"So…"
Felicity trailed off at Harry's look, his green eyes narrowed and his lips curling into a frown as he looked over her shoulder. She hesitated a little to click onto the next database of criminals and crossed her arms.
"What?" Harry questioned, taking a step backwards and sitting on the table that held the computers. The monitor in front of Felicity blinked and flashed at his movement and then settled, the CIA database of known criminals appearing on it again.
"Are you actually the Devil?" Felicity asked, staring at him curiously and gesturing with her hands towards him. "With your eye flashes and all…"
"Did you just gesture to all of me?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow at her and glancing back to where Diggle was sparring with Oliver.
"Ahh… maybe? I just want to know what you are," Felicity pleaded, blinking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes.
"You're not scared of me, are you?"
"No? Should I be?"
Harry's eyes narrowed and then his lips twitched up into an amused grin as Diggle made a noise of frustration as Oliver jumped away from him again. "No. If you're officially joining the team-"
"Just to find Walter," Felicity interrupted, poking him in the shoulder closest to her.
"Are you sure you have no powers?" Diggle muttered loudly, glaring at Oliver.
Oliver grinned and shook his head. "Nope. My partner's the only one who has supernatural abilities."
Harry turned to look at Oliver and Diggle, noting that both of them were sweating and shirtless. Harry had bowed out of the sparring match early, wanting to ask Felicity for some help in potentially locating his godfather. If she was joining their team permanently, he would have waited but…
Seeing Oliver sparring like this certainly distracted him though, sweaty and grinning. The shadowy half of him that enabled him to send out his soul separately and that whispered about wanting blood occasionally certainly enjoyed the sight. Wanted to claim and mark his territory. Harry shrugged off the thoughts and turned to look back at Felicity.
"Supernatural abilities," Felicity echoed, drawing his attention again. Her voice was quiet but definitely intrigued, shy almost. They had only introduced her to the team a week ago, after Oliver had gotten shot by Moira, by his own mother at Queen Industries. That had confirmed that Moira knew something about the Undertaking that the Dark Archer was working on and that Robert Queen had been killed for.
Harry sighed. Diggle had been wanting to know what he was too but the man had been much more subtle about it.
"Felicity…" Harry trailed off, glancing at Oliver, who dipped his head in a nod. Oliver would have his back, regardless of whether or not he replied to Felicity.
"I… would love to know," Harry finally answered, shrugging. "I only know that I am part demon. I don't know anything more than that."
Felicity's eyes widened. "Part demon? As in… one of your parents was…"
"I don't even know that. I… come from another world," Harry offered, narrowing his eyes in thought. "I'm not from this… Earth, in other words."
Diggle blinked, breathing heavily as the two of them broke off their spar, and glanced to Oliver, who nodded.
"There's more than one Earth?" Felicity repeated, her eyes widening even more. "Like… multi-verse? Like that theory?"
"Uh… yeah, sure. If that's what the scientists are calling it now."
Felicity stared at him, blinked once, twice. "This is so cool!"
Harry returned her stare, bemusement in his gaze. "I arrived on the island six months before Oliver did. I traveled from my world to this one after some… shit went down and my parents died when I was two. In addition to that, my parents were wizards."
Felicity's eyes widened even more, making Harry wonder if they would fall out of her head.
"Wizards? Travel between worlds?" Felicity echoed, looking between Oliver and Harry in awe.
"I did not travel between worlds," Oliver added, frowning at Felicity's expression. "Harry was the only one who did."
"There were wizards on the Earth you're from? Real wizards? Are you one? How did that work?"
Harry snorted. "Slow down with the questions. Yes, there were wizards where I'm from. Yes, we used wands. No, I do not need a wand now. Yes, I still have my wand. No, I don't know how to go back. And… I don't particularly want to go back."
Oliver pulled off the mitts from his hands and stepped out of the sparring circle, carefully nonchalant but for his curled shoulders. Harry watched him go and felt Felicity's eyes on him, on them both. "Anyway… I was wondering if you could help me find someone."
"Anything. I thought you… just knew Oliver. If you're not initially from… this Earth."
"Black?" Oliver questioned, turning to look at them as he was toweling himself dry.
"Yeah."
Diggle raised an eyebrow, looked between the two of them. "Another target?"
