Now that introductions were out of the way, Harry and Kara stared each other down in the Phantom Zone, both of them getting a feel for each other. The two trapped prisoners stood face to face with each other, a moment passed before the blonde prisoner blinked and stared back at the young wizard. One burning question flowed through her mind.
"So, how did you get here?"
Harry's expression twisted in a slight instant of pain, it was brief, subtle, but one the dark-haired wizard showed on his face. And one the blonde Kryptonian noticed when she faced off against him, she had a good idea with detail with things like this despite his face now being the mask of stoicness. The young woman surveyed him and could tell that there was so much in his mind, in his eyes, more than she could ever even understand.
"It's….well I don't think that I should say it's a long story. Because we're not pressed for time here."
Kara shook her head before she explained the situation to the mage, carefully and concisely. "The Phantom Zone is timeless….but I think that you've already figure that out as long as you've been here."
"Yeah, I found that out where I got here," Harry answered in a crisp voice when he thought about his entire time in the Phantom Zone or so it was called.
So much time he passed, much longer than he was even alive from the moment he arrived here to the moment where Kara popped in there. A long time passed, more days then Harry ever bothered to count. The moment he dropped into this place, he kept track of the days, wondering if there was a way out of here.
Then again, there was no way out, that's what he was certain of. Not that there was any lack of trying for him No matter what, he kept looking around for a way out but there was no escape out of this Phantom Zone. Harry thought he was going to die here but his inherent stubbornness made him refuse to go down without a fight.
It was survival of the fittest and in many ways, his entire life prepared himself for the horrific prison that was this realm. Kara's curiosity bubbled through her eyes and he cleared his throat, along with his head before the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Exiled-To-The-Phantom-Zone spoke.
"I suppose I better tell you," Harry started when he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, before Kara stepped forward to give him an encouraging gaze. That gave Harry the inspiration to speak. "I suppose this entire mess all started from about a year before I was born. To make a long story short there was a prophecy about a savior that was going to defeat an extremely dangerous dark wizard who plagued my former world for years. He killed many, ruined countless lives but there was something special in me that stopped him."
Kara nodded before she invited Harry to continue.
"Of course, he wasn't stopped, he returned when I was fourteen years old and for three more years, we went back and forth with each other," Harry continued when he leaned forward. "He had powers that no magic user ever thought they could have, bringing his power to unprecedented heights. After that night of the Department of Mysteries, when my godfather died, it gave me the inspiration to step up my training. He was sent through the veil."
The blonde moved with a start, he talked about this veil and she thought she should know of it. It hit her immediately after a few seconds of hard thought and concentration. The veil was a primitive portal to the Phantom Zone that was thrown out generations and lost in the vastness of space. Apparently it drifted in space before someone on Earth found it, who knows what havoc it caused.
"It was a curious artifact in the Department of Mysteries," Harry explained but Kara gave a weak smile.
"It was one of our artifacts that was lost, your people must have found it," Kara answered, stroking her chin thoughtfully and looking over her shoulder. She swore she heard something but there was nothing behind her.
"I found out for years the Ministry pushed some of our worst through the veil, it was a means to judge them," Harry stated when he looked at the blonde before him before he relayed what he learned about the veil and the Ministry's use. "It was their theory, their belief, that everyone who passed through would be judged as innocent or guilty."
"Imagine that," Kara stated, unable to resist and Harry realized what she said and Harry shook his head.
"You know what I meant," Harry answered her turning around and reigning in his thoughts. "It was supposed to strip anyone who passed through of their powers and their body, and if they were innocent of the crimes, well they'd be sent on. If they were guilty, well they'd be trapped here in this horrific place forever."
The more Harry thought about that, the more he realized that there was a certain amount of abject stupidity regarding his Ministry.
"I've heard whispers from the Wraiths, encountered a couple that were sent through the veil, a practice they reinstated after the fall of the Dark Lord I talked about, the second time, for real," Harry added to Kara, keeping a stoic expression on his face when he looked at her. "Those who were unable to pay off the Ministry were sent through the veil, for their crimes. Many of them were allowed to do crimes on the behalf of the Ministry and others scapegoats while some of the biggest offenders walked free when the Ministry officials patted the new found bulge in their pockets."
Harry's bitterness seemed obvious through his tone but he shook his head and got back to the matter at hand.
