Dudley, the rules haven't changed. Look, I told you, I just carry it out of habit. Even if I could use it, I would never use it on someone, you know me better than that."

"You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?" Dudley snarled.

"I don't want to fight you, Dudley. When have I ever come off best when we fought?"

"Well… never but…" Dudley gave an odd, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water.

Something had happened to the night. The stars in the sky were suddenly gone, the sky pitch black and utterly devoid of light lightless. Even the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. Harry and Dudley were surrounded by total, impenetrable, inexplicably silent darkness.

Harry's jovial mood, which had been within him since he woke up from his failed experiment in attracting the attention of the hero, vanished.

Dudley's terrified voice broke in Harry's ear. "W-what are you d-doing? St…stop it!"

"I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!" Harry demanded.

"I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind! I…" Dudley continued the panic clear in his voice.

Harry really couldn't blame his cousin. He stood stock still, turning his sightless eyes left and right. The cold was so intense he was shivering all over; goose bumps had erupted up his arms and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up - he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, unseeing. It was impossible… they couldn't be here… not in Little Whinging… he strained his ears… he would hear them before he saw them…

"What is happening?" Dudley whimpered. "Are… are you sure you didn't do anything?"

Harry didn't respond. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading.

There was something else in the alleyway apart from them, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air.

"Harry!" Dudley called out through chattering teeth, "please. What is happening?"

"Dudley…" Harry began only to be interrupted as a panicked Dudley slammed into him, knocking his wand from his hand. He heard the wand clatter softly on the pavement and knew that he'd never find it in the dark.

"You moron, Dudley!" Harry whispered as he wrapped his cousin in his arms and pulled him to the ground. "Stay face down. Don't look at them, and whatever you do, don't open your mouth, no matter what happens."

Brilliant light flared in the alley, clearly illuminating a pair of towering, hooded figures standing stock still, hovering over the ground, with no feet or faces visible beneath their robes. Harry and Dudley both ignored Harry's earlier warning to stare at the horrors.

"You horrible things stay away from my Harry!" A girl's voice demanded.

Harry and Dudley both turned away from the pair of stunned dementors to stare at what could only be described as a female angel hovering in the entrance of the alley, the blinding light coming from her eyes.

Harry and Dudley exchanged a confused look.

"Hello Harry," the angel said happily, her long blond hair billowing about her head like a halo. "Don't worry about these nasty things, I'll deal with them. See you at school, love you."

The angel disappeared, along with the dementors. Again, Harry and Dudley exchanged a confused look, before climbing to their feet and dusting themselves off.

"What were those things?" Dudley asked.

"They're called dementors," Harry explained. "They're sort of demons. They make you experience your worst memories before they eat your soul."

"Do you have those things around your school all the time?" Dudley asked still clearly shocked by the experience. "Since when do you have an angel for a girlfriend?"

"Dud, to tell you the truth, I have no idea who or what she is," Harry answered honestly. "She sure looked like an angel, though."

Dudley spotted Harry's wand, bent over, picked it up and handed it to his cousin. "You tried to protect me, even after the way I've always treated you."

"Thanks," Harry said pocketing his wand. "They had to be here after me. The only reason you were involved is that you were near me."

Dudley stared at his cousin for several seconds before shaking his head. "We'd best not mention this to Mum and Dad," he said. "I doubt they'd deal with it well."

-oooOOOooo-

"Lex?"

"What is it Mercy?" Luthor asked, looking up from the report he was reading.

"Out the window." His bodyguard/chauffer/confidante said, her eyes focused out the window behind him.

Luthor turned, expecting to see the alien. His mouth fell open when he spotted a young girl, perhaps 16 years old, dressed in a blue skater's costume, hovering outside the window, waving shyly. The fact that she wore an inexplicably reversed version of the Alien's sigil confused him, but this was not the alien... Unless there was something very odd in its lifecycle... Nor was it the reclusive Supergirl, nor the older, more well-known Powergirl. Luthor hit the button that caused the window to slide open.

"Daddy!" the girl called, flicking forward faster than his eye could follow to wrap him in a hug.

Daddy? Mercy mouthed at him silently.

Luthor put both of his hand on the girl's shoulders and attempted to push her away. After he utterly failed in the attempt, the billionaire cleared his throat. "Young lady, who are you?"

