Chapter 12: Earth Mover.

Diana of Themyscira was someone who'd learned patience over the course of her life; But, she was only patient to a certain extent. She knew what she wanted right now, and what she wanted right now was for Harry to leave the room he was currently in and then take her. Her body, her heart, her mind and her soul belonged to him and him alone, she'd offered that declaration during those long nights shared between herself, Harry and Kara, Diana, all those years ago. They had forged a connection that was so deep, she couldn't help but be saddened when they disappeared and as a result, she'd searched for them for many years. She had complete and utter faith that they weren't dead.

That faith turned out to be well rewarded and now Diana was going to make up for lost time, the Amazon Princess had a greedy glint in her eye that couldn't be matched by anything on Earth. She hungered….she lusted….she could taste….her mind grew wild with the possibilities of what her lover could do to her.

The door looked like it was about to open and Diana was ready to pounce on whoever exited like a panther who'd cornered her prey. The Amazon Princess hoped that this turned out to be Harry, because she would be highly disappointed if someone else came out through that door.

Well, she would settle for Kara and Karen, but it was Harry who she wanted the most, she went long enough without him and as soon as she saw his green eyes, the Amazon knew exactly what she wanted from him.

"Oh hi Dia…mphhpm."

Diana's lips smashed against Harry's in a rough kiss and he returned it eagerly, as the two of them indulged themselves in the lips and the passion of the other. His hands cupped her delicious rear as the two of them groped each other bodies.

Diana wasn't going to wait for Harry to catch his breath, she slipped her hands under the boxer shorts that he had slipped on and went for the kill, clenching his hardening length.

Fear was something that gripped the hearts and minds of even the most hardened of individuals, there was many things that even men with nerves of steels feared. The unknown and what lurked below being two such reasons.

Terror gripped the mind of this young girl as her eyes flashed with despair, she turned her head around frantically as took in her surroundings frantically. The fear was obvious in her eyes if one looked at them closely enough.

Dark hair and bright violet eyes, those were the only two feature visible from were she was crouched in the shadows. Looking around closely, she couldn't help but wonder if the coast was clear, if whoever was hunting her had given up.

Her blood ran cold as she heard one extremely chilling and mortifying whisper.

'You will be mine.'

The girl paused and shivers went down her spine. She scrambled forward, nearly slipping as she tried to get a better idea of her surroundings and where she was.

Her powers were still intact, but there was a huge problem. Mentally speaking, she wasn't, her knees felt like they could give out on her at any moment and that caused her powers to be effected as a result.

'Damn it!' she thought to herself as she held her head up high. She felt like she had rocks in her head and cement in her knees. A hand grabbed her around the shoulder and given that she was on a hair trigger already, this didn't improve her already tormented mood.

Suddenly, the earth rocked and trembled around her violently, causing her attacker to back off. After all, she could move mountains and the earth itself with the right kind of focus. But, if she couldn't focus, well that would hammer the final nail into the coffin, her coffin.

Quite frankly, she had nothing left to lose other than her life. Stone spikes thrust upwards from the ground below the person was trying to grab her. She fled, not waiting to see if he was impaled upon them or not.

The dark haired girl bolted from the shadows in a dead sprint. The cave walls parted in front of her with a wave of her hand and then she caused several stone steps to manifest from the earth in front of her, she scrambled up them, only to stumble upon reaching the top. She regained her balance and took a moment to catch her breath.

She really had no idea where she was going or where she was ending up, but it had to be better than the place she was now. She was nearly to the exit and could see daylight ahead, she paused for a moment, only for something to try and latch onto her ankle. She tore herself away from it, before she was pulled downwards, straight to her doom.

She kept moving forwards, because she had to, so the girl flung herself out into the outside world through the entrance of the cave. The first thing she noticed there was the sunlight shining down upon her, taking her off guard and causing her to jump with a start.

The outside world wasn't that much better than the world below, in fact, it was oddly barren and abandoned. It was depressing her so much that she almost longed for the doom and torment beneath.

She was dressed in a tattered white cloak, but that didn't take away from the amazing assets that were revealed now that she was in the light. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight with her hands and the cloak pulled away to give her amazing DD-Cup breasts, her thin waist, shapely tight ass, and long legs. She nervously backed up, but there was no place left to go.

