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Harry Potter and the Power of Oa
By: Bluminous
A/N: I don’t own Harry Potter or DC comics.
“True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read.”
- Pliny the Elder (from Civilizations)
Chapter 24: Yule Ball
November 24, Beauxbatons, France
“You must be the parents of Harry, I am pleased to meet you. I am his Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall” The Deputy Headmistress approached the family that was seated in one of the semi circular benches in the gardens of Beauxbatons.
Bruce turned and immediately shook Harry’s favorite teacher in Hogwarts. “Yes, and I have to say I’m pleased to finally meet the famous Minerva McGonagall, Harry speaks most highly of you.” Bruce said.
“Oh, he did say that?” Minerva blushed. To be praised by one gifted student was heartwarming.
“Yes, he mentioned that you were largely responsible for his interest in pursuing a mastery of the subject.” Bruce smiled. “Please seat with us. This is my wife, Diana Wayne.”
Minerva shook the hand of the beautiful black haired woman and smiled. “You must be very proud of your son, he has been chosen to represent Hogwarts, and Britain.”
“We are.” Diana smiled. “What do we owe the pleasure of your company Professor McGonagall?”
“Please call me Minerva. I was just curious to meet Harry’s family, and I wanted to inform you of some plans I have regarding your son’s education. Where is your son by the way? He must hear this too.” Minerva replied.
“He is giving a tour of the gardens to his baby sister and… fiancé is it?... I’m afraid the customs of the Human and magical world are very different.” Bruce replied.
“Betrothed? Young Harry has given a ring in promise for a marriage?” Minerva gasped aloud. She never knew the Hogwarts Champion had chosen a life long partner this early, usually it was the sixth year students that entered betrothal contracts. The pureblood extremists however were the exception as they immediately negotiate for contracts even if their son or daughter was only a year old.
“Yes... to his long time childhood friend. Here they are now. Harry!” Bruce called out to his son when he spotted him giving a tour to his sister and friends.
Harry spotted his dad calling him and headed towards the bench while Astraea hugged her brother’s neck, holding a lovely blue flower in her small fingers. Zatanna and Kara followed him with Hermione and Daphne bringing up the rear.
“MA!” Astraea showed the flower she picked to her mother, and Diana beamed and took the flower from her daughter’s hands.
“This is beautiful! Where did you…” Diana trailed off as she looked closely at her baby daughter’s hair. It was filled with small flowers of various shades of blue and pink. She turned to her eldest and asked for an explanation. “Harry?”
“She kept on lunging after them mum, so I put some in her hair. She seems to like it.” Harry replied.
“Fine… I hope the school will not get mad. These are rare and beautiful flowers…” Diana turned to an amused professor. “Forgive the interruption… this is my daughter, Astraea Wayne.”
“She’s beautiful! How old is she?” Minerva stood up and walked closer to the baby. Harry’s smile got wider when the strict Transfiguration teacher started making faces and talking in baby lingo for his sister’s amusement. He was reminded of his grandmother who also doted on Themyscira’s newest princess.
“Peek a boo! I see you!” Minerva removed her hands that covered her eyes as she played ‘peek a boo’ with a giggling baby girl. She just loved babies and she rarely saw them as the pureblood witches and wizards tend to keep their offspring in their manors. They will only bring their scions and heirs to the public once they were four, through lavish parties to welcome the latest noble to join the wizarding world.
“Professor?” Harry asked his voice laced with amusement as he tried to get his professor’s attention.
Minerva’s eyes widened and she looked up and saw the amused face of Harry Wayne, and then she just realized that the arms supporting the cute baby belonged to her student.
“I’m… sorry Mr. Wayne… uhmm I got carried away.” Minerva blushed. “Your sister is very adorable.” She looked up and was surprised at the very warm and caring smile Harry Wayne was giving her.
“You don’t have to say sorry professor, my sister has that effect on everyone she meets.” Harry said. He placed his little sister to their mother’s hands and stepped back beside Kara and faced the three adults.
“You must have met my Mom and Dad.” Harry said as he locked fingers with his girlfriend and betrothed. “Kara, Zatanna, this is my professor, Transfiguration Mistress Minerva McGonagall, and this is my betrothed Kara Kent, while the woman beside Hermione and Daphne is my primary Magical Tutor before iHogwarts, Zatanna”
“A pleasure to meet both of you.” Minerva nodded to the two ladies who in turn nodded back. “And congratulations on the betrothal. You of course will be Mr. Wayne’s date in the Yule ball?” Minerva asked the stunning young woman. Harry Wayne had good taste.
“Yes Mam. He had just asked me to attend, and I'm eager to be with him and dance. And thank you for watching out for my Harry here.” Kara smiled.
“It is my job Ms. Kent, and a pleasure.” Minerva replied and turned back to Bruce and Diana. “Now, the reason I am here, is to offer your son an advance program for Transfiguration, he will be required to give a demonstration of his knowledge and capabilities in front of my peers, and if he passes, he can take both his OWLS and NEWTS this summer.”
“I don’t know about this… Harry what do you think?” Bruce asked for his son’s opinion.
“It will be nice to take both exams next year, giving me more time to pursue independent studies… but… can Hermione and Daphne apply for the program too? I mean they are really good too…” Harry said.
“Harry, you know we want to… but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Hermione stepped in.
“Why not? You’re as good as me! You can cast non-verbally, and know all the spells in the books.” Harry replied.
“It’s not just about by the book Harry… it’s the essence of Transfiguration as a subject. Those transfigured wyrens you did? I can’t do that. Perhaps I can pass the owls but definitely not the Newts… not yet.” Hermione replied.
“Well I did add and modify the spell a bit.” Harry admitted.
“I can see Ms. Granger’s point and let me explain it to you Harry.” Minerva said. “What you did in the task, and your performance in Madame Giselle’s class shows you are already qualified for Newts. Do you know why they are called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests?”
“It was originally a nick name made by wizards and witches who took the exams hundreds of years ago. The Newts were used to be called Advance Application of Sorcery, but well the ministry back then didn’t think much about Acronyms.” Harry replied, grinning. The original name was funny though.
“Correct, five points to…” Minerva trailed off, as she realized that the contingent were not allowed to gain and earn points while off campus. “…to Astraea, for being an extremely cute baby.”
Said baby looked up from her mother’s arms as she heard her name, and babbleded incoherent words as she looked at the Green Robed Woman.
Everyone grinned and shared smiles and ignored the Transfiguration Mistress’ slip.
Minerva continued. “As I was saying, you are correct Mr. Wayne. What makes the Newt exam challenging is the demands the examiners ask of you. Students come to the Newts prepared with standard seventh year book spells memorized in their heads and come out crying when they fail.”
Minerva smiled when she saw the three students’ shocked expressions and continued. “They fail because they cannot improvise… the Newts examiners ask you to make the spells your own. They want to see your own trademark, the flair just like what you did with the transfiguration spell on the first task.”
“I get it…” Harry said. He looked at his family and finally asked Hermione and Daphne. “What do you think?”
“I think you should seize the opportunity Harry, to be accepted in an accelerated program in Transfiguration is very rare.” Hermione said.
“And once you finish the newt, you can help us in our Transfiguration spells and prepare us for the Owls and Newts. Go for it Harry.” Daphne added.
“Alright then… I’ll accept the program, Professor McGonagall.” Harry said and turned to Hermione and Daphne.
"Thanks for the support, Hermione, Daphne." Harry said as he hugged his best friends, and who in turn hugged him back. After a few moments they released each other and smiled at each other.
“Excellent!” Minerva said. “I will arrange for your test with the Wizarding examination authority, and talk to the Headmaster about this.”
“Professor, I was wondering about that… why did the Headmaster give Harry eight points? He was the Hogwarts champion!” Hermione said. "Couldn't he have shown a little partiality to his own Champion like Headmistress Olympe of Beauxbatons and Highmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang?
“Drop it Hermione, it’s his prerogative to do that. As long as the people who matters to me know I did my best.” Harry replied and gave a meaningful glance to his professor.
Minerva’s eyes watered slightly at the hidden meaning in Harry's words, he was not holding grudges for getting a lower score. “You have the heart of the champion Harry.” Minerva said. “Now, I have more duties to perform, thank you for accommodating my presence.”
The Transfiguration professor said her farewell, but not before stealing a kiss on Astraea’s head and transfiguring her hanky as a stuffed toy for the baby.
“That’s a cool teacher.” Kara said as they watched the tall and stern professor walk across the lawn towards the dragon.
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SLAM!
“What the hell is wrong with you Albus?” Minerva loudly slammed the door shut when she entered Albus’ office.
“Pardon?” Dumbledore asked as he looked at his Deputy Headmistress with confusion.
“Do not act innocent!! Why did you give the Hogwarts champion a lousy eight?” Minerva asked incredulously. “Mr. Wayne’s performance rightfully deserves a ten!”
Albus continued writing. “I simply called it as I see it Minerva… I found Mr. Wayne’s acrobatics a bit flashy. A Hogwarts Champion, is humble, simple and…”
“… incompetent?” Minerva growled. “I can see what you are doing Albus… you are jealous… jealous that someone stole your favorite’s thunder… and made to look like a fool... a coward. You wanted Neville to be the Hogwarts champion didn’t you?... didn’t you!?”