"I do admit regretting what I did during my sixth year on, but after what happened in the Department of Mysteries, I had no choice," Harry added when his green eyes locked onto her blue eyes. "I had to walk alone, but my two best friends, well one of them suffered injuries that she died of shortly before my sixth year. I defied the old man for the first time ever and stayed by her bedside to the moment she died to make her last few minutes happy. My other best friend, the brains drove himself and he perished. As for everyone else, well I was friendly with people, but….I distanced myself from all of them."
His voice broke a little bit, shaking even for a brief instant. Kara watched Harry with a sad expression in her eyes and saw that he been through that much. Despite he would not say it or admit everything that he was.
"After my parents died, you thought I would learn the lesson about getting attached to people, but I tried to forge some semblance of a life," Harry added when he turned around to hide the bitter regret in his eyes, before facing Kara with determination in his eyes. "It was for the best given the fact that I started to change upon my eighteenth birthday, shortly before the Ministry decided that I was a threat to their world and may have been driven insane by the connection that I had to Lord Voldemort, which was severed and no longer posed a problem, I was checked out by a certified Healer but then the Ministry got their crack team of healers involved and it was all over, they thought me to be insane."
"They judged you from the beginning, they wanted you out of the way," Kara concluded and Harry nodded.
"Right in one, beautiful," Harry responded when he gave her a bright smile that caused a few butterflies to appear in her stomach. "The fact that I had immense resources the Ministry wanted, that played a large part. They all knew as well that I would not pretend that everything was okay. I wouldn't pretend that people weren't getting killed for being different, magical creatures weren't being discriminated against, the Ministry was not being corrupted despite all I fought for. I would never ignore that, ever."
Harry briefly recalled the trial, a farce, which there was character testimony given by such reliable witnesses like Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, who obviously knew him well as a friend. Others like Susan Bones tried to speak on Harry's behalf, but she was silenced. The niece of the former head of the Department of Mysteries accused of treason because she showed one of the virtues of her house, loyalty.
"They knew what was happening to me, Snape and Dumbledore knew, they had a sample of my blood that they swiped from the Hospital Wing during one of my trips," Harry mused, naturally Kara did not know who these people were. "Since my second year, they knew that the change was going to come. Dumbledore faked his death during my sixth year and Snape during my seventh year, naturally to lure Voldemort into a false sense of security. And also…."
Harry stopped before he collected more thoughts and stopped himself short going on a ramp.
"It's over, it doesn't matter," Harry responded when he turned around, abruptly cutting off everything that he wanted to rant about, even if there was a mostly sympathetic ear here.
"It's not over as long as you're alive," Kara answered when she grabbed Harry firmly around the arm. "What was it about this change?"
Harry would be lying if he did not think about this for a long time, mulling over everything as it happened for years but he came up with a conclusion.
"In my second year, I fought a Basilisk, that's a giant snake that can petrify with a stare, in the Chamber of Secrets," Harry told Kara and she nodded in understand, her feet implanted into the sand of the Phantom Zone. "It sank its fang into my arms and infected me with its venom. A Phoenix, Fawkes, saved me, crying in my wound. Now the two substances combined, well they can lead to some interesting results, especially with my genetic makeup."
Kara invited Harry to continue and he took the invitation.
"To make a long story short, my mother found and performed an obscure charm where I would be strong enough to withstand a killing curse," Harry responded when he sat down on the rocks, hoping they weren't sentient and would not try to eat him again. "It also created an everlasting protection which would have faded by the time my seventeenth birthday passed. However, the Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears in my blood stream combined together with the protective charms and super charged the protection and it came back with a vengeance when I turned eighteen."
Kara's face swam with curiosity and Harry indulged her with more information.
"Super human strength, super speed, enhanced senses, healing from most injuries, and also essentially, the aging process got froze right at the prime of my life," Harry added and Kara looked thoughtful.
"Kryptonian," Kara whispered when she looked at Harry and this statement caught him off guard.
"I beg your pardon?" Harry asked, not sure if he heard her right.
"Your abilities, they're like a Kryptonian," Kara repeated, clear and concise. "Underneath a yellow sun as well, it gives us powers beyond the wildest dreams of mankind. That's the race I'm from, I'm…among the last of the survivors."
"That's interesting," Harry answered when he looked at Kara, before he paused. "Can you do this?"
Without warning, Harry scooped Kara up into his arms and he took flight in the air. It did explain his natural flying skills the first time he picked up a broomstick. These abilities were locked inside him, waiting to come out. He flew around with the bomb bombshell in his arms, circling around the small area they were on the Phantom Zone.
