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Chapter 6 – Who are you?

Standing on the roof of a building Batman watched over this new city. Granted he would stop petty crimes, but he was looking more for the unusual, something that would lead him to magic. More than just looking, he was thinking over the meal he just had with Harry, Hermione and Ron, as well as the information Alfred and he had gathered that afternoon.

Flashback to that afternoon:

Bruce entered the dental clinic after leaving Grunnings at lunch.

He thought about what he had learned on the flight, 'Apparently the Grangers have run this clinic for the past seventeen years, taking time off during the summers to vacation with their daughter.'

"May I help you," a woman with long curly hair asked from the counter.

"Yes," Bruce responded, "May I speak privately with you and your Dr. Granger?"

Looking down at the appointment book, thinking there must be a medical condition that needed discussed. The woman nodded and said, "Please step back here, sir."

"John," she said, "There is a Mr… I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

Smiling, Bruce replied, "Wayne, ma'am."

Looking at Bruce, then at her husband, she gulped then said, "Mr. Wayne wants to speak with us."

"I hope I am not keeping you from anything Doctors Granger," Bruce said.

"No, not at all," John Granger said. "Please call me John and this is my wife Helen."

"Can I get you anything to drink Mr. Wayne," Helen asked confused why one of the world's richest men was in their clinic.

"No I am fine and please call me Bruce," he said. "Let me get to the point, I am looking for talented people for a special project Wayne Enterprises is beginning and I believe your daughter is just the person to be a part of it."

Both parents looked at each other in shock before Helen spoke up, "Mr. Wayne, I'm not sure what help Hermione could be, she has not even graduated yet."

Smiling and preparing to shock them even further, he said, "Yes I know, but according to what I have read and heard she is the smartest witch of her day."

"That's beside the point," John replied without thinking.

Helen looked at her husband in shock, then turned to Bruce with the look of a mother about to defend her child she said, "Mr. Wayne I don't know what game you are playing here, but calling my child a witch is uncalled for."

"Dr. Granger," he began, "I know what your daughter is, I am well aware of the world of magic. That is one of the very reasons why I know she will be an asset."

Looking at Bruce trying to sense his intentions to their daughter, Helen then nodded at her husband.

"Bruce," John said, "You will have to forgive us, we have been told to keep this a secret and quite honestly we don't want our daughter hurt by people who would not understand."

Smiling at them Bruce said, "I understand completely, in fact could you give me some more information about her and her friends at school? I may have jobs for them as well."

Back on the roof that night

'They are good people,' he thought. 'They care a great deal about their daughter and apparently know there is a war coming.'

Batman scared off a few muggers and one rapist, but still hadn't seen anything that would qualify as Death Eater activity.

'I was not surprised to find very little information about Ron Weasley,' he mused. 'Apparently the Wizarding world doesn't share very much with their Mundane counterparts. What shocked me most is Harry Potter.'

Early that afternoon, while Harry and his friends were at Gringotts

Looking around Alfred was impressed by the garden and immaculate yard.

As he approached the door, he heard a man yelling inside.

"THEY ARE GOING TO PAY FOR FIRING ME," the man bellowed. "That weasel Simpson came in and said my services weren't needed there anymore."

"Vernon," a female voice said, "What are we going to do?"

Alfred chose that moment to ring the bell. He heard someone stomping to the door and stepped back as it was pulled open quickly.

"What do you want," Vernon Dursley sneered. "We don't give to any charities and don't want to talk about your church."

He then tried to slam the door in Alfred's face, but Alfred was able to stop him. Thinking quickly he said, "I understand you are upset, but my name is Alfred Smythe I'm doing a story on unfair firings at Grunnings. I was wondering if I could speak with you Mr. Dursley."

Vernon paused a moment, before puffing up with a bit of pride and said loudly so the neighbors could hear, "Of course Mr. Smythe I would be happy to speak with you for the paper."

Alfred sat and silently suffered as Vernon and Petunia said this wouldn't of happened if that damn yank hadn't bought the company. As he was listening to them prattle he noticed how unnaturally clean the house was. 'I like a clean house, but this is next to impossible,' he thought.

Looking around he saw pictures of a large boy, which was obviously their son but none of their nephew.

"Mr. Dursley," Alfred said, "Could you tell me about your family?"

Vernon looked slightly nervous before Alfred said, "To give more background so the readers know how this is affecting an obvious family man."

Petunia smiled and said, "We have our one son Dudley, who goes to…"

Alfred appeared to keep listening while looking for signs of the fact Potter lived here at all.

Nodding, Alfred then asked, "I understand your nephew lives here as well. What about him?"

Vernon's face began to slowly turn purple and tersely said, "That Freak, he's nothing but a trouble maker. He attends St. Brutus for the Criminally Insane and should have been drowned when he was left on our door step, would keep normal people safer that way. We had to keep him locked in that cupboard over there to make sure he didn't kill us in our sleep."

Alfred tried to appear nonplussed, but inside was seething. Just then Dudley came in the back door talking to one of his gang outside.

"Let me get my stash from upstairs guys," he said as he waddled up the stairs.

"I think that wraps up this interview," Alfred said. "I am quite sure you will see this story in the paper tomorrow."

Alfred left the Dursley's and got into a black car to go meet with Bruce at the Grangers.

In his suite after dinner

"The fact Harry is alive and doesn't want to kill them is a miracle"' Bruce said.

"Sir," Alfred began, "I am sorry I acted without speaking to you regarding his Aunt and Uncle. However I could not in good faith lie to them about being in the paper."

Bruce smirked at Alfred and said, "It is all right, I'm quite sure they will be pleased with the story of how their son is a drug dealer and abuser of children."

"I think the three of them will come around," Alfred said.

"Did you notice Harry's demeanor," Bruce asked. "He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders."

"Yes sir," Alfred said, "I did see that look and it reminded me of you."

Bruce grumbled at Alfred before getting up to change into his work clothes. After he re-entered the room, he said, "Don't wait up for me I want to see if I can find some of these Death Eaters and introduce myself."

"Of course sir, do be careful," Alfred responded to the empty room.

Back on the roof

'What was that,' he thought as he saw a flash of purple light from an alleyway.

Batman ran across the rooftops and paused as he saw two men in black robes and white masks torturing a woman.

'CRUCIO' one of the men cast at the woman as she screamed in agony.

"Very good Malfoy," the man said. "I am surprised you could do this, especially since you couldn't kill Dumbledore."

"Shut up MacNair," Malfoy said. "I'm glad that Mudblood loving fool is dead."

Hearing enough, Batman threw a bat-a-rang at the one called MacNair, hitting him in the back of the head. He then landed behind Malfoy and tapped him on the shoulder before saying, "Boo."

Malfoy screamed and backed away trying to hit the caped man with various curses, 'sectumsempra', 'diffindo', 'crucio'.

The Dark Knight easily dodged the curses, and smacked the wand out of Malfoy's hand then grabbed him by the front of the robes.

Malfoy wet himself as he realized this was the demon the Daily Prophet had written about. "Please don't hurtme," he begged.

"I'm not going to kill you, I need you to pass along a message to Voldemort," he growled. "Tell him, I am going to make sure he pays for his actions and he will be stopped."

Draco nodded and whimpered, "What are you?"

"I'm Batman," he said and dropped Draco on the ground before firing a rope into the sky and flying off.

A/N: Yes the last two paragraphs are borrowed and changed from the movie, Batman. But the line works so it had to be done