“Do not presume to judge me Minerva! I see clearly that you have given special attention to Mr. Wayne in classes!” Albus snapped.
“…As he rightly deserves. He is past seventh year in Transfiguration and Charms… and he did it on HIS OWN.” Minerva bared her teeth. “Can Neville claim that?”
Albus Dumbledore refused to answer and just continued reading reports from Alastor Moody about the state of things in Hogwarts. It appeared to be going well back at Scotland, there was the usual fight, the rivalries and detentions. Overall a normal school year so far.
Minerva McGonagall paced the office, stalking like an angry cat. “You’re planning something… I can sense it. I’m not blind Albus… and I certainly am not stupid! You have CHEATED… you violated your oath as a teacher when Longbottom took credit for what is not his due! You helped him in the tournament!”
“He needed it.” Albus said. “And I will remind you Minerva that I am headmaster and not you.”
Minerva sniffed and turned around. “This is not over. I will talk to the Governors if this continues on.”
SLAM!
The office door shut violently and Albus relaxed. He was expecting that from his Deputy Headmistress ever since he gave out an eight to his own Champion. He smiled in relief, it was not as bad as he feared as only the door to his office was broken. He thought he would have to replace a desk. The Headmaster popped a lemon drop and planned for Neville’s second task and absently chucked the wrapper outside the window. He was not on his own school anyway.
The wrapper fell down past a figure in black clothes. The figure frowned… he thought that Neville’s performance was admirable… but when he learned that it was not Neville who planned it all along, his respect for the boy diminished.
It was cheating, like using someone’s work and adding your name and passing it as your own. Despicable. Who were they trying to fool? Only the weak minded, and the ignorant were fooled by such an act of duplicity, but not him.
He felt sorry for Longbottom though, it was obvious that he was blatantly manipulated and controlled by the Headmaster. He didn’t like using other people for their own selfish gained and decided to find a way to expose the Headmaster.
Harry jumped from the Stone Dragon’s body and headed towards the Britain ministry representatives’ quarters that transported the Goblet from London to Marseille. He determined from the security precautions that the most likely tampering would have happened during the transport.
He vanished into the shadows, and silently climbed the window to the restricted section of Beauxbatons, those reserved for Dignitaries and VIPs. Harry Wayne was on the hunt.
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December 5, San Francisco, California
Robin jumped through the rafters of the old warehouse, and observed the latest criminal gang that had moved in to the San Francisco docks. The gangs were planning heists in simultaneous places to confuse the authorities and increase their chances of success.
Robin moved to another beam and listened carefully, recording the gang’s conversations. There were around twenty men in all, and they seemed organized. After a few more minutes, the meeting ended and the gang all left in their respective cars and as they left the warehouse they shut the lights to bath again in darkness.
Robin took out his night vision goggles to see if the gang left behind anything that can be used for evidence. He gazed through the goggles and looked around, and when he looked to his side he nearly fell off the beams as he saw a dark figure sitting beside him.
The figure turned to him and said “Hey Robin”
“Harry! You scared the living shit out of me! When did you get here?” Robin asked after he controlled the rampant beating of his heart. He never even noticed his friend arrive.
“A few minutes back when the gang leader arrived to give some instructions. It looks like they’re planning simultaneous heists all over the city. You look so intense so I decided to keep quiet.” Harry said through the featureless black mask he wore.
“Anyway…” Harry removed his black mask and smiled at Robin. “I need a big favor…
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Titans Tower
A bright flash of green energies materialized in the kitchen and Robin and Harry stepped through the portal.
“NO! Harry I mean it.” Robin stalked through the corridors as his cape fluttered behind him. “Do you realize the ribbing I’ll get from Cyborg and Beast boy? They’ll make a big issue with it with Starfire!”
“C’mon Tim…” Harry persisted, and when he saw Robin’s reluctant face, he decided to pull out his ace.
“Hey Tim, do you remember when I saved you from those rabid fan girls? I still have the photos of your skinny white butt while those girls…”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll do it! Keep quiet, Beast boy might hear us!” Robin blushed in embarrassment and he immediately clamped down on Harry’s mouth to prevent him from elaborating further. It wasn’t his fault! Who knew the fans in Japan were so aggressive? Since then he wore a tighter belt.
Harry nodded and Robin continued walking towards the garden outside the building where Cyborg was grilling barbeque for lunch. “When is this again?” Robin asked.
“Yule Ball at France, and your date’s nice… she’s my best friend. Hermione” Harry replied.
“That girl Batman wants to recruit? She sounds alright… but…” Robin looked around to make sure they were alone and then leaned forward and whispered to Harry’s ear. “What about Starfire?”
“Oh” Harry grinned. It seems Tim was following his father’s strategy towards getting the girl, by pining from a distance. “Don’t worry Tim, this date’s strictly on a friendly basis, that way things won’t get awkward. I’ll talk to Starfire don’t worry.”
“How will you talk to her?” Robin asked.
“Simple, I’ll cook dinner for her tonight… she can’t resist my swordfish steak.” Harry joked.
Robin smirked. Harry’s Swordfish Steak was Starfire’s favorite dish in the world, and once full of the juicy goodness, that would place her in good mood when Harry tells her that Robin’s going out for a friendly date. Genius.
“Why don’t you ask her out already?” Harry asked, as he saw the rest of teen titans goofing around, even Raven who mutated the carrots to chase beast boy.
“Well… I’m afraid it might interfere with our relationship as team mates.” Robin said as he eyed Starfire eagerly looking over the grill as the chickens cooked.
“Isn’t that decision for the both of you to decide? I mean look at my mum and dad… they made it work out.” Harry replied as they followed the path to the garden. “Although it took them nearly eight years to admit their feelings. I hope you don’t wait that long Tim.”
“You have a point… fine I’ll do it soon!” Robin relented. “Do you want some company later when you shop for ingredients?”
“That will be great, thanks.” Harry smiled in appreciation and then suddenly he laughed out loud when he saw the Titans. “Sounds like I need to teach you to cook too, You are going to need it in the future.”
Robin looked at where Harry was pointing at and he suppressed a grin. Starfire’s face was full of soot, as the chicken pieces in the grill burned. Cyborg rushed and poured water from a hose, soaking Starfire and their lunch.
“Can you also cook lunch for us?” Robin asked.
“Nah, let’s order pizza.” Harry said as he tossed his phone to Robin giving him the hint to order.
“Hey I need my unhealthy meals once in a while too!” Harry defended himself from the look Robin was giving him.
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Gotham Manor
“Well? Was your mission a success?” Kara asked as she sat in Harry’s bed. She patted the spot beside her and Harry got the hint and jumped on the bed, taking his girlfriend down with him. Kara laughed and pushed Harry away as her boyfriend used her shirt to dry his wet hair.
“It is… I got the two dates for the girls.” Harry replied as Kara combed his wet hair with her fingers.
“So Garth accepted?” Kara asked.
“Yeah he did. I met him while he was saving those whales from poachers.” Harry replied. “And Tim said yes after some persuading.”
“Good, I wanted Daphne and Hermione to enjoy the Yule ball. I can’t wait to see their faces when they see Robin and Aqualad as their dates! Now about my dress… what color do you think will suit me?” Kara asked.
“Hmmm Silver? Or gray and silver? A neutral color would go great with the suit Mom got for me.” Harry replied.
“Exactly what I was thinking. Let’s go!” Kara jumped off the bed and tugged on her boyfriend to stand up.
“Where?” Harry asked hesitantly, he wanted to cuddle some more.
“Shopping!” Kara said eagerly. She frowned when Harry burrowed deeper into the covers and decided to take action, it wouldn’t do to waste valuable shopping time. Kara manhandled her boyfriend, and carried the Wayne Heir and threw him on top of her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
“Resistance is futile honey” Kara grinned as she patted his butt as she moved out of the room.
Harry grumbled and lightly pinched his girlfriend’s butt making her jump.
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December 24, Beauxbaton Grand Garden
“Do you see him?” Hermione asked as she looked around the crowd.
“Relax Hermione, he’ll be here.” Daphne said as she absently smoothed down her skirt. She was wearing a lovely white dress with silver accents, enhancing her delicate curves and slim build. Her friend Hermione had chosen a gorgeous blue dress that went well with her styled up brown hair.
“But it’s nearly six!” Hermione fretted and Daphne sighed. She knew why her friend was like this, she was nervous and ranting always eased the tension.
“It’s a quarter to six.” Daphne reminded her. “It’s still early… come on let’s sit down first. These heels are gorgeous, but impractical.”
“I know, we just need to get used to it. I wonder our dates will be?” Hermione wondered.
“Hermione… ” Daphne grabbed her friends arm and squeezed it tightly.
“Ouch! Watch the grip Daph!” Hermione turned to her best friend but stopped when she saw Daphne’s expression. “Daph?” Hermione asked.
Daphne did not answer but she grabbed her friend’s chin and forced her friend’s face to the direction at where she was looking.
“Oh wow.” Hermione said weakly.
Harry Wayne walked through the cobblestone path wearing a handsome charcoal gray suit with a gorgeous young woman at his arm. Two young men walked behind the couple, themselves looking like a million bucks and some of the girls with dates took a second look at the newly arrived party. Harry noticed Hermione and Daphne and he led Kara and friends to the stunned friends.
