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5 year old Harry Potter is left in America by his relatives, Left in Gotham and kidnapped by a rogue. He is rescued by Batman and his new family. Older brothers Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. As well as older sisters Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown… with pseudo sister Barbara Gordon. For two years he lived in Wayne Manor before he was legally adopted changing his name to Harry James Potter-Wayne He has learned the family secret and has been learning hand to hand and self defense. As well as other bat themed fighting and stealth skills.

Dick taught him some gymnastics. Harry takes the actual classes his brother teaches on Tuesdays after school. Jason has taught him basic punches and kicks, where to hit and such. Tim taught him to use a staff and also was beginning to teach him how to be a detective. Cassandra taught him how to do sign language and read body tells. Stephanie has taught him how to disappear and skip doing boring things for more fun ones… a lesson Bruce doesn't agree with… Damian has taught him basic sword skills and meditation. All in all Harry was well able to take care of himself.

Two years after his training started he began to want to be like his older brothers, sisters and his new father. Of course he keeps getting told he is too young. His training has gotten more serious over the years and being a Wayne comes with almost monthly kidnappings. Alfred was on Harry’s side. Alfred helped Harry watch his family from the cave's computers.

At ten years old, almost eleven he got an odd letter. “Dad!” he called, going into the man's office. “An owl just dropped off a letter.” Harry did not miss how Bruce tensed. The court of the owls had been a threat more than once in Harry’s stay at the manor. This is why Harry did not open the oddly specific letter. “Harry Potter-Wayne, Wayne Manor Gotham, Fifth bedroom Family Wing.”

“Let me see chum.” Harry handed the letter over and Bruce opened it. Harry held his breath. “It’s for a school… of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”

“Like… John and Zee?” Harry asked. He has met most, if not all, the league by now as they visited the manor or cave often enough.

“I don’t know… but I’m going to go ask. Do you want to see the letter?”

“Not yet… I wanna know what they say first… just in case.” Harry was nothing if not practical, after all he lived in a house with detectives. Though he was also curious and a bit brash, he would blame Jason for that second bit.

So Harry was sent to wait on the aforementioned magic users. He decided to spend it helping Alfred in the kitchen. He loved to cook! It was relaxing and Alfred was always in good company. “So young master Harry, what has you jittering about?”

“Sorry, guess I am a bit more jittery than normal… I got a letter from an owl… Dad went to get Zee or John or maybe both to look at it, it was a letter to some magic school.”

“Magic you say? Well we always knew you were full of surprises.”

“You’d be ok with it right? Even if I was Magic?” Harry looked up at the old English gentleman who was as much a grandfather as Bruce was his dad.

“Of course, it would be just another thing about you to cherish young Master Harry.” Harry relaxed, Batman’s no magic users in Gotham worried him but only a little. As long as he didn’t go rogue he’d be fine… and even if he did he’s heard stories of when Jason first came back to Gotham after… Well Jason says he died. Everyone else sort of flitters around the subject.

After they got a pie in the oven to bake, Bruce walked in with Zantana. “Hello auntie Zee!” Harry said happy to see her. He really liked most of the league but Zee and Diana were his favorite aunts.

“Hello Harry. My, you keep growing.” She opened her arms and Harry ran for the hug. “So, Bruce showed me your letter. Congratulations are in order.”

“What? Is it for real? I’m magic?!”

She laughed and squeezed him a bit. “It is, though I do have questions why you got a letter for the British school and not the American one. It might just be because of where you lived before… I’ll still send a letter to the school. Since your family is not magic, John and I’ll sort of act as a mediator.”

“We appreciate it, Zatanna,” Bruce said. “A family vacation is in order. After all, the school list tells us to go to Diagon Alley and that is in England. Alfred, are you free to go with us?”

“I’d not miss it for the world, Sir.”

So Dick got two weeks off work, Jason got Roy to cover Crime Alley for him, Tim got off for one week and would be remote the second, Damian got off the full two weeks, and Cass decided to stay. She didn’t much care for travel and someone needed to look after Gotham, Steph and Babs agreed and stayed as well. Selina promised Bruce her girls would help watch the city.

They all went to the hotel to rest off the jetlag for one day. “I’m itching to go jump from these roofs! Look at the slants Jay!” Dick said all but vibrating out of his shoes.

“Chill Dicki-Bird, we aren't here to roof run,” Jason rolled his eyes and ruffled Harry’s hair. “The pip squeak is here to go to some magic alley and he’s nice enough to take his ever caring brothers along.”

Harry laughed “I’d never dream of not sharing this!”

