Title: A Different Chosen One

Rating: T

Summary: AU! The Justice League witnesses the defeat of Lord Voldemort at the hands of Julius Wayne, the son of a muggle father and the descendent of a squib. He will have adventures similar to Harry in the hallow halls of Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 7: Flying Lessons

The next week was like the first except that on Thursday morning they had Flying Lessons with Hufflepuff. Julius was excited about learning to fly on a broom and wondered if it was better, or worse, than flying unsupported. Unsupported flight was one of the things that Doctor Fate had taught Julius to be able to do. Though he didn't do it here because he didn't want to freak anyone out. All around him children of Wizarding families talked about flying all the time.

When Draco heard that Julius hadn't heard of Quidditch before he took it upon himself to tell Julius everything about the sport and all the brooms that he had ever seen and wanted his mother to get him. Julius found out that his father had died of a heart attack three years after Voldemort had been defeated. He had been in the prison called Azkaban when it had happened.

"I'm sorry about what happened to him," Julius said.

His father might have been a Death Eater (Doctor Fate told him all about those that supported him and what they were called) but Julius wasn't the one that could talk. His mother had followed the Joker and had probably killed as many people as Draco's father had.

"Thanks," he said.

So on Thursday morning the Ravens went down to the grounds for their first flying lesson. Hermione had been nervous about the whole thing, since this wasn't something that you could learn from a book. Not that she hadn't tried. A few minutes later the Hufflepuff's arrived and Julius could tell, right away, that Neville was nervous. Julius had a bad feeling about the whole thing.

Their teacher arrived soon after the Hufflepuff's had gotten here. Her name was Madam Hooch and she had short, grey, hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well what are you waiting for," she barked. "Stand next to a broom."

Everyone hurried over to a broom and Julius looked at his own. It was very old and the bristles were stuck in all sorts of wrong angles.

"It's time for your first flying lesson. Place your right hand over your broom and say UP."

"UP!"

Julius broom jumped into his hand at once. But it was one of the few that had. Hermione's kept rolling over and Julius saw that Neville's hadn't moved at all. Soon it was clear that most of them had to pick theirs up.

"Now I want you to mount them," she said. "And stay there. I don't want you sliding off the ends."

She came around to make sure that everyone was griping their brooms correctly.

"Now when I blow my whistle you will kick off the ground, hard, hover for a few moments and then lean forward to touch back down."

Neville, who must have been nervous, killed off the ground before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. She wasn't happy when Neville started to fly off.

"Come down, this instant."

Poor Neville. Julius could see the fear on his face and the broom was acting oddly. And then to Julius horror is started to move away from the castle. Julius knew there was only one thing that he could do. He had to save his friend before whatever was in the forest got him or he got too close to a muggle town. And how long could Neville stay on that broom before falling off?

Dropping his broom, he kicked off the ground and flew after his friend. He wasn't as fast as Superman, but he was fast enough. He soon caught up with Neville and touched his shoulder.

"I can't stop it," he said. "Please-."

"Neville, calm down," Julius said. "I have you."

He put his arm around his back and his other arm went under his leg.

"Let go of the broom. I have you," he said and Neville did just that.

The broom shot into the forest and was gone, but Neville wasn't hurt.

"How-?"

"Let's just say that I took lessons from someone that could do this," Julius told him. "Come on, let's get you inside. I doubt you want to be bombarded by students."

He nodded and he turned around and headed back to the castle. They found an open window and Julius flew through it and landed on the floor.

"Thanks," Neville said.

"What the devil?" a harsh voice said and that's when they both realized that this was the Headmaster's office.

The voice belonged to Professor McGonagall.

"Why do I see removal of points in my future," Julius said.

"Explain yourselves?"

Julius told her about what happened during flying lessons while an amused Dumbledore listened. Julius could tell that he was amused because he kept covering his mouth with his hand.

"Unsupported flight is highly dangerous. You could of-."

"I've been doing unsupported flight for years," Julius cut her off. "I knew what I was doing."

She didn't believe him, but then Dumbledore said, "It's clear that neither boy is hurt in any way. Maybe Mr. Longbottom is scared, which is natural, but no harm was done to anyone."

"Headmaster."

"No points taken and no punishment handed out," Dumbledore said. "Now, why don't you both head back to your dorms."