“Hermione, this is Tim Drake and Garth of Poseidonius, Tim, this is your date Hermione Granger, and Garth this is Daphne Greengrass.” Harry introduced the foursome to each other. Hermione gasped when she recognized the names and smiled at Tim and Garth.
“Hi Hermione! I heard so much from Bruce about you. Shall we?” Tim offered his arm and Hermione beamed and took it.
“Lovely to meet you.” Garth said as he copied his friend’s actions. “I am curious about the magical world, we have our own magics where I come from, and Harry said you will be an excellent date to explain the differences.”
“Same here, I’m sure we will have the opportunity to do so later. And thank you for being my date for tonight.” Daphne said.
The three couples headed towards the reception area and registered amidst the stares of many students and press. Hermione and Daphne grinned at each other, it looked they will have fun with their dates tonight. Hermione knew all about the new Robin, Tim Drake, and it looked like Garth was very friendly and open. It would not be uncomfortable for all and Hermione gave a smile to Harry to thank him.
“Very classy, and I like that they made the ball outdoors.” Harry said as he led Kara through the crowd to find an empty table. Whispers and fingers pointed at them, but Harry and Kara were used to this and took the attention upon them gracefully.
“Yeah. And it’s a great night too, very romantic.” Kara replied. The three couples finally found a table for ten and sat down.
“I’m surprised they didn’t give the Champions special introductions.” Hermione observed. She smiled gratefully at Tim as the boy pulled her seat for her.
“The ball is for the honor of the Tournament, not just the champions. Giving us special treatment might alienate everyone else. It’s a good step.” Harry said as he seated Kara. “The program said that the champions will be give introductions before the start of dinner, and that’s it.”
“It makes sense too. The Tournament is organized in the first place to increase International Magical cooperation, tonight has no place for rivalries.” Daphne observed.
The three couples eagerly talked to each other, and soon the occupants were laughing and joking at the relaxed environment in the table. The tables started filling up with students and their dates and that prompted Madame Maxime to begin the ball.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to the Yule Ball! The Ball is meant to foster and encourage friendships and cooperation between schools. But first, let me acknowledge the presence of our Champions.” Madame Olympe said as she took out a paper handed to her by a staff from the registration table.
“Let us welcome Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour, Champion of Beuxbatons Cademy of Magic and her date. Monsieur Viktor Krum, Champion of Dursmtrang Institute of Magic.” Madame Olympe said.
The two mentioned couples stood up from a few tabled down from Harry’s party and the crowd applauded their presence as whispers about the two dating began to bubble. By tomorrow, a new love team will be on the papers, Harry was sure of that.
“Let us Welcome Monsieur Harry Wayne and his date…” Olympe looked closer and resumed speaking. “…and his date and betrothed Mademoiselle Kara Kent.”
Harry and Kara stood up as applause from the crowd welcomed their presence although Harry could see some shocked faces in the crowds.
“He’s already betrothed? ”
“This is horrible!”
“I thought he was with Fleur! The papers said so!”
“The girl’s hot!”
Harry and Kara sat down as the applause died down and listened to Madame Olympe’s speech. “Finally our last Champion, Neville Longbottom, and his date Parvati Patil of Hogwarts.” Madame Olympe said. Neville stood up with his date and nervously smiled at their fellow students applauding them politely.
The Yule ball proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing evening as Harry danced most of the night with Kara. Hermione and Daphne greatly enjoyed their dates, and by the looks of it so did Tim and Garth, as they eagerly danced song after song with their partners. The band that was playing was great as they continued to play song after song from both famous French muggle and wizarding artists alike. Thankfully not a song of Celestin Warbeck was played, to Albus’ disappointment. He looked around, hoping to catch an older Witch’s eye but no one seemed to want to dance with him.
Harry danced with Kara, Hermione and Fleur, and while Kara was dancing with Tim he approached the one Witch he had reserved a dance in his mind.
“Can I have this dance Mademoiselle?” Harry approached the quiet teacher’s table and stood beside his favorite teacher’s seat. Giggles from the female teachers were heard as Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Are you sure Mr. Wayne? I am not particular with this new songs.” McGonagall replied.
“Very sure, I’m eagerly waiting all night for a dance with Hogwarts’ loveliest and most brilliant professor. It will be fun!” Harry replied charmingly and that caused several Witches including Madame Olympe and Madame Giselle to giggle like school girls, and even Karkaroff smiled.
“Very well then, Mr. Wayne, perhaps I do remember some dances in my day. Let’s hit it.” Professor McGonagall placed her napkin on the table and took Harry’s hand as she stood up. Harry led his professor to the dance floor in the midst of applause and cheers from students and teachers alike. Harry glanced at Kara and Fleur and saw them smiling wildly at him.
“He certainly is something.” Madame Olympe said as she finished clapping. “I never saw a young man with such courage to ask a teacher to dance. I can see why Minerva speaks highly of her young protégé.”
“Yes… and I fear I am going to miss him in my classes.” Madame Giselle said. “It was very satisfying to teach him, I feel like I am seeing someone rise to greatness, and I am proud to be a part of it, no matter how small.”
“Viktor seems to admire him.” Karkaroff replied. “Let us not these young ones have all the fun, Madame Olympe?”
The Headmistress smiled and immediately took the offered hand from her colleague and they too headed to the dance floor. Several teacher followed their lead and partnered up leaving only Dumbledore and Madame Giselle on the table.
Dumbledore looked at her hopefully but the Beauxbatons Transfiguration professor immediately took action.
“Hi!... Jean Luc!” Madame Giselle stood up and waved at someone in the crowd. She left the table and vanished from Dumbledore’s sight, leaving him all alone in the table. He frowned… he couldn’t see who Madame Giselle was waving at.
Harry noticed from the corner of his eyes Viktor Krum approached “the female band singer. The band vocalist grinned and whispered back to her band mates. The drummer and guitarists smiled and prepared for the piece as the vocalist took to the mike and began to sing.
“You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone....
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt…”
The song was a combination of German and English lyrics and Harry and Professor McGonagall enjoyed dancing, improvising dance moves in time with the chorus and the highlights. Soon they were laughing at their own antics and the other teachers and parents gravitated to them, jumping around and laughing with glee.
The students stopped dancing momentarily at the very, very rare sight, stunned in disbelief at the way their stern and strict professors and staff were acting. Around thirty or forty adults were jumping to the song cheering on the band, totally gathering the attention of everyone. Most of the students joined them and soon everyone was laughing and cheering at the song
At around one in the morning the band stopped playing and several teachers and students retired for the night, tired and sleepy from all the dancing. Some lingered around the gardens or beach, and enjoyed the cool air blowing from the sea.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Harry whispered to Kara as they followed the crowd as they walked along the cobblestone path towards the gates. With permission from Madame Olympe and Professor McGonagall, he was allowed to spend his remaining vacation at home in Gotham provided he arrive back three days earlier than the January Sixth deadline for most Students.
The other Champions like Fleur will be staying at her ancestral home in Marseille too, while Viktor Krum’s family stayed at a nearby wizarding inn to be nearer to their son for Christmas.
“I did, it was really fun.” Kara replied as she hugged her boyfriend tightly. “This place is nice but I really miss Wayne Manor.”
“Yeah… me too.” Harry replied as he kissed the top of Kara’s head softly.
“Harry? Who is that girl? She’s crying?” Kara whispered as she noticed a young girl supported by two older girls, probably upper classmen. The young girl was hobbling as she sniffed while she had her hands around the other girls’ shoulders for support.
“That’s Longbottom’s date, Parvati Patil” Harry whispered back.
Kara winced at what as she saw the injured girl’s sore right foot. “Better put some ice in it dear.” She called out.
“Thanks” Parvati smiled tightly through the pain while Angelina and Alicia stopped walking.
“What happened?” Harry asked as he transfigured a stone in the ground into an ice bag, and poured water in it through his wand. He waved a second time and the water turned into an icy mixture and gave it to Angelina. He picked two sticks in the ground, about a foot each in length and transfigured them into crutches.” “This should do for now until you get back to the Beauxbatons healing ward.”
“Ohhh that feels nice! Neville stepped on my foot.” Parvati said as Angelina waved her wand and attached it to the fourth year’s foot with a strip of cloth.
“But surely only a hit isn’t enough for that injury” Kara said.
“It sure isn’t… the dance went well, I think Neville even got Lessons from professor Dumbledore, he told me so… but when those teachers and students started going wild, things got bad.” Parvati grimaced at the memory.
“Yeah go on? You still haven’t told us the whole story.” Angelina asked.
“Well I was standing around laughing at Professor McGonagall when Neville decided to copy those boys who were jumping in tune with the beat of the music. He jumped alright, over my right foot a dozen times.” Parvati said.
“OOhhh” Alicia, Angelina and Kara all said at the same time. Neville wasn’t a lightweight by a long shot.
“And so I screamed loudly at him and yelled his name repeatedly to make him stop. I couldn’t move as so many people were pressed around us. Neville only yelled back my name thinking it was all a bit of fun. I got out when and limped out when the crowd parted slightly, and my foot got worse near the end.” Padma said. “I’ll never dance with that boy again! Ever!”
