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When he and Faora had been enveloped by the swirling mass of miasma from the thing which Kal-El had thrown at them, Harry didn't expect to remain conscious and unharmed at the end of whatever was supposed to happen—apparition while in proximity, much less contact, with foreign energy was unpredictable even in the best of situations, but he didn't have a choice. Contrary to his expectations, when his eyes had opened, he had been perfectly unharmed and at his intended destination. Standing up from his position in the sand, Harry looked around himself, spitting out a mouthful of sand while spotting three rather notable pyramids a few hundred feet from him. His body greedily drank in the sunlight, the radiation energizing him more than any potion ever could.
"Well Faora, we seem to hav...Faora?" He asked, a smile melting off his face as his eyes snapped to the spot Faora was supposed to be, only to find nothing but sand there. He looked all around where he was standing, able to see with perfect clarity till the horizon, his mind working impossibly fast to process everything he heard and saw. His eyes widened, the sand around him charring and rising in the air as his magic shot out of his control when he saw no sign of Faora anywhere.
"FAORA!" He screamed only to stumble back in shock when not even a second later part of the pyramid exploded in rubble and debris, the sound carrying for miles, pieces of the ancient tomb breaking and falling in slow motion because of his scream. Not really wanting to deal with the possible ramifications—the distant sound of police sirens not helping —Harry apparated back to the city he had just fought in.
He landed in the same spot from where he had departed. but his already frazzled state grew worse when he saw no signs of the havoc and destruction the three and a half Kryptonians had wrecked on the place just minutes ago. There were no destroyed skyscrapers, no destructed property, no clouds of dust in the city that was supposed to be the arena for a Kryptonian slugfest! The public was walking and talking around without a care in the world and then a horrible realization settled in his gut. Hadn't he already hopped Universes before, what was to stop him from doing so again? He went back to the last moments before his awakening. He had slowed the object Kal-El had thrown at him and when it had still detonated around him and Faora, he had tried apparating from the blackness that had surrounded them. He might have aimed to send them back to Phantom Zone, only for the temporal and spatial magic to disrupt the dimensional rift and send him across space and time.
"But where is Faora?" He asked himself, his eyes looking at the people around him before finding a teenager sitting at a bench, his eyes staring off into nothing as he listened to music.
With a single thought, he cloaked himself using the Invisibility Cloak fused to his soul, not even a sound escaping him as he moved towards the teen and stared into his eyes. With precision born from years of usage Hary dove into the kid's mind and within five minutes had the necessary information to survive and live in this world for the moment.
He was in Metropolis, USA and strangely, there was no hint of any unnatural or abnormal thing ever happening across the world or if there was, then the teen was unaware of any such thing. He had just withdrawn from the kid's mind when a scream caught his attention. He turned towards the source, only to hear multiple gasps and screams as everyone pointed towards the jumbotron installed upon one of the buildings. He cursed as he saw the destruction of the pyramid being replayed upon the screen, and then he cursed himself once more for not repairing the structure when he had been there.
Apparating into the upper atmosphere, Harry looked down at the city below him, his thoughts running in wild directions regarding what could have caused Faora to vanish from his arms. He closed his eyes and tried locating her, but she was nowhere to be found, his shoulders slumped as he realized that she had vanished from this earth. His mind calmed somewhat when he shakily reached to his connection with the Resurrection Stone and tried summoning Faora's soul, only for nothing to happen at all. Sighing in relief, Harry was about to apparate towards London but he was caught off guard when looked down...and saw skeletons walking the roads in place of humans. His eyes widened at the sight and suddenly, there were humans on the roads again, only they were walking naked. His eyes instinctively zeroed upon a woman, something black sticking out of her ass catching his attention amongst the grey of the road and the natural skin colors of the humans.
