Nymphadora Tonks: What is the big idea?
Scott the Wanderer: Well, I needed to show a few things. Sorry you were exposed to that.
Tonks: You are so lucky you had Harry save me the way you did. ~wand tip glowing~
Scott: You know that hexing the writer does not work, right?
Tonks: Oh, I know. But hexing your laptop…
Scott: Okay, Okay, I give, I give. What do you want?
Tonks: ~fingers tapping her chin~ I think you already know what I want.
Scott: Fine, but you give the disclaimer
Tonks: Scott the Wanderer does not own Harry Potter, Smallville, DC Comics or anything you recognize.
DalkonCledwin:
Harry will not be quite as strong as his brother, but you're still right. Harry is in a league all his own as far as the wizarding world is concerned.
Harry's animagus form will be interesting I promise. Drangs look like fun, but no promises.
I'm trying to minimize the impact of DC Heroes on the Wizarding World. Though there is room for the two people you mentioned, much later in the story. Though they may be mentioned earlier.
Yeah, but I am going with the AI's being buggy technological attempts at recreating the Kryptonian version of a Magic Painting.
Yeah, and he is not even at full exaggerated density yet.
Yeah, Jor El was considered one of the most intelligent biologic beings in the 28 Known galaxies. Only some New Gods and the Oan Guardians were considered smarter. Lara and Par his wives are just a brilliant so neither Kal nor Har are dumb in any sense of the word. Though they certainly act that way at times.
Hermione has some access to information she doesn't even know she knows. It will come out later and no, I am not letting Par speak to her
I always like writing a smart Snape, even if I make him a miscreant. This one is Evil, but still has lines he will not cross. Sure he'll torture a muggle to death, but never commit a rape willingly. And while part of his cover is to recruit new Death Eaters among the Slytherins he wants them to be more like him than say Nott Sr, the Lestrange brothers, or Greyback.
Joe Lawyer : I am trying to keep it interesting my mixing the two world styles.
robert32514: thank you
: The Weasleys were on STRONG Calming Draughts and seeing their Son continue to exist helped a little. They are grieving heavily in private, and did not want to subject Harry to that. The Twins are enjoying the fruits of having a Ghost brother and it is helping them get over it, though they too are grieving private. Same with Percy.
Lordamnesia: Thank you
Toaneo07 Ver2.0: hope that is a good wow
VizeerLord: Was it Har El's parentage, his arrival on Earth, or was it why he was powerless for so long? The last has to do with story elements that will come up
davycrockett100: Thank you
Penny is wise: I always believed Draco took after Narcissa in that way. Family is important, even if they aren't close. Plus it is a matter of you can't let people hurt your family and get away with it. As for Tonks and Harry, she'll help him on everything but the most intimate. At this point she is gonna go Big Sister on him.
TenchiSolutionsForAll: The challenger is Tonks shipper too, but sorry to say this is Veela only. Tonks will be lik the big sister. As for Ghost!Ron, he is not plagued by jealousy that living Ron was, mostly because he knows even if he can't speak about it. The door exploding is just a visual, I know technically it would be called an implosion, but people immediately think of something collapsing on itself when they hear/read implode. Hermione did indeed say Harrel and in the future you will know why she did.
Mattcun: and done
discb: Yeah, I borrowed the concept from a Smallville/X-men crossover. Kryptonian minds are to human minds what a human mind is to an ant's. Dumbledore knows there are thoughts there and can even see them, but understanding them…not possible
Lokarryn: I like to write Snape as either completely diabolic evil or as someone who has a code. In this Snape might be Dark and Evil, but there are lines he will not cross. Same with Lucius and Bellatrix (though the latter has far fewer compunctions rape being one of the few)
"Terra is one of the lynchpins of the universe. Like New Genesis, Apokalips, and Oa, the events that occur on Terra have far reaching consequences. Nobody has ever been able to determine the reason for this. After all, Terra is a backwater planet whose dominant species has only barely made it to their singular moon. However, the truth of the situation cannot be denied, Terra has great cosmic importance. Why else would the El family show interest." Jor El
Nymphadora Tonks had recovered from shock induced unconsciousness with her memories intact. Her report to the Headmaster and the Heads of House was more than enough to have the DMLE brought in. Unfortunately, despite overwhelming evidence, the four would be rapists were released on bond as their families had connections and the funds to 'post bail'. Many understood that the supposed bail bonds were just bribes to keep the gits out of Azkaban. The trial was set for the end of November, though nobody really expected justice to prevail in the Wizengamot. As it was each of the Hogwarts houses lost two hundred points, placing them in the negative for the actions of the four idiots. Gryffindor was credited one hundred and fifty for Harry's actions in stopping the attack, while Hufflepuff had all two hundred restored for Tonk's bravery and sense of fair play.
