Camden and Isaac, little kid life
Harry meets Danny Phantom
Lydia and Harry back in colonial days
STEREK, with a hint of Lydia/Parrish
Death and Harry's first official meeting, what MOD truly means
Harry + Winchesters = Disaster
Harry Meets the Doctor
Chantel's hunt for Theo
Stiles confronting Harry about lying to him
Harry and Supergirl (not in the way you think)
Me: So umm, the Harry and Supergirl will wait. My sister says Stiles confronting Harry so I'll do that one. It might be a shorter one so I may actually do two in here.
Stiles: Finally.
Me: If there does end up being a second one in here there will be a major (and I mean major) Line Break between the two. This takes place in Chapter 8 of Hellhound.
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3rd Person POV
It came to no shock to Jordan that the next day, after having time for it to sink in, Stiles came up to him the very second he could get him alone. While Jordan had been, somewhat, trying to avoid any confrontation with Stiles; he had known that it probably wasn't going to last very long. When Stiles put his mind to something it wasn't very long before he managed to get it. Even though Jordan had managed to convince himself that Stiles would wait until after everything is resolved with the Dread Doctors, it turned out that wasn't the case.
Before Jordan could even take a breather after revealing the fact that he's the Master of Death, Stiles was there. Everyone else had left, leaving Jordan and Stiles alone. While they were still in the hospital, Jordan was refusing to stay there very long. Teddy was at home, all alone. However Stiles was refusing to go, standing right in front of Jordan.
"You left," Stiles voice was wavering, "You just upped and vanished after Mom died."
"Stiles," Jordan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, scratching at the back of his neck.
"No. I needed you. Dad needed you. And you took Teddy and left."
"There's so much that happened that night that you don't understand."
That one sentence caused the look in Stiles' eyes to harden. Immediately Jordan knew he had said the wrong thing. A second later Stiles turned away. A soft sigh escaped his lips and rubbed a hand across his face. Before he could have said anything Stiles turned back, lips drawn tight. For a second he seemed to have no idea how to say what he wanted to say. Then Jordan watched as Stiles took in a deep breath and stared at Jordan right in the eye.
"Then make me understand," Stiles told him in a deathly calm voice.
"Fine," Jordan said, "But you can't interrupt me."
"Don't plan too."
Grimacing slightly Jordan realized he didn't know how to explain it to Stiles. Not without making it sound like he hated John. He didn't though, not really. With everything that had happened that day Jordan could understand where John had been coming from.
"John was drinking, was drunk actually, after you went to bed. You and Teddy were both asleep and I was trying to talk sense into John, get him to stop drinking. He said some things Stiles, they were true. Then he told me to go, go before anything else happened. So I went and took Teddy with me," Jordan avoided some details, but never lied.
"Harry," Stiles said.
The name, one that he never thought he'd hear again, tugged at Jordan's heart strings. It hurt. Oh did it hurt. When he came back to Beacon Hills he acknowledged that almost everybody that knew him as Harry would have either forgotten about him or wouldn't recognize him as Harry. When he… came out to the pack as Harry Potter he saw the look Stiles had. Then telling them about him being the Master of Death, Stiles hadn't looked at him the whole time.
"Could you have saved her?" Stiles asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"It was too late…" Jordan whispered, "I couldn't. I tried so hard. I pleaded with Death himself. But nothing. I couldn't do anything."
It seemed that a weight had been lifted off of Stiles' shoulders, relaxing in front of him. Gently reaching out to Stiles, extremely hesitant as he wasn't sure if Stiles would spook or not, before resting a hand on his shoulders. There was a miniaturized tensing of Stiles' shoulders before he relaxed again.
"You did everything you could?"
"Everything."
"I believe you."
Slightly startled, Jordan stared down at Stiles. Usually Stiles wasn't that forgiving, or believing, when it came too others. In the time that Jordan was with the Stilinski's, it seemed that he had gotten closer with Stiles then he thought. Taking a shaky breath, remembering his times with the Stilinski's, Jordan gently hugged Stiles.