"Don't you know me, Daddy?" The blonde girl asked stepping back from him with a quivering lower lip, "Aunt Mercy, tell him who I am."

Mercy met Luthor's eye and shrugged, "I'm not sure who you are, sweetie," she said gently. "Are you sure we are who you think we are?"

The girl's eyes went wide before an expression of deep embarrassment covered her face. "I forgot," she said, looking down and toeing at the carpet as if she were much younger than she appeared to be. "I rescued my boyfriend Harry from some monsters, then took the monsters to a new home, and then got all their friends and took them to the new monster home and then I came back here and dove into the ocean to get cleaned off. I was going to head home to England, but I heard Daddy's heartbeat and wanted to see him."

She turned back to Luthor, "You're not Daddy, you're Not Daddy. Daddy told me to find you when I got here, but I had to save my boyfriend Harry. Daddy said to give you this, Not Daddy!"

From a pouch badly hidden in the lining of her cape, she produced a small data drive and handed it to Luthor.

"This…" Lex said examining the device, "this is my tech… but it's not one of my designs."

"How is that possible?" Mercy asked.

"I don't know," Luthor said shaking his head.

"Daddy said you'd be suspicious, Not Daddy," the blond piped up. "He said that I should tell you to get over yourself and sandbox the stupid thing."

-oooOOOooo-

"Hello, Lex, you unlucky bastard," the image of Lex Luthor said from the screen.

"Who are you?" Luthor asked, his eyes narrowed. This… person was an image of himself with the addition of a well-groomed goatee.

"Mercy, why don't you take Lena out for some ice cream while your boss and I talk?" the man on the screen asked.

"Lex?" Mercy asked.

"Oh, come on Lex, I'm an image on a screen, do you really need your body guard?"

Luthor regarded his double suspiciously. "An image on a screen that is somehow transmitting through a faraday cage and a full spectrum force field."

"Since when does Lex Luthor blink in the face of an adversary?" the bearded Luthor on the screen asked with a wide grin and a wink.

"Go ahead Mercy," Luthor said, wondering if the alien was somehow behind this.

The pair waited until they were alone, finally, the man on the screen shook his head and sighed, "you poor unlucky bastard."

"You've already said that," Luthor sniffed. "I suppose this is where you tell me you're Lex Luthor."

"Oh, no," the man in the image laughed. "I was born Alexander Luthor, but when I was 20 years old, I got a lucky break that you quite clearly didn't and met the perfect woman. When we married, I took her name to honor her lost world."

Luthor's blood ran cold. "You married…"

"Kara Zor-El, from Krypton," the man on the screen said. "Does your world have a Superwoman?"

"No, a Supergirl, but she's still a child in her teens," Lex explained for some reason he could not fathom. "Our adult Kryptonian calls himself Superman."

"Ah, well, I don't swing that way, should I assume that you don't either?"

"I do not," Luthor grunted.

"Kara was a refugee sent as a guardian for her infant cousin Kal-El, the pair of them are the planet's sole survivors. The pair of them landed in near a small bedroom community in Surrey, and not really understanding the political realities of the area, Kara presented herself and her cousin to the Queen," The image continued. "When we married, I became a surrogate uncle to her cousin. He was only four at the time, but now, twenty years later he's started a career as a hero in his own right. We're quite proud of the boy."

Luthor blinks at the very idea of serving as a father figure to the Alien. "So, the girl, Lena… She is your daughter?"

"Well, no, not really," the man shook his head sadly. "Have you sequenced Kryptonian DNA? There is no way in hell that a human gamete could bond to that mess, not even under high gravity and a red sun. Kara wanted a child of her own so I cloned her… and somewhere in the process, something went wrong."

"I did notice a lack of maturity, how old is she really?" Luthor asked.

"She's sixteen," his counterpart said sadly. "I implanted her into Kara's womb immediately after I confirmed cell division. She wasn't forced to maturity too quickly, or at all, we didn't use any mind techniques that might have damaged her. Specialists tell me her mental development doesn't match any normal condition for a human being. Sometimes it seems like she's 12 years old, more or less the age Kara was when she came to Earth. Other times, she's rattling off theories that I can barely follow. The Kryptonian medical databases don't list any disorders anyway similar to her condition. We don't know if it's a side effect of being cloned from Kryptonian tissue exposed to yellow solar radiation or if it is due to an error I made."