"So, let's see. You are unbelievably strong, tougher than giant skin, and faster than a speeding stupefy." Tonks, who had suitably impressed upon Harry and Hermione that her first name was forbidden, listed off Harry's obvious powers. She was still amazed that the ickle Harrikens she saw being sorted was now this budding hunk, let along what she saw him do. "Did I miss anything?"
"He lifted the pink boulder in the courtyard wandlessly. He may not look it but he weighs a little less than nineteen stone. He doesn't suffer from cold or heat like we do. He's fireproof. He heals extraordinarily fast." Hermione started listing off things Harry had mentioned and finished with an observation of her own. "Finally, he's developed a full Eidetic Memory. He corrected me on a passage in Hogwarts: A History."
"Yep, that's me." Harry shook his head sadly. "The biggest freak in the castle."
"Oi! You say that like it's a bad thing. If you weren't the way you are, I'd have been gang-raped and maybe obliviated of it." Tonks scowled at her newest friend for his negativity. Shaking her head she let out a long sigh. "So, if you are going to call yourself a freak it better be as a joke or with a smile, got it? You do not want to get on my badside."
"What are you gonna do? Spank me." Harry impishly chuckled.
"No, I'd flash you." Tonks grinned evilly. "A Miss Johnson informed me of how red you get in the locker-room after Quidditch practice."
"Well, certainly safer than trying to spank him." Hermione shook her head. She had loosened up a lot after some of the upper years had taken her under-wing. "I punched him in the shoulder, almost broke my knuckle and he never noticed."
"But is it really a deterrent? And I may get redder than tomato, but I enjoy the view." Harry smirked.
"I will morph into Albus Dumbledore before I do it." Tonks smiled evilly as both of her new friends paled almost ashen white. It was good to be a shapeshifter with a pranking side.
Simon Hellar was for the second time in his life afraid. Somehow, Draco Malfoy had acquired a great deal of help in sneaking into his Dorm room. Simon recognized quite a few of the 7th year Slytherins and one or two 6th year Ravenclaws despite the fact he was hanging upside down by his ankles. Malfoy for his part did very little other than direct the upper years to action.
"Simon, Simon, Simon…Did you really think House Black would not respond to your attack?" Draco was having a bit of fun channeling his father as he paced in front of the bound Simon Hellar. Normally he projected a much weaker front outside of Slytherin so he was underestimated. "Did you think you would escape punishment? A second son of a Lesser House attacking the Daughter of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House? I thought you were a Ravenclaw."
"That halfblood bitch is from a disowned branch, she means nothing to House Black." Simon tried to bluster.
Draco took the beater's bat from Marcus and swung, the reinforced and specially charmed bat cracked one of Simon's ribs. Simon of course screamed out a few obscenities.
"Simon, do not call my cousin a Bitch again or I will turn this over to Flint. He had the idea to polyjuice you into a girl and make you truly suffer, but it was too close to a line I would rather not cross." Draco snarled. "Andromeda was never fully disowned. Grandmother didn't have the power. So, Nymphadora is indeed a Black, Halfblood or not."
Simon was too busy wimpering in pain to respond.
"Now, Simon, Nymphadora might not be my favorite person, but she is blood. For that, by the time I am done, you will wish Potter had killed you." Draco grinned ferally. "And then your Ravenclaw year mates will heal you, and hex you so you can never speak of this. I will return tomorrow night and we will do this again and again until justice is served."
All Simon knew after that was pain, pure unadulterated and unending pain that he was not allowed to escape from.
"Who knew you could be hardcore like that, Draco?" Marcus Flint shivered dramatically as he entered the Slytherin common room a few hours later. "I almost feel sorry for anyone who crosses Slytherin when you take the reins."
"That wasn't really Draco." Pansy Parkinson sighed as rubbed her friend's back. "It was a dose of Cold Heart and a pensieve memory of his father handling a similar attack on his younger sister."
"BLLAAARGH!" Draco vomited up everything he ate in the last day into the charmed waste can. "I wish it was just the way my Father dealt with it. He tricked me and gave me the memory of the actual attack as well. BLLAAARGH!"
"Bugger." Flint shook his head. "Am I ever glad your Father doesn't know me."