He immediately averted his eyes, a blush rising through his body at the sight of the...well, the sight. He was no stranger to sex toys, but it had been a long time since he had seen one, let alone a woman using it in public. Unbidden, memories of his first and only time with Faora came to his mind, her moans and gasps of pleasure as the parseltongue had done its magic, her groans as he had held her on the precipice of orgasm for more time than they had cared to know. Her fingers scratching his back as he had taken her, both of them profusing their love for each other as they had lost themselves to ecstasy. He had even managed to extract a promise of them tryin-, he shook his head and looked down toward the newly arisen problem, his eyes suddenly making him see his dick past the suit he wore.
Swearing loudly, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on stopping his eyes from looking past the objects and to behave normally, recognizing this as one of the powers Kryptonians gained under a yellow sun's radiation.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was back to normal and he breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't find himself looking through the clothes of anyone. As much as he had enjoyed the view of some, others he didn't particularly care to see and beyond that, it was an invasion of the people's privacy. A sigh escaped him at the situation he found himself in before he felt his stomach rumble in hunger. Deciding to find himself a place to live and to establish an identity later, Harry first summoned a coin purse to his hand and removed every bit of currency he could find in it. His eyes traced over every inch of the dollars and cents before he stuffed the money back and banished the purse to where it came from. Conjuring the money he had just held in his hands, Harry floated down to the ground and removed his invisibility. Spotting a place selling burgers, Harry quickly purchased himself ten of those and ate it all in front of the gaping stall keeper as well as the customers before he walked into the crowd and vanished, apparating directly to the location of where Potter Manor had been in his original universe.
Of all the unusual and unexpected things Diana had seen in her long life, finding her bracelets rotating in the air —in the sanctity of her own home—was definitely amongst the top three. She immediately walked towards them and snatched them out of the air. Putting them on the table in front of her, She whipped her hand outwards, the lasso of truth unfolding from within the folds of her coat and reaching the far end of the room before she whipped it around once in a circle. She felt the lasso touch something and saw it wrap itself around it before she pulled it towards herself with a fraction of her strength. A mistake, she realized as instead of the shape being pulled towards her, the lasso just tightened around the figure and caused it to jerk from the sudden movement, however that was her downfall as she wasn't expecting such resistance so she never braced herself. That and the figure was much stronger than one would expect regardless, so when it jerked, it pulled the laso, as well as her who was still holding tightly onto eyes narrowed before she used the momentum of her airborne body and flipped sidewards at the last moment, lashing out with a kick to the assailant's head. She felt him move beneath her, his movements as fast as hers before a crushing blow connected to her ribs.
'That is a powerful punch', Diana thought as she was almost sent through the ceiling of her apartment, only the lasso wrapped around the invisible person preventing him from going through. Her anger grew quickly, the already horrible day adding to her well-justified temper, she pushed down from the ceiling hard enough to crack it. A split second later she slammed into the intruder, sending them both to the floor and when they were rolling, Diana found herself staring at shining emerald eyes, the irises glowing as if magic. Despite her being taken off guard by those beautiful eyes, she realised that her intruder was also a man and this only served to infuriate her even more. The man was wrapped up in her lasso, his wrists and legs bound together expertly and she looked down at him almost smugly. However, she was confused when he seemed to grow red in the face—Were his lungs not functioning properly, or was her weight too much for this man?
"Can you please get up?" He gasped out, his eyes wide as he looked at her face.
"He better not be calling me fat," she thought angrily.
"Why would you want me to get up? You broke into my home and are not human, so why should I giv-", her furious tirade was cut off when she felt something poking her ass through the office skirt she wore. Her incredulous and angry gaze turned towards the man beneath her, the man who had the sheer audacity...to fucking poke her ass with his penis!
"You are dead," she whispered and unknown to her, her blue eyes shone with a small amount of electric discharge, stunning Harry further into a mixture of fear and excitement before he remembered his situation. As Diana raised her fist to completely pulp the man's head, she was taken off-guard when the man raised his legs and hooked his knees around her neck, pressing her flat against him and removing any chance or avenue of attack at the same time. Of course to the enraged Amazonian princess, this was nothing else but a way for the disgusting man to press even more of her body against his form. Growling, She pressed her shoulder into his neck, intent on snapping it with nothing more than a single press. She was proven wrong when despite putting all the force she could in this position, she wasn't able to so much as to cause the man difficulty in breathing. Before she could try anything else, the man flipped to the side, causing her to land on her back and below him.
