Hello! Here is another Chapter for you guys! YAAAAAAAYYYY etc.

We are back to Harry, as he explores Central City. Who is he going to meet? It's such a mystery. Well, I'm working with the idea of the Flash being Wally West, and I'm drawing off of the Justice League show for this, so he is a Forensic Scientist, ok? I know you comic buffs will disagree, but honestly, whatever. Just enjoy the fic. If I worried about details like that, I'd never get anything done. And if I kept EVERYTHING consistent, well then I'd just be copying right out of the Harry Potter books, or out of DC comics. So calm down, and let me do my thing :)

BTW, thank you so much to those of you who reviewed. Every single one just brightens my day, and I read them frequently when I'm writing the next chapter in order to get my ideas flowing. So they really do help! Honest! I'm not just in it for the numbers, I truly appreciate the content :D

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters I'm writing about, I'm just messing around with them.

Warnings: This is obviously AU and will eventually contain slash. It will also mess with both timelines, as I'm not particularly concerned with making it match up in a linear fashion. If you're one of those picky timeline people, props for taking the time to wrap your head around it, but I don't need to hear it. Also, the characters will probably be OOC from time to time, but I'll try to make them resonate. There will also be mild bashing of random characters from time to time.

Please Enjoy! Or don't! Review regardless!

Central City was noticeably smaller than Metropolis. There were fewer skyscrapers, and less city-bustle through the streets. There were fewer fast-paced people dressed in business suits – everyone seemed friendly and they all seemed to know each other.

Harry had left the smaller Wizarding portion of Central city rather quickly, and was making his way down the Muggle streets, looking for somewhere to have his lunch. A cheery-looking diner caught his eye, and Harry stepped inside, the bell ringing on the door as he opened it.

"Hello there!" A friendly waitress approached him, smiling just as much as the one from the hotel. "You can grab a seat wherever you like, and I'll be right with you!" Harry smiled softly and nodded, before selecting a stool at the counter. He didn't feel like sitting in a booth all by himself.

The waitress drifted over and handed him a menu. Harry was perusing this, trying to decide between two delicious-sounding sandwiches, when the bell on the door rang.

"Wally!" the waitresses smile grew, if possible, even bigger. "The usual, yes? It'll be right out!"

Someone sat down on the stool beside him, and with his nose still in the menu, Harry peered at him out of the corner of his eye. He did a mild double take, and turned to look fully at the man, ran his eyes over him, then let out a relieved breath. He had seen a flash of red hair, and had thought, for one wild moment, that one of the Weasleys had found him. But no, this was just a normal American man, a rather handsome one at that, with vibrantly red hair who was sitting down for lunch.

Said lunch was brought out by the smiling waitress, who set it down in front of 'Wally' before turning to Harry.

"Have you decided, then?" She inquired with a chirp.

Harry nodded and said "The chicken and bacon club, please," before folding up his menu and handing it to the girl.

The red-head beside him spoke up.

"Yum, that's an awesome sandwich! Good choice!" he said enthusiastically.

Harry smiled and turned to him. "Do you come here often?" he asked.

"Yup!" the man said with a nod, "Wally West, here for my lunch break." He introduced himself, holding out his hand. Harry only hesitated a moment before he took it. He figured he was fairly safe in Muggle America. His name shouldn't draw attention, so why not be friendly?

"Harry Potter," he said, grasping Wally's hand firmly and shaking it. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Wally grinned. "Cool accent, by the way. Are you from Britain?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

"Yes, England. I'm here on vacation," Harry replied honestly. Wally nodded, and dived into his lunch, eating with a gusto that reminded Harry of another red haired young man who was very in love with food. The waitress came by with Harry's sandwich, and the two ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Harry was just starting to sip at a tea he had asked for when Wally spoke again.

"So, you're a Flash fan?"

Harry spluttered and choked on his drink. Had he heard that correctly?

"Pardon me?" he asked weakly.

Wally gestured vaguely to his clothes, and Harry hoped he wasn't thinking what he thought he was thinking. Then Harry got tangled up in his thought process, so he almost missed Wally's next words.

"Your shirt," he said, "you're a fan of the Flash?"

Oh dear, Harry thought, how could he think I do that on a regular basis ... does this shirt mean something?

