Chapter One: "Enter the Dragon."

"So, what is your relationship with the Legends, Harry?"

Harry Potter sat on the couch and had a look on his face as if he wondered what he got himself into. Still, he smiled, as if it was restrained.

"Bit of a complicated question. But, I'll answer it the best I can. Although things have changed. Generally, I tag along whenever something needs my attention. Which happens. A lot."

Harry paused for dramatic effect.

"Most of the big team ups happen, oh about around every December. They mandate a lot of heroes showing up to deal with some threat that is bigger than big. The Central City crew, the Star City crew, National City, Gotham, and the Legends, they generally stay in their own lane, but magically in December, these things cross over. And I'm on fairly good terms with most of the Legends. Well, really good terms with Sara. She helped me save the multiverse seven weeks ago. You tend to bond with a person after that. But, Crisis, boy that's a mess. I feel like you need a documentary about Crisis alone. Or maybe a mini-series. Ask Netflix. They'd put anything on there these days."

A long sigh had followed.

"I'm on generally good terms with Ava. Although right now, I'm questioning her decision making abilities."

The camera focuses on the one and only Harry Potter, who has the tense look of a young man who wonders what he got himself into.

"So, if the public has this thirst for more of the Legends, after they went viral stopping an insidious demon bent for domination last spring," Harry remarked. "The entire Heyworld thing. Which I really am regretting not being a part of, the more things unravel because of it."

Harry just shook his head.

"Kara, my wife, lovely woman, she convinced me to sit out of this one. Well, she did, because technically the status quo changed after Crisis. But again, you're going to need a Mini-Series to weave through all of the pre-Crisis and post-Crisis shifts in my life alone. Never mind everyone else. Although, I do like a lot of the new changes. But, that's not the point. I'm getting off the subject."

It was a few minutes later that Harry collected his thoughts.

"Anyway, Kara, talked me into sitting this one out. You see, the Legends skipped the last Crossover. Didn't even return her message. So, naturally, she was kind of miffed about it."

"And of course, you're talking about Kara Zor-El, better known as Supergirl."

"Of course," Harry said. "Granted, these days secret identities aren't what they used to be. Know the Flash for about five minutes and the mask comes off. He's really bad about outing his secret identity to people."

Harry turned back to the subject at hand.

"Kara really hasn't forgiven certain Legends for the entire Beebocon incident," Harry said. "And I figure the Legends could handle their own big bad on their own. Like I said, outside of Crossovers, we don't get involved. Except the one time where Oliver Queen used nanites, courtesy of Ray Palmer, on the Reverse-Flash to subdue him. But in general, we don't get involved. Well, I break that rule. But, the one time, I don't shit happens."

Harry shook his head in bemusement.

"And to be fair, they handled the big bad, a bit too well," Harry said. "And they opened the door for something else. You see, I have to tell you all, that you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I don't take a trip to the Waverider for a casual visit. Well, for Sara, occasionally, but that's a private matter."

"Just how many women are you with?" the interviewer asked.

"We're getting off the subject," Harry said.

"So why are you here?"

Harry just smiled.

"Got a little time for a flashback?"

Seven weeks passed since Crisis and Harry Potter cherished every moment with the woman in his arms. Kara Danvers leaned against him, his lovely wife. Harry took a moment to piece together the changes of Pre-Crisis and Post-Crisis and things were certainly different.

Pre-Crisis, Kara ended up on Harry's original Earth, Earth-7, and they bonded for over a year. Only to be tragically separated for five years and reunited just in time to deal with Crisis.

Post-Crisis, things were different. Harry had been sent into the future, days after defeating Voldemort. And he had been enrolled in the same high school in Kara. They became friends, dated, and then married shortly thereafter. And created the foundation for an impressive collective of beautiful and talented women ever since with their circle growing gradually over the years.

Harry preferred the second set of memories, although both technically did happen. Still, Harry liked his Post-Crisis life and was getting used to enjoying it.

"Beautiful day," Kara murmured.

"Only because you're in it," Harry said.

"Oh, you're going to sidetrack me this morning, aren't you?" Kara asked.

Kara leaned over and kissed Harry, which he returned. The two pulled away from each other.

"One more day of work and it's two weeks of vacation," Kara said. "And you have to agree, it's long overdue for both of us."

"Yes," Harry said.

"And…I want to be a bit selfish," Kara admitted. "I want you to myself for two full weeks."

Kara lightly brushed her hand through Harry's hair.

"And you've got it," Harry said. "Hey, Sara sent me something. She's going to swing by later."