The next instant he spun around swiftly, her demigod eyes allowing to track his movements as he disentangled himself from Hestia's lasso using her tight grip against her. As she stood up to slam her fist through his chest, the man disappeared without a sound from her apartment, the only sign of him being here in the first place being a cracked ceiling, two broken tables, and the atomic red state of her face.
A scream rang out from within her home, with sounds of things being broken coming from there long afterward as Diana vented her anger on anything around her. That night as she went to sleep, she swore vengeance on the emerald-eyed man upon the name of Artemis and Hera herself.
Taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart, Harry sat on the top of Mt. Everest as he looked at the sun overhead. The serenity of the snow-capped mountains and the clouds drifting around him were helping in making him forget the situation he had just escaped.
Earlier, he had looked around the planet for magical sites he had known about, Potter Manor, Hogwarts Castle and the other major schools of magic, as well as other ancient sites like the island fortress of Azkaban, the Battlefield of Britannia and the Library of Alexandria but to no avail. There was not a single sign of magic being used in these places. He had tried the most powerful revealing spells he knew, but there had been nothing to be found.
After that he had decided to visit the most powerful magical signature he could sense around him and it had taken him to a huge apartment complex in New York. He had traced the truly monstrous amounts of magic to the second house from the top, a penthouse by the looks of it before he had apparated inside it.
It had taken him more time than he liked to find the source of the magical energy, the objects hidden in such a way that anyone searching for them would have to solve a puzzle as well as enter a password using Ancient Greek runes. When he had brute-forced the magical safe open, two vambraces had been revealed to him in all their glory. He had been stunned by their beauty, the barely glowing metal giving off more magic than the Sword of Godric Gryffindor ever did. Wary of any curses put upon them, Harry had levitated them out of the safe and examined them from all angles, his eyes tracing over the Greek letters carved into it. He had started to look at the surface inside of the vambraces when a woman entered the house.
His eyes had taken in her high cheekbones, the sharp, defined features, and the blazing blue eyes within a moment before he started to move away from her, not wanting to apparate this close to the very magical woman due to him not knowing her abilities. He had just been at the window when she had whipped out a glowing rope and bound him with it within moments. And as if some sort of perverted deity had been looking at him at that moment, the ensuing tussle nearly ensured that they had ended up tied up together.
And of course, he had to find the thought of a strong woman keeping him pinned down arousing—curse his time with Faora!—and then the devastatingly beautiful woman didn't help matters by pressing her butt directly against his manhood, her skirt doing nothing to hide the fullness and firmness of her derrière. He had hightailed from her penthouse after that, knowing that despite his newfound physical abilities and his vast magical power, that Greek Woman would have killed him then and there if given a single opportunity. He looked down at his hand at the name tag he had snatched from her coat when he had been flipping them over.
"Diana Prince," he whispered as he stood up and apparated back to America, his next destination, someone who could create an I.D for him.
Several Months Later, New York
Harry Potter, a worker at the McDonald's in a LuthorCorp Mall, hummed a tune as he arranged a burger for the last customer of the day. Wrapping it up and putting it beside the fries she had ordered, Harry moved towards the table. He checked the time on his way there and sighed internally at the 11:00 PM it showed. Placing the tray in front of her distractedly, Harry started to move back towards the counter, intent on cleaning up the place and supplies before going home, a small place he had built on the edges of the city after buying some land. His identification had been easy to create, a bunch of confundus and a series of conjurations, and Harry Potter was a citizen of the USA, who had studied in the UK due to his paternal relations being based there.
