A/N: Thank you for all the favourites and follows! I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while but we went back to school and starting our GCSE's this year so I'm slightly freaked out at the moment... Also, I sprained my ankle, just thought I'd let you know... Anyway yes, hopefully this chapter is better than others as I've spent FOREVER on it! Please tell me whether the characters are better in this one!
Percab8531: Thanks for reviewing, I know the characters are a OCC but I am trying to get them to be less, I just tend to be really awkward at the beginning for getting characters into character... even though this is my first one...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't even officially own the Books (My Mum does... and no she isn't J.K Rowling either)
Chapter 5,
The Journey to Platform 9 ¾.
Location: Wayne Manor, Gotham
It had been a day since he had got back from London and Dick was becoming depressed. Not even Alfred's infamous cookies could cheer him up. The only thing racing through his mind was his mother's hand writing, twisting and twirling, the dancing black characters scrawled on the fragile parchment;
To whomever it may concern,
Richard John Grayson is actually the first born twin of Lily and James Potter. In the case that we become deceased he must not be recognised by the general public at any cost. An ageing spell would probably do the trick. Please take care of him. When the time comes please use our vault at Gringotts, it should have a considerable amount of money in it; the key should be in this envelope.
Thank you and good luck.
It was impossible to understand, why did nobody tell him? He couldn't even be mad at his biological parents because they were dead as well! He didn't even know them. They did what they thought was best after all, but even so… His mind was whirling unbelievably fast as he attempted to process the information he had received. The fact he had a twin had not slipped his noticed, however he pushed it into the back of his head, concentrating on the more important facts. Well just the nasty business with his parents; the fact that magic actually existed and he was a wizard; as well as his age, the line between impossible and possible had become scarily thin… and many of his friends were aliens, clones or actually had magic. Oh, how his life was so unbelievably messed up!
Suddenly he was brought out of his mind web by a distinct knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Dick grumbled into his pillow, annoyed that someone had disturbed him.
"It's me, open up. Now!" said the annoyed voice of Wallace West coming from the other side of the door. Quickly he sat up and ran to the end of the room to greet the red head.
"Wally?" he asked, eyeing his friend
"Yes... Me...! Your best friend who you haven't bothered to see in ages! Where have you been?" He asked walking into the usually spotless room.
"I can explain…" He answered slowly, rapidly thinking of what to do
"You better." he asked clearly expecting an extremelygood reason for his friends unusual absences and unorderly room
"Hold on, I need to go ask someone… something…" he said mysteriously walking over to his desk. Then, and only then, did Wally notice something was wrong with Dick's desk. On it was many unusual objects: Thick parchment, a carved wooden stick, a pile of odd book, feather quills and a bottle of black ink. He picked up the quill and quickly scribbled a note to someone named 'Professor Dumbledore', then took a handful of grey powder and threw it in the fireplace. The flames became a vibrant green ('probably due to a chemical reaction' thought Wally) which Dick had thrown the letter and clearly stated
"Dumbledore's Office"
It disappeared into thin air.
"What just happened?" Wally asked looking from the fireplace to his friend who was now waring a sheepish grin.
– xXx-HP & YJ-xXx –
"So your saying… that there's a magical community out there in each and every country which your part of and you find out if you're a wizard when your eleven… which you just so happen to be… and your twin brother defeated the most powerful dark wizard of last century when he was a baby and is most likely more famous than you… AND you are also from one of the oldest and richest wizarding families in the entire world." Wally recapped
"Harry and I are the last of the Potter bloodline, yes." He corrected
"… Same difference. So now you have to go to a wizarding boarding school called Hog…"
"Hogwarts" Dick Interjected
"yes, yes, stop interrupting… in Scotland, for around six years?"
"Correct" He stated as the room fell into an awkward silence
"Wow… how did I remember all of that?" Wally asked breaking the tension and causing them to both collapse on the floor laughing.
– xXx-HP & YJ-xXx –
Location: Mt Justice, Happy Harbour (The not so secret base of the Justice League's Young Justice)
The rest of the days leading up to the 1st of September were spent hanging around Mt Justice with the team. He had told them that he was going away to an English boarding school so they had made the most of having him around. Then came the day of departure where he'd said goodbye to all his friends at Gotham Academy and was now sitting with Artemis, Wally, Conner, Meg and Kal.
"Well, Rob, I guess we won't be seeing you for a while," Artemis stated, breaking the unintentional silence. Just then he was enveloped in a hug, curtesy of M'gann.
"I'm going to miss you Rob, good luck." She said with a sad smile. Dick looked over all of his team mates and grinned
"Well, it's nothing a little magic can't fix…" he said jumping up.
"Dude! I thought you could only…" Wally started before being stopped by the sound of his voice echoing around the cave.