"Er, no, I'm not a particular fan of that sort of thing," he muttered awkwardly, his cheeks flaming. Really, Wally had seemed like such a nice guy, but to ask an almost-stranger if he went streaking on a regular basis... these Americans really were less restrained than the British! Oh, and now Harry felt like a total prat, because Wally had a sort of crest-fallen expression that looked mildly hurt.

"Oh," he said, "was it the Flash specifically you didn't like, or just the League in general?"

Harry was stunned.

"You have a League for that sort of thing?" he gasped incredulously. Wally looked at him askance, and smiled faintly.

"Of course. You've never heard of it? I think that they wanted them to be a bit more organized – that way they know where to go and stuff. There's usually one or two for every major city, I think."

"Every city?" Harry yelped. "You mean that they're just running around at all hours? And they're encouraged to do so?" That's it, he decided. Americans were crazy. Sure, they had some cool magic, and the cities were beautiful, but this was just too much. Wally continued, looking mildly puzzled over Harry's reactions.

"Well of course. Can you imagine the chaos there would be if they didn't do what they did? The public feel much more secure with them out there, doing what they do best." Wally smiled serenely.

This was unbelievable. The citizens were reassured by this sort of behaviour? Mad, all of them – mad!

"Well, I hope I don't see any!" Harry said vehemently, "that is definitely not the sort of thing I want to get caught up in!" Again, Wally looked vaguely hurt, but he shrugged and nodded.

"I suppose that it does get a bit scary for the civilians," he mused, "but they do their job, and make sure no one gets hurt, so it turns out all right in the end." This he said assertively, with a gleam in his eyes. "But you seem to have a real problem with them, Harry," he said suddenly. "Why is that?"

Harry drew himself up and said huffily, "I think most decent people would have a problem with groups running around starkers and flashing people all the time! You Americans, absolutely mad, the lot of you!" Harry was tomato-red with embarrassment, but he felt that he had to make his opinion known. Wally was really nice, but, blame it on his Britishness – Harry just wasn't comfortable with some things the American man took for granted. I wonder if Aunt Petunia has found out about them yet, he mused while looking at Wally's suddenly gobsmacked expression. His mouth was opening and closing as if he were trying to speak, but no words were coming out. Finally he managed to gasp out,

"What?" He was still staring goggle-eyed at a now confused Harry. Harry suddenly felt a bit bad.

"I'm sorry, but that's just what I think," he stammered. "I didn't mean to offend you..." he trailed off as Wally started laughing.

"You thought, hahaha, you thought that – that there were a group of people -" he burst out laughing again, "that there was a group of people running around naked? Oh my God!" Wally fully cracked, and fell off his chair. Harry watched with great confusion as he rolled around the floor, howling his amusement out.

"Well, what was I supposed to think!" He cried indignantly. "You pointed at my clothes and said something about 'flashing' – which was very rude, by the way!" His admonishment was drowned out by another peal of laughter from the redhead. Harry trailed off, waiting for the man to calm down. Finally, Wally dragged himself up into his chair, still chuckling every now and then.

"Harry, I think we've had a misunderstanding," Wally said, amusement colouring his voice. "That shirt you are wearing," he gestured at Harry's lightning-bold t-shirt "has the Flash's insignia on it. The Flash is a Superhero," he explained, correctly guessing that Harry was going to ask who that Flash was. Harry digested that for a moment. Finally, he formulated a question.

"A Super-what?" he asked.

This time Wally was blinking at him incredulously.

"A Superhero, Harry. Don't you know about them? I'm sure there are some in Britain..." Wally trailed off uncertainly, before looking inquiringly at Harry. Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, most of the year I'm up at school in Scotland," he explained. "We barely get any local news there – it's pretty sheltered," he concluded lamely. Well, it's true, he thought. When it came to the Muggle world, the British magicals were almost like Rapunzel with how much they had shut themselves away. He was surprised Hermione had never mentioned Superheroes, though. She was supposed to know everything.

