A/N- So for those who didn't see the July announcement regarding story updates, I've gotten into the Young Justice animated series, perhaps even somewhat obsessed. Considering that I may be obsessed with the Young Justice series, I think you can see where this is going. I'll probably aim to release updates when I deem them ready to be released. Anyway, I hope people will enjoy this opening chapter and let's get on with it, shall we?

A/A/N- I will say this only once for this story, I do not own Harry Potter or Young Justice. They belong to J.K Rowling, DC and Warner Bros.

Harry Potter: Phantom Justice

Chapter one- Phantom Holidays/The Runaways

April 2020, London

A man with ash-white wearing a green coat with red stitching and a red jacket with green piping began walking around the city of London. He strolled around until he found a café in a somewhat quiet place in the city. The buildings around the café were very much nondescript, nothing to write home about. Not much more than offices and apartments really. The café itself was painted in white and ABBA music blared on a loop from some speakers. The man found the constant blare of ABBA music grating after having gone there for almost every day for just over a week and yet it was that constant blaring of ABBA music that made it quite endearing to him in a way. The man sat down at a table and began to look through the cafe's menu.

"What can I get you today, sir?" A young, attractive waitress in her early twenties asked.

"Can you give me just one more minute?" The man asked, his eyes flitting between the waitress and the menu. "I haven't quite decided what I want."

"Of course. Just let me know when you've decided." The Waitress replied with a smile. She then moved a short distance away from the man. The man had a hard time deciding what to get from the menu, seeing quite a few items he liked the sound of. Eventually, he made up his mind and gestured for the waitress to come over.

The man smiled at the waitress and gestured subtly with his finger for her to get ready for his order. "I think I will have a sausage and cheese toasted sandwich and a couple of portions of hash browns... Oh and a coke and a glass of tap water to drink, please." The man with the ash-white hair told the waitress with an appreciative smile.

"No problems, sir. I'll be back shortly with your order." The waitress replied before leaving to organise his order.

The man with the ash-white hair took out a device resembling a smart phone and began speaking into it. "Don't worry honeys, my holiday is going as it should be going. I'm actually waiting for lunch to arrive... How are things going there?... Well, they can't have everything their own way. I bet they're working themselves into a tizzy trying to figure out where I've gone... Yes, I don't think they considered it a possibility that I might have taken a holiday. They probably think that I want to cause them more trouble elsewhere... Yes honeys, I'll get in touch with you all very soon. Don't enjoy yourselves too much without me. Love you all very much." The man then put down his smartphone-like device just as his lunch arrived. "Thank you very much." The man said to the waitress as she placed his food and drinks on the table. The man then spotted a newspaper near the till. "Would it be possible to get hold of the newspaper over there?" The man asked the waitress, gesturing with his head towards the newspaper he wanted.

The waitress smiled. "Of course. One second." The waitress then got the newspaper and gave it to the ash-white haired man. "Here you go sir."

"Thank you very much, once again." The man replied gratefully. The waitress smiled shyly before walking away, the man watching the swaying of her hips as she walked away from him. Once he got bored of looking at the waitress, he opened the paper and immediately turned to the gossip pages. "Huh?! The Harry Potter in this universe appears to be dating some superheroes and a member of royalty. Why does it seem that almost all versions of Harry have either the best bad luck or the worst good luck ever?" The ash-white haired man asked quietly to himself before resuming his lunch.

The man continued to look through the paper until he stopped on one page. What he saw left him shivering and he very quickly closed the newspaper. He then hastily finished his lunch and paid for his meal before departing the café. He walked through the streets of London, darting into an alleyway and disappearing with an audible pop.

1st July 2010, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Harry felt like he was in between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, he feared being expelled from Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic and, on the other, he didn't want to be anywhere near those who were supposed to be his family. He especially didn't want to be near that horrible caricature of a human being that was Aunt Marge. He was walking away from his house on Privet Drive and he could feel himself shaking with pent up fear and anger.

He then turned down into the next road of Wisteria Walk, and then into Magnolia Road. He kept a watch for Hedwig, who he hoped would find him after she'd finished hunting instead of returning to Privet Drive. He watched to see if there was even a speck of white in the sky but he saw nothing. He sat down on a tiny wall, putting his trunk down on the ground in front of him.

After a minute or two of virtual silence, with nothing but the sound of his own breathing in the background, Harry heard a noise coming from the shadows. He turned towards the noise and after a few seconds of staring at the shadows cautiously with his wand in his hand, he saw a large black dog emerging from them. He wasn't sure why but, whilst he didn't like most dogs because of how nervous they made him feel, the one in front of him at that moment not only seemed friendly to him but it also seemed familiar. Like something from a long forgotten past unearthed. As the large black dog took a couple more steps closer to him, Harry could see it looked a little worse for wear. "Hello," Harry said to the dog quietly. "I'm not going to hurt you." Harry extended a hand cautiously. "You look like you could do with some kindness."