"Think on it!" He shouted before the monotone voice announced his departure leaving them all in a confused silence. (Wally, surprisingly enough, was the most confused)
– xXx-HP & YJ-xXx –
Location: Kings Cross Station, London
"So, do you remember what you've got to do?" Alfred asked looking at Richard who absentmindedly nodded looking straight at the seemingly 'solid' brick wall
"I'm so going to crash into it…" Dick said looking around at all the other people in the station.
"I promise you won't" He reassured him looking over at Bruce who was in a daze Dick nodded nervously. To be honest, he was still slightly unsure of it (who wouldn't be?) when the shrill voice of a woman came from behind them.
"…packed with Muggles, of course… Alfred?!" She shouted, running up to him and enveloping Alfred's slim frame in an excited hug. She was a plump woman with distinctive red hair; behind her were four boys and a small girl was attached to her side, also with the same flaming red hair.
"Oh my… Molly! How have you been?" He asked looking at the plump woman
"Great! It's lovely seeing you, but why are you here?" she asked curiously
"Later Mol. Besides, we can't have the boys missing the train can we?" he replied, his eyes twinkled in a way which could rival Dumbledore's.
"All right, Percy, you go first." She said as the oldest boy ran towards the brick column and then vanished.
"Fred your next," Molly said
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly woman, call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done, because a second later he had gone. Dick laughed at the exchange as the actual George ran up to the barrier and disappeared as well.
"Excuse me," said a small voice trembling nervously from behind them
"Hullo dear," she said "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed to the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin and gangling with freckles, big hands and feet and a long nose.
"Yes," said the boy. "The thing is – the thing is, I don't know how to –"
"How to get on the platform?" She said kindly
"Come on Dick," Bruce told him as the three of them went towards the platform.
"I'll catch you later Mol, Leaky Cauldron?" He suggested
"We can meet right after the boys have gone, remember to wait," She shouted as he was nearing the barrier between platforms nine and ten
"Catch you later then," he said with a smile before disappearing behind a large crowed of tourists. A few seconds later, he noticed that the small thin boy had come through, heading over to the end of the train.
"Don't forget to write, I'll miss all the action." He reminded Alfred, smiling at Bruce.
"Yeh right kid, you're going to a magical school, how much more action do you need?" Bruce asked
"Oh, you know, just ask the Joker" He smirked running off
"DON'T JOKE ABOUT THAT! AND KEEP OUT OF TROUBLE!" Bruce bellowed
"Oh, I don't know… I'LL TRY!" Dick shouted back, laughing then scampering into the train. Looking from compartment to compartment he went off to find the small boy from the station, for some reason he felt attracted to him. Not in the literal sense but as in he was familiar… somehow. He spotted him from the corner of his eye, sitting alone in one of the back carriages. Letting himself in, He smirked as he heard the train starting and the twins shouting 'We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!'
"Can I come in?" he asked, before looking out of the window to wave goodbye to Bruce and Alfred ten sitting down. A few minutes passed before the youngest red head came in; Dick noticed that he had a black smudge on his nose.
"Umm… can I sit here, everywhere else is full," he said looking from Dick to the other boy who both gave spontaneous nods. Sitting next to him he glanced quickly at the kid before looking out of the window.
"Hey, Ron."
The twins were back.
"Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron
"Harry," said the other twin "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother, see you later, then."
"Bye," Said Ron and Harry as they slid the compartment door shut.
"Are you really Harry Potter" Ron blurted out
Harry nodded, bringing Dick out of his daydream.
"Oh – well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got – you know…"
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his fringe to show a scar shaped like lightning. Ron stared.
"So that's where You-Know-Who –?"
"Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly
"Well – I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else"
Dick winced; he shouldn't be able to remember anything.
"Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realised what he was doing, he quickly looked out the window.
"So then, who are you?" Harry asked, trying to divert Ron's attention
"I'm a lot of things; you'll have to be more specific…" He answered cryptically
"Huh?" Ron asked, oblivious as usual.
"Richard Grayson, but call me Dick," He finally replied.
"What!?" Harry said, not believing what was happening
"You're THE Richard Grayson… Hold on, Hagrid said something about… wait, your my brother?" this was not a question, Harry's mind had put two and two together equalling madness. Dick inwardly sighed with relief, 'He knows' He thought. Nodding casually he asked
"What other Richard Grayson do you know?" He asked, teasing his brother.
"What are you guy's talking about?" Ron asked
"He's…" he started
"I'm…" Dick interrupted
"My brother…" Harry finished as Ron looked between the two
"Ok then…" Ron said awkwardly before the carriage dipped into a tense silence.
The next chapter should be up... soon?
Thanks for reading Xx
- DCTW