"Well, I can only imagine why," Kara said. "Did you see that video with the Legends that went Viral? Fighting that demon at Heyworld?"

"Yes," Harry said. "It made them famous. Maybe we shouldn't have hard-passed on that one."

"Maybe," Kara concluded. "Well, I got work today."

Kara sped off to get changed. A busy day at CatCo and then two weeks of downtime. She could hardly wait.

"Just think of it," Kara said. "Just two weeks for us. No alien invasions. No parasitic plants. No crazed bald billionaire mad scientists. No meta-criminals. No Kryptonian witches. No World Killers. No dark lords. No vengeful gods. No time traveling hijinx. And no psychotic speedsters. No…"

Harry silenced Kara with a kiss.

"Don't tempt fate, luv," Harry warned her.

"Sorry," Kara said. "But, I'm just excited….and looks like Ava's going to have to testify before the Senate about the Legends and their conduct."

"Sounds more like a Legends problem," Harry said.

"Yeah, that can't affect us," Kara said.

"Stop tempting Murphy," Harry told his wife sternly.

Kara just stuck out her tongue and Harry kissed her.

"See you after work," Kara said.

"Win another Pulitzer."

Kara just smiled and kissed Harry one more time before speeding off.

"The upgrades on these are amazing."

Lena Luthor just smiled and looked rather pleased with her work showing Harry the new signal watches.

"Got one for you and one for Kara," Lena said. "And it shouldn't be hard to replicate more. In fact, more are currently getting ready. Their voice activated for one thing. You can set them to anything, but "This Looks Like a Job for Supergirl" and "Enter the Dragon" are their default phrases. To summon you and Kara respectfully."

"So, it will activate the signal and we can portal in," Harry said. "Very nice."

"I'm glad you approve," Lena said. "And I really hope you and Kara enjoy your vacation. Don't worry, I'm monitoring for trouble and I've got the League on speedial. They're ready for anything. Although things are quiet."

Harry looked over at Lena and she smiled.

"Murphy, I know," Lena murmured. "Thanks for lending me Alia, to help with the upgrades I'm making for the League."

"Your brother must be rolling over in his grave," Harry joked.

"Oh, I really hope Lex is rolling in maggots," Lena said. "Enjoy your vacation. The two of you work too hard. And don't worry. There's a group of heroes just ready to answer the call."

After a brief bite to eat, Harry was going to head back to the apartment, and wait for Sara to show up. Although, for a time-traveler, she could be fashionably late sometimes.

Harry noticed a couple of suspicious figures lurking around. Maybe he should not get involved. But, curiosity was a sin which Harry indulged himself in, all too frequently. And these figures most certainly triggered Harry's curiosity. He leaned in, frowning deeply when they moved into position.

"We have to keep moving."

"I don't understand why we're here."

Harry scanned the two figures with the watch. It beeped and got a match.

"Impossible."

Yet, Harry trusted Lena's work and standing before him were two men who Harry knew only through history. Evan Rosier and Abraham Wilkes. Two long-dead Death Eaters. Who were long dead, even before Voldemort's first fall. Harry took another step.

Suddenly, one of the hooded figures whipped around and sent a purple fire at Harry. Harry dodged the attack and returned fire instantly.

"It's Potter! The Dark Lord wants him alive!"

Okay, many things about this statement confused Harry. Namely, these Death Eaters knew him and talked as if Voldemort was alive. Yet, these Death Eaters were dead ages ago. Before Harry defeated Voldemort the first time. Harry shielded the area, to prevent innocent bystanders from being hit by errant dark magic.

Harry dodged the attack from Wilkes and appeared behind him. The loud crack of bones hitting concrete followed with Wilkes being launched high into the air and slamming down onto a wall.

Rosier flew at Harry. Harry launched him back into the air and slammed Rosier into the top of a fence, impaling him.

And that's when Harry knew something was wrong, when Rosier pulled himself off of the fence after being impaled straight through. Rosier's eyes flashed, with fury and went on the attack despite having half of a fence impaled into his gut.

"What the actual fuck?"

They were dead. And yet alive at the same time. It was quite the paradox.

Harry channeled all of the energy he could and froze both of the Death Eaters. And then he shattered their frozen bodies with a magically created sonic vibration.

The broken shattered remains of two Death Eaters laid on the ground. Harry quickly bagged them up and departed before he attracted attention. At least any more attention.

Much to Harry's surprise, despite being shattered to pieces and in ice, they were still alive.

Harry left Wilkes on ice but reconstructed Rosier. The wand Rosier used was very curious. Harry ran a diagnostic test and revealed the wand had been made from the wood of a hanging tree along with the tongue of a hellhound as the core. That raised a couple of eyebrows in Harry's mind. And there was something extremely unnatural about the wand.