"You really should eat something." Ron said as he watched his still living friend stare at a plate of food. "I know you are nervous, but you need the energy."
Harry suppressed the urge to snap that he wasn't hungry. First it would be cruel and second it wasn't true. He was starving, but his stomach was rolling with nerves. He'd barely choked down his Nutrient Potion. He was just thankful that unless they were poisoned, they were impossible to vomit.
"He'd clearly nervous, Ronald. The Twins and their stories are not helping him either." Hermione Granger was reading Quidditch through the Ages. If her friend was going to be a Seeker, she was going to be informed about the game. "I doubt this book helped him either."
"Like he has a reason to be scared." Ron scoffed. "You saw what happened to the bludger that hit him in the back of the head."
"Yes, it knocked Harry out for a minute and it had to be pried off his head." Hermione shook her head. "He was mildly concussed as well."
"It isn't the danger involved." Harry decided to stop this before it became 'funniest Harry hit by a Bludger' story contest. "I'm…I've never been part of a team. In kickball, I was never chosen. Once team selection got to me, they just went and played…without me. What if I lose?"
"Then you lose, no big deal." Tonks sat across the table from Harry and plopped down a cup half full of a chalky pink liquid in front of Harry. "Cedric has been Hufflepuff Seeker for three years. He made Best Seeker last year and only caught the snitch half the time. Now drink that and eat some toast and eggs. You'll need it to beat Slytherin."
"Alright." Harry took the cup and downed the pink brew noting that it didn't taste horrible. Feeling his stomach settle he started to nibble on some toast.
"What kind of potion is that?" Hermione asked before she took the cup and sniffed. "Pepto Bismol?"
"Even wizards can't improve on Pepto." Tonks chuckled. "I swear I went through a bottle of this a week during OWL year."
"Aren't you going to wear the seeker armor, Harry?" Oliver Wood asked as he walked through the locker-room. When he noticed the rest of the team look at him with some bemusement, he quickly realized why he suddenly felt like the village idiot. "Right. Sorry. Habit is hard to break."
"It's alright. Rather you worry about us than not care." Harry replied as he grabbed the Nimbus 2000. He'd tested it out and found despite his additional mass, the broom handled just the same as before. He just had to remember to go easy. "Did you discuss my idea with everyone?"
"Well, I did find it interesting. I spent half the evening looking through the rules and found nothing that prohibits it." Oliver sighed as he scratched the back of his neck. "We just haven't had time to create plays off of the idea, but if you see and opening, go for it."
"Alright." Harry nodded as he pulled on the special fingerless dragonhide gloves. He really didn't need the protection, but the straps involved secured his sleeves in order to minimize wind resistance.
*Wood cleared his throat for silence. "Okay, men," he said.
"And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson.
"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."
"The big one," said Fred Weasley.
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." He glared at them all as if to say, 'Or else.' "Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."
Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren't going to give way, walked onto the field to loud cheers.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. "Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him.*
Harry took up position high above what was the plane of skirmish and waited with bated breath for the signal to being play. Looking briefly through the stands he saw that he the Gryffindor stands had banners cheering him on in particular. He had to admit he liked the 'Potter for President' that was flashing from Red to Gold and back. He saw he had a lot supporters in Hufflepuff including Tonks who got the boys to paint themselves gold with red lettering to spell out: 'Harry is our Hero'. In fact the only tower that wasn't cheering him on was Slytherin, but from what he understood it was solely due to house unity.
"Hope you're prepared to lose Potter." Terence Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker jeered at him as he too took up a high position. "Don't worry, we'll only beat you by a few hundred points."
Harry just ignored the older seeker. From what he heard, Higgs was good, but it was really the Chasers who managed to win the Cup for Slytherin the last few years. All he had to do was catch the Snitch before the Slytherins ran up too many goals. Or, if Slytherin was really unlucky, use the trump card. Madam Pomfrey had been quite clear that she would not be upset if for once Slytherins came off the worse for wear. That was saying something as the Mediwitch was a Slytherin alumni.
Madam Hooch released the Golden Snitch, which immediately flew up and around both Higg and Harry's heads before zooming off. As drilled into them, the two seekers stayed dead still on their brooms. Reaching for the Snitch before the Quaffle was tossed earned the Seeker an explusion from the team. Moments later the bludgers were released followed by the Quaffle being tossed. The Chasers and Beaters on both sides exploded into action.