"I see," Luthor nodded, imagining the horror of possibly being to blame for damaging a child. "Why is she here?"

"When Lena was born…" the man hesitated, "her skin… it was chalk white and her features angular in an almost crystalline manner. It took two full years of genetic therapy to get her to her current, more human, appearance. Despite her… limitations," the man in the image said, "she has full access to her Kryptonian heritage, with all that entails. A week ago, she woke me up in the middle of the night telling me she needed to get to 'Harry'. It took me a day to realize that she was serious, and once I found her trying to make the transition on her own, I decided to help her."

'Make the transition on her own?" Luthor asked incredulously.

"I thought you said you had Kryptonians," the other Luthor said. "Under a yellow sun, they are more than capable of dimensional travel under their own power, just as they are time travel."

Luthor nodded and added this information to the list of things he needed to research.

"Once I located the dimension this 'Harry' originated in, I detected you, which meant I could send Lena through and trust you to look after her."

"Wait," Luthor interrupted. "Why would I want to look after your daughter?"

The other man offered him a long-suffering look. "You clearly don't have ready access to the Kryptonian on your world, are you trying to tell me you wouldn't sell one of your own kidneys for access to a living breathing Kryptonian?"

Luthor nodded, his double had a good point.

"Not that she'll be around much," the other Luthor noted. "My Lena intends to court this 'Harry' of hers most aggressively."

"You seem awfully blasé about the whole thing," Luthor noted. "The way you speak of her, I would expect more of the protective father routine."

"My daughter is a Kryptonian," his duplicated noted. "And she has been fully exposed to our yellow sun for her entire life, if anything, she is stronger than her mother was at the same age. All of the scans I did to locate this 'Harry' individual indicates that he is a baseline human. The boy's scans show some odd readings, but he's human. Realistically, I have no reason to worry about Lena's virtue. Young Harry may well need to worry about his." The man on the other world manipulated some controls and the corner of the screen began to populate with information. "This is everything I've managed to find out about 'Harry'. He's English, he's young, and appears to be biologically capable of manipulating quanta via force of will and a focus."

"What?" Luthor asked peering at the figures as realization washed over him. "Wand wizard," he breathed. "I've never had many dealings with Wand users. They are horribly isolationist, and the few who travel outside their enclaves tend to be untrustworthy to the extreme."

"Isolationist?" The Image asked. "That doesn't bode well."

"Not at first blush, no," Luthor agreed. "However, when she arrived here, she told me that she had saved Harry from some monsters, and then took the monsters to a new home."

The other world's Luthor blinked at that. "She took the monsters to a new home?"

"She also mentioned taking all the monster's friends to the new home as well," Luthor nodded, "but that isn't the important part, she has evidently made contact with her friend Harry."

That bit of news clearly gave the other dimensional version of himself pause.

-oooOOOooo-

Luthor paced in his office. The conversation with the other, happier, version of himself had been more than a little… disturbing.

He hadn't yet actually met the Supergirl of his world. He knew of her of course, but she was a child and an alien. Beneath his notice. How was it she was the age of the cloned dimensional traveler rather than a woman old enough to have a 16-year-old daughter? Old enough to be his… wife?

The girl… Lena… she needed something he could not give her, she needed an introduction to the world of the wand wizards. For some reason, he wanted… no, he needed to help the girl to the best of his abilities. Had his other dimensional-self done something to him? Or was it the way the girl looked at him with her wide-eyed innocence?

No matter, he told himself. He opened the locked door in his desk and pulled out a device he had designed years before but sworn had to himself that he would never use.

"Superman," he said into the microphone. "This is Lex Luthor. We need to talk. The subject is not an emergency, but it is important… important to me, and perhaps to you. Until further notice, there is a truce between us."

Luthor stared at the device in his hand and was startled by a tapping on the glass window behind him. He turned to spot the alien hovering in the air with an expression of curiosity on his damned perfect face. Luthor sighed and actuated the control to open the window.

-oooOOOooo-

The alien's eyes focused through the floor before his attention returned to Luthor. "What have you done to Supergirl?"

"She isn't your Supergirl," Luthor sighed. "Well, she is, sort of, but she isn't."

"That's unusually incoherent for you, Lex."

"Check where ever you hide your daughter or niece or sister or whatever she is to you when she isn't flying around pretending to be a hero," Luthor snapped.