“Hey at least the swelling stopped.” Kara said. “We’ll we better catch the last of the carriages, we’re heading home. Merry Christmas!”
“I feel better already. Good thing you’re here Harry, Angelina doesn’t know the ice transfiguration yet. And you too Miss Kara? You’re pretty nice. Merry Christmas!” Parvati beamed at the two.
“Hey that’s seventh year Newts! We still haven’t been taught temperature matrixes. Thanks for the help Harry. And it’s finally nice to meet you, Miss Kara.” Angelina said.
“Same here. We have to go. Bye!” Kara said and they both headed to the left fork in the cobblestone path that headed to the gates.
“Wow, I can’t believe Harry’s engaged. She seems nice though. I’m Happy for Harry.” Parvati said.
“I know one girl who isn’t happy at all.” Angelina said as she teased Alicia.
“Bitch… I saw you pining after Daphne Greengrass’ date! Girl you were drooling on the floor!” Alicia teased back.
“I was not! But he was good looking! I heard he was Harry’s friend.” Angelina, Parvati and Alicia headed to the Healing ward teasing each other and gossiping about who looked nice and who didn’t. Parvati joined in, she was already feeling better. She looked back at the other path and saw Harry Wayne and his betrothed kissing under the star filled night. Parvati turned back and continued on her way with Alicia and Angelina, that couple looked good together.
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8:50 am, January 8, Briefing room, Beauxbatons
“Welcome champions!” Monsieur Devereux said as he beamed at the Triwizard Champions. “By now you realize that the golden eggs that each of you recovered from the first tasks have a date and time inscribed on its golden shell. The date, is today and as most you have guessed, the eggs will open today to reveal the clue for the next task.”
“This second task is to determine a champion’s innovativeness, quick thinking, and flexibility.” Devereux said.
“CLICK!”
“Now, the eggs’ locks have all been released, you can open them in your own time, and in twenty hours you have to retrieve a clue for the second task. Good luck champions.” Monsieur Devereux nodded at them and swept out of the room followed by Dumbledore, McGonagall, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.
Harry’s sharp eyes immediately spotted Dumbledore’s wink at Longbottom and he narrowed his eyes. He will investigate this further. He was interrupted from his thoughts when a loud piercing shriek filled the room and saw Viktor Krum holding an opened egg. A smaller egg appeared within the Gold structure and its shell appeared to be transparent. The smaller egg appeared to be filled with liquid that had a golden tinge as bubbles circled the case. Curious.
Each of the champions opened their eggs and they all got the same results. Harry grinned and nodded at Fleur and they both headed out, and a second later Krum also left the chamber and headed towards the docks.
“I saw the look in your face Harry. I cannot believe you already have an idea just from that awful sound.” Fleur said as she walked beside the Hogwarts champion.
“You just need to be more observant Fleur, take in the little details that most usually look past.” Harry replied. “And I saw the look in your face, you recognized the sound.”
Fleur smiled and replied. “Of course. Well good luck to you Harry.”
“Good luck Fleur.” Harry said and the two champions separated, he immediately made his way towards the Dragon while Fleur headed towards her dorms. He still needed to investigate the mystery of the fourth champion, and he had a feeling he needed to keep an eye on Neville Longbottom
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7pm, The Dragon, Beauxbatons
“Are you ready?” Albus Dumbledore asked as sucked on a Lemon Drop.
“Yes professor… but I’m worried though… isn’t this cheating?” Neville asked from his seat while he pocketed the vial filled with Gillyweed.
“How many times do I have to tell you Neville? This isn’t about the tournament anymore! This is about your life! This is for the greater good!” Albus replied as she looked at his champion with a frown.
“But… aren’t I abandoning what being a Gryffindor is all about? To be brave and courageous… this tournament has taught me a lot Professor, I can actually claim I beat a Dragon!” Neville said looking at his professor. When he saw the doubtful face he asked out loud. “You don’t believe that I can do it on my own don’t you professor?”
“You still lack the skills Neville… you’re opponents are older than you…” Albus admitted and looked at Neville intently. “Lord Voldemort wants you to die in these tasks… I still haven’t figured out who charmed the Goblet to pick you… Life and death is more important than any Tournament. You don’t want to die do you?”
“No…” Neville’s face paled. “I… I think I better sleep early professor, the task is early tomorrow. And that island is far. Good night and… thank you” Neville left and closed the door.
Beneath the window Harry was listening to the conversation, his hands and feet anchored securely in the stones. So, this was a plot by someone for murder… Harry eyes, hidden beneath the dark goggles he wore frowned when he saw a Blue Beetle in the edge of the window still. Odd, there were beetles in the gardens, but none of this variety. And it seemed to be acting weird as it was at the very ledge and corner, as if it did not want to be spotted by those in the office. Animagus
Harry remains still as the Beetle climbed over the ledge and started walking down the path. It seemed the fat beetle with strange marking cannot fly this high or was scared to do so. As it moved down the stone walls of the Dragon it reached Harry’s shoulders and it continued on, until it walked up to his awaiting hand.
Finally the beetle realized that instead of the cool, smooth rock it was now walking on fabric! It looked around and frantically tried to open its shell and fly, but it was too late and darkness engulfed it.
Harry jumped from his perch and headed to the forest, and he instantly vanished into the tall trees. Once he reached a suitable spot, he placed the beetle on the ground and transfigured the beetle back to its human form.
“Who are you!!!” What are you?” Rita Skeeter demanded fearfully as she looked at the dark shadow, it seemed to be humanoid in shape, but she could not see any better as the thing was partially hidden in the shadows.
“Rita Skeeter, I finally found the secret of your legendary investigative skills. I must say I’m impressed with your animagus form… a beetle.” The figure said.
“What do you want from me?” Rita asked fearfully as she looked around for a way to escape.
“I want you to work for me.” The figure said. “And I will pay you handsomely… triple your current salary”
“Triple?” Rita perked up when she heard the word triple. She smiled a bit, as her fears of being murdered vanished, this being was talking in a language they both understand, money. He wanted information, and she would be his informant.
“What can I do for you then?” Rita replied.
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“Where have you been?” Hermione asked as she looked up from the essay she was writing as Harry entered their dorm.
“It’ safe? Where’s Susan?” Harry asked as he closed the windows of their dorm.
“She’s with the puffs on the beach, they’re having a bonfire night. So spill! Have you figured out your clue?” Daphne asked.
“Yeah, hours ago… when I first heard the sound from the egg, I was reminded of Black Canary’s sonic scream. And the liquid and the bubbles was another clue. I remember in one mission where Black Canary used her sonic scream to fight off those rogue Atlantians, her sonic attack was still effective but through the water I can actually her voice. So I went for a swim with my egg and this is what I got.” Harry tossed a piece of paper towards Hermione.
She immediately snatched it and began to read.
“Come seek us where our voices sound
We cannot sing above the ground
And while you're searching, ponder this;
We've taken what the school will miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And recover what we took”
Hermione read it aloud and once she finished she gasped. “Mermaids!”
“Yes… and there’s a colony off the island about half a kilometer from the shore.” Harry said. “Fleur mentioned a few months back that sometimes she sees them when there’s a full moon, perched on top of the rocks.”
“What the school will sorely miss…” Hermione began thinking for a possible object.
“Beauxbatons has an extensive collection of wands don’t they?” Daphne guessed.
“Exactly, that’s what I thought too. We have to recover a wand down there.”
“Do you have an idea on how to breathe down there?” Hermione asked.
“Yep, bubble head charm with a few modifications, and I need some fins and a wetsuit too.” Harry said and removed his wand. He transfigured his spare rubber shoes and it shifted its shape into a pair of black fins. He turned to a nearby bath robe and waved his wand and soon he had a black and gray wetsuit hanging by his bed.
“ Hey… that’s my robe Harry!” Hermione said.
“Wear mine then.” Harry teased and threw his gray bath robe to Hermione.
“I won’t wear this! It smells of you!… only Kara would use this, she has a weird obsession about how you smell you know.” Hermione threw back the robe. “I’ll just borrow Daphne’s spare.”
“If you’re sure… anyway I’m going out to scout the island and see the how strong the currents are, does anyone need anything?” Harry asked as he began to pull on his “Burglar clothes” as Hermione dubbed them. Hermione stopped her reading and Daphne sat up on her bed, wearing eager faces.
“You’re so sweet Harry, anyway can you buy some juice from me? I’m missing simple muggle food after all the French Cuisine we have been eating for months…” Hermione began
“Chocolate!” Daphne asked. “Dark chocolate”
“and I would love to have a box of pizza, and Mom told me in a letter that my favorite author has released the latest series …” Hermione continued and began listing her cravings like skittles, a can of soda, chips and cookies.
Harry left the dragon after five minutes, clutching a foot long list filled with Daphne and Hermione’ s midnight cravings. He vowed to impose sanctions limiting food cravings to five pieces and two of weight per person.
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A/N: Comments?/Suggestions? This is unbetad
For those who do not recognize the lyrics, the song is 99 LuftBalloons. A year later it got translated to English and was called 99 red balloons. There are several versions, the one i picked is a combination of the two, by Nena.
Cheers for getting due credit for Honest Stories in Fanfiction ( i know i know i'll drop it, and i apologize for the rude words i posted in the last chapter.)
By: Bluminous
A/N: I don’t own Harry Potter or DC comics.