"No. I came through to this world via… a veil," Harry remarked, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "A portal, if you like. My godfather went through the same thing two years before I did. I don't know if he's alive or dead or here on this Earth like I am but I'm no good with tech."
"I know. It's like the computers are allergic to you," Felicity said, giggling at her own words. "That sounds wrong somehow."
"Didn't sound wrong to me," Harry said, grinning at her. "His name's Sirius Black. I don't even know if he's… here. He took a killing curse right before he went through the veil."
"Killing curse?" Felicity echoed, her skin going pale at the words. "Killing…"
"There is a killing curse, yes. I don't use it. It was actually one of the three unforgivable curses in my world," Harry explained, grimacing at the memories that brought him. "You'd be sent to wizarding prison for casting it."
"Wizarding prison?" Diggle repeated as he stepped out of the circle.
"Before a certain… man tried to destroy the wizarding world, the wardens of one prison were soul sucking monsters. It wasn't pleasant."
Diggle stared at him, his face going slightly pale. Felicity froze, her eyes widening.
"I don't suppose you mean that metaphorically?" Felicity questioned, her voice shaking a little.
"No. There were these creatures in my world called dementors. The ultimate punishment for casting one of the Unforgivables was to have your soul sucked out," Harry explained idly, ignoring both Diggle and Felicity's horrified looks. "Anyway… I don't know if Sirius is alive on this world or dead in mine. I was hoping…"
Felicity continued to stare at him, her eyes wide and her skin paler than it had been.
"Felicity?" Oliver walked over to stand next to Harry, bumped shoulders with him.
"We also played sports on broomsticks," Harry offered, trying to come up with something good from his world that didn't require a lot of explanation. "I knew two brothers who opened a joke shop with lots of little charms and such."
"Yeah, I can totally help you find your godfather," Felicity finally replied, her eyes still wide. "Just give me a rough description to work with. Is he… like you?"
"He's a wizard but he's not… His eyes don't glow or anything like that. I'm pretty sure he's human. Black hair, grey eyes, 6'3''. In his late 30 's."
A week later, they received the right intel and located Walter in a heavily guarded warehouse in the Glades. Felicity subtly redirected one of the Queen satellites to point at the warehouse on the northern corner of the Glades and watched as Harry and Oliver flew over the rooftops. It was a cloudless night and the only source of natural light were the bright moon and stars shining down on the city. Harry was the one actually flying, in his red and black suit, and carrying Oliver as they approached the building where Walter was being held.
She sucked in a tight breath as Harry's eyes began to glow red, as his power wrapped around Oliver carefully, as they skimmed over rooftops. The warehouse that they believed held Walter was heavily guarded by mercenaries, making it impossible for the two vigilantes to go in through the front door. Felicity had heard the both of them whispering between each other as they suited up earlier tonight, had seen Harry cross his arms and Oliver arguing about weighing him down.
Harry had said something about a spell or perhaps it was another ability but the argument had gone in Harry's favor and now they were both flying. When they had left the newly named Verdant bar an hour ago though, there had been no space between Harry and Oliver. Their arms had been around each other and Harry's powers had lifted them up into the sky like some kind of freaky bird.
"That's gotta be giving some people nightmares," Diggle muttered, drawing Felicity out of her thoughts.
Felicity nodded in agreement, watching as Harry dropped Oliver off onto the rooftop of the warehouse and then landed himself right behind a guard. Oliver landed in a roll and kicked out at a guard near the roof door, knocking the guard away and choking him out. Harry reached out an arm, his eyes glowing red as his power extended outward, yanking the door open. The two of them raced in and the last thing Felicity saw was Oliver nocking an arrow to his bow.
"Are they…" Felicity trailed off, peering over to where Diggle was standing next to her. "Together?"
Diggle stared at her, his lips curling up in a grin and nodded. "Yeah. Oliver's bisexual and I don't know what Potter is but they're together. I walked in on them kissing when I said that I wanted to join their little team."
Felicity smiled and turned back to the computer screen, seeing her laptop out of the corner of her eyes. She turned towards the monitor, watching as it ran facial recognition on multiple government databases.
"Still nothing?" Diggle asked, meeting her eyes as she turned back to the warehouse where Walter was held. Flashes of red filled the screen and Felicity shivered at the sight. She didn't quite know what to make of Harry's powers but he seemed hell bent on watching Oliver's back and that was good enough for her.
"Nope. This Sirius Black is either really well hidden or doesn't exist."