Harry was paying only half attention to the game below him, keeping most of his attention scanning the entire pitch for the golden Snitch. Even with his improved vision he hadn't spotted it yet, and he was feeling useless. He hated feeling useless, even when his only use seemed to be chores for the Dursleys, Harry had preferred the times when he could do something to the times he was idle. Now, that there was something he could do for fun, he wanted to make the most of it.
"Already thirty to ten." Terrance taunted from broom back as he started circling Harry. "Oooh that had to hurt. Looks like one of your Chasers has a pretty hard head. Must be from all the times it's hit the headboard serving her betters."
Harry wanted to tune out Terrence, but comments like that slipped in. If it wasn't for the calming exercises Tonks had taught him, he would have punched Higgs. Instead he deployed the answer she had taught him to repeat. "Well, she can't be a pillow biter like you."
Higgs almost fell off his broom, mostly from shock of the excellent comeback, but also a little bit of trying to restrain his laughter. He didn't really dislike Potter like some in his house did. He was just playing the same mind games that all Seekers played with each other. Apparently, Potter had been given lessons. Any response Higgs might have had died out when he saw the Snitch, and with the way Harry's eyes had twitched he'd seen it too.
Higgs was off like a shot. Higgs prided himself on owning a Comet 300, which for a while had been the fastest brooms on the racing market. He'd had it properly tuned by his father and the difference between his broom and a Nimbus 2000 was as little as 10mph. So it was with a great deal of awe he saw Harry Potter take off a second after him, pass him and was half a broom length ahead. Harry Potter was pushing his Nimbus 2000 well past it's limit.
Bludgers were sent flying at the two Seekers as soon as it was clear they were chasing the Snitch. Higgs cursed as one of the iron balls clipped against his shoulder-pad. It would have nailed him in the ribs if he hadn't jinked at the last moment. Seeing Potter pull further ahead, the Slytherin Seeker pushed his broom harder than he would have against Diggory. When Harry had to jink around a bludger that would have hit his broom, Higgs caught his lucky break and was now neck and neck with the younger player.
The race for the Snitch was in full swing as the animated golden ball zoomed through the hectic play of the chasers. Harry was just starting to get a lead when seemingly out of nowhere; Marcus Flint careened direly into his flight path. Completely knocked off course, Harry spun away barely getting his broom back under control before he slammed into the Hufflepuff tower. Immediately Professor Hooch called a foul. All four Towers were booing, though in the Slytherins' case they were booing Hooches call. If it had come a moment later, Higgs could have had the snitch.
In the confusion of arranging the penalty shot, both Harry and Higgs had completely lost the Snitch. Both seeker were reduced to just flying Eagle and attempting to regain sight of the elusive ball. The battle between the Chasers heated up considerably with both teams displaying some amazing teamwork. The action was so fast and furious that most of the crowd were drawn in and overlooked the two Seekers.
"Where could it be?" Harry whispered to himself as he concentrated on trying to find any sign of the Snitch. He was more than a little angry with himself on how he allowed Marcus Flint to just slam him off course. Of course the other option would have severely hurt the Slytherin Captain. He was so absorbed with finding the Snitch and blaming himself for losing it, that he didn't notice his broom was starting to act funny, though when it suddenly inverted he did.
Unprepared for the sudden roll of his Broom, Harry was holding on by only his hands. He was conscious enough not to squeeze with his whole might, but he was holding on for dear life. The innate fear of falling most beings had overwhelmed his common sense. Otherwise he would have known a hundred foot drop to grassy earth was less dangerous than being punched through a stone wall. As he hung from the malfunctioning broom it began to shake, swerve wildly and otherwise try to buck him off. When that was proving difficult the broom started lurching upwards, higher and higher.
"Bollocks!" Harry muttered. "Just my luck I get the one defective Nimbus 2000."
Looking around to see if there would be any help, Harry noticed that Higgs had caught sight of the snitch and was angling for it. The golden ball was flying just ten feet from pitch surface below Harry. Quickly making a decision he let go fo the wildly bucking broom and twisted his body around into a dive. Qudditch rules stated that as long as a Seeker was airborne a catch was legal. Harry was hoping that he could grab the ball before he hit the ground.
There was a stadium wide scream of fear as Harry Potter took a swan dive off his broom at two hundred feet. Some thought the broom had finally shook him off. However, two girls and one ghost who knew Harry pretty well were sure he had done it on purpose. Everyone watched as Harry angled his body reach one hand forward in an attempt to catch the snitch. A few of the students absently noted he was falling faster than freefall as he plunged towards the Earth. A moment later Harry impacted into the ground with a resounding WHUMP!