“True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written; in writing what deserves to be read.”
- Pliny the Elder (from Civilizations)
Chapter 24: Yule Ball
November 24, Beauxbatons, France
“You must be the parents of Harry, I am pleased to meet you. I am his Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall” The Deputy Headmistress approached the family that was seated in one of the semi circular benches in the gardens of Beauxbatons.
Bruce turned and immediately shook Harry’s favorite teacher in Hogwarts. “Yes, and I have to say I’m pleased to finally meet the famous Minerva McGonagall, Harry speaks most highly of you.” Bruce said.
“Oh, he did say that?” Minerva blushed. To be praised by one gifted student was heartwarming.
“Yes, he mentioned that you were largely responsible for his interest in pursuing a mastery of the subject.” Bruce smiled. “Please seat with us. This is my wife, Diana Wayne.”
Minerva shook the hand of the beautiful black haired woman and smiled. “You must be very proud of your son, he has been chosen to represent Hogwarts, and Britain.”
“We are.” Diana smiled. “What do we owe the pleasure of your company Professor McGonagall?”
“Please call me Minerva. I was just curious to meet Harry’s family, and I wanted to inform you of some plans I have regarding your son’s education. Where is your son by the way? He must hear this too.” Minerva replied.
“He is giving a tour of the gardens to his baby sister and… fiancé is it?... I’m afraid the customs of the Human and magical world are very different.” Bruce replied.
“Betrothed? Young Harry has given a ring in promise for a marriage?” Minerva gasped aloud. She never knew the Hogwarts Champion had chosen a life long partner this early, usually it was the sixth year students that entered betrothal contracts. The pureblood extremists however were the exception as they immediately negotiate for contracts even if their son or daughter was only a year old.
“Yes... to his long time childhood friend. Here they are now. Harry!” Bruce called out to his son when he spotted him giving a tour to his sister and friends.
Harry spotted his dad calling him and headed towards the bench while Astraea hugged her brother’s neck, holding a lovely blue flower in her small fingers. Zatanna and Kara followed him with Hermione and Daphne bringing up the rear.
“MA!” Astraea showed the flower she picked to her mother, and Diana beamed and took the flower from her daughter’s hands.
“This is beautiful! Where did you…” Diana trailed off as she looked closely at her baby daughter’s hair. It was filled with small flowers of various shades of blue and pink. She turned to her eldest and asked for an explanation. “Harry?”
“She kept on lunging after them mum, so I put some in her hair. She seems to like it.” Harry replied.
“Fine… I hope the school will not get mad. These are rare and beautiful flowers…” Diana turned to an amused professor. “Forgive the interruption… this is my daughter, Astraea Wayne.”
“She’s beautiful! How old is she?” Minerva stood up and walked closer to the baby. Harry’s smile got wider when the strict Transfiguration teacher started making faces and talking in baby lingo for his sister’s amusement. He was reminded of his grandmother who also doted on Themyscira’s newest princess.
“Peek a boo! I see you!” Minerva removed her hands that covered her eyes as she played ‘peek a boo’ with a giggling baby girl. She just loved babies and she rarely saw them as the pureblood witches and wizards tend to keep their offspring in their manors. They will only bring their scions and heirs to the public once they were four, through lavish parties to welcome the latest noble to join the wizarding world.
“Professor?” Harry asked his voice laced with amusement as he tried to get his professor’s attention.
Minerva’s eyes widened and she looked up and saw the amused face of Harry Wayne, and then she just realized that the arms supporting the cute baby belonged to her student.
“I’m… sorry Mr. Wayne… uhmm I got carried away.” Minerva blushed. “Your sister is very adorable.” She looked up and was surprised at the very warm and caring smile Harry Wayne was giving her.
“You don’t have to say sorry professor, my sister has that effect on everyone she meets.” Harry said. He placed his little sister to their mother’s hands and stepped back beside Kara and faced the three adults.
“You must have met my Mom and Dad.” Harry said as he locked fingers with his girlfriend and betrothed. “Kara, Zatanna, this is my professor, Transfiguration Mistress Minerva McGonagall, and this is my betrothed Kara Kent, while the woman beside Hermione and Daphne is my primary Magical Tutor before iHogwarts, Zatanna”
“A pleasure to meet both of you.” Minerva nodded to the two ladies who in turn nodded back. “And congratulations on the betrothal. You of course will be Mr. Wayne’s date in the Yule ball?” Minerva asked the stunning young woman. Harry Wayne had good taste.
“Yes Mam. He had just asked me to attend, and I'm eager to be with him and dance. And thank you for watching out for my Harry here.” Kara smiled.
“It is my job Ms. Kent, and a pleasure.” Minerva replied and turned back to Bruce and Diana. “Now, the reason I am here, is to offer your son an advance program for Transfiguration, he will be required to give a demonstration of his knowledge and capabilities in front of my peers, and if he passes, he can take both his OWLS and NEWTS this summer.”
“I don’t know about this… Harry what do you think?” Bruce asked for his son’s opinion.
“It will be nice to take both exams next year, giving me more time to pursue independent studies… but… can Hermione and Daphne apply for the program too? I mean they are really good too…” Harry said.
“Harry, you know we want to… but I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Hermione stepped in.
“Why not? You’re as good as me! You can cast non-verbally, and know all the spells in the books.” Harry replied.
“It’s not just about by the book Harry… it’s the essence of Transfiguration as a subject. Those transfigured wyrens you did? I can’t do that. Perhaps I can pass the owls but definitely not the Newts… not yet.” Hermione replied.
“Well I did add and modify the spell a bit.” Harry admitted.
“I can see Ms. Granger’s point and let me explain it to you Harry.” Minerva said. “What you did in the task, and your performance in Madame Giselle’s class shows you are already qualified for Newts. Do you know why they are called Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests?”
“It was originally a nick name made by wizards and witches who took the exams hundreds of years ago. The Newts were used to be called Advance Application of Sorcery, but well the ministry back then didn’t think much about Acronyms.” Harry replied, grinning. The original name was funny though.
“Correct, five points to…” Minerva trailed off, as she realized that the contingent were not allowed to gain and earn points while off campus. “…to Astraea, for being an extremely cute baby.”
Said baby looked up from her mother’s arms as she heard her name, and babbleded incoherent words as she looked at the Green Robed Woman.
Everyone grinned and shared smiles and ignored the Transfiguration Mistress’ slip.
Minerva continued. “As I was saying, you are correct Mr. Wayne. What makes the Newt exam challenging is the demands the examiners ask of you. Students come to the Newts prepared with standard seventh year book spells memorized in their heads and come out crying when they fail.”
Minerva smiled when she saw the three students’ shocked expressions and continued. “They fail because they cannot improvise… the Newts examiners ask you to make the spells your own. They want to see your own trademark, the flair just like what you did with the transfiguration spell on the first task.”
“I get it…” Harry said. He looked at his family and finally asked Hermione and Daphne. “What do you think?”
“I think you should seize the opportunity Harry, to be accepted in an accelerated program in Transfiguration is very rare.” Hermione said.
“And once you finish the newt, you can help us in our Transfiguration spells and prepare us for the Owls and Newts. Go for it Harry.” Daphne added.
“Alright then… I’ll accept the program, Professor McGonagall.” Harry said and turned to Hermione and Daphne.
"Thanks for the support, Hermione, Daphne." Harry said as he hugged his best friends, and who in turn hugged him back. After a few moments they released each other and smiled at each other.
“Excellent!” Minerva said. “I will arrange for your test with the Wizarding examination authority, and talk to the Headmaster about this.”
“Professor, I was wondering about that… why did the Headmaster give Harry eight points? He was the Hogwarts champion!” Hermione said. "Couldn't he have shown a little partiality to his own Champion like Headmistress Olympe of Beauxbatons and Highmaster Karkaroff of Durmstrang?
“Drop it Hermione, it’s his prerogative to do that. As long as the people who matters to me know I did my best.” Harry replied and gave a meaningful glance to his professor.
Minerva’s eyes watered slightly at the hidden meaning in Harry's words, he was not holding grudges for getting a lower score. “You have the heart of the champion Harry.” Minerva said. “Now, I have more duties to perform, thank you for accommodating my presence.”
The Transfiguration professor said her farewell, but not before stealing a kiss on Astraea’s head and transfiguring her hanky as a stuffed toy for the baby.
“That’s a cool teacher.” Kara said as they watched the tall and stern professor walk across the lawn towards the dragon.
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SLAM!
“What the hell is wrong with you Albus?” Minerva loudly slammed the door shut when she entered Albus’ office.
“Pardon?” Dumbledore asked as he looked at his Deputy Headmistress with confusion.
“Do not act innocent!! Why did you give the Hogwarts champion a lousy eight?” Minerva asked incredulously. “Mr. Wayne’s performance rightfully deserves a ten!”
Albus continued writing. “I simply called it as I see it Minerva… I found Mr. Wayne’s acrobatics a bit flashy. A Hogwarts Champion, is humble, simple and…”
“… incompetent?” Minerva growled. “I can see what you are doing Albus… you are jealous… jealous that someone stole your favorite’s thunder… and made to look like a fool... a coward. You wanted Neville to be the Hogwarts champion didn’t you?... didn’t you!?”