Questions began to torment her and horrify her. Was she still on Earth? Were there even humans left on Earth? She didn't know and that scared her to death. The harsh light she saw above her wasn't the embracing warmth that she hoped for, the rocks beneath her feet began to rattle with her agitation.

She needed to slow down the beating of her heart and calm herself down, before the ground beneath her feet swallowed her whole. She would be trapped within a coffin of her own making if she didn't.

Her heart sped up a few beats as she kept walking forwards, step by step, inch by inch, her mind forced her body to move forwards, she wanted to reach out and touch someone, but the question was who?

Her knowledge of Earth culture was rather limited since she was living underneath the ground and given how much time might have passed since that was updated, any scant knowledge that she had was fairly outdated. She closed the hole in the ground behind her, trapping whoever was chasing her down there, hopefully forever. Nervously, the young female walked towards a crashed space station, it was high tech from her knowledge, although most of the paint was rusting off.

The doors were open and she stepped inside of it. Would it be a shelter or the latest coffin that she placed herself in? She didn't know, but it was more like home than the wild and open desert was, the harsh sunlight above was hard for her to accumulate to.

She tapped a side console and it came to life. The letters "JLA" were barely visible on it, not that she could make them out clearly.

"Error….transmission….end," the computer hissed out weakly.

"Um, hello?" she stammered out, tapping on the console as she did. "Is there….anyone out there?"

There was no answer, at least none that she could hear. She tried again; she refused to believe that she was the last survivor of Earth, whether it was beneath the ground or above the surface.

Chloe had been greeted by the curious thing when she woke up this morning and she'd deployed the Legion to Earth as soon as she possibly could to check things out.

'Well, it looks like we found the old Watchtower….that was knocked out of orbit….about eight hundred years ago, give or take, maybe longer now that I think about it,' Chloe thought as she closed her eyes. The blonde was amused by the fact one of history's greatest mysteries was being solved.

Chloe quickly focused on the task at hand. "So what's your location?"

"Out in the middle of fucking nowhere Chloe," Harry reported as he landed the jet in the desert, Kara, Diana, Karen, Imra, Tinya, and Salu having joined him for the mission. There was a moment where he paused to switch things off, before asking his next question. "So, we're about where we should be then?"

"Pretty much, yeah," Chloe confirmed as she consulted the archives, the Watchtower actually went down seven hundred and ninety four years ago, so nearly eight hundred years ago.

"So we….BY HERA IS THAT!"

"The Watchtower, yeah, it was knocked out of the sky some time ago, although Kal-El and J'onn were the only members of the original seven still alive by that point," Chloe said detaching herself from any past friendships she might have had, because it was just that, the past. No need to dig up dirty laundry, especially when she had a job to do.

The blonde focused her attention on the holographic interface screens open in front of her, monitoring the mission from afar, which is what she felt, she was best at.

"There's something out here," Imra whispered to them, she could hear the thought patterns in the distance, frantic as they might have be. The blonde couldn't help but think that there were going to be a problem as a result of this in the near future.

Harry, Karen, and Kara wondered what could be going on, but the Watchtower did in fact, signal the Legion Headquarters seemingly out of the blue.

"Well, fallen orbital satellites don't signal other places of their own accord so there's obviously something going on here," Harry stated and the girls all nodded in agreement. They understood that fact, which was why they were going to proceed forward with extreme caution. The group paused as something threw them off guard.

The ground beneath their feet shook hard suddenly, shaking the group as a whole. Tinya gave a squeak in surprise and it was almost like someone was controlling the Earth they stood beneath. Okay, control, might be a bit of a stretch because the person who was doing this, lacked a lot of the necessary skill to do so properly. Never the less, they rattled the Legionnaires pretty hard.

"Don't…NO!"

Kara frowned, that sounded the pitter patter of a hormonal girl with super powers she could scarcely control. Those were always fun to deal with and she should know, because she was one or rather is one. The blonde scoped things out with her X-Ray vision, She quickly spotted an attractive, but rather tormented teenage girl.

