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When Harry Potter arrived at King's Cross, he wasn’t expecting to see the first of a family large enough to rival the Weasley's let alone one that were billionaires. Although Wayne wasn't too well known outside of America that still didn't stop Hermoine Granger from pointing out the billionaire walking down the crowded, London platform.
"Ron, Harry look! Over there, it's the Bruce Wayne!" Hermoine gestured to a tall man in an expensive suit walking towards the trio. Ron gave her a confused look to which Hermoine sighed, "Bruce Wayne is a billionaire from Gotham. His company has made him the second richest man in the world, only losing to LexCorp."
"Bloody hell! What's he doing here then?" Although the new information seemed to mean nothing to the redhead, he was still very impressed at the accomplishment. The man seemed to be alone, eyeing the platform numbers as he went along his way. "I don't know, he's probably just looking for his train." Hermoine quickly turned for the barrier "Come on, if we want to get an empty compartment we need to hurry." As Hermoine disappeared through the barrier, Ron and then Harry quickly follow suit, although Harry couldn't help but feel that their disappearance to platform nine and three quarters didn't go unnoticed by a very rich man.
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"And why do we need to bring Drake with us?" Damian sneered at the brother in question. Bruce sighed. "We need a small group to attend Hogwarts and protect the students while looking for information about Voldemort and these Death Eaters, all while keeping a low profile on their secret identities. The four of you are the best for the job, especially since one family joining the school will be noticed less than any of the teams. " Bruce recited. He felt as if he'd been saying that a lot lately. Even though Batman didn't know much about what he was sending his sons into, which greatly annoyed the man and felt his ego beginning to downsize. The family made their way down the platform, Bruce retracing his steps to where he'd seen the teenagers disappear.
A lot had occurred during the last month in the Wayne household. Since finding out about the upcoming mission the mansion was always busy, between getting supplies (Bruce had to say, Diagon Alley was one of the most interesting places he's been to) preparing their cover stories and actually learning about the world of magic as well as trying to catch up on years worth of missed work (Damian had been abusing that fact a lot to his three brothers who wouldn't be starting first year). Zatara and Dumbledore been very helpful since requesting the mission.
¤Flashback¤
Zatara had come to the Justice League with a man named Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a tall man with a grey beard that was long enough to be tucked into his belt. He wore old, violet robes and had half moon glasses to cover his oddly twinkling, blue eyes.
When Dumbledore had first entered the room, he walked straight over to Batman (a bold first move) and asked for the bat's four protégés/sons to go undercover at his school (another very bold move). "And why would I send them to this school, Mr?..." Batman growled at the newcomer. "Oh yes, forgive me, Mr Wayne. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the owner of a school in Scotland, named Hogwarts, where we teach witchcraft and wizardry to our students. Last year, a great evil returned to the wizarding world that was thought to be defeated, who is sadly an old student of mine, Lord Voldemort.
"I believe that he will be going after one of my current students and I hope that by having your sons attend Hogwarts and take part in Mr Potter's year, I will be able to keep the boy safe from the upcoming troubles of the school while keeping an ear out for anything suspicious." As Dumbledore finished his speech, the room remained silent.
The league gaped at the old man, still trying to comprehend all the information and what he was asking. You don't take even one of the bats away from the rest without any consequences. Batman was the first to reply "How do you know who I am?" Dumbledore smiled "When you've been around as long as I have, Mr Wayne, you learn a great deal." The Dark Knight did not look happy with that answer and proceeded to give the man a bat glare, which did not appear to phase the wizard in the slightest. Instead he smiled, the twinkle in his eyes growing, succeeding in annoying the bat even more.
Before Bruce could refuse, question or maybe even hit the man, Zatara spoke up "Bruce, believe me when I say this but I wouldn't have brought Dumbledore here unless the need was great. Voldemort is a dangerous man who'll kill without a second thought." Zatara turned to face the entire league "His goal is to kill all those without magic and witches and wizards who were born into families without magic. Most are even too afraid to say his name, only referring to him as "He-who-must-not-be-named" or "You-know-who". I believe that with your training, the boys are the best for the job." The last line being directed at the Bat. Bruce sighed. He trusted Zatara, after all he had his own child and knew he was asking of Bruce but if Voldemort wasn't stopped now they'd still have to fight him later, when he'd be even more powerful.
"What will they need for the school?"
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Their wands had been specially enchanted by Dumbledore and Zatara to be used by each of his sons as well as anything electronic so that it would work inside the school grounds (Tim was overjoyed to have a laptop that didn't need to be charged and always had reception and Internet access, although he'd seemed to have forgotten it was for contacting Bruce and for searching for information). The last thing they'd gotten from Dumbledore were what appeared to be two identical, plain, wooden shoeboxes. But of course, they were magic. Bruce currently had one of the boxes in the bat cave while the other was with Dick. The boxes could transport inorganic materials, liquids and electronic devices (even letters in case the illegal laptop was found) from one box to the other in the matter of seconds. Bruce really had to hand it to Dumbledore, the boxes would be a brilliant way for discreetly smuggling in any needed equipment.