"Oh," Wally breathed in apparent understanding. "Well, cool! Now I can give you a crash course in the Supers!" he cried gleefully. With that he launched into a detailed and enthusiastic overview of the Flash, Central City's personal Superhero, the Justice League and their work around the world, and the Big Seven, one of which was the Flash. Wally seemed particularly enamoured of the Flash. Harry supposed it was a bit like supporting a Quidditch team – you enjoyed watching them all, but there were one or two that you chose to root for especially. Wally seemed to have selected the Flash as his main idol, but he also showed a fair amount of reverence towards the 'Big Seven'. Indeed, there was a slight tone of fear in his voice when he talked about Batman, and he almost had stars in his eyes when he gushed about Superman.

Harry was mildly bewildered by the onslaught of information, but he enjoyed Wally's company and his enthusiasm for the topic, so he listened with a slight smile on his face as Wally went on, all the while eating his lunch. After a while, Harry noticed that Wally never seemed to finish his food, and just kept on eating and eating without getting full. Harry himself had tucked away a delicious sandwich, and was just sipping away at his tea while Wally went on.

Finally, Wally heaved out a great sigh and pushed his miraculously empty plate away, and glanced at his watch. He yelped suddenly, and stood up quickly, hitting his legs on the underside of the table.

"Harry, I'm really sorry, but I've gotta run!" he said as he threw some money down on the table. "My break's been over forever – the time really flew by!"

"No problem," Harry said, also standing up. "It was nice talking to you Wally, thanks for the information."

"No problem! If you want to know more about the Flash, you should check out the Flash Museum! It's only a few blocks away. I've really gotta run though, Harry," Wally said regretfully. He suddenly patted his pockets. "Hey I know," he pulled out a small square of paper, "here's my card! Call if you want a tour around town – I know all the best places to eat! See you around, Harry!" With that, Wally sped out of the diner. He was almost moving too fast, but Harry shook his head and inspected the card that had been thrust into his hand.

Wallace West

Central City Crime Lab

Forensic Scientist

He's a scientist? Harry wondered incredulously. He doesn't seem the type. I thought he'd work at a video store or something. Harry wasn't sure about Muggle education – he had honestly stopped paying attention after he was told he was a wizard – but Wally seemed a bit young to be a certified Forensic Scientist. Whatever that was. Harry shrugged and left the diner, after paying for his meal. He supposed he could go check out the Flash Museum before heading back to Metropolis. These Superheroes were actually kind of interesting. He'd have loads to tell Ron when he got back! And Hermione might be impressed that he had gone to a museum during his vacation. He grinned to himself, before remembering that he was angry with his friends and they would probably have a bit of a fight before he could actually tell them about his summer. He sighed and walked down the street.

The Flash Museum was actually rather easy to find. There were signs everywhere pointing it out, and it was a very large and impressive building. Harry paid the rather low entrance fee, and wandered around, looking at the displays and reading the stories attached to them.

It was really fascinating stuff, he thought. It was much better than History of Magic – who cared about Wendelin the Weird and her penchant for immolation when there were villains like Captain Cold and the Mirror Master around? And the Flash had defeated them all! Harry had to admit, he may have caught Wally's liking for the Flash. Harry loved going fast – there was nothing like zooming around on his Firebolt, diving and swooping at break-neck speeds – and the Flash turned that skill toward saving people. And he did so while sporting a Gryffindor-red suit with Harry's lightning bolt on it – it was like the Flash was Harry's personal hero!

Harry smiled at the thought. What would the Wizarding world think of their saviour now that he was all starry-eyed over a Muggle Superhero. The purebloods would probably faint. Just as that whimsical thought was crossing his mind, there was a loud explosion, and a wall of the museum burst in. Through the gaping hole walked a chiseled man in a blue uniform with a large boomerang slung across his shoulders.

"Hello from Down Under, little Flash fans!" he yelled in a drawling voice. "Captain Boomerang's making his return!"

AN: so, thoughts? That bit in the middle was my attempt at humour, and I hope it went well. If you didn't catch on to it, Harry thinks that when Wally mentions 'the Flash' he is actually talking about 'flashing'. Two very different things. Well, I thought it was amusing. Sorry it was a bit short, I'll be tackling the museum scene soon, but it's pretty late and I just wanted to get this posted for you guys and then go to bed! Love me some sleepy time :)

Reviews are always welcome - I adore all of you who indulge me with them. Any thoughts on where this is going, or suggestions are much appreciated. You guys rock!