Truthfully speaking, it wasn't as if he loved working here, but after laying about in his home for a few months and doing nothing, he had gotten bored out of his mind. None of his old hobbies could be worked out in this world and the less said about Riddle's hobbies, the better. Therefore, he had one day decided to try out every kind of job for a fixed period of time each, if he liked it then good, if not then he would simply move on to the next one. By now, he had worked as a mechanic and a deliveryman and when he had found himself getting bored there, he had switched over to his current occupation—which wasn't also going to last long.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard something sliding against metal. He turned around and brought his hand up automatically to divert the dagger thrust towards his neck to his right and moved into a spin, his right leg sweeping low to the ground to bring the crazed woman down on the ground. It was when he was completing his spin that he caught the sight of a glint coming from the woman's forearms. His eyes shot up in his hairline even as he scrambled back to avoid the boot which came down on the floor, splintering the wooden flooring. Jumping to his feet Harry shot a mild glare at the CCTV on the ceiling before he punched at the woman's chest. A solid clang rang out in the room as his fists impacted the now revealed vambraces on the woman's forearms, a shockwave erupting from the point of contact, shattering the glass panes and the floor below them with the camera falling to the floor in a shower of sparks.
His eyes widened in recognition as leaped back to avoid the knee aimed at his groin and raised his hand, freezing the woman in her tracks. A snap of his fingers later, everything in the shop was repaired and the woman was floated down to a chair. He waves his hand towards her and wispy threads of green coiled around her hands and feet, binding her with enough strength to restrain a fully-grown dragon. Before she could break the bonds, Harry moved outside with his super-speed and removed the memories of the commotion from the guards who had run towards the store.
Coming back inside, Harry grabbed the woman who had nearly escaped her bindings and locked the store before apparating away to the small island he had found in the Pacific a year ago, the wards around it powerful enough to prevent any satellites or magical from spotting and locating it. He dropped her on the ground and flew up into the air, his hands folded across his chest as he summoned the Kryptonian undersuit he owned, the alien material now enhanced and strengthened by the numerous runes carved into it.
"You filthy animal! Where have you brought me?" The woman, Diana Prince, screamed as she stood up, the magical bindings snapping off in a fizzle of sparks as she glared at him. She slammed a foot on the ground and jumped towards him, her fist cocked back for a punch. Sighing audibly, Harry just pointed a finger at her and banished her straight back into the rocks before freezing her from below the neck. He had only opened his mouth to speak before the same fiery whip from before wrapped around his leg and brought him down towards the smirking woman. He crashed into the rocks, shattering them into dust instantly before he flipped backward and stood up completely unharmed.
"Will you bloody well stop hitting me for a second?" He asked, his tone more exasperated than angry as he looked at Diana.
"Why should I, you thief? You broke into my home, laid eyes on the treasure which wasn't yours to see, and then you had the gall to poke me with your manhood! I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta and Zeus! I will kill y-", her angry tirade was broken off when a gigantic lightning bolt slammed into her and the whole world turned blue for a second.
"You seem like a genuine article," Harry said when Diana emerged unharmed from the mother of all thunderbolts he had thrown at her, her skin crackling with electricity jumping around and her blue eyes glowing a cyan-white color. Her clothes were burned off, with only her vambraces and armor upon her person, the red and gold metal plates covering nothing more than her modesty, and that too barely.
Growling loudly, She shot all of that power flowing through her at him, the blue thunder turning white as it streaked towards him within a blink of an eye, only for him to conjure a metal pole ten feet ahead of himself, grounding every spark of that roaring column of thunder. This time, he used all of his power in binding her arms and legs, knowing that anything else will wither away from her strength in moments. He dropped to the ground, more tired than he has ever been in many years, as sweat dripped down his brow and he panted heavily. On the other hand, Diana tried her very best to break the invisible shackles caging her, but her superhuman strength and magical resistance did nothing to help her in the face of Harry's full magical power and will.
"Now that you have got your aggression out of your system, can we talk like adults, or do I need to keep you silenced and muzzled permanently?" He asked as he stood up on shaky legs and slowly walked towards the demigoddess bound in front of him. Receiving a nod from her, Harry removed the magical bindings and conjured a pair of chairs and a table for them to sit down, with a giant umbrella shielding them from the sunlight. Diana tentatively sat down on the chair, her muscles visibly tense as if expecting a trap. As she sat down and looked at him, Harry did the same for her, his eyes tracing over her very revealing armor that left her arms and legs completely bare; her long legs and muscled thighs leading up to wide hips and a thin waist. Her corset-style armor left a lot of her cleavage out, 'Or maybe that wasn't the fault of the armor but due to the size of her breasts?' Harry thought to himself. Her black hair flowed down till her mid back, the silky strands slightly wavy in their nature.