"Do you all have your tickets?" Bruce turned to his sons. Each one was pushing a large cart and each one had something special. While Dick and Tim had the box and laptop, Damian had brought Alfred the cat, who sat leisurely on top of the cart since Damian refused to put him in a cage. Jason had the newest member to the pets of the bat family. On his cart he had a cage which housed a large, dark Eurasian owl who they referred to as "Bruce" (but was actually named Bat-Owl and would join Bat-Cow in the cave when they returned). Originally Jason and Dick had wanted to get a bat to bring them the newspaper but with the whole point of the owl being to "blend in", the idea was unfortunately shot down.
A chorus of "yes's" and a "yes father" were given to Bruce in reply. "Do you all have your belts?" Each boy patted their waist where a new, thick, black belt were situated, in exchange for what they usually wore with their uniforms. Although they stored less, it was still essential, not even Alfred or Bruce left the manor without one.
Tim eyed the platform numbers around them "No luck on the unexisting train platform then?" "No. All you have to do is run through the barrier here and we'll be on our way." Tim did not look amused at the idea of running into an old brick wall. Bruce smirked "Suit yourself then." Bruce walked up to the barrier and went to put his hand against it only for part of his limb to disappear. He looked back at his sons, who were wide-eyed with wonder, shock and excitement. No one else seemed to notice the billionaire was one arm down before he fully disappeared through the supposedly brick barrier.
Dick was the first to follow, he ran through with Jason hot on his heels, nearly running into Bruce on the other side. Damian appeared next to the Hogwarts Express a moment later. Tim was last to go through, he'd taken his time, trying to figure out how wizards hadn't been discovered sooner with such an open way of access to the magic platform. Anyone could just fall in!
Once their carts were unloaded, Bruce ran over the plan for the upcoming year. Dick and Jason would look out for the Potter boy and make sure he wasn't getting up to something too dangerous, as that seemed to be an annual occurrence with Potter and his friends. Tim and Damian would be on the look out for any Death Eater/Voldemort activity in the school. Everyday the four would report back any new findings and send the Daily Prophet through the box for Bruce to examine and write up in the mission's file.
The train let out a high pitched whistle and Bruce quickly hugged and said goodbye to his sons (including Alfred the cat who Damian had to now carry as he was down a cart). The Robins jumped onto the train, Bruce watched it until it had started up and continued to watch it until it was out of sight. Before he left Bruce wiped a tear from his eye. This would be the longest mission he'd sent his sons on. It would be the first time in what seemed like forever that he didn't have a little bird in the cave or manor. It will be a lot quieter now in Gotham, with the empty house reminding him of a time years ago before he met his first son. It almost seemed scary to think about.
Bruce finally turned away and joined the sea of parents and others all making their way out of the magical platform, back towards their homes.
But he could have sworn he'd seen the bright red hair of the woman in front of him before.
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As Harry made his way from carriage to carriage, he happened to run into a, sadly, very familiar face of one Draco Malfoy. The fifth year stood outside a compartment, with his two lackeys, where a small, first year boy stood at its door. The boy held his head high as if he was superior to anyone and everone around him. He had black hair and blue eyes and wore expensive clothes that Harry's greedy aunt and uncle would trade him in a heartbeat for, even if the clothes would be useless to them. "Move out of my compartment you incompetent mudblood!" Draco snarled at the young boy. Obviously this argument hadn't just begun but things were heating up fast. The boy didn't even react to the elder teen's statement until Harry heard a low growl.
The boy's face turned fierce. "What did you just call me?" Harry felt the levels of danger and hostility run off the boy. "My family's blood is purer than yours will ever be, you scum. Go call daddy all you want but know that if you disrespect my family again you won't have an arm to use that crappy stick of a wand." This was a fact. Harry could see that the boy was dead serious but obviously Malfoy couldn't understand that he was in trouble. He just had to open his big mouth.
"I'd like to see you try, mudbood" Malfoy poked the boy's chest "My father could ruin your entire family if he found out someone like you even layer a figure on me-" In a flash the boy had caught Malfoy's outstretched arm, twisted it and then had it snap under the small bit of pressure he had applied to it. Malfoy screamed. "I'd like to see you try." The boy spat before returning to his compartment. Harry stood back and smirked as Malfoy and his goons rushed past, not even seeming to notice his presence.
"Well that was an eventful two minutes." Harry stated as he finally continued his search for an empty compartment. "I hope their paths cross again" Harry laughed quietly to himself. At least he had learned two things from that little display: Do not disrespect that first year or any of his relations and do not go into that compartment.
As Harry passed the boy's compartment he couldn't help but hear laughter and someone being praised for only breaking an arm rather then stabbing said injured person.
Not a good sign in Harry's opinion..... Not at all.
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