The strange branding Harry found on Rosier, made him frown. It was like a serial number. Harry sent for a Vertuallarian, a Truth Seeker, from the DEO, finding the creatures more foolproof than truth serum ever was.

"Who are you?"

"Evan Rosier," he breathed.

"When were you born?"

"December 20th, 1959."

Harry asked a few more biographical questions to make sure this was in fact Rosier and not some demon wearing his skin.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Harry asked.

"I fought Mad-Eye Moody," Rosier said. "And I woke up in the Dark Lord's headquarters, along with Wilkes. Although I could have sworn he died weeks ago, he assured me it is not the case. And MacNair, he was surprised to see me when I walked out of the room."

"Do you remember anything else?"

"I felt hot after fighting Moody, but before I woke up," Rosier said. "I took a piece of that old bastard down with me. Maggots….lots of maggots."

So he was dead, and recalled being in Hell. That was interesting. And worrying.

"Wilkes and I stumbled upon a curious artifact in Rookwood's workshop," Rosier continued. "We arrived here. And ran into you, James Potter…but….something is not right."

Oh, they thought he was James Potter. Interesting, interesting.

"No, the bad place. It's her. She sent us back…as a test to see how it worked."

"Who is she?" Harry asked.

Rosier's mouth started to burn and the rest of him followed. The Truth Seeker began to scream out in pain and started to smoke until Harry removed it.

Oh, Rosier was messed up. And his orders was to capture James Potter. And yet, he was beginning to realize something was wrong.

A knock on the door brought Harry's attention away from Rosier.

"It's unlocked."

Sara Lance stepped into the house.

"So, how you holding up?" Harry asked.

"I'm fine but…." Sara said. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Sara noticed Harry's house guests. Namely one man in pieces, in ice, in a pan in Harry's sink and the other, burning from the mouth, with a slightly singed truth seeker.

Harry figured an explanation was in order.

"That's Evan Rosier. Yes, the same Evan Rosier who took down several Aurors and had been taken down by no less than Mad-Eye Moody himself. Although he took a piece of Moody with him. And Abraham Wilkes, another tough bastard to put down. They got their hands on a time device that another Death Eater was working on. I need...I need your help in finding it. And anything else that might have come back."

Sara whistled.

"That's a problem," Sara murmured. "A big problem."

"Yeah," Harry said. "So, will you help me?"

"Anytime," Sara said. "We should get to the Waverider. Find the time device, figure out what these two are up to, and get you back, just in time for your vacation. Just please don't use this as an excuse to avoid actually taking a break for once."

"I'm not," Harry said. "But, I better tell Kara."

Almost on cue, Kara popped up.

"Alex told me you were attacked," Kara said. "Are you…"

"Well, there's going to be time-traveling hijinx today," Harry said.

Harry and Sara both explained the situation to Kara, whose frown deepened as they did. Harry took Kara's hand.

"Kara?"

"I understand," Kara said. "I don't like it, but I understand."

"I'll have Harry back safely and in one piece before you know it," Sara said. "When this is all sorted."

"I have your word?" Kara asked.

"In one piece," Sara confirmed. "From Paragon to Paragon. You have my word."

"Go," Kara said. "I'll wait."

"Shouldn't take more than a little bit," Harry said.

Sara activated her time courier. Harry gathered up the two Death Eaters and the two transported onto the Waverider.

Harry and Sara arrived on the Waverider, and saw a very nervous looking Ava, who almost jumped when Sara was there.

"Harry, it's good to see you," Ava said. "And Sara, you're back."

"You're kind of twitchy," Sara said. "Why?"

"Oh, you know, keeping the ship in order, when you're on your break," Ava said. "And what's that?"

"Death Eaters," Harry said nonchalantly. "Time-traveling undead Death Eaters. That I froze and broke into pieces. And they stumbled upon some kind of artifact which allowed them to travel through time. Only they didn't have it when I stumbled across them."

"That's bad," Ava said.

"Yes, understatement," Harry agreed. "Gideon should be able to help me track it down."

"That might be a problem," Ava said. "Gideon's acting a bit off."

"Define off," Harry said. "Actually, you're acting off. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, me, I'm fine," Ava said. "Nothing out of the ordinary happening. Nothing strange is happening here."

"Ava, babe, what's going on?" Sara asked. "Did your meeting with the Senate go…."

'It didn't go off as planned, did it?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I secured Time Bureau funding alright," Ava said. "But, there's a catch. We need to show the world what the Legends are really like. And how we're not a menace to society."