"Under a yellow sun, I can do that, yes," Kara stated when Harry sat her down, a smile crossing her face.
"So all you Kryptonians can do that?" Harry asked when he looked at Kara.
Kara paused, before she remarked in a candid voice. "We should but most of us develop faster than others."
"I see," Harry answered when he looked over Kara. "Well, I see you're developing rather well."
A smile crossed Kara's face, at least a shadow of one. She caught his implied meaning with those words.
"So I'm guessing your people, they invented this place," Harry chimed in and Kara paused, before she nodded.
"My family, the House of El, they helped channel into the Phantom Zone dimension, it was entirely by accident," Kara added when she looked at Harry.
"Some of the best things can be invented by accident or sheer idiocy," Harry remarked to her, mulling over some of those particular discoveries in the magical world.
"Krypton was not the only race to use this place, other alien races tapped onto it and apparently, your Ministry as well," Kara added when she stared at Harry. He was an enigma, but he had the most bewitching green eyes in the world. She caught herself staring into them a few times but they were a shade unlike anything she ever saw before. "What were they dumping here?"
A buzzing got louder and Harry stood rigid when a dusty wind kicked up. He heard something coming and from his enhanced hearing, that something was hungry.
"Hold that thought for just a second," Harry managed when he turned around and peered up when the buzzing got closer, more prominent, and moved towards him.
Insects showed up but they were not any ordinary insects that were the size of a dog, with many eyes, many claws, and sharp teeth. Harry stepped back and could tell that they sensed a free meal but he was not going to allow them to eat him or Kara.
"Stand back," Harry told Kara and there was a moment of protest that flickered through her eyes.
She did so, going behind Harry and waited, before a cold wind kicked up in the Phantom Zone. The dark haired wizard rolled his eyes backwards, chanting a language Kara could not place underneath his breath. The wind kicked up and then snow and ice followed, to freeze the insects in their trails.
A warm glow appeared around both Harry and Kara to shield them from the effects. Other than that, the Phantom Zone insects, they fell to the ground, frozen to death.
"If they come here, there will be more, a nest," Harry concluded and the two quickened their pace.
"How did you keep your powers when you came here? I mean….people who are sent here, they're stripped of their powers and in many cases, their bodies."
Harry's face flickered into a smile before he responded to her with a smile. "Darling, I'm the exception to every single rule in the book."
Kara and Harry reached the edge of a cliff.
"A minor annoyance," Harry added, when he turned around to look off the side of the cliff but the ground shook beneath them and something burrowed underneath the surface. "And that's a big problem."
"You can fly us out of here, though," Kara answered, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck to hold on tight.
"Of course I can, but don't cop a feel or anything when we're in the air," Harry joked to her, when he shot off, as the ground crumbled beneath them and a large tentacle burst from underneath the ground, waving at him. The young wizard peered over his shoulder when Kara hung on tightly to him. "That was a close one."
Kara agreed, that was a close one, she wrapped her arms tightly around Harry. Frustration mounted her; she wished that they could find a way to get her powers back in the Phantom Zone. While she trusted Harry could protect her, she felt like a sitting duck.
The two of them dropped to the ground and Harry rushed around on the ground before he picked up a piece of medal. He transfigured it at super speed, before Kara really saw what he was doing and then put the necessary charm work on it.
When he was done, he held an amulet in his hand and he snapped it onto Kara's neck.
"What's this for?" Kara wondered and Harry happily enlightened her.
"It's a charm that will filter the light in this place into yellow solar radiation and give you your powers back, at least I hope it will," Harry remarked and Kara, seemingly impressed, turned around.
The buzzing indicated that one of those bugs were on the move, having been a bit late to the dinner party and wanted to get the meal for itself.
"No better time for a test," Kara answered before she focused her heat vision and sure enough she felt the tell-tale burning through her eyes before the insect blew up from the impact. "Well it works."
"I'm glad, that's tricky charm work to get right," Harry stated, turning around to see if there were any more guests coming. When he saw that there was no one coming, he relaxed a little bit more. "You did handle yourself pretty well back there when you knocked me to the ground without your powers."
Kara had the decency to look a bit sheepish.
"Sorry about that, I was….I was a bit paranoid after being sent here," Kara stated when she closed her eyes and thought about what happened. "And now, he's on Earth with my cousin and Kal-El has no idea, he's blissfully ignorant."
Kara sighed when she looked up into the sky and tried to remain strong as she could. The blonde looked to the sky but Harry put his arm around her.