“We know.” Dick scooped Harry into a hug lifting him off the ground. Harry squeaked then laughed. “You’re such a good little brother, Sparks!”

“Boys, are we ready to go?” Bruce called, he and John were at the door. John blew smoke from his lit cigarette and looked at the boys.

“We are ready, father.” Damian walked in perfectly groomed as always. “At least Drake and myself are.”

“We are ready, Demon Spawn.” Jason had his arms crossed and he glared at the 14 year old who was going on 40 mentally.

Dick laughed and put Harry down. “We are ready Bruce, hey John.”

“I am going to stay in the… muggle part of London,” Alfred announced. “I am far too happy to just enjoy being in Great Britain again.”

Harry went to hug Alfred who patted his shoulder and smiled. “I’ll bring you back something neat.”

“I am sure you will.”

“Alright let’s go, I don’ wanna be there mor’en I hav’ta,” John said “These magic users aren't like Zee and I… they are more closed off…”

“More closed off than you? Shit, this ought to be fun.”

“Language Master Jason!” Alfred said, fixing Jason with a glare.

John shrugged “They like to think the rest of the world don’ exist is all. It’ll be alright with Harry there, hell… he might just make the entire place more bearable.”

Harry blushed and turned his face away from John. “Don’ say that.”

“Still so easily embarrassed. Thought you’d get out o’ that. Living with Dick and Jason… then again… Tim still has a problem with blushin’ too.”

Tim turned red on que and huffed. “Let’s just go!”

The five brothers walked behind Bruce and John as they went to a brick wall. Harry gasped when John said a few words and the wall moved in on itself revealing a hidden shopping district. “We need to go to the bank first…” John said taking a long hit. “Since you don’ got magic money. They’ll do the conversions for you. So ya don’ get robbed. In American money, one Galleon is $7.35, one Sickle is $0.46 and a Knut is $0.02,” He said.

“Thank you John.” Bruce committed the conversion to memory.

Harry and Tim were both like kid’s in a candy store. Damian had to pull Tim back and Jason got Harry. Both were about to just run off into the streets where things were moving and doing amazing impossible things. “Wow…” Harry said, blinking owlishly.

They walked to the bank. John wasn’t able to smoke inside so he put out the cigarette, flicking it into the air where it combusted into ash. Sticking his hands in the pocket of his trench coat the group of men walked in. When up to the teller Bruce smiled charmingly. Hiding his curiosity and uncomfortableness amid the goblins.

“Business?” The Goblin gruffed.

“Money conversion, mate,” John said. “This here, muggle, just wants American dollars to proper wizard money.” John patted Bruce’s shoulder and looked at the goblin. “His youngest is a Wizard… ‘magine tha’ well… you gonna do business?”

Bruce tried to look calm and get into his Brucie mask but he felt in danger for some reason. With John’s help they got Bruce some money changed and a pouch to put it in. “Does the sir want to make an account?”

“I would, but can I come do that tomorrow? I’d like to set my son an account up for when he is in school.” Bruce said with a nod. It was a good idea since he would be spending school and possibly more in this world, he’d likely have to transfer his college fund if he decides to go to a wizard college… if there is such a thing.

“I can make an appointment… 1200 tomorrow?”

“Agreed.” Bruce nodded. “Name Bruce Wayne, child in question is Harry Potter-Wayne.” The information was put down. “Where's Tim?”

John looked around. “Damn ninja kids there B.”

“Drake is over there,” Damian pointed to the black haired male talking animatedly to a red haired Wizard who was asking him about his watch.

“What are you doing, Replacement?” Jason asked, walking up.

“Jason! This is Author Weasley, he is a head of Muggle studies, he was happy to talk with me about the ministry here in exchange for information about my watch.” Tim said “Mr Weasley, this is my older brother Jason.”

“Good to meet you Jason,” The red haired man offered his hand and Jason shook it. “First time in Diagon Alley?”

“Yes sir, I am their father Bruce Wayne,” Bruce offered his hand and Arthur shook it happily.

“My wife and I were here school shopping ourselves, want to come along?” Arthur offered. “You got yourself a brood almost as big as ours!”

“Our sisters stayed home.” Dick skipped up, “I think that's a great idea! Making friends already!”

John scoffed “as if you lot had issues making friends, it’s the enemies I’m waitin’ for. John Constantine, not related to this lot.”

The group followed Arthur outside. “This here is my wife Molly. Our youngest Ginny… the twins there are Fred and George and the one who’s hiding is Ron, he’s the one joining first year.” Arthur introduced.