The dog looked at him and, after a moment of hesitation, approached him. Harry wasn't sure why but he began telling the dog about himself and his relationship with his relatives. After telling the dog about himself and his relatives, Harry then began thinking about his current circumstances. There was no way that he was returning to the Dursleys and getting to London and Diagon Alley seemed like a complete non-starter tonight. Furthermore, he knew that both Ron and Hermione and their families had gone on holiday and, therefore he couldn't go round theirs either.

Harry was startled when the dog started whining, making him look at the dog. He was astounded when the dog transformed into a man. At the same time, like when he first saw the dog, the man in front of him seemed familiar and trustworthy. "Hello..."

"Hello, Harry. I'm not sure if you remember me but my name is Sirius Black. I was a friend of your parents and they made me your Godfather." The man told Harry.

"Really?!" Harry asked in surprise. He didn't know much about his parents other than what had been said about them as heroes. He didn't know what they were like as real people and he certainly hadn't known about their friends until now. He didn't even know he had a Godfather.

"What happened tonight, Harry?" Sirius asked with evident concern. Harry then recounted the events of the evening to Sirius and the pair discussed their future plans.

"Hedwig! I was worried about you, girl." Harry said to his loyal white owl as she landed on his outstretched arm. She rubbed her beak on Harry's hand as he petted her. Harry turned to Sirius, "I was worried, scared, that she'd return to my relatives' house. Uncle Vernon has the temper of a hippopotamus and I was afraid he'd hurt her."

Sirius did not like what he was hearing and, on the spot, came to a decision. "Harry, would you like to come with me?" Sirius asked Harry, explaining his reasons for asking. "I was going to go to a safe place for a while. I was going to hunt down the man who betrayed me, betrayed your parents, betrayed you. I should tell you now that I recently escaped prison because the man, if you can call him that, set me up for a crime that I didn't commit. Your parents and I thought this man was a friend of ours and his actions led us both here and also led to me being labelled a supporter of Voldemort."

"Sure, I'll come with you. Where were you thinking of going?" Harry said a little too eagerly for Sirius' liking.

Sirius thought about where to go and remembered about some very secret Black family homes around the world. "Harry... How do you feel about going to America for a couple of months at least?" The surprised smile on Harry's face told Sirius what Harry's decision was.

4th July 2010, American Independence Day Anniversary, Washington D.C., 23:50

Harry was enjoying America although he found the time difference was jarring, despite knowing about it. Azkaban had worn Sirius out and he was sleeping the night away. Harry was unable to sleep and chose to roam the streets of Washington D.C. in an effort to tire himself out. As he roamed the streets, he found himself passing a building that seemed to have recently been on fire.

"Cadmus? Is this place abandoned? Is there anyone who needs help here?" Harry asked himself aloud. He quietly called for Hedwig, who flew down from the Washington night sky and landed on a nearby brick wall. "Hey girl. I'm writing a note for Sirius telling him to come here. I'm going inside to see if there's anyone here who needs help. Follow him back here when he comes." Harry then withdrew a small piece of paper and a pen from one of his pockets.

Hedwig looked at him like Harry was mad but nevertheless did as he asked, waiting for Harry to finish writing his note for Sirius then taking it to him. "I hope I'm not worrying too much." Harry gave Hedwig the piece of paper and watched as Hedwig flew away then he took his wand out of his trousers pocket whilst putting his pen away. "Maybe I should get a wand holster at some point. Especially if Sirius recommended it." Harry asked himself. He then mentally rolled his eyes and asked himself aloud, "Why does it feel like I'm about to do something stupid?"

Leaving his thoughts regarding wand holsters and whether or not what he was about to do was a good idea to one side, Harry entered the Cadmus building, not sure of what he'd find inside, the American Independence Day celebrations still going on late into the night.

A/N- I know this chapter is a little short, especially considering some of my other, relatively recent work but, in my opinion, this chapter didn't need to be too long. The meeting between Harry and Sirius was inspired by the fantastic 'The Road Not Taken' by sbmcneil but I wasn't quite sure if that was going to be the case when I began planning this story. In fact, as far as Harry was concerned, I was not sure if I should set it before Philosopher's Stone, before Chamber of Secrets or at some point during The Prisoner of Azkaban. As you can see though, I chose to start it during the summer before Harry's third year. I've also shifted the timeline so that Harry and his friends are born in the late 90's instead of the late 70's to early 80's. As the story progresses, other events will be shifted.

Until then and with that said, I hope you have enjoyed this and please review.