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xXx Child of the League xXx
xXx Part 1: Prologue xXx
On one of the rooftops overlooking quaint little neighborhood of Privet Drive two overly bright green eyes gazed down attentively at the scene that was unfolding beneath them.
The thing which had initially drawn the attention of these eyes was the sight of a cat behaving in a manner that was decidedly unnatural for a cat to behave in. Cats do not have proper posture and decorum like that… especially not after sitting rigidly on a brick wall like that for half the day.
And yes… the cat had been sitting on that brick wall for half the day. The woman who these green eyes belonged to had been through the neighborhood a couple of times that day as she had been casing a potential crime that one of her former colleagues had planned in the town this neighborhood was a part of.
'Damn bat and his persistence.' the woman thought in frustration. As much as she may love the man, being with him necessitated giving up some of her guilty pleasures.
The woman frowned as she watched an elderly gentleman somehow shroud the street in darkness. Not that darkness was in any way a hindrance to her, she operated at her best in the dark.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." the man stated.
As soon as he had said this, the woman on the roof watched in abject fascination as the cat that was not a cat transformed into a human female.
'I really need to learn how to do that.' the woman thought to herself, thoroughly impressed.
"How did you know it was me?" the older catwoman asked incredulously.
"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly," the old man responded in good humour. That response however almost caused the woman on the roof to completely blow her cover as it echoed her thoughts perfectly.
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." the woman down below stated in a huff.
The woman on the roof couldn't help but think of the irony in that statement. A real cat can relax on just about any surface known to man that isn't lava or water. Brick walls certainly wouldn't deter a cat from relaxing.
The woman partially zoned out of what the two were saying for a few moments as it was little more than idle small talk that had little to do with explaining why these two were in this little neighborhood in the middle of the night like this.
"I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?" the woman asked, finally giving the prowler a name for the old man.
"It certainly seems so, we have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?" and again the woman zoned out.
"The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" the woman asked.
The old man said nothing in response so the woman continued, "What they're saying, is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow…" as soon as he said that the prowler made a mental note to have her boyfriend search for that name in the Batcomputer as it was one she was entirely unfamiliar with, "He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James are - are - that they're - dead."
The old man bowed his head and the woman gasped. Meanwhile the Prowler amended her previous notation about Godric's Hollow 'Check to see if anyone recovered the bodies and performed an official autopsy on them. With the track record of people I am friends with… they COULD still be alive.'
During this time she hadn't really been paying attention to what was going on below so when she heard the woman ask if it was true that this Voldemort person couldn't kill a little boy, she refocused on the conversation.
"We can only guess, we may never know." the man stated as he checked a bizarre contraption that the woman on the roof could only very superficially recognize as a pocket watch…
'That is the most bizarre pocket watch I have ever seen.' the woman thought to herself, and she has seen some weird ones in her time. It came with the territory of being the former world class Thief known worldwide as "The Catwoman," though Selina Kyle had officially retired from that line of work a year or so ago.
"Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here by the way?"
"Yes," the female professor stated, though what she was a professor of, Selina had no idea… unless it was the ability to turn into a cat? That required some investigating. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live HERE?" McGonagall cried while indicating house number four.
"Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"
Selina had to agree with this assessment. She had actually had the misfortune of meeting that woman and her son. Oh sure, the woman tried to seem perfectly pleasant and polite, but the way she kept sniffing in disdain about the newspaper that Selina had been reading highlighting the most recent exploits of Superman back over in America, you could tell that the woman thought nothing but ill towards those who didn't fit her very narrow view of what was normal and acceptable.
Of course meant that Selina could not in good conscience leave a child who promised to be anything but ordinary in a situation where he would end up being raised by such a woman. Even Harleen and Pamela had better sense than that.
As such she fully tuned out the rest of the conversation between the two old people. Although she did pay attention to the sight of a motorcycle dropping out of the sky as if it were made for the purpose of flying. 'I think I need to have a word with Lobo about not leaving his toys out where people can find them.'
Selina watched as the three left a small infant on the doorstep with only his blankets to protect him from the cold night air. She watched as the old man left merely a letter to explain things to the people living inside. And she watched as all three of them departed the neighborhood.
Selina waited for another good fifteen minutes to make certain that none of them were returning. She then stealthily descended from the roof that she was on and crept up to where the infant was located.
"Okay… not an infant. Toddler would be more accurate based on his apparent age." Selina said. She then gently so as not to wake the child, picked him up and departed the neighborhood.
"I will have to call Shayera in as I am not equipped for this. Diana would be the ideal option, but she is currently out of range of most forms of communication I have easy access to." Selina commented as she walked towards where she was staying in town.
xXx Early The Next Morning xXx
Shayera Hol was not a happy person this morning. Selina Kyle had summoned her halfway across the world as backup for something that Selina claimed was a matter of life and death. So imagine Shayera's annoyance to discover that the matter of life and death turned out to be a small kid that Selina admitted that she had effectively kidnapped.
"I don't know why you are so upset Shayera. He is better off with people like us rather than with the people that old man wanted him to live with." Selina stated in a huff.
"Selina you aren't the one who gets to decide these things." Shayera stated matter of factly.
Selina stared at Shayera incredulously for a moment when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sighing Selina got up and answered it. "Diana? When did you get back? And more importantly why did you come here first?"
"As it turns out, Athena was rather insistent that I show up here for some reason that I never found out… Shayera? What's going on? Wait… is that... a baby?" Diana asked in mounting confusion.