"Why do you keep attacking me?" He asked finally after a few moments of silence, his eyes pinning the Amazon under a heavy stare. She looked affronted for some reason before she spoke.
"Because you broke into my home, tried to steal my bracelets for your mistress and I cannot accept that."
"Mistress?" He asked, utterly confused.
"Yes," Diana bobbed her head. "You work for Circe, that is why you have such great power. I have fought some of her minions over the years and every time many humans have died due to that-"
"So this time you decided to do a pre-emptive strike?" Harry interrupted, rubbing his face as he tried to make sense of the utterly nonsense situation.
"Yes?" Diana responded, her tone hesitant as she took in the frustrated and incredulous expression on his face.
'What the fuck?' He groaned internally before speaking, "Princess Diana, first of all, I am no minion or even an acquaintance of this 'Circe'. All those months ago I broke into your home simply to examine the source of the great amount of magic I could sense, thus finding your bracelets. It was never my intention to steal them."
"Oh."
"Indeed, and probably more importantly I deeply apologize for both breaking into your home as well as teleporting you to this island without your permission, but I didn't want a fight to break out between us with humans around us." He said, bowing his head a little at the end. He had intended to end his apology there but he remembered something Diana had listed as part of her grievances against him. "Also about my 'assault' on you, that was honestly because I am a healthy male and you are an exceptionally beautiful woman and I have a preference, I suppose, of powerful women. I would never intentionally lay my hands, or other things, on a woman without her permission." Diana sat silent for a few moments, her eyes scrutinizing him from top to bottom, making him somewhat uncomfortable before she smiled widely and nodded.
"I accept your apology sorcerer, and I apologize too for my rash actions and presumptions which led to hostility between us." Waving off her apology, Harry stood up and vanished the chairs, table and umbrella before extending his elbow towards the princess.
"Well then, let's get you back to your penthouse now. Or would you prefer dinner, yours seems like it got interrupted. I'll treat as an addition to my apology"
Diana thought about it for a moment before responding, "I thank you for your offer but I will be fine. I really shouldn't be eating that terrible food anyway, it's just something of a guilty pleasure of mine."
She rose gracefully and laced her hand through his elbow before flashing him a smile that nearly made him blush before he apparated them to her penthouse. After they materialized there, she told him to sit on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. His eyes tracked her swaying hips as she moved till she went past the reach of his vision.
He hung his head slightly, knowing that it was a betrayal to Faora for him to be thinking of Diana like this, but ever since that day in this very penthouse, the now revealed Princess had occupied his thoughts as frequently as Faora had...and he was afraid of what that meant. His thoughts on the Amazonian beauty were even more derailed when she returned with a steaming cup of coffee and a change of wardrobe, the short bathrobe doing nothing at all to hide either the long bronze, toned legs or the voluptuous figure of the demigoddess.
"So, what is your name?" She asked, looking at him with curiosity.
"Harry Potter."
"Why are you still in New York?" She asked, her eyes tracing his arms and chest, the defined muscles and the handsome face catching her attention even as Harry responded.
"Well after I got out of your penthouse, I got myself an ID and citizenship of America and then settled down here. Got me a job in McDonald's where you found me today, built a home just outside the city, and now here we are."
"Why would you need an ID and citizenship?" She asked, her whole posture screaming in distrust and tension once again as she brought out her hand from behind her, a beautiful longsword gripped tightly in her fingers. Even without looking at it he could tell that the metal was magical and more dangerous than anything the goblins had ever created, and could kill him easily, so he decided to tell the truth.
"I am not from this world."
The sound of her sword moving through the air to rest against his throat came only after he felt it slightly pierce his skin.
"Excuse me, but what the fuck?"