“Do not presume to judge me Minerva! I see clearly that you have given special attention to Mr. Wayne in classes!” Albus snapped.
“…As he rightly deserves. He is past seventh year in Transfiguration and Charms… and he did it on HIS OWN.” Minerva bared her teeth. “Can Neville claim that?”
Albus Dumbledore refused to answer and just continued reading reports from Alastor Moody about the state of things in Hogwarts. It appeared to be going well back at Scotland, there was the usual fight, the rivalries and detentions. Overall a normal school year so far.
Minerva McGonagall paced the office, stalking like an angry cat. “You’re planning something… I can sense it. I’m not blind Albus… and I certainly am not stupid! You have CHEATED… you violated your oath as a teacher when Longbottom took credit for what is not his due! You helped him in the tournament!”
“He needed it.” Albus said. “And I will remind you Minerva that I am headmaster and not you.”
Minerva sniffed and turned around. “This is not over. I will talk to the Governors if this continues on.”
SLAM!
The office door shut violently and Albus relaxed. He was expecting that from his Deputy Headmistress ever since he gave out an eight to his own Champion. He smiled in relief, it was not as bad as he feared as only the door to his office was broken. He thought he would have to replace a desk. The Headmaster popped a lemon drop and planned for Neville’s second task and absently chucked the wrapper outside the window. He was not on his own school anyway.
The wrapper fell down past a figure in black clothes. The figure frowned… he thought that Neville’s performance was admirable… but when he learned that it was not Neville who planned it all along, his respect for the boy diminished.
It was cheating, like using someone’s work and adding your name and passing it as your own. Despicable. Who were they trying to fool? Only the weak minded, and the ignorant were fooled by such an act of duplicity, but not him.
He felt sorry for Longbottom though, it was obvious that he was blatantly manipulated and controlled by the Headmaster. He didn’t like using other people for their own selfish gained and decided to find a way to expose the Headmaster.
Harry jumped from the Stone Dragon’s body and headed towards the Britain ministry representatives’ quarters that transported the Goblet from London to Marseille. He determined from the security precautions that the most likely tampering would have happened during the transport.
He vanished into the shadows, and silently climbed the window to the restricted section of Beauxbatons, those reserved for Dignitaries and VIPs. Harry Wayne was on the hunt.
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December 5, San Francisco, California
Robin jumped through the rafters of the old warehouse, and observed the latest criminal gang that had moved in to the San Francisco docks. The gangs were planning heists in simultaneous places to confuse the authorities and increase their chances of success.
Robin moved to another beam and listened carefully, recording the gang’s conversations. There were around twenty men in all, and they seemed organized. After a few more minutes, the meeting ended and the gang all left in their respective cars and as they left the warehouse they shut the lights to bath again in darkness.
Robin took out his night vision goggles to see if the gang left behind anything that can be used for evidence. He gazed through the goggles and looked around, and when he looked to his side he nearly fell off the beams as he saw a dark figure sitting beside him.
The figure turned to him and said “Hey Robin”
“Harry! You scared the living shit out of me! When did you get here?” Robin asked after he controlled the rampant beating of his heart. He never even noticed his friend arrive.
“A few minutes back when the gang leader arrived to give some instructions. It looks like they’re planning simultaneous heists all over the city. You look so intense so I decided to keep quiet.” Harry said through the featureless black mask he wore.
“Anyway…” Harry removed his black mask and smiled at Robin. “I need a big favor…
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Titans Tower
A bright flash of green energies materialized in the kitchen and Robin and Harry stepped through the portal.
“NO! Harry I mean it.” Robin stalked through the corridors as his cape fluttered behind him. “Do you realize the ribbing I’ll get from Cyborg and Beast boy? They’ll make a big issue with it with Starfire!”
“C’mon Tim…” Harry persisted, and when he saw Robin’s reluctant face, he decided to pull out his ace.
“Hey Tim, do you remember when I saved you from those rabid fan girls? I still have the photos of your skinny white butt while those girls…”
“Fine! Fine! I’ll do it! Keep quiet, Beast boy might hear us!” Robin blushed in embarrassment and he immediately clamped down on Harry’s mouth to prevent him from elaborating further. It wasn’t his fault! Who knew the fans in Japan were so aggressive? Since then he wore a tighter belt.
Harry nodded and Robin continued walking towards the garden outside the building where Cyborg was grilling barbeque for lunch. “When is this again?” Robin asked.
“Yule Ball at France, and your date’s nice… she’s my best friend. Hermione” Harry replied.
“That girl Batman wants to recruit? She sounds alright… but…” Robin looked around to make sure they were alone and then leaned forward and whispered to Harry’s ear. “What about Starfire?”
“Oh” Harry grinned. It seems Tim was following his father’s strategy towards getting the girl, by pining from a distance. “Don’t worry Tim, this date’s strictly on a friendly basis, that way things won’t get awkward. I’ll talk to Starfire don’t worry.”
“How will you talk to her?” Robin asked.
“Simple, I’ll cook dinner for her tonight… she can’t resist my swordfish steak.” Harry joked.
Robin smirked. Harry’s Swordfish Steak was Starfire’s favorite dish in the world, and once full of the juicy goodness, that would place her in good mood when Harry tells her that Robin’s going out for a friendly date. Genius.
“Why don’t you ask her out already?” Harry asked, as he saw the rest of teen titans goofing around, even Raven who mutated the carrots to chase beast boy.
“Well… I’m afraid it might interfere with our relationship as team mates.” Robin said as he eyed Starfire eagerly looking over the grill as the chickens cooked.
“Isn’t that decision for the both of you to decide? I mean look at my mum and dad… they made it work out.” Harry replied as they followed the path to the garden. “Although it took them nearly eight years to admit their feelings. I hope you don’t wait that long Tim.”
“You have a point… fine I’ll do it soon!” Robin relented. “Do you want some company later when you shop for ingredients?”
“That will be great, thanks.” Harry smiled in appreciation and then suddenly he laughed out loud when he saw the Titans. “Sounds like I need to teach you to cook too, You are going to need it in the future.”
Robin looked at where Harry was pointing at and he suppressed a grin. Starfire’s face was full of soot, as the chicken pieces in the grill burned. Cyborg rushed and poured water from a hose, soaking Starfire and their lunch.
“Can you also cook lunch for us?” Robin asked.
“Nah, let’s order pizza.” Harry said as he tossed his phone to Robin giving him the hint to order.
“Hey I need my unhealthy meals once in a while too!” Harry defended himself from the look Robin was giving him.
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Gotham Manor
“Well? Was your mission a success?” Kara asked as she sat in Harry’s bed. She patted the spot beside her and Harry got the hint and jumped on the bed, taking his girlfriend down with him. Kara laughed and pushed Harry away as her boyfriend used her shirt to dry his wet hair.
“It is… I got the two dates for the girls.” Harry replied as Kara combed his wet hair with her fingers.
“So Garth accepted?” Kara asked.
“Yeah he did. I met him while he was saving those whales from poachers.” Harry replied. “And Tim said yes after some persuading.”
“Good, I wanted Daphne and Hermione to enjoy the Yule ball. I can’t wait to see their faces when they see Robin and Aqualad as their dates! Now about my dress… what color do you think will suit me?” Kara asked.
“Hmmm Silver? Or gray and silver? A neutral color would go great with the suit Mom got for me.” Harry replied.
“Exactly what I was thinking. Let’s go!” Kara jumped off the bed and tugged on her boyfriend to stand up.
“Where?” Harry asked hesitantly, he wanted to cuddle some more.
“Shopping!” Kara said eagerly. She frowned when Harry burrowed deeper into the covers and decided to take action, it wouldn’t do to waste valuable shopping time. Kara manhandled her boyfriend, and carried the Wayne Heir and threw him on top of her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
“Resistance is futile honey” Kara grinned as she patted his butt as she moved out of the room.
Harry grumbled and lightly pinched his girlfriend’s butt making her jump.
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December 24, Beauxbaton Grand Garden
“Do you see him?” Hermione asked as she looked around the crowd.
“Relax Hermione, he’ll be here.” Daphne said as she absently smoothed down her skirt. She was wearing a lovely white dress with silver accents, enhancing her delicate curves and slim build. Her friend Hermione had chosen a gorgeous blue dress that went well with her styled up brown hair.
“But it’s nearly six!” Hermione fretted and Daphne sighed. She knew why her friend was like this, she was nervous and ranting always eased the tension.
“It’s a quarter to six.” Daphne reminded her. “It’s still early… come on let’s sit down first. These heels are gorgeous, but impractical.”
“I know, we just need to get used to it. I wonder our dates will be?” Hermione wondered.
“Hermione… ” Daphne grabbed her friends arm and squeezed it tightly.
“Ouch! Watch the grip Daph!” Hermione turned to her best friend but stopped when she saw Daphne’s expression. “Daph?” Hermione asked.
Daphne did not answer but she grabbed her friend’s chin and forced her friend’s face to the direction at where she was looking.
“Oh wow.” Hermione said weakly.
Harry Wayne walked through the cobblestone path wearing a handsome charcoal gray suit with a gorgeous young woman at his arm. Two young men walked behind the couple, themselves looking like a million bucks and some of the girls with dates took a second look at the newly arrived party. Harry noticed Hermione and Daphne and he led Kara and friends to the stunned friends.