"I'm not the Harry you remember Stiles. So much happened after… I'm Jordan now."
Pulling away from Stiles, Jordan looked away. They didn't have time for this. It was time for them to deal with the Dread Doctors.
************THISISTHELINEBREAKBETWEENTHETWOSTORIES**********
*QUITE A FEW YEARS IN THE FUTURE ON A DIFFERENT EARTH*
This wasn't the first time Harry had been to this universe. It also wasn't the first time he had been on this particular Earth. However this was the first time he was here to reap someone. But that someone wasn't to die until a bit later this week. There was a different reason he was here this earlier. That reason, while might seem morbid, was so that he would get to spend some time with her. Before she died that is. They had met before, quite a few times actually. Sometimes she didn't know of, but most were times she was aware of.
It was easy integrating himself into that world. Then again, it helped that he already had a life here. There was an apartment (building) he owned here and also lived in. Of course, his apartment was on the top level and was probably the largest apartment in the whole building. When he wasn't there he let temporary guests (as in people from businesses on a business trip) rent it out. But now that he was back no one was able to rent out the apartment. He always planned out the days ahead of time that he'd be back and would never let it be rented out to anyone those days. It was a very complicated and confusing thing to explain.
Here was one of the few places he was known as Harry Potter. There was no Harry Potter here, no wizards either. Instead there were Aliens, like Superman and Supergirl. He was pretty sure there was a Martian, J'oon J'oonz, but Harry let him stay undercover. There was no reason to pull him out.
"It's good to see you again Mr. Potter," his secretary, Nathaniel, said to him, "Your room is ready."
"Thank you Nathaniel," Harry replied, heading over to the elevator.
Once he reached his room Harry collapsed on his bed. But he didn't have much time to spare on this. Kara was waiting for him at CatCo. Well, she was supposed to be. Whether or not she could was a different story. It was possible that Supergirl was needed. Harry was one of the few that knew her identity.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as Harry stood up. It was time to meet up with Kara.
*******HPSG*******
Leaning outside the wall of CatCo, Harry licked at the ice cream cone in his hands. In a few minutes Kara would walk out that door and see him again. Her reaction would be a good one he hoped. She was a rather cheery person, so he imagine she would be pleased to see him. It'd be awkward if she wasn't.
"Harry?" Kara asked, her eyes seeking him out.
"Hey Kara," Harry ignored the darkness around her, "Long time."
"Last time I saw you was after my cousin saved me from Reactron."
"That was quite a bit ago wasn't it?"
Kara rolled her eyes, "Try a few months."
A small smile appeared on Harry's face, "You know how I am with time."
Instead of an exasperated roll of her eyes, which was usually the response Harry got, Kara hugged him tightly. Air was forced out of him by the strength of her hug. Then she stepped back with a wide grin and hooked her arm with his.
"So, what brings you back to National City?" Kara asked taking a lick from his ice cream cone.
"Business," Harry replied evenly, "But I have this week off to spend with you and Winn."
"Oh! My cousin's in town!"
"Clark's in town? I haven't seen him in forever."
That wasn't exactly true. Last time Harry had seen Clark was when he defeated Lex and locked him in jail. That was, at most, a few months ago. But Kara didn't need to know that. Well, it was possible she already did. After all, if Clark was back in town then he probably mentioned it in passing.
"I thought you helped him with Lex?" Kara asked.
"It feels like forever," Harry replied with a shrug.
"Yeah, same."
Once again licking from his ice cream cone, Harry looked around the street with a small frown. It might be Kara's time to die, the clock ticking down quickly, but Harry was going to make this the best time of her life.
"I think your cousin can take care of things for a bit. Let's have some fun. I have a birthday ball to attend for a business reason, want to be my date?" Harry asked.
"Harry!" Kara was blushing now.
"As friends Kara."
"Then I'd love too."