Harry and Sara had the same "oh shit" look and the film crew made their way out. And they noticed him!

"Hey, everyone it's Harry Potter!"

Harry really loved Ava to death, but now he wanted to kill her. To death.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, it's an honor to meet you. While this is about the Legends, I understand you've been a part of their adventures, and I think it would be awesome if we get your perspective on them…you know, as someone who is a guest and not a regular teammeber."

A gentleman stepped up to Harry and furiously shook his hand. Harry gave Ava one of those looks which indicated they would be talking later.

"Mr. Kevin Harris."

"A pleasure," Harry said curtly." Well you already know who I am."

"Could you show us a magic trick, Mr. Potter?"

Right now Harry really wanted to perform the trick that would make an entire documentary crew disappear before their very eyes. But he decided against it.

For now.

"This is really something that you should run by me before they do it."

"They had me over a barrel! It was kind of spur of the moment."

"Harry would have…."

"Sara, I'm not going to go there. He's already bailed us out enough."

Oh argument when his name was going to be brought up. He loved when that happened.

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm. Harry enjoyed sarcasm.

"Five minutes?" Kevin asked.

"Sure, I've got five minutes."

And in Harry's mind, he heard the SpongeBob French narrator saying "fifteen minutes later."

"And that's about when we started talking. And you can see why this is a situation where I don't particularly feel comfortable bringing a documentary crew into it. But it's obviously not my call, as I'm just stopping by."

A more observant person might notice that Harry's call would be something about getting the documentary crew.

"Alright, well thank you for the warning. Before you head off, Harry, what's your perspective on each individual Legend. Not in too much detail, but the first thing that rolls off the tongue."

Well, Harry supposed he would. If it would get him to the matter at hand a little faster.

"Mmm...fine. I'll play, but after this, I really have to deal with this problem. Do I have your word?"

'Oh, trust me, you do."

Harry hoped so.

"I trust Sara with my life. I don't do that with just anyone. We've been through a lot. Ava, she has a good head on her shoulders. Most of the time. She tries to be the voice of reason and maturity, although she's not as above it as people want her to think."

Harry took a deep breath.

"Some people write off Mick as a brutish thug with a pyromania obsession, but there's more to him than a lot of people thing. He's like an onion. He has layers. And Nate…well that's an interesting one. Chill guy. If I can pick his brain out anything historical, I would. Although…we do need to have a talk soon."

"Why?"

"Personal matters, not for this documentary," Harry said. "Ray's a genius, and the ultimate boy scout. Too nice for his own good at time. Charlie, she's most certainly a handful, quite the character. Although, she got me into a bit of trouble in Tahiti, but that's not a story fit for this documentary. Behard, is often overlooked with how laid back he is. And his sister…well he's in her shadow a little bit. Still, he has flashes of brilliance. Master chef as well. . If Behrad is good at two things, it's fine dining and breathing."

Harry tapped his chin.

"And then there's that wanker John Constantine. Never a dull moment with him. Can I say wanker on camera?"

"We might have to edit this part out later."

"And there's his apprentice, Gary. Good old Gary. He can be…a bit overeager at times. But, hey, he helped me out of a spot of trouble ages ago, and I can't fault the guy with it. And he got his heart's desire from his fairy godmother, Nora Darhk. I'm really good friends with Nora."

"Just friends?"

"Hey, I can be just friends with a woman occasionally," Harry said defensively. "Although, I'm not sure about her and Ray sometimes, but it's none of my business. Still, we've had messed up childhoods. And Nora found herself through that entire fairy godmother thing. That curse turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Let's see…who else is there?"

Harry snapped his fingers.

"Mona," Harry said. "Admittedly, only met her a few times through Ava's book club, but she's…well an interesting girl. Furry, not one to judge. Oh, and speaking of Ava's book club, they're trying to get me to join them to read the books about my life. Like that's going to happen."

Harry scoffed at the absurdity of that happening. It would take some really extraordinary circumstances for him to willingly go over his Hogwarts years again.

"Oh, Gideon, can't forget about Gideon," Harry said. "She helps things run smoothly. And without her, there really would not be any Legends. And considering there's something wrong with her, I should figure out what that is. Because, otherwise, we'll be flying into danger blind. So I need to check that out. Now."

Finally, the guy got the hint.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Potter, it was an honor."

Then the camera turned off. Finally. About fifteen minutes later.

Harry was going to have a serious talk with Ava Sharpe once this was all settled.

Harry Potter needed a drink. It was unfortunate that he could not get drunk. Curse of being a powerful wizard.

To Be Continued.