“Hermione, this is Tim Drake and Garth of Poseidonius, Tim, this is your date Hermione Granger, and Garth this is Daphne Greengrass.” Harry introduced the foursome to each other. Hermione gasped when she recognized the names and smiled at Tim and Garth.
“Hi Hermione! I heard so much from Bruce about you. Shall we?” Tim offered his arm and Hermione beamed and took it.
“Lovely to meet you.” Garth said as he copied his friend’s actions. “I am curious about the magical world, we have our own magics where I come from, and Harry said you will be an excellent date to explain the differences.”
“Same here, I’m sure we will have the opportunity to do so later. And thank you for being my date for tonight.” Daphne said.
The three couples headed towards the reception area and registered amidst the stares of many students and press. Hermione and Daphne grinned at each other, it looked they will have fun with their dates tonight. Hermione knew all about the new Robin, Tim Drake, and it looked like Garth was very friendly and open. It would not be uncomfortable for all and Hermione gave a smile to Harry to thank him.
“Very classy, and I like that they made the ball outdoors.” Harry said as he led Kara through the crowd to find an empty table. Whispers and fingers pointed at them, but Harry and Kara were used to this and took the attention upon them gracefully.
“Yeah. And it’s a great night too, very romantic.” Kara replied. The three couples finally found a table for ten and sat down.
“I’m surprised they didn’t give the Champions special introductions.” Hermione observed. She smiled gratefully at Tim as the boy pulled her seat for her.
“The ball is for the honor of the Tournament, not just the champions. Giving us special treatment might alienate everyone else. It’s a good step.” Harry said as he seated Kara. “The program said that the champions will be give introductions before the start of dinner, and that’s it.”
“It makes sense too. The Tournament is organized in the first place to increase International Magical cooperation, tonight has no place for rivalries.” Daphne observed.
The three couples eagerly talked to each other, and soon the occupants were laughing and joking at the relaxed environment in the table. The tables started filling up with students and their dates and that prompted Madame Maxime to begin the ball.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, let me be the first to welcome you to the Yule Ball! The Ball is meant to foster and encourage friendships and cooperation between schools. But first, let me acknowledge the presence of our Champions.” Madame Olympe said as she took out a paper handed to her by a staff from the registration table.
“Let us welcome Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour, Champion of Beuxbatons Cademy of Magic and her date. Monsieur Viktor Krum, Champion of Dursmtrang Institute of Magic.” Madame Olympe said.
The two mentioned couples stood up from a few tabled down from Harry’s party and the crowd applauded their presence as whispers about the two dating began to bubble. By tomorrow, a new love team will be on the papers, Harry was sure of that.
“Let us Welcome Monsieur Harry Wayne and his date…” Olympe looked closer and resumed speaking. “…and his date and betrothed Mademoiselle Kara Kent.”
Harry and Kara stood up as applause from the crowd welcomed their presence although Harry could see some shocked faces in the crowds.
“He’s already betrothed? ”
“This is horrible!”
“I thought he was with Fleur! The papers said so!”
“The girl’s hot!”
Harry and Kara sat down as the applause died down and listened to Madame Olympe’s speech. “Finally our last Champion, Neville Longbottom, and his date Parvati Patil of Hogwarts.” Madame Olympe said. Neville stood up with his date and nervously smiled at their fellow students applauding them politely.
The Yule ball proved to be an enjoyable and relaxing evening as Harry danced most of the night with Kara. Hermione and Daphne greatly enjoyed their dates, and by the looks of it so did Tim and Garth, as they eagerly danced song after song with their partners. The band that was playing was great as they continued to play song after song from both famous French muggle and wizarding artists alike. Thankfully not a song of Celestin Warbeck was played, to Albus’ disappointment. He looked around, hoping to catch an older Witch’s eye but no one seemed to want to dance with him.
Harry danced with Kara, Hermione and Fleur, and while Kara was dancing with Tim he approached the one Witch he had reserved a dance in his mind.
“Can I have this dance Mademoiselle?” Harry approached the quiet teacher’s table and stood beside his favorite teacher’s seat. Giggles from the female teachers were heard as Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Are you sure Mr. Wayne? I am not particular with this new songs.” McGonagall replied.
“Very sure, I’m eagerly waiting all night for a dance with Hogwarts’ loveliest and most brilliant professor. It will be fun!” Harry replied charmingly and that caused several Witches including Madame Olympe and Madame Giselle to giggle like school girls, and even Karkaroff smiled.
“Very well then, Mr. Wayne, perhaps I do remember some dances in my day. Let’s hit it.” Professor McGonagall placed her napkin on the table and took Harry’s hand as she stood up. Harry led his professor to the dance floor in the midst of applause and cheers from students and teachers alike. Harry glanced at Kara and Fleur and saw them smiling wildly at him.
“He certainly is something.” Madame Olympe said as she finished clapping. “I never saw a young man with such courage to ask a teacher to dance. I can see why Minerva speaks highly of her young protégé.”
“Yes… and I fear I am going to miss him in my classes.” Madame Giselle said. “It was very satisfying to teach him, I feel like I am seeing someone rise to greatness, and I am proud to be a part of it, no matter how small.”
“Viktor seems to admire him.” Karkaroff replied. “Let us not these young ones have all the fun, Madame Olympe?”
The Headmistress smiled and immediately took the offered hand from her colleague and they too headed to the dance floor. Several teacher followed their lead and partnered up leaving only Dumbledore and Madame Giselle on the table.
Dumbledore looked at her hopefully but the Beauxbatons Transfiguration professor immediately took action.
“Hi!... Jean Luc!” Madame Giselle stood up and waved at someone in the crowd. She left the table and vanished from Dumbledore’s sight, leaving him all alone in the table. He frowned… he couldn’t see who Madame Giselle was waving at.
Harry noticed from the corner of his eyes Viktor Krum approached “the female band singer. The band vocalist grinned and whispered back to her band mates. The drummer and guitarists smiled and prepared for the piece as the vocalist took to the mike and began to sing.
“You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone....
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt…”
The song was a combination of German and English lyrics and Harry and Professor McGonagall enjoyed dancing, improvising dance moves in time with the chorus and the highlights. Soon they were laughing at their own antics and the other teachers and parents gravitated to them, jumping around and laughing with glee.
The students stopped dancing momentarily at the very, very rare sight, stunned in disbelief at the way their stern and strict professors and staff were acting. Around thirty or forty adults were jumping to the song cheering on the band, totally gathering the attention of everyone. Most of the students joined them and soon everyone was laughing and cheering at the song
At around one in the morning the band stopped playing and several teachers and students retired for the night, tired and sleepy from all the dancing. Some lingered around the gardens or beach, and enjoyed the cool air blowing from the sea.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Harry whispered to Kara as they followed the crowd as they walked along the cobblestone path towards the gates. With permission from Madame Olympe and Professor McGonagall, he was allowed to spend his remaining vacation at home in Gotham provided he arrive back three days earlier than the January Sixth deadline for most Students.
The other Champions like Fleur will be staying at her ancestral home in Marseille too, while Viktor Krum’s family stayed at a nearby wizarding inn to be nearer to their son for Christmas.
“I did, it was really fun.” Kara replied as she hugged her boyfriend tightly. “This place is nice but I really miss Wayne Manor.”
“Yeah… me too.” Harry replied as he kissed the top of Kara’s head softly.
“Harry? Who is that girl? She’s crying?” Kara whispered as she noticed a young girl supported by two older girls, probably upper classmen. The young girl was hobbling as she sniffed while she had her hands around the other girls’ shoulders for support.
“That’s Longbottom’s date, Parvati Patil” Harry whispered back.
Kara winced at what as she saw the injured girl’s sore right foot. “Better put some ice in it dear.” She called out.
“Thanks” Parvati smiled tightly through the pain while Angelina and Alicia stopped walking.
“What happened?” Harry asked as he transfigured a stone in the ground into an ice bag, and poured water in it through his wand. He waved a second time and the water turned into an icy mixture and gave it to Angelina. He picked two sticks in the ground, about a foot each in length and transfigured them into crutches.” “This should do for now until you get back to the Beauxbatons healing ward.”
“Ohhh that feels nice! Neville stepped on my foot.” Parvati said as Angelina waved her wand and attached it to the fourth year’s foot with a strip of cloth.
“But surely only a hit isn’t enough for that injury” Kara said.
“It sure isn’t… the dance went well, I think Neville even got Lessons from professor Dumbledore, he told me so… but when those teachers and students started going wild, things got bad.” Parvati grimaced at the memory.
“Yeah go on? You still haven’t told us the whole story.” Angelina asked.
“Well I was standing around laughing at Professor McGonagall when Neville decided to copy those boys who were jumping in tune with the beat of the music. He jumped alright, over my right foot a dozen times.” Parvati said.
“OOhhh” Alicia, Angelina and Kara all said at the same time. Neville wasn’t a lightweight by a long shot.
“And so I screamed loudly at him and yelled his name repeatedly to make him stop. I couldn’t move as so many people were pressed around us. Neville only yelled back my name thinking it was all a bit of fun. I got out when and limped out when the crowd parted slightly, and my foot got worse near the end.” Padma said. “I’ll never dance with that boy again! Ever!”