A true smile crossed Harry's face then. Laughing softly he smiled over at Kara, who was playing with her hair again. It wasn't anything flirty. Whenever Kara got flustered or embarrassed she played with her golden blonde hair. Harry felt nothing romantic for her, all of his feelings for her were platonic, but it was very enduring.
"Great. Very formal ball so we should get you a dress," Harry said, "Obviously I'm paying."
"Harry!" Kara exclaimed, wide blue eyes looking at him, "You don't have to do that!"
"I want too."
A soft pink blush was on Kara's face. Enduring.
They went to the mall together, Kara texting her friends and letting them know where she was. The first place they went was a very fancy store. There were tuxes and all kinds of dresses from ballgowns to cocktails. Immediately a girl with layered straight golden sandy blonde ombre hair came up. She was wearing light makeup, noticeable but not out there.
"Welcome to Sandy's Boutique. We have everything you need for any formal occasion. My name's Sylvia, how can I help you?" Sylvia asked.
"You can drop the pleasantries Sylvia," Harry replied, "I'm Harry and this is Kara. We're getting Kara a dress for a ball."
"Budget?"
"There isn't one. Now get her the best dress ever."
As the two went off to find some dresses, Harry sat down on one of the couches. It was a soft couch, practically swallowing him in. Relaxing he watched as the two disappeared into one of the dressing rooms. Thoughts began to come to the surface.
Was it morbid? Knowing that Kara was going to die, being unable to stop it, but pretending like nothing was going to happen. Not only that, but taking her to balls and doing everything she loved. Was he really doing the right thing here? He knew he couldn't stop it, she would die in an even worse way if he tried to prevent this death. And the next death would kill more people, kill all of National City. One life over millions. He learned the hard way that sometimes killing that one person, even if it was a friend, was often the best way to do it.
Before his thoughts could get even more morbid Kara stepped out of the dressing room. A light blue ball gown was draped over her, a sheer halter top with blue sequins around her neck that looked almost like a necklace. The fabric was a sweetheart neckline, blue sequins decorating it in a sophisticated design. A low waistline poofed out in tule, blue sequins scattered around in subtle ways. It was beautiful, but not Kara. It seemed a bit too girly and while Kara liked her dresses, she was not that much into glittery stuff.
"I don't think so," Kara muttered, moving the tule out of her way.
"Then try on a different one," Harry suggested.
Kara retreated back into the dressing room. Before anymore thoughts could come into his mind, the morbid ones, Kara returned out. This dress was a scarlet red color with lace on the sweetheart necklines, sleeves that didn't go past the shoulder in the same lace. A high waist with layered tules and an underskirt with a splattering of lace designs. Kara was scratching gently at her exposed chest.
"It's kinda itchy," Kara told him.
"Then try on another one."
After Kara retreated into the dressing room Harry pulled out his phone. There were a few texts from a couple of his business partners and other friends from this earth. But the one that really got him was the one from Clark. It was weird, since Clark always seemed to know when something was up with Harry.
From Clark:
Kara texted me earlier, said you were back in town. What is it this time?
One of the few people on this earth that knew Harry's position as the Master of Death was Clark. A few years ago Harry had run into Clark after reaping one of his friends. Immediately Clark attacked, and killed Harry. Before Clark could bury or leave Harry, he woke up again. After avoiding the attacks from Clark, Harry managed to convince him to stop shooting and let him explain. Then Harry explained, everything. Surprisingly Clark was understanding and they even became good friends.
To Clark:
I can't tell you Clark. I'm sorry.
That was when Kara came back out. This time she was wearing a maroon dress with a beaded halter. The back was low in a v-shape. A long skirt touched the ground in a flowy fashion. However the top looked weird, the straps attached to the halter front and connected to the lower part of the back.
"It's really hard to get on," Kara explained fiddling with the straps, "And it falls weird."
"You don't have to like all the dresses Kara. Or explain why you don't like it. Just choose the one you like the best," Harry told her.