"You won't take me back!" she yelled as the ground rumbled beneath them and a mountain, that hadn't been there before, sprang up out of the ground.

This could constitute a problem but it was one where they were going to have to work around.

"Are you the one that sent out the distress signal?" Karen questioned her in a mostly patient tone, although she was ready to go in case the person in front of her lost her head. Upon hearing the blond's voice, the dark haired woman stopped and calmed herself down, it was almost as if she received a moment of clarity in a sea of insanity.

"...You….you got it?" the girl questioned them, relaxing, but only for a moment. Harry and Kara were relieved, because they knew that a fight with someone who had this little control over her powers would get ugly and people would get hurt, most likely the girl, intentionally or not.

"Yes, this used to be the satellite Headquarters of the Justice League….it crashed to Earth long ago, apparently the computers still worked," Imra said as she extended her hand towards the girl. Time seemed to stand still as the blonde telepath waited for the girl to take it.

"My name is….Atlee," she stammered as she looked at them with wide fearful eyes. They hadn't attacked her, but she was nervous that the person from below was still following her. "You've got to help me!"

"Just calm down so we can," Harry said and Atlee went to explain what was bothering her, but she heard something that gave her a start and she wasn't the only one that heard it, Harry did so as well.

"Um...I don't really know if you've noticed this, but you've got big trouble incoming, with a capital T," Chloe said and Harry tried to keep the biting sarcasm out of his voice, even though it was rather hard.

"Yes, Chloe, I understand, and I noticed," Harry said to the blonde as he tried to figure out what was happening, there was nothing in the sky above them. Funnily enough, the lack of any problems was more horrifying than there actually being a problem.

"Who's after you?" Karen asked Atlee and the younger girl felt a bit more at ease now that she was amongst friends. But at the same time, she was still nervous as fuck given some of the things that she had to deal with in the past and memories she couldn't even explain tormented her.

"They called him….The Terminator," Atlee breathed out as she closed her eyes, then shuddered in fear.

Chloe doubted that it was the Terminator that Harry, Karen and herself were thinking about, sadly any quip that she could have made would have been lost on the vast majority of the group.

"Chloe…."

"On it Harry," Chloe said without missing a beat, she'd already started to look up who this Terminator guy was when he was first mentioned. "No, you stupid computer, not Arnold….hmm...let me see, oh this might be the guy, yes, this has to be the guy….they call him Deathstroke and he's really….well, he's not someone to fuck around with, I don't think."

Harry nodded. "Naturally, naturally, of course, of course."

"He's believed to have died a long time ago though," Chloe added, but then she paused and smacked herself in the forehead with the palm of her hand. "Yeah, I know, there's a lot of that going around lately, isn't there?"

"Yep," Harry said without missing a beat, there was way too much of that going around.

Harry considered the potential fact that something had escaped the Forbidden Zone. He squashed that thought immediately however.

"So, we're possibly dealing with someone that's fairly dangerous," Harry said in a distracted voice as he searched around for the source of the potential disturbance. So far, there was nothing yet.

"Absolutely," Atlee said, she was a bundle of nerves, but Harry gripped her hand gently and firmly which allowed her to calm down, at least for a moment. "I'm sorry, I've just been…."

"We know, it's fine," Karen said looking forwards, she was helping Harry keep an eye out. The older blonde turned her attention back to Atlee and issued what she hoped was a reassuring statement. "I'll be damned before I let anyone hurt someone under our watch and I doubt I'm speaking just for myself."

Talk was in fact cheap and Karen wished she could….well, she wished that she could back up that talk with a bit more decisive action. All they could do for now was wait.

"...He's coming," Atlee whispered, but Harry motioned for her to take a step back as he asked her, without words, to calm down with imploring eyes. She did calm down, there was something about Harry's stance that put her at ease. "Just...please be careful."

"I always am," Harry said, although anyone who knew him well enough understood the folly of that statement. Kara was this close to breaking her silence by bursting into laughter, but somehow she managed to keep herself calm, admittedly it was very difficult for her to do so, but the blonde was able to. Her mind was….