“Hey at least the swelling stopped.” Kara said. “We’ll we better catch the last of the carriages, we’re heading home. Merry Christmas!”
“I feel better already. Good thing you’re here Harry, Angelina doesn’t know the ice transfiguration yet. And you too Miss Kara? You’re pretty nice. Merry Christmas!” Parvati beamed at the two.
“Hey that’s seventh year Newts! We still haven’t been taught temperature matrixes. Thanks for the help Harry. And it’s finally nice to meet you, Miss Kara.” Angelina said.
“Same here. We have to go. Bye!” Kara said and they both headed to the left fork in the cobblestone path that headed to the gates.
“Wow, I can’t believe Harry’s engaged. She seems nice though. I’m Happy for Harry.” Parvati said.
“I know one girl who isn’t happy at all.” Angelina said as she teased Alicia.
“Bitch… I saw you pining after Daphne Greengrass’ date! Girl you were drooling on the floor!” Alicia teased back.
“I was not! But he was good looking! I heard he was Harry’s friend.” Angelina, Parvati and Alicia headed to the Healing ward teasing each other and gossiping about who looked nice and who didn’t. Parvati joined in, she was already feeling better. She looked back at the other path and saw Harry Wayne and his betrothed kissing under the star filled night. Parvati turned back and continued on her way with Alicia and Angelina, that couple looked good together.
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8:50 am, January 8, Briefing room, Beauxbatons
“Welcome champions!” Monsieur Devereux said as he beamed at the Triwizard Champions. “By now you realize that the golden eggs that each of you recovered from the first tasks have a date and time inscribed on its golden shell. The date, is today and as most you have guessed, the eggs will open today to reveal the clue for the next task.”
“This second task is to determine a champion’s innovativeness, quick thinking, and flexibility.” Devereux said.
“CLICK!”
“Now, the eggs’ locks have all been released, you can open them in your own time, and in twenty hours you have to retrieve a clue for the second task. Good luck champions.” Monsieur Devereux nodded at them and swept out of the room followed by Dumbledore, McGonagall, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime.
Harry’s sharp eyes immediately spotted Dumbledore’s wink at Longbottom and he narrowed his eyes. He will investigate this further. He was interrupted from his thoughts when a loud piercing shriek filled the room and saw Viktor Krum holding an opened egg. A smaller egg appeared within the Gold structure and its shell appeared to be transparent. The smaller egg appeared to be filled with liquid that had a golden tinge as bubbles circled the case. Curious.
Each of the champions opened their eggs and they all got the same results. Harry grinned and nodded at Fleur and they both headed out, and a second later Krum also left the chamber and headed towards the docks.
“I saw the look in your face Harry. I cannot believe you already have an idea just from that awful sound.” Fleur said as she walked beside the Hogwarts champion.
“You just need to be more observant Fleur, take in the little details that most usually look past.” Harry replied. “And I saw the look in your face, you recognized the sound.”
Fleur smiled and replied. “Of course. Well good luck to you Harry.”
“Good luck Fleur.” Harry said and the two champions separated, he immediately made his way towards the Dragon while Fleur headed towards her dorms. He still needed to investigate the mystery of the fourth champion, and he had a feeling he needed to keep an eye on Neville Longbottom
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7pm, The Dragon, Beauxbatons
“Are you ready?” Albus Dumbledore asked as sucked on a Lemon Drop.
“Yes professor… but I’m worried though… isn’t this cheating?” Neville asked from his seat while he pocketed the vial filled with Gillyweed.
“How many times do I have to tell you Neville? This isn’t about the tournament anymore! This is about your life! This is for the greater good!” Albus replied as she looked at his champion with a frown.
“But… aren’t I abandoning what being a Gryffindor is all about? To be brave and courageous… this tournament has taught me a lot Professor, I can actually claim I beat a Dragon!” Neville said looking at his professor. When he saw the doubtful face he asked out loud. “You don’t believe that I can do it on my own don’t you professor?”
“You still lack the skills Neville… you’re opponents are older than you…” Albus admitted and looked at Neville intently. “Lord Voldemort wants you to die in these tasks… I still haven’t figured out who charmed the Goblet to pick you… Life and death is more important than any Tournament. You don’t want to die do you?”
“No…” Neville’s face paled. “I… I think I better sleep early professor, the task is early tomorrow. And that island is far. Good night and… thank you” Neville left and closed the door.
Beneath the window Harry was listening to the conversation, his hands and feet anchored securely in the stones. So, this was a plot by someone for murder… Harry eyes, hidden beneath the dark goggles he wore frowned when he saw a Blue Beetle in the edge of the window still. Odd, there were beetles in the gardens, but none of this variety. And it seemed to be acting weird as it was at the very ledge and corner, as if it did not want to be spotted by those in the office. Animagus
Harry remains still as the Beetle climbed over the ledge and started walking down the path. It seemed the fat beetle with strange marking cannot fly this high or was scared to do so. As it moved down the stone walls of the Dragon it reached Harry’s shoulders and it continued on, until it walked up to his awaiting hand.
Finally the beetle realized that instead of the cool, smooth rock it was now walking on fabric! It looked around and frantically tried to open its shell and fly, but it was too late and darkness engulfed it.
Harry jumped from his perch and headed to the forest, and he instantly vanished into the tall trees. Once he reached a suitable spot, he placed the beetle on the ground and transfigured the beetle back to its human form.
“Who are you!!!” What are you?” Rita Skeeter demanded fearfully as she looked at the dark shadow, it seemed to be humanoid in shape, but she could not see any better as the thing was partially hidden in the shadows.
“Rita Skeeter, I finally found the secret of your legendary investigative skills. I must say I’m impressed with your animagus form… a beetle.” The figure said.
“What do you want from me?” Rita asked fearfully as she looked around for a way to escape.
“I want you to work for me.” The figure said. “And I will pay you handsomely… triple your current salary”
“Triple?” Rita perked up when she heard the word triple. She smiled a bit, as her fears of being murdered vanished, this being was talking in a language they both understand, money. He wanted information, and she would be his informant.
“What can I do for you then?” Rita replied.
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“Where have you been?” Hermione asked as she looked up from the essay she was writing as Harry entered their dorm.
“It’ safe? Where’s Susan?” Harry asked as he closed the windows of their dorm.
“She’s with the puffs on the beach, they’re having a bonfire night. So spill! Have you figured out your clue?” Daphne asked.
“Yeah, hours ago… when I first heard the sound from the egg, I was reminded of Black Canary’s sonic scream. And the liquid and the bubbles was another clue. I remember in one mission where Black Canary used her sonic scream to fight off those rogue Atlantians, her sonic attack was still effective but through the water I can actually her voice. So I went for a swim with my egg and this is what I got.” Harry tossed a piece of paper towards Hermione.
She immediately snatched it and began to read.
“Come seek us where our voices sound
We cannot sing above the ground
And while you're searching, ponder this;
We've taken what the school will miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And recover what we took”
Hermione read it aloud and once she finished she gasped. “Mermaids!”
“Yes… and there’s a colony off the island about half a kilometer from the shore.” Harry said. “Fleur mentioned a few months back that sometimes she sees them when there’s a full moon, perched on top of the rocks.”
“What the school will sorely miss…” Hermione began thinking for a possible object.
“Beauxbatons has an extensive collection of wands don’t they?” Daphne guessed.
“Exactly, that’s what I thought too. We have to recover a wand down there.”
“Do you have an idea on how to breathe down there?” Hermione asked.
“Yep, bubble head charm with a few modifications, and I need some fins and a wetsuit too.” Harry said and removed his wand. He transfigured his spare rubber shoes and it shifted its shape into a pair of black fins. He turned to a nearby bath robe and waved his wand and soon he had a black and gray wetsuit hanging by his bed.
“ Hey… that’s my robe Harry!” Hermione said.
“Wear mine then.” Harry teased and threw his gray bath robe to Hermione.
“I won’t wear this! It smells of you!… only Kara would use this, she has a weird obsession about how you smell you know.” Hermione threw back the robe. “I’ll just borrow Daphne’s spare.”
“If you’re sure… anyway I’m going out to scout the island and see the how strong the currents are, does anyone need anything?” Harry asked as he began to pull on his “Burglar clothes” as Hermione dubbed them. Hermione stopped her reading and Daphne sat up on her bed, wearing eager faces.
“You’re so sweet Harry, anyway can you buy some juice from me? I’m missing simple muggle food after all the French Cuisine we have been eating for months…” Hermione began
“Chocolate!” Daphne asked. “Dark chocolate”
“and I would love to have a box of pizza, and Mom told me in a letter that my favorite author has released the latest series …” Hermione continued and began listing her cravings like skittles, a can of soda, chips and cookies.
Harry left the dragon after five minutes, clutching a foot long list filled with Daphne and Hermione’ s midnight cravings. He vowed to impose sanctions limiting food cravings to five pieces and two of weight per person.
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A/N: Comments?/Suggestions? This is unbetad
For those who do not recognize the lyrics, the song is 99 LuftBalloons. A year later it got translated to English and was called 99 red balloons. There are several versions, the one i picked is a combination of the two, by Nena.
Cheers for getting due credit for Honest Stories in Fanfiction ( i know i know i'll drop it, and i apologize for the rude words i posted in the last chapter.)
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