Superman's attention turned to the west. Luthor filed that bit of information away. Who knew if it would ever become useful? The alien's all-seeing eyes widened a bit before returning to the floors beneath their feet to verify that Lena was still there.

"Supergirl is my cousin," Superman said quietly. "My father's brother's daughter. Who is that downstairs eating ice cream?"

"You're never going to believe me," Luthor noted, activating the video screen on the wall of his office, "so talk to them."

Luthor watched as the Alien's eyes widened in surprise to find an older version of the two girls he had just looked for smiling at him from the screen while sitting alongside another Lex Luthor.

"Hello, Kal," she said.

"Kara?" the man gasped. "How?"

"Dimensional differences," the Lex on the screen explained. "You're looking good Kal. The hero look suits you."

Again, the Kryptonian directed his gaze through the many stories of the Lex Corp building to see the girl who was the very image of his cousin. "Who is she?"

The older Kara on the screen smiled, "our daughter."

"You," Superman said, with an expression of stricken disbelief, "and Lex Luthor have a child?"

"Lex Zor-El and I have a child," Kara noted, clearly enjoying his confusion.

"But…" the confused Kryptonian stuttered, "how?"

"Well, when a Mommy and a Daddy love each other very much," the Luthor on the screen said with a wide grin, "and Daddy has access to a beyond state of the art Kryptonian Medical Database…"

"Lex," Kara laughed, "be nice."

"I'm sorry Kal," Luthor laughed, showing he wasn't sorry in the least. "Just a bit of revenge for the amount of crap our Kal put me through when I tried to explain to the little smart-arse where his baby cousin sister was coming from."

"Long story short," Kara interjected, changing the subject. "Lena is 16. For some reason, she is fixated on a young man on your Earth and has decided that he is her boyfriend. My Lex has asked yours, and I am asking you to look after our daughter. Can you do this for me?"

"I'd…" Superman's mind raced as he attempted to see any reason for Luthor to have come up with such an absurd plot. The situation was so very odd that it almost had to be real. "Why is her uniform so…"

"She made it herself," the adult Kara explained. "And she's very proud of it"

"It looks like something a young child could come up with," the other Luthor agreed, "but as in so many other things about our girl, her uniform is so much more. I've studied the recordings from my processing facility when she made it, but I still haven't been able to make heads or tails of what it was she did. It's stronger than normal Kryptonian cloth, more on par with the space armor they made before choosing isolation. Despite being composed of nothing more than fabric, her uniform generates a forcefield."

"That isn't possible," Lex said incredulously.

"You don't need to tell me that," his dimensional twin laughed. "Not being satisfied with doing the impossible, she made her impossibility worse by having the forcefield shield against multiple threats, including, but not limited to, Kryptonite radiation."

"That would be handy," Kal-El noted enviously. "And you don't know how she did it?"

"As soon as I do know, I'll happily share it with all members of the House of El," Lex Zor-El assured him. "That would be the least I could do for my adopted family."

Luthor and Superman shared a look.

"I'll help her as best I can," the Kryptonian said. "Can I at least fix her sigil?"

"You can try," Kara laughed. "But I warn you, her pout contravenes most Strategic Arms Limitation Treaties."

-oooOOOooo-

Immediately upon landing in the reception area of Kal's Fortress of Solitude, Kara Zor-El found herself wrapped in a hug. "Mummy!" the stranger wearing her face exclaimed.

It had been a very long time since Kara had experienced a hug she could actually feel. Kal wasn't the most demonstrative person in the world, after all. She had missed the physicality of it. This longing for intimacy conflicted with the oddness of being hugged by a stranger.

"Who is this?" she asked her cousin. "Why does she look like me?"

"Sorry," Lena said, stepping away from the other girl, with her head down in embarrassment. "I forgot again. You're not Mummy, you're Young Not-Mummy."

"This is Lena Zor-El," Kal explained gently. "She is from a different reality."

"Like Karen," Kara nodded.

"Yes, like Powergirl," Kal agreed. "In Lena's reality, Kara Zor-El's ship was not deflected on its course and arrived on Earth at the same time as the Kal-El of their reality. The pair of them landed in England and, as instructed by her father, that Kara presented herself and her infant cousin to the government and asked for asylum."

"Like I was supposed to," she nodded again.

"That Kara met and ultimately married the Lex Luthor of her reality, with him taking her name. Since they could not have children, Lex created a clone of his wife that they have raised as their daughter."