….Her train of thought crashed off if the tracks as she noticed a group of about a dozen or so shadowed menaces walking towards them. There was no telling what they were and in fact, when Imra tried to get a thought pattern from them, there was nothing but eerie chanting.

"He's used these abominations to do his bidding in the past, I don't know how, he must have….the records are very unclear," Chloe said as she'd managed to dig up even more information about Slade.

"Yes, but is there anyway to defeat them?" Imra asked, although she wondered why they weren't attacking them straight away. What were they waiting for, why didn't they strike?

It was pretty obvious what they were waiting for, they were waiting for direction and since the leader of the group wasn't ready to, they wouldn't attack. Until that happened both sides played a waiting game.

"Well, we better make our move quickly," Karen stated and there was a chattering sound from the beings. "You know, before they make theirs."

"...Too late," Imra said as they projected thoughts that were extremely haunting and very horrifying.

Their eyes began to glow a warning red as they ambled forward. Kara caught the spear one of them flung at her in her hand and applied enough pressure to snap it, which they interpreted that as a sign of aggression.

"They're not going to let up now, they're going to take us down hard," Imra told them, plucking the images of their plan of attack from their minds.

"Yes, I noticed," Harry said as he slashed his hand downwards and a combustion spell caused the statues around him to burst into flames. They collapsed to the ground, reduced to nothing but a pile of ashes. He performed the act again and again, burning his way through statue after statue.

Imra hammered the statues in front of her with a telekinetic blast and they flew backwards to shatter against the closet object with a huge ker-plunk. They might be present in bulk, but they weren't very durable.

There was another ker-plunk as the Legion blew through their attackers. They were getting much closer to locating the master mind behind all this.

Harry was determined to find out who was underneath that mask and he did his best to quickly close in on him, stalking him much like a jungle cat did his prey, by weaving through the statues around them. As he passed each one, he touched them briefly causing them to explode a short time later.

Karen nailed one of them hard, knocking the head of her adversary right off. She found herself not really bothered by that fact as she nailed another of the statues right in the face causing it's head to explode from the impact, it's not like they were alive in the first place. Her palm stung from the impact, but she kept up her assault as she blew through them with thunderous blows.

Diana was a bit out of practice all things considered, but she held her own. She was still among the best in the world when it came to hand to hand combat, even though she was still working the rust off.

Harry magically scanned for a certain energy signature and just as he suspected, this group was made up of imposters and pawns, nothing more then that. He barely kept his attention on the fight against the slaves, he was confident that his team would keep them off his back until he located the master.

Atlee bit down on her lip so hard that it nearly bleed as she watched the fight happening around her. The young woman closed her eyes tightly and focused, using her powers to cause the ground beneath the bots to shake sending them tumbling to the ground.

"I'm almost there!" Harry yelled to his teammates, but more of them stampeded in. It appeared that this guy had them in bulk.

Harry raised his hand up into the air and he shot several cables outwards to wrap around the false ones and then he found out something interesting. One of the dupes was a bit more real than the others, it was technology sufficient enough to fool most magic, but it wasn't sufficient enough to fool Harry Potter.

"Got him," he whispered as he followed the mastermind, the hunt was on.

Harry didn't concern himself with the small potatoes, not when he could hunt down the big fish.

'There numbers are dwindling,' Imra informed Harry and the hunt was on.

'Well, that just proves that he didn't have an infinite number of drones,' Tinya suggested through the bond, to the agreement with the rest of the group. 'So are you….'

'I'm very close to the target,' Harry confirmed as his eyes locked forwards. He'd locked onto a very realistic duplicate of Deathstroke the Terminator, it was obviously a duplicate, far better than the rest, seeing as how the original Deathstroke died a long time ago.

"You should know that fighting me is a futile effort," a low and sinister voice whispered. The second Harry stepped forward, he was taken down to the ground hard. The spell he used to counter attack was dodged by this nimble man, who blended into shadows and began to stalk him like a jungle cat.

"I've never let that stop me before, I'm not about to start now," Harry grumbled as he got up to his feet. "Right now my team is taking down your lackeys…."

