This is another Harry Potter story I started a couple of years ago but never really got a Title for it, so I put off typing it up. That being said open for title suggestions. Sorcerer's Stone timeline for Reference.

As per the usual disclaimer. I own nothing except the ideas in my head. If I owned DC or Harry Potter, I would not be turning wrenches for Uncle Sam.

Chapter 1

The Wonderful Relative

Location: Paris, France

Date: November 2nd, XXXX

A kindly looking old man in a 1920s style suit appeared without warning in a back alley. Stepping onto the main road he looked to his right and saw the Eiffel Tower lighting up the evening sky. As he looked on, he sighed in nostalgia then shook his head. He turned on a heel and began to make his way down the busy street, stopping every so often to look around as if lost in memory. This however was ruse as he truly was watching for any…unfriendly faces following so to say.

He came upon a café and stopped; checking his pocket-watch and adjusting the grip on his cane he advanced into the outdoor parlor and sat down. A young waitress walked up and asked, "What would you like this evening sir?" "Oh," the man replied wearily, "I heard the Chocolate Expresso is simply divine dear. If I could bother you for some." "Of course, sir. One Chocolate Expresso then." The girl beamed brightly. She noted down the order and went inside.

"Hello Albus," a woman's voice said. The now identified man looked across the table to the dark-haired woman seated there. With a slight twinkle in his eye he replied, "Diana my girl, you haven't aged a day." Diana laughed and said, "You've gone and aged for us both it seems." Her face grew serious, "What did you contact me for Albus?" The man seemed to age by decades as he sighed, "Voldemort was defeated last night." "Sounds like a cause for celebrating, not moping about." She said with a raised brow. "Your granddaughter Lily was killed in his final attack," he said with a whisper. The cup in Diana's hand shattered, "and Harry?" she inquired dreading the answer. "Alas, that is some good news," Albus answered some life back in his eyes, "He is alive."

Diana released the breath she held relief washing over her. "From what my investigation found. Lily performed some sort of ritual to protect him. Something invoking Hestia and Artemis." "I know the ritual," Diana said, "Very powerful, very potent, she would have died at the end either way. There is nothing anyone could have done to stop it. I beg you Albus don't look into it some rituals are for a woman's eyes only." Albus finished his drink and said, "Now for the reason I contacted you." "He needs to live with a blood relation to ensure the ritual continues to fulfill its purpose." Diana cut in, "You don't need to ask Albus. He is family, and I am not like some of my sisters-in-arms." Thank you, Diana," Albus sighed again, "I will have him brought by in the morning."

That morning as Diana was packing a thunderous crash came from the front door. She grabbed the sword hanging on the wall, bounded out of the study, and leapt over the railing of the balcony ready to fight. When she saw who it was, she lowered the sword. Pinching the bridge of her nose she sighed, "Really Hagrid? How many doors is that now?" "Sorry 'bout tha'" Hagrid replied sheepishly, "Forge' mah strength somewha' I brough' little 'Arry by." Holding the tiny bundle cradled in his large hand. Diana set the sword down and stepped forward taking Harry in her hands. His eyes opened revealing startling sapphire eyes. His face looked up at Diana scrunching in confusion making Diana smile at the adorable sight. "Hello little one. I am your grandmama."

"Whelp," Hagrid said, "I best be off." He began to sniffle, "Bye 'Arry." Diana looked at the giant man and said, "Don't worry Hagrid. You will see him again," she smiled, "Go now, the Keeper of Keys can't leave his post for too long." "Yer righ' 'bout tha'" Hagrid puffed in pride his sour mood somewhat forgotten. He bade farewell and left pausing long enough to put the door up slightly lopsided against the frame.

Diana turned around and adjusted Harry to one arm grabbing the sword with the other. "Come little one. We have one more stop to make before I take you home.

Location: Watchtower, Earth's Orbit

Date: November 3rd, XXXX

A metal arch in a steel room whirled to life in a bright light and a voice came over the intercom, "Acknowledged, A003 Wonder Woman and guest." Diana stepped through the portal carrying Harry and a large duffle bag. She made her way through the Watchtower towards the main conference room. As she reached the door, she paused trying to reassure herself when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Diana, whatever this is about I support you," Superman said smiling at the sleeping baby in her arm. "Thank you Kal." She replied stepping into the room with renewed strength. "I called this meeting to inform you all I will be going back to Themiscara to care for my grandson." The Flash immediately spat out the drink he was sucking down looking at her with confusion. Batman hummed then said in a deep voice, "It makes sense," ignoring Flash's sputtering. "The criminal elements that sympathized with Voldemort and his ideals are still at large." John Stewart looked over to Harry still sleeping in Diana's arms and said, "We'll be fine Diana. Take care of your family." Hawkgirl walked up placed a hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Take all the time you need. We can handle it." Thank you," Diana said in an uncharacteristically meek voice, "all of you."

Location: Themiscara

Date: November 4th, XXXX

Diana landed the jet on a sandy area just outside of the main city of the island. Opening the ramp, she walked down holding Harry. She was met at the base of the ramp by Hippolyta and her guard. "Greeting's mother," Diana started, "I would like to request sanctuary for this little one" "Oh, and who is she?" Her mother inquired. "My great grandson." Diana responded. The guards crossed their spears blocking the path off the ramp. "Explain." The queen ordered.

So, Diana did; about Steve Trevor, WWI, her daughter, granddaughter, the war with Voldemort, and the Ritual Lily performed. At the end of it all she stood in silence, nervous that they would be turned away. "I have decided," Hippolyta stated, "to allow you both to stay." Diana once again felt relief wash over her like a cool breeze. "However," her mother continued, "you will teach him all you know. That which you don't, you will find tutors. When he reaches the age of 11, he must leave this island forever." "Thank you, mother." Diana sighed, "You won't regret this." "I better not. Now let me see my grandson." She stepped forward taking Harry and began cooing at him.