Plot: Harry Potter finds himself teleported into a world where he, unfortunately, ends up getting drafted into the suicide squad, join Harry as he tries to deal with expert assassins, men in bat costume's, giant aliens, and many other things while catching the eye of a mental defective dressed as a court jester. Harry/Harley Quinn. Live-action Suicide squad mixed with some stuff from the animated films.

Scene 1:

"Listen up," Rick Flag spoke, not at all happy with Waller's decision to saddle him with a bunch of criminals, and that was clear by the tone of his voice. "you're all going to do something very bad that will more than likely get you killed, but until that happens...you're my problem. Get your gear, we're wheels up in ten." He said, looking between the misfits he was stuck with.

There was El Diablo, no hair and covered from head to toe in tattoos. The former gang leader ended up accidentally burning down his house with his wife and kids in them. He says now that he's on the straight and narrow, but Flag wasn't sure how long that would last. Still, if he cooperated then he would definitely be useful, given his fire powers.

Then there was Waylon Jones, AKA Killer Croc, a cannibal with scales for skin, razor-sharp teeth, and physically enhanced strength, healing, and durability. He looked intimidating and would be very helpful in close combat. Then there was also 'Captain Boomerang' who specialized in...yes...boomerangs. Because of course, he did. Still, he sounds about as useful as SlipKnot, the guy who can climb anything.

Then there was Deadshot, arguably the world's best assassin, apparently he's never missed a single shot in his life. Rick had seen him shoot at a couple of targets, and after that, he couldn't help but believe that particular rumor.

Then there was Harley Quinn, girlfriend of the Joker, she was a pretty woman but was surprisingly dangerous. Her skin was permanently a pale white thanks to what he believed was an intentional dip in some chemicals, she liked to dress in a way that would attract attention, sometimes even as an actual harlequin.

"You do realize that there are nicer ways to ask?" Asked the final member of the team, a black-haired and green-eyed man. All Rick knew about him was that his name was Harry Potter and that he had the ability to move things with his mind. "A please wouldn't be unappreciated, manners cost nothing."

"Lovely," Flag drawled, rolling his eyes as he did so. "now get your shit." He said before narrowing his eyes at Flag. "Remember, don't piss me off, or that small little bomb in your head will cause you a massive headache."

"Oh, because I'd be dead? Very clever." Harry nodded, sounding almost appreciative. Rick shook his head before walking off.

"Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bead." A female voice said in a Brooklyn accent, Harry turned to his left to see a very pretty woman with pale skin, looking at him. She was about an inch taller than him, she had blonde skin and several tattoos. Mischief danced in her eyes, a captivating grin on her face.

"Yeah," Harry said once he had recovered. "he is a bit of a..."

"Oh no, I meant you," She interrupted, she reached up and ran her fingers through Harry's hair. "that is the messiest pile of hair I've ever seen. How on Earth did you get it so wild?" She asked.

"I blame my father," Harry shrugged. "apparently I inherited it from him."

"Oh, is he why you're so short as well?" She asked with a grin.

"Nah, that's more to do with my guardians who took me in after my parents died."

"Oh, what did they do?"

"Oh, just used me as a slave in-between extreme neglect and abuse," Harry said casually.

"Oh, so the usual stuff then?" She asked, just as casually.

Scene 2:

"Harley, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?" Harry asked in a calm voice as he readied some ice cream for himself. "While you answer that, can you also answer me how and when you got into my apartment?" He added.

"Puddin broke up with me!" Harley admitted, tears dripping down her eyes. Harry stared at her for several long moments before he sighed and got another bowl of ice cream ready and handed it to her. "Thank you." Harley sniffed as she took the bowl.

"Don't worry, we'll prank the shit out of him later."

Scene 3:

"Oh my god!" Polka Dot Man screamed as everyone hid behind a different office space. "They got Milton!"

Bloodsport paused, a frown appeared on his face before he voiced the one thought that was in his head. "Milton was still with us?"

"Yes! Where did you think he was?" Polka asked, sounding scared yet genuinely curious.

"I thought he had gone back to the van," Bloodsport admitted. "hadn't he?"

"No, he was with us, here."

"What was Milton going to do?" Bloodsport asked in an exasperated voice.

"He was helping us!"

"Who the fuck is Milton?" Harry's voice cut into the conversation.

"What?!" Polka blurted out. "What are you..."

"I don't remember any 'Milton'," Harley's voice came next. "I don't think I've ever met a guy named Milton."

"He has been with us the entire time!" Polka shouted.

"Doing what?" Harry asked. "And who is he?!"

"Oh, was he the guy with all the teeth?" Harley asked.

"No, that was King Shark..." Harry told her. "...I think."

"Oh, was he the one with that weird helmet?"

"No, that was Peacemaker."

"Who?"

"The big guy that looks like John Cena."

"Oh, right. Well, was Milton that tall guy with the nano-tech helmet?"

"No, that would be me." Bloodsport shouted.

"Oh," Harley blinked. "well, is he that guy who shoots out polka dots?"

"THAT'S ME!" Polka Dot Man shouted.

"You're Milton?!" Harry asked.

"FUCK!"

A.N: Hi guys, I just watched Suicide Squad 2 yesterday and I loved it and it inspired me to make this for you guys, hope you enjoyed it.