"Merely flawed extensions of myself, nothing that I consider to be long lasting," he said in a calm voice as he tried to punch Harry, but the wizard leaned back to dodge the shot. Harry nailed him with a hard shot to the stomach sending him staggering back a few feet. He tried to stab Harry with the spiked gauntlets he had on his hand, rushing forward to do so.

Once again, Harry dodged then sent a spiked net flying at his enemy, he dodged it with a quick duck and roll of his head. He kept bouncing back into the fight and Harry was impressed by his willpower, but that didn't mean that he was going to stop fighting. The tunnel was pitch black to the point where it was hard to see more than a few feet.

That wasn't a problem for Harry Potter; his Parseltongue abilities allowed him to function differently than others, he had a sixth sense of sort, it wasn't good for just talking to snakes and oral sex. He rammed his enemy with a rocket buster of a punch to the stomach.

The sounds of battle around them indicated that someone was winning the fight and Harry had confidence that it was his team. He couldn't imagine anything otherwise, considering how well they were trained in the art of battle.

He was getting closer to taking his adversary down, he would give someone like this no quarter, that much was for sure. He lunged forward and throwing two magically enhanced punches knocked his enemy down.

The enemy gripped Harry around the throat, trying to put him out with a sleeperhold. Showing the agility that he was famed for, Harry ran up the wall while in the hold and flipped up over the head of his enemy to break his hold.

A crack was heard as two spikes shot out toward him, but the Terminator caught them in midair like they were nothing special.

Harry paused, mildly impressed and slowly raised his hands, before clapping, it was a sarcastic clap, but it was a clap never the less. He was impressed and intrigued, more intrigued, than impressed really.

"You have some moves, but then so do I."

Harry vanished with a pop, disappearing into thin air. The enemy turned his head around and clenched his fist. Mild rage bubbled up with him as he turned around to try and get a fix on where Harry was.

"Apparently your so called skills are running like a coward, so excuse me if I do not find myself impressed," he said as he spotted a bird flying towards him. He threw a dagger at the bird impaling it with rapid fire fury.

The bird disintegrated into dust which slowly filled the area and grew thicker with each passing second.

The dust caused obscured the visibility of the area further, causing him to be blinded and there was a chuckle from Harry at that fact. Deathstroke rushed forward with his sword extended to slash at them, but his enemy wasn't there. Another lunge forward, but his enemy once again scattered out of the way as the Terminator hit the wall.

"Aww what's the matter? Can't hit what you can't see," Harry asked as the mist got even thicker the more they stood there. He was playing a game of cat and mouse with his enemy now, luring him into a defeat.

"Stand still and fight me straight up, you coward!" the man cursed as he tried to stab his adversary again, but Harry dodged once more out of the way. The blade hit the wall and his legs were caught up in a trip wire, more embarrassingly, he flew head over heels and crashed into the ground.

"Ah, but that would mean fighting like a loser and I'm not a loser!" Harry tutted as he caused rocks to smash into his enemy, they crumbled into debris upon impact and the dust obscured visibility even further. "You say you're a master of deception, but while you can dish it out, you sure as hell can't take it, can you?"

Those words were delivered as a taunt, then Harry drilled his enemy with a magical jab to the spine that caused his legs to turn into jelly. He landed on the ground and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He coughed as blood oozed from his mouth.

Harry hurled him into the wall, then grabbing him hold of him slammed him up against the wall once more. His bones shattered from the impact and Harry looked at him with a grin. There was only one word that he managed to spit out of his mouth.

"Impossible," he breathed out as blood spilled from split open lips and Harry's grin got wider over his face, before he smashed his enemy down to the ground with one furious punch to the side of the head.

"Very possible," Harry whispered, before he knocked his enemy out with one punch. Said opponent collapsed to the ground like a felled tree, out for the count.

Harry would like to have celebrated, but there was only one problem with that, he wasn't the real deal either. He was another carefully constructed copy of the master clone.

Given all he saw, he wasn't really that surprised, but he was a bit disappointed.

"Well, we're back to square one I think," Chloe said after the team summarized the results of the mission, the only thing good thing that came out of that mission was that they rescued Atlee safe and sound. Speaking of Atlee, that was something Chloe had to turn her full attention to right now. "So….you're the last of your kind?"