Once again she retreated back into the dressing room. In his hand his phone buzzed. Weighing it in his hand Harry was unsure if he should even look at the text. Clark was the best at reading him. It wouldn't take long for him to put the pieces together. Find out that his own cousin, younger than him biologically but older by a technicality, was going to die. That would scar him deeply, completely ruin Superman. They were closer than either would like to admit.
From Clark:
I'm not going to like it am I?
Taking a deep breath, Harry thumbed out the answer.
To Clark:
No.
After hitting send Kara returned back out of the room. This dress was absolutely stunning on her. A sheer halter top, diamonds sparkling like a necklace, growing smaller the lower they got before becoming simple shimmers. The rest of the dress was a deep blue, the same color as the dark blue on her costume, shimmering with every step she took. It was a mermaid dress, the folds at the bottom swishing around as she spun for Harry.
"I like it," Kara said with a smile, "Simple but beautiful."
"Then we'll get it," Harry replied, smiling back, "Go get changed and we'll check out."
Once again Kara disappeared into the dressing room, but this time with the dress she was going to at the ball.
To Clark:
You're coming to the ball tomorrow night correct? This ball is in honor of Superman.
He didn't have to wait long for a response.
From Clark:
Not as Superman, but yes I'm going.
Checking the time quickly, not that he had anywhere to go but Kara did have to be at home soon. Harry replied to Clark.
To Clark:
So I'm finally going to meet the infamous Lois Lane?
He could practically hear Clark's exasperation.
From Clark:
You've met her before.
Harry smiled and didn't bother with an answer. Most likely Clark would already know his answer. If he didn't, well it wasn't like it was the end of the world. That was a fact, Harry knew what would cause the end of the world. Not answering a text wasn't one of them. Actually, it was. But not this text.
"Ready?" Harry asked as Kara exited the dressing room with dress in hand.
"Let's go."
**********HPSG**********
With Kara on his arm Harry entered the ballroom. Today was Kara's last day alive, he might as well make the most of it. So far, it was going swimmingly. There had been no alien attacks today (that was his doing), Kara was relaxed and happy. Not to mention that there would be nothing but fun for the rest of the night.
Let's not forget that Kara looked absolutely stunning tonight as well. It was clear that her makeup was done by Alex however, simple but so cleverly done. Light eyeshadow, dark enough to make a difference but not enough that it was all they could see. Her lipstick was the same way, a dark pink but not overly noticeable. Then there was her hair, gathered to her left side and curled, a silver headband keeping it in place. It looked like a tiara on her head.
"You said that Clark was going to be here?" Kara questioned, "I don't see him."
"That's because we're behind you," Clark said, coming up behind Kara.
Lois and Clark were a stunning sight. However everyone's eyes immediately got drawn to Lois. Her dress was a simple silvery one shoulder grecian style. The silvery white fabric twisted around her body, a golden belt around her waist. It was loose fitted once past the belt. Then there was her hair, parted on the left side and pulled up in a loose side bun on the right. A few wayward strands framed her face. Clark however was in a simple black and white tux, much like Harry, with his hair slicked back.
"Clark!" Kara hugged him tightly.
"Hey cuz," Clark replied, hugging her back.
"You look beautiful Kara," Lois said, putting a hand on Kara's shoulder.
"So do you," Kara told her, gesturing at Lois dress.
Lois brushed off the compliment with an ease only she could manage. While the girls were talking, seeming to enjoy themselves, Clark and Harry went off separately. Even if Lois couldn't protect herself all that well (Clark had really become her safety net) Kara could take care of them both. Not that Harry would let that happen, this was supposed to be a good last night for Kara.
"Will you tell me what you're really doing here? It can't just be for this business ball, you miss these all the time," Clark said, picking up a champagne glass from a passing waiter, handing one to Harry.
"Trust me Clark, you don't want to know," Harry replied, taking the champagne glass, "Just enjoy yourself."
"Is it me? Kara? One of our friends?"
"Clark, drop it. Please."
Maybe it was the pleading look on his face, maybe just the knowledge that he truly didn't want to know, Clark dropped it. Whatever the reason Harry was truly grateful. He didn't want to explain it all too Clark. Especially not now.