"If I could help, we could find a way out," Harry told her gently, seriously. "But I've looked for however long I've been here and found nothing. Not that it matters, I'm better in here, then out there."
The Phantom Zone caused Harry to grow strong because there was only one rule inside the Zone and that was survival. Survival where if he let up for even a minute, the wraiths would get him but there were things that were worse than the wraiths.
Kara thought about it before she came clean with Harry.
"There's one way out of here," Kara admitted to Harry but then she shook her head. "Actually one way I know of, if there's another, I don't know. There's an alter somewhere in here, that can be activated by my bloodline and my bloodline only. It could open up a portal to send us back to Earth, but when and where, I don't know. If I don't time the jump exactly right, we could end up any time, any place. The only thing is that we can't be transported to a place where we already existed in the past."
Kara's shoulders shrugged before she shook her head.
"Time is not linear in here, I arrived on Earth in the year 1989, so I can't go to Earth any time after that until the year 2008 when I disappeared from Earth, never to return," Kara explained to Harry and he nodded.
"You say there was an altar?" Harry asked Kara and the blonde nodded slowly. "It wouldn't happen to be black with a symbol that looks like an "S" carved onto it would it?"
Kara nodded.
"Well, the Dementors claimed that cave with the altar as their personal playground," Harry said when he mulled it over. "They crowded around it, they know, they know that it's their ticket out of here."
"What are the Dementors?" Kara asked when her gaze focused firmly on Harry's but they took flight at another rumble. Both of them felt safer in the air than on the ground especially in a place like this. "That thing you blasted back there, that was of them, wasn't it?"
Harry proceeded to explain the grim truth of Dementors to her. "They are creatures….they feed off of the worst memories, the despair of people."
A pained expression appeared on Kara's face. "The Phantom Zone should be like paradise to them."
"It should be, which is why I think they're by the altar, they don't want anyone to escape before they do," Harry responded when they continued to move through the sky, eyes peered for trouble. "If anyone escapes, well they lose their source of food. They are the best prison guards, they are without thought, feeling, or reason. And shortly after I arrived here, the Ministry lured five hundred of them through, in an attempt to make sure the deed was done."
After all, Harry cheated certain death before and five hundred Dementors would not be missed. The Dementors mutated and combined with the Wraiths to make something awful. Some of the wraiths absorbed into the Dementors but many of them took another path. They bonded with the foul creatures, making them more dangerous than ever before.
If they ever escaped from the Phantom Zone, Harry shuddered to think what was going to happen but he knew that it would not be good. It would put thousands of lives in dangers which is why the young man seemed to work so tirelessly to destroy them.
Kara noticed that things got quiet, a little too quiet for her likely but he maybe she was being a little bit paranoid. The Phantom Zone was a place where there was never a dull moment.
"If I could get you out of here, believe me, I would," Harry answered and Kara's expression turned towards him.
"What about you?'
Harry shrugged. "Don't worry about me, after everything that's happened, I'm sure that I deserve being in here."
Kara frowned. "You were innocent, you don't deserve to be sent here anymore than I was."
"And how do you know I was telling the truth?" Harry asked, to be honest, everyone else called him a delusional liar so many times that he almost believed it. Perhaps he imagined everything that happened, that was a thought that nearly broke his mind when he was in the Phantom Zone.
After all, the best liars were the ones who convinced themselves of the lie.
Kara breathed, to be honest, she had no idea why she trusted Harry, she did trust him and the blonde reached forward, placing her hands on Harry's waist, holding him steady in mid-air.
"You're not used to people believing in you are you?" Kara asked him in a soft and gentle voice, her eyes staring him down, almost as if she peered in his very soul.
"Perceptive and beautiful, that could be quite the dangerous combination," Harry answered when the two smiled at each other but the young wizard cleared his throat before becoming all business. "I'll take you to the altar, see the damage that has been caused, but the fog is thick, and growing thicker, I'm not sure we can get close to it."
"Don't worry, I know the way," Kara added when she flew forward following Harry.
Kara wondered if her cousin was going to try anything reckless like try to find a way to release her out of the Phantom Zone. She knew that there was a portal in the Fortress, and Jor-El could send him there if he found out that Brainiac sent her here that was. The blond closed her eyes, she hoped not. While her uncle restored her memories and powers previously, she did not want to rely on him any more than she had to.
That was providing Brainiac did not kill Kal-El before he realized what happened.