The scene was surreal, Harry Potter's feet were sticking out of the ground as the boy had literally drove himself into the ground. Immediately Hooch, who had watch the whole thing play out blew the whistle to pause the game. As brooms came to a rest in the air, it was a race to see who got to Harry's side first: Hagrid, Flitwick, McGonagall, Tonks, Granger or the Weasley Twins. By virtue of being on brooms, the Twins won and were quickly trying to vanish the soil around Harry, something that was a good three years ahead of their supposed education level. By the time Hagrid arrived, well ahead the others, Harry's lower legs were visible. With a might yank, the Groundskeeper pulled an unharmed but extremely dirty Harry out of the ground. Almost immediately, Harry coughed up the Snitch with he had almost swallowed.
As is so very often the case, the Quidditch match ended with one Captain trying to contest the ruling.
"He was not on a broom!" Marcus Flint barely kept from truly yelling at Madam Hooch. Oh he wanted to, but upsetting the only completely neutral faculty member could be bad for Slytherin.
"The official ruling is as long he is airborne the catch is legal. It wouldn't matter if he was riding a bludger." Madam Hooch countered.
"But he didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it." Flint tried again.
"It wouldn't matter if he caught it with his arse crack." Hooch responded with a small grin at the way Flint flinched. "He restrained the Snitch without container or magic. It's valid. Gryffindor wins."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Tonks and Hermione were yelling in eerie unison at their friend. "HOW DARE YOU DO THAT! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? I NEARLY HAD A STROKE! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? SCRATCH THAT, I KNOW YOU WEREN'T THINKING!"
"Now I know why people are weirded out when we do that Fred." The self identified George said as he watch the two witches hug Harry, then borrow their Beater bats to give him head smacks afterwards, then hug him again.
"Yes, but at least we don't try to smack people with Beater's bats." Fred nodded. "Though, we do the hugging thing on occasion."
"Mr. Potter. I realize you are far more durable than the average student, but I pray you will refrain from such incidents in the future unless life and limb are on the line." Professor McGonagall managed to put the almost literal fear of death into Harry with her glare. Seeing the young man wilt a little, she sighed. "Congratulation on winning the match, Harry. I suspect once Madam Pomfrey checks you over there will be a rather large celebration in the common room.
"Diving off your broom at two hundred feet?" Madam Pomfrey had vanished the dirt and grass from Harry and his uniform with just a flick of her wand. A moment later she was performing diagnostic spells. "What were you thinking?"
"He wasn't." Hermone growled from Harry's side.
"I'll have you know I was thinking." Harry replied, just a little hurt that being read the riot act for not getting hurt. "I was thrown through a stone wall and only had bruises. A magically reinforced wall I might add. Some dirt was not going to kill me."
"No, but what if you suffocated while you were buried in the yard like a tent stake?" Tonks was on his other side giving him a stern glare.
"What it would take you more than a day to get to him?" Ron Weasley had been floating behind Poppy. He had watched the game through the telescopes on the astronomy tower, like all the other ghosts did.
"Ronald, it only takes five minutes without oxygen for the human brain to suffer damage." Hermione rattled off. "It took us three minutes to reach him, despite sprinting."
"True. But, Harry was more than safe." Ron shrugged as he wanted to correct Hermione, but he did not like the thought of the Place of Infinite Teletubbies. He certainly was not going to risk being placed there for intentional disclosure of what he learned from Harry's parents. "You got him out of the ground in plenty of time."
"Well, according to my spells you have suffered no injuries whatsoever, Mr. Potter. Not even a hangnail." Poppy frowned. "However, I suggest you restrain yourself from doing anything quite so foolhardy during Quidditch again. Who knows if your strange abilities might just cease working some day."
Harry blanched at that thought. If he was normal, he'd be a tomato colored greasy stain on the field. He suddenly couldn't be even a little angry that Hermione and Tonks were treating him like they were. He'd do the same to them if they endangered their lives.
"I'm sorry. Can't say it won't happen again, but I won't do it purposely for stupid reasons." Harry said after a few moments.
"That's all we ask." Tonks nodded. "So can we spring the human lawn dart?"
"After he drinks a nutrient potion and some Liquid Sun." Poppy said as she summoned the two bottles from the storage cabinet. "Now, Mr. Potter, I want you to rest this evening. Unless life and limb is on the line do not confront any Trolls, Giants, Dragons, or pieces of Human-Filth. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am." Harry nodded as he took the potions. He did not mind drinking these potions as to him even the Liquid Sun tasted pretty good.