"Yes….well...as far as I know," she admitted and Karen wrapped her arm around the young woman.

"Don't worry, being among the last of your kind might seem like a bad thing," Karen said and some other members of the group nodded wisely. "It just means that you're more unique."

There was no wiser of a nod than that which came from the head of Harry Potter. While he wished he was able to do more, he had moved on from what happened.

"Yes….well...I guess that makes sense," Atlee said, she was feeling guilty about the possibility that she was the one that buried them alive.

"I want to know one thing and that is….what was his end game?" Imra asked and they all turned to Harry. There were many times where Harry Potter seemed in fact to have all of the answers, but this was the one instant where he knew far less than one might think.

Harry offered them a shrug and a very poignant statement of. "I honestly have no idea."

If they could figure that out, then they would be in a much better place. The problem was that they were having a lot of difficulty pinning down a motive. Someone like that, there had to be a motive and it would be extremely convoluted.

"You're welcome to say here, of course," Chloe said to Atlee, not that this was an issue but she figured that she should state the obvious.

A gracious gleam beamed in Atlee's eyes and she nearly jumped up with glee. Somehow she composed herself, before she stammered. "I….well, thank you, but…you know, I don't want to be….."

"It's no trouble at all," Karen said as she plucked the words from the girls mouth faster than a speeding bullet.

Atlee nodded with a smile, she wanted to get to know them all a little bit better, especially Harry. She had no idea why it was Harry that she wanted to know a little bit better, except that she wanted to know him a lot better. That was just the way things were, it was causing her some confusion, but she figured that they would sort themselves out later.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you," Kara said with a wide smile on her face and a tiny hint of calculation in her eyes, Harry nudged her playfully while giving her a stern glare. The blonde's eyebrows raised up and there was a second where she tried to look innocent, although she failed at it. She grinned unrepentantly and there was a single word that popped out of her mouth. "….What?"

"You know what," Harry said and the blonde shrugged her shoulders in faux innocence. Her smile grew even wider as she brushed her hair out of her eyes, then she turned around to take a half of a step forward.

If Atlee had gotten the meaning of what was said, she most certainly didn't give them any indication of that fact. Regardless, a warmth spread to her cheeks that she couldn't really identify.

The woman's eyes closed it had been a very long time since she had been amongst other people. She spent what felt like centuries locked in fear, unable to move, for fear that he would get her.

She was safe, or at least as safe as she would be. That was all that mattered to her right now.

"Hermione Jean Granger, awake my child. Your sacred mission has not been completed yet." Hermione's eyes snapped open as glee filled her mind, he had not forsaken her. She could still carry out his holy mission.

The distorted image of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore appeared before her.

"Professor, it's good to see you once again," Hermione said as her face contorted into a smile and Dumbledore returned it with that grandfatherly expression on his face that was trademarked to him.

"It is good to see as well Miss Granger, it is a shame that Harry has deviated from the path of the light and has been entombed into the darkness, then cursed you when you tried to save him," Dumbledore whispered to Hermione, sounding old and gentle, like the kindly grandfather that Hermione still believed him to be.

"I will save him, but he first he must perish for it to be done," Hermione said as Dumbledore nodded serenely.

"Yes, Miss Granger, you must," Dumbledore said , his image flickering for a second to reveal a malicious shadow with glowing red eyes burned with fury, in front of the illusion of the wizened wizard. "You must destroy him and his disciples, the Legion of Super Heroes, for your curse to be lifted."

"I will not fail you, Professor," Hermione said, it would be a fate worse than death for her to let Albus Dumbledore down. He was only the greatest wizard that ever lived, he was nearly as smart and brilliant as she was.

Hermione disappeared and the moment she left, Dumbledore's voice turned from old and frail, to strong and powerful. Malice filled it completely. "Foolish child, it was easy to manipulate her with her obsession with authority, even against the best friend she was supposed to be so loyal to."

She woke up in the Forbidden Zone once more. She saw her subordinates in stasis, unmoving and unfeeling. She frowned, they would serve her and Albus Dumbledore quite well.

"Awake my children, there's much work to do."

To Be Continued.