Harry on the other hand, was thinking and pleased to have a companion in the Phantom Zone but he realized that she did not belong in this place. She was innocent, pure, untainted, and there was no reason why he should keep her here. The Zone caused most of the happy memories that he had to be stripped away although somehow, he kept his sanity.
The Dementors, he felt their presence around every corner and knew that they drew nearer. Their cold, rattling breath could be around every corner. They kept near the altar, perhaps they tried to figure out a way to activate it or perhaps they waited for some fool to try so. It was schmuck bait and fresh meat could come around for them to feed on.
Harry and Kara dropped down on the ground, shivering, the fog causing their skin to freeze and blister a little bit. The swell of bad memories continued to occur, the blonde clutching Harry's arm when her legs buckled underneath her.
"That's as far as I've been able to go," Harry responded when Kara's breath grew labored, rather shallow, and she closed her eyes when she felt it.
It was horrible and this was coming from someone who considered herself to be really strong-willed. The Dementors were as awful as Harry implied and even more so.
"I've….yeah, I don't know, you're strong, really strong," Kara whimpered when she held Harry's arm, bombarded by the thoughts around her, the death of everyone on Krypton when her father shoved her onto the ship, under the false assumption that she would protect Kal-El but in reality she was a means to his ends.
Then she saw Brainiac inject her with something and transport her. The last thing she heard was Brainiac's taunting whisper.
"You've failed Kal-El and there's nothing that you can do to stop his demise."
Kara shook her head and clutched Harry's arm, once again, moments passed when she stood up.
"I can't handle this anymore," Kara breathed and Harry nodded, before he scooped up in his arms and flew her out of the way. The blonde shuddered when Harry got here out of there. "I was nearly crippled by them."
"I took me years before I got used to them," Harry answered when he closed his eyes and thought about it. "The problem is, I don't know if there's another way out. I tried to apparate out….I appeared and reappeared in the same place I stood."
Kara closed her eyes before she blew her hair back and she gave a resounding sigh. Her body felt frigid and all thoughts of happiness left her before she shook off the dismal thoughts.
"Take some of this," Harry answered when he handed her something. "Chocolate, I transfigured it, it took me forever to get the spells right. For a while, it looked like chocolate but tasted like mud."
Kara pulled a face but then her curiosity got the better of her.
"And how do you know what mud tastes like?"
Harry shifted a little bit, well he was force fed mud by Dudley and his gang one time, and worms too. Worms actually weren't a bad source of protein, strictly speaking, but he shook his head. It was rather bad when he thought of worms as edible food.
"It's an expression," Harry answered when he handed the chocolate to Kara. "You'll feel loads better, promise."
Kara trusted him to take the foot and gave a nibble on it. She never had this chocolate, not even on Earth, but she wondered if she had more. Her taste buds bubbled with sensations that she never imagined when her brain went wild. With reckless abandon, she shoved the chocolate into her mouth and ate it up.
"You're right, I feel better," Kara added when she rested her head on Harry's shoulder and he touched down at a makeshift camp.
"We should be safe here, for a few hours, I'll put the necessary charms up but the Phantoms always find a way in," Harry responded to her and she saw him do a series of complicated motions with his hand and a few lights shot into the air. "But the early warning system should tell me if they get close."
Harry transfigured a pair of rocks into comfortable chairs. Amazed, Kara smiled before she sat down.
"You're really good at this," Kara praised him when she smiled almost teasingly. "Don't suppose you could magic us up a TV set with cable?"
"Sorry, can't go that far, besides television rots your brain," Harry stated when he looked at Kara gave a mocking pout before she smiled and leaned back to relax. "I was surprised that someone popped up, after all of this time. I've seen those Phantoms all around."
"Yeah, they're everywhere," Kara remarked when she crossed her legs on the chair and tapped her foot on the ground in tune to…well nothing in particular as it turned out. She closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and sighed. "Thank you for saving me back there, both times, I guess."
"It wasn't anything I wouldn't do for any other gorgeous alien girl that was sent to this place," Harry stated and the blonde smiled before she asked a question before she could really help herself.
"So did you have anyone…special back home?"
Kara realized how personal that question was the instant she asked it and Harry raised an eyebrow. The blonde appeared flustered and flushed a little bit, a pink twinge appearing on her cheeks before she mouthed the word "sorry" and sat back, rigid.
"No, it's quite alright, there were a few girls here and there, but it's so far in the past that it hardly matters," Harry remarked when he looked at Kara seriously.