"Why can't you tell me? I could do something," Clark pleaded.
"Then you'd die and everyone in National City. I've already checked," Harry said, watching the swirling liquid in the glass, "As much as I hate it, hate what I'm going to have to do, there is no way to stop it. I'll call you when it's time."
With that, Harry returned to Kara's side and spent the rest of the night making it absolutely perfect.
*******HPSG*******
It was time. The tugging on his gut had started, letting him know that it was happening. There was no way to avoid it. Even if he didn't show up it would still happen. The only difference is that she would be trapped where she died for the rest of her eternal life. A fate worse than the afterlife. Harry wouldn't wish that upon anyone, not even Voldemort or Minister Rogers. Not even the Dread Doctors or whatever other crazy villains he went against. Much less wish it upon Kara. Sweet, sweet Kara who brightened the world around her.
The tugging got more insistent. A pop later Harry showed up to where Kara was fighting. Her opponent was none other than an agent of the President herself. The opponent was in a suit of krypton, armed with a krypton spear that's tip was bigger than a regular plant pot. Horrifyingly enough it seemed that the agent was about to stab Kara through with it.
"No, please," Kara begged.
"I have orders from the president," the agent replied, before thrusting the spear all the way through Kara.
Green kryptonite went straight through Kara, dripping blood at the edge. Her blue eyes went wide, even as she gripped the kryptonite spear lodged inside her. Without remorse in his eyes, the agent yanked back out the spear. Supergirl collapsed to the ground, bleeding heavily. A gaping wound in her stomach. Earlier Harry had called Superman, so he wasn't surprised when red heat vision struck the man in the head, killing him instantly.
"Kara!" Clark exclaimed, rushing to her side.
"D-don't… tr-trust," Kara gasped, dying quickly, "P-pr-pre…."
Harry appeared by their sides, watching as the ghost of Kara finished her sentence. However the light from once so bright and shining blue eyes disappeared. Life left the body, forming the ghost standing in front of him. Clark couldn't see the ghost of Kara, instead staring at her dead body in disbelief.
"No, no. Kara! KARA! Please, please. Don't go, don't go," Clark was crying openly now.
"Clark?" Kara asked, "I'm right here. Clark, I'm right in front of you."
"I'm so sorry… I couldn't protect you."
Harry put a comforting hand on Clark's shoulder. There was nothing more he could do. For once Clark didn't seem to know what to do. His eyes were blank, staring right into Kara's unseeing blue eyes. The other Kara was watching this, everything finally sinking in.
"You told me everyone died if she didn't," Clark whispered.
"That's the truth," Harry replied, "She would have died either way Clark. Either it was on her own or everyone died with her."
"Who ordered her death?"
"The President."
Without another word Clark took off. Closing his eyes gently, just knowing what would happen now, Harry turned to Kara. She was staring at her dead body, kneeling down in front of it. This always happened, but she was the first just to stare without any emotion on her face. A few seconds later she turned to him.
"I'm dead?"
"Yes."
"What do I do know?"
"Come with me, too the afterlife."
"Are my parents there?" Kara asked, "My planet?"
"All of them. And soon Kal El will join you Kara Zor El."
"How?"
"He will stop defending the Earth and go into hiding with Lois and your family. After Cat Grant exposes the President of all she has done, killing you and many others, Kal El disposes of the President and General Lane. After that he never shows his face again, until he dies due to an anti-alien group. They were experimenting on aliens, he saved them but died. A hero."
"Thank you Harry."
Gently placing a hand on her forehead, Harry sent Kara to the afterlife. A bright light enveloped her and she soon disappeared. All that was left of her was her body and the legend she had become.
Me: So, I started Supergirl recently and after reading some fanfictions and watching youtube this came to mind. The whole Stiles confronting Harry prompt just wouldn't become long enough so I just added this in the same chapter. Hope you don't mind.
Stiles: Finally, I'm featured in a chapter.
Me: It was like, not even a page.
Stiles: Still.
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