"You should see the look on your face, Young Not-Mummy," Lena laughed.

-oooOOOooo-

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Dumbledore," the man in the golden helm said as he led the aged wizard into the meeting room.

"I admit to being confused by the invitation," Albus said. "Never before has your organization ever asked for the attention of the International Confederation of Wizards, much less asked for a single member by name. You will have to excuse my lateness; we have been dealing with a most unusual situation at home."

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore," a pretty young blond girl in a blue minidress sitting on the table in the conference room called out, waving energetically.

"Just a moment, Lena," a tall man in a male version of the same outfit said quietly. "Mr. Dumbledore, I am known as Superman."

"Your reputation precedes you, sir," the old man said, shaking the hand of the world-famous hero. "And I must say that it is an honor to meet you. What can this old school teacher do for you?"

"This is Lena Zor-El," the hero said, bringing the young girl dressed so like him to the fore, "she is a visitor here from another dimension."

"Indeed?" Dumbledore asked, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.

"Ms. Zor-El is a Kryptonian much like Superman" the hero known as Dr. Fate interjected, "except, as he said, from another dimension. For reasons we have not yet determined, unlike every other Kryptonian we have encountered, Ms. Zor-El is capable of performing magic."

"That's silly," the girl scoffed. "I can do magic because of my boyfriend Harry."

"Harry?" Dumbledore echoed, his blood running cold. The nonmagical world's heroes were involving themselves in Harry's problems? That could lead to disaster.

"Ms. Zor-El came to this dimension specifically to find Harry," the man in the Tuxedo said. "We've met before Professor, I'm Giovanni Zatara. We have determined that the object of her affections is Harry Potter, one of your students."

"I saved Harry and his cousin from some monsters," the girl giggled.

The four adults turned to stare at the girl. "Monsters?" Dumbledore asked.

"Horrible ugly things who weren't very nice at all," the girl nodded. "They were bothering Harry, being all scary and stuff, making it dark and cold, so I stopped them."

The girl's description sounded so very much like… "Were these monsters skeletal, perhaps 6-foot-tall, wearing ragged cloaks?" Dumbledore asked, realizing that Harry's report of Dementors in Little Whinging might not have been nonsense.

"Oh, yes," she agreed. "They were being mean to Harry, so I took them somewhere where they couldn't make it cold."

"You… took them someplace?" Dumbledore asked.

"Venus," the girl said nodding very energetically. "But when we got there they weren't happy at all. It might have been because their robes dissolved in the acid clouds, but they raised such a fuss."

"I think perhaps you meant Vesuvius," Dumbledore said gently. "Unfortunately, a volcano will not confine Dementors, it has been tried before.

"Not a volcano, the planet Venus," the girl sniffed in the manner of a young child who cannot believe that an adult might be questioning what they knew. "Old Kal, this person is silly."

Kal-El looked up toward the sun for several seconds, his eyes seemingly focused on nothing. "Yes, I'm seeing something like three hundred individuals congregating around a central crater in the Niobe Planitia, near the equator."

"It seemed nice," Lena explained.

"You took them to the planet, Venus?" Dumbledore asked incredulously while wondering how it was possible that the hero Superman could possibly see something as small as an individual Dementor at this distance before a sudden realization came to him. "How many did you transport to Venus?"

"Well, I started with the two being so mean to my Harry and his fat cousin," she said swinging her legs. "Those two kept carrying on like it was the end of the world or something, so I decided that they must have been missing their family and friends, so I went to an island in the middle of a storm and got all the rest of them."

Dumbledore slumped into a chair. "I have just spent the last week dealing with the disappearance of the guards at our culture's primary prison," he looked up at the hero known as Superman. "I suppose this solves the mystery. Were you injured by them at all, Miss Zor-El? Dementors are most dangerous."

"I'm fine," the girl giggled. "They kept trying to kiss me for some reason, but I put a stop to that, Harry wouldn't like that and would want to defend my honor. I don't think Harry would do very well on Venus."

"She is capable of transporting three hundred demons to another planet," Dumbledore returned his attention to the elder Kryptonian, "and she wants to attend Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.

"I want to be with Harry," Lena sighed. "He's so dreamy."

"Harry Potter?" Dumbledore blinked, "is dreamy?"