"You must have been rather popular," Kara responded in an honest voice, allowing herself a good long look at Harry now that they were not running for their lives.
Harry chuckled before he crossed his arms a little bit. "One might say that but for all the wrong reasons I think. Still there were a few girls that I had been involved with. One of them happened when I was fourteen years old. I saved this girl's sister from merepeople in the lake and well she wasn't in any real danger but I wasn't going to turn down the thank you she gave me."
"I'd imagine," Kara responded when she blinked her eyes and invited Harry to continue.
"Then there was my girlfriend, kind of serious, but not really, we put break up and make up to an entirely new level, but given that I saw her former boyfriend die before my very eyes that relationship was doomed to fail," Harry answered seriously when she gave him a sad smile. "She did like me, but not as much as I thought she did and she wanted closure through me. We broke it off, I don't know what became of her, she could have died, got married, who knows really."
Kara nodded when she considered him.
"I had a study group in my fifth year at school, a few of the girls thanked me for my help and the good grades I got them on their examination thanks to their teaching," Harry added when he looked at Kara who understood what his implied meaning was.
Many people would believe that he was not telling the truth.
"Anyone else?" Kara asked when she looked at Harry.
Harry felt a bit sheepish at this next point but only slightly. "My…people in my neighborhood spread rumors about me that I was a criminal, a delinquent, and everything along that. There's a saying that some girls on Earth liked bad boys, as I found that out the summer after my fifth year and after what happened that year, I needed all the stress relief I could handle. I decided to use that unearned reputation as a good thing."
Kara understood that Harry needed all of the relief that he needed, the bits and pieces that he allowed to slip about his life, she thought he lead a tough life. Even before being sent here to the Phantom Zone, he was here for a lot. The blonde figured that for this reason alone, Harry did not go mad and positively feral in the Phantom Zone. A hard life toughened him too much for him to be phased by anything that occurred in this place.
A loud rumbling echoed to snap Kara out of her thoughts and Harry got up to his feet, agitated that the nice conversation he was having with his companion was interrupted.
"The damn Ministry and their experiments against nature, the Dementors aren't the only thing they dumped inside the Phantom Zone," Harry cursed when he prepared to figure out what dangerous thing popped in this time. It was likely some creature with many eyes, many tentacles, and many teeth that even Hagrid wouldn't want to keep as a pet.
That's how monstrous these things were.
"Are you sure it's from the Ministry?" Kara asked but there was a rumbling and a whisper, horrific strangled whispers.
The hideous creatures were the least of their worries for the Dementors turned up. The abominations were consumed by the hideous soul sucking monsters.
"They're feeding," Harry whispered when he felt the cold fury of the Dementors that glided towards him.
Years and years in the Phantom Zone gave Harry the need to do something, anything to pass the time. He went through countless memories of Lord Voldemort to learn magic that had been lost to time. The Dark Lord scoured the globe to learn more about anyone, traveling for over fifteen years. He sought out masters of the magical arts and when he learned everything from these old masters, he killed them. The knowledge was for Riddle and Riddle alone.
That was not all; he learned languages, especially the one spoken by the Dementors, and learned from them well. He finally understood what these hideous creatures talked about. A common phrase he heard was "get the accursed one" whenever he faced the monsters.
Apparently, Harry was infamous with the Dementors and it would be bragging rights for the one who sucked his soul out.
"They're…they're after me and they're after you as well," Harry managed when he tried to fly out of range with Kara. The two of them flew off, feeling the numbness in their fingers and toes.
"Why are they after me?" Kara wondered, dreading the answer.
"They're working for someone," Harry responded when he tried to focus on the language. "Someone named…Zed I think his name is."
"Zed?" Kara asked in a confused voice, wondering why someone named Zed would be after her.
"I don't know….they want to use you to open the altar to release him, so he can resume his plans to take over Earth," Harry responded and Kara nearly stopped in midair.
Fear flooded her, she wondered if Harry made a mistranslation but there was no time to worry. The Dementors were after them, dozens of them, and the dark-haired wizard sent another Patronus spell over his shoulder. The bright light blinded them.
"Zed….are you sure it wasn't Zod?" Kara asked quietly, fearing these hideous creatures were working for Krypton's greatest menace.
Harry heard whispers about Zod in the Phantom Zone now that he thought about it and knew he was one that the wraiths feared among all others. If he co-opted the Dementors as his own personal army, that did not bode well with their long-term prospects of survival.
Not that Harry was going to go down without a fight and he was pretty sure Kara shared the same ideals.