"We will," Julius promised and they left.

"Thanks for saving me," Neville said.

"It was nothing," Julius told him. "Of course I have a bad feeling that everyone in the school is going to find out."

"Would that be so bad?"

"Oh you have no idea."

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"Looks like someone is mad," Green Lantern said.

"Has Batman been looking through Fate's monitor glass again?" Black Canary said.

"Of course," Lantern told her. "He wants to make sure that Julius isn't getting into any trouble. Something happened to make him mad."

"I'll have someone calm him down."

"Thanks, because a mad Batman isn't a good thing to see."

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Julius had been right about everyone in the school finding out that he could do unsupported flight. He knew that his father was going to be mad at him when he found out. Of course, with what his father had access to, he most likely already knew and was mad at him. Could he be mad at him all year? God, he hoped not.

"My dad is going to kill me," he told Hermione.

"But you saved Neville's life," Hermione said to him.

"Let's hope that your father doesn't have access to a howler," Draco said. "Oh you don't want one of those."

"Oh God, I hope not," Julius said. "Please, I don't need to hear him yelling at me in the middle of the Great Hall."

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"Bruce, you have to calm down," Superman said.

"When he gets home-."

"You could send Julius a Howler," Zatanna said.

"Not helping matters," Superman told her.

"Where do I get access to one?" Batman asked.

"I'll get one put together," Zatanna said.

"What is a Howler?" Black Canary asked.

"It's a way for disapproving parents to let their kids know how much they messed up. All of them usually arrive during breakfast."

"What a way to ruin someone's appetite," Canary said.

Zatanna came back and told Batman what to say to Julius. He went to his Bruce Wayne voice so that no one at Hogwarts would know that he was Batman. Zatanna then tapped it three times with her wand and sent it off. After that, things went back to normal. At least Batman was calm down enough to do something productive.

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Julius sat down on Saturday to eat breakfast and look over his notes. Things had calm down since the horrible Flying Lesson and Julius wanted to leave the event behind. The owls arrived with their usual letter and then something hit Julius in the head, landed not too far from Hermione's plate. It was red and address to him.

"Oh no," Draco moaned, who had taken it to be a habit to sit at the Ravenclaw table. "Oh no, he did get access to one."

It started smoking at the ends and everyone at the Ravenclaw table bolted for the exit.

"You better open it," Neville said. "I got one from my gran and ignored it. It was horrible."

With shaking fingers, he picked it up and opened it. It sounded like a bomb had gone off. His father's voice, magnified a thousand times, went through the Great Hall.

"HOW DARE YOU USE UNSUPPORTED FLIGHT. YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED. YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT BOY KILLED. DIDN'T I TEACH YOU ANYTHING ABOUT DOING STUPID, RASH, THINGS. I GUESS WE CAN TELL WHERE YOU GOT THAT FROM. THOUGH I DOUBT YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING THIS STUPID UNLESS SHE GOT SOMETHING OUT OF IT."

Julius felt his insides burn and then, "DON'T YOU MENTION HIS MOTHER IN THIS, BRUCE, AND I MEAN IT. THIS IS A HOWLER, NOT AN EXCUSE TO PUT HIS MOTHER INTO IT."

Zatanna's voice must have been caught in the recording of the Howler, because it was sort of funny that she was scolding him.

"AND I THOUGHT THAT I WAS DOING THIS. DON'T INCLUDE YOUR VOICE IN THIS."

"I'LL PUT MY WORD IN IT WHEN I THINK IT'S APPROPRATE."

"HAY, JULIUS, WHAT YOU DID WAS TOTALLY COOL."

It was The Flash and Julius had to laugh.

"DON'T GIVE THE BOY ANY IDEAS, WALLY," the Green Lantern's voice said.

"Oh their so messing up what a Howler is for," Draco said, though Julius did see a grin on his face.

"SEE YOU THIS CHRISTMAS, JULIUS," Zatanna said and the Howler was over.

"Well, that was…interesting," Hermione said.

"Yeah, but funny," Draco said.

Julius had to agree with that.

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A/N: Trust the Flash to ruin a Howler. Next up: Halloween comes up and Constantine decides to help Julius out with contacting his mother. Oh don't tell Batman about this one.