"He's a whiny self-destructive Emo," Lena explained with a sigh of longing. "What girl wouldn't want a dreamboat like that?"

-oooOOOooo-

Luna Lovegood skipped through the barrier to reach Platform 9 ¾ on her way to the train and her fourth year at Hogwarts.

She was quite looking forward to the new school year. Luna had high hopes that the distraction of classes would allow her to forget the odd feeling that had been nagging at her mind for the last month. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something that should have happened… hadn't, and that something that shouldn't have happened, had. It was a most peculiar feeling. After much reflection, Luna had determined this was a feeling that she really didn't care for.

Luna was so distracted by her musings she almost skipped past the oddest person she had ever seen without noticing her. Luna stopped in front of the stranger and cocked her head to one side. "Hello, you're new here, aren't you?"

The unknown girl's rather bad brunette pigtailed wig slid to one side, exposing her blond hair when she turned her head. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said in tones that suggested her home was somewhere in London, "I didn't see you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend, Harry."

Luna blinked her large grey eyes at that news. While she paid little attention to the school gossip that engrossed so many of her classmates, she was only aware of one Harry at Hogwarts. "I didn't know Harry had a girlfriend. It is Harry Potter you're talking about?"

"Oh, yes, he's the best, most considerate, loving and handsome boyfriend ever," the stranger said in an odd sing song tone that Luna was starting to find annoying.

"Oh, dear," Luna said with sudden realization, "I've been so rude, my name is Luna Lovegood."

"And I am Lena Zor-El" the badly disguised blond responded.

"Zorrell?" Luna asked curiously, not recognizing the name. "And when did you meet Harry?"

"Oh," the other girl said with an airy wave of her left hand, "Harry and I haven't actually met yet."

Luna blinked at that as well. The tiny honest voice in her mind asked if this was how other people felt when they spoke with her. Then Luna shrugged and linked her arm with that of the other girl. "Come on, let's find a seat so we can talk."

"But Harry…" Lena said wistfully.

"Harry won't be here until the very last minute," Luna explained. "He arrives with the Weasley family, and that's how they do things. You'll have to put off your first meeting with your boyfriend for a while longer. Let's find a carriage so we can discuss your future."

-oooOOOooo-

Luna's first inclination had been to head to the rear of the train, to find the compartments that Harry Potter and his friends would normally congregate in. However, curiosity about this very odd girl, had her guide Lena to an unoccupied compartment in the middle of the Express.

Sitting next to Lena, Luna decided to start her questioning as gently as possible. "So, why are you wearing that wig?"

"This?" Lena asked, stroking her left pigtail lovingly, pulling the wig further to one side, "I got the idea from old Kal. The wig is part of my clever disguise that that allows me to go out in the world without anyone realizing that I'm Lena Zor-El. Here's the rest of my disguise." From somewhere, the strange girl produced a pair of what appeared to be black framed men's eyeglasses, missing the lenses.

"Lena," Luna said gently, "you've introduced yourself to at least three people since we boarded the Express. You've told them your name."

"Well, yes," Lena said in a confused tone. "How else would they know who I am?"

"Well," Luna said, uncharacteristically flustered and starting to develop a headache from this conversation, "isn't this supposed to be your… I don't know… Secret Identity?"

"Oh, Luna," Lena laughed. "You're being silly, this is my public identity. It would be very useful if it were a secret, would it?"

-oooOOOooo-

"I told you we would make it," Ron panted as he reached out with Harry to pull Hermione onboard the moving train.

"Oh, yeah," Harry agreed, "jumping onboard a moving train is the normal way to head off to school."

"I am seriously reconsidering our friendship," Hermione wheezed. "Or at least coming to Kings Cross on my own from now on."

"Complain, complain, complain," Ron laughed. "Come on, let's find a compartment.

"I'm just glad Dobby volunteered to take care of our luggage," Harry said as he followed his two best friends into the train."

"Wait," Hermione said, stopping in the doorway. "Where is Ginny?"

"She blackmailed Fred and George into side-alonging her when they apparated to the train," Ron explained, pushing her through the door. "Knowing Gin, she's already found one of her idiot friends."

-oooOOOooo-

"Hello, Luna," Ginny said as she entered the compartment containing her oldest friend.

"Hello, Ginny," Luna said in what was, for her, an unusually focused manner. "This is Lena Zorrel, and she says that she's Harry Potter's girlfriend."