“Good to meet you all, I am Bruce, my oldest Dick… my second Jason, then there's Tim and Damian, Harry here is the wizard who’s going to be going to Hogwarts first year.” Bruce introduced. “My friend John has been our guide so far.”

“And will happily peace out if that’s alright. You got your communicator to reach me, you can do your shopping without me followin’ around. Ma’am… good luck with this lot.” He tipped his head to Molly then just began to walk off.”

“Well…” Molly said.

“You get used to him,” Jason scoffed a bit “He’s not one for people.”

“Hello pot,” Tim muttered and Jason pulled Tim to him and began to give him a good old fashioned nuggie. “JASON!”

“Todd unhand Drake! He’s fragile.”

“Damian!” Tim squeaked, “I am not fragile!”

“You’re the one missing organs.”

“One! Damian, I am missing one organ!”

“Ok you three, let’s behave like adults,” Dick tried to pacify the three and Bruce covered his face and let out a long sigh.

“Boys…” Bruce breathed “Behave or I’ll tell Alfred.” Like magic the four were looking at Bruce like angels.

“I see you have things under control, we are about to go get Ron’s first wand…does Harry still need his?” Molly asked, looking at the youngest of the group.

Harry bashfully ducked his head. “Yes Ma’am.”

Bruce put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok Chum, no need to be bashful.” Bruce handed Harry the coin purse he got from the bank. “Hold onto the money for us ok?”

“Yes Dad.”

Molly smiled and Arthur went back to talking to Tim about his job as a co-CEO of a tech company. “So where are the boys’ mother?”

“Selina stayed home with our girls. We have two but we all but adopted a family friend.” Bruce smiled. “Cassandra is the same age as Jason and Stephanie is a year older than Tim, and my not really daughter Barbara is a year younger than Dick,” Brucie the proud dad was in play.

“Your girls didn’t want to come?”

“We couldn’t all get off work and school sadly, and Barbara is wheelchair bound and we weren’t sure how handicap accessible it would be here.” Bruce said then had to spend a few minutes explaining a wheelchair and what happened to Babs.

Harry was talking with Ron telling him the muggle games the family played and he actually seemed interested in the board game Monopoly and the game Twister. Then they got to Olivanders. “Ok boy’s go on in, we will wait outside.” Arthur ushered the two inside.

Harry let Ron go first amazed as he watched him try a few different wands till one worked for him. “Wow…” Harry said. Though Ron’s face fell when he saw the price. “Let me… trust me… dad owns Wayne Enterprises… this is a thank you for your family being so nice.” Harry paid for his new friend's wand.

“Really mate?” Ron asked and Harry nodded. “Thank you!” Ron hugged Harry.

“It’s nothing really… Jason… Well me and him know what it’s like to worry about money, and now we don’t have to, we like helping our friends.”

“Harry Potter… I was wondering when I’d see you.

“Sorry sir, It’s Potter-Wayne, I was fully adopted almost four years ago.” Harry said though he missed the dumbstruck look on Ron’s face.

“Oh my apologies… Come let us find you a good wand.”

“Thank you,” Harry smiled, a practiced Gala smile. However, he was unnerved by this man knowing him as not a Wayne, people in Gotham knowing him was one thing but this wasn’t Gotham.

They tried a few wands with no luck. “Curious… I wonder…” He brought out an old dust covered box. “Try this one.”

Harry flicked it and he saw beautiful green sparks and he felt the rush of magic. “Thank you, sir!”

“How curious… “

“What is curious sir?” Harry asked, looking at the man.

“This wand here has a phoenix feather core the phoenix who gave this feather gave one other… just one… and it’s brother gave you that scar.” Harry put his hand over his scar, it has been hidden by his hair.

“Well… interesting… but I think I need to go now.” Tim would have thousands of questions but Harry just felt uncomfortable.

Harry paid for the wand and both boy’s left. “You’re Harry Potter!” Ron exclaimed, getting his family's attention.

“Potter-Wayne…” Harry corrected. “Why?”

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The Weasly family in great cryptic non detail explained that Harry defeated some villain as a baby… his parents died that night. The man in question was a tyrannical dictator leading armys of evil wizards called Death Eaters. Tim made a note to do some research into a He Who Must Not Be Named… how ridiculous… and his death eaters, and they had villains he thought were silly. Harry knew the look on Bruce’s face he was going to be researching too. Jason and Damian both looked at each other and Harry sighed, protective big brother squad… he glanced at Dick who was playing innocent but really he is going to be just as bad as Dad was.

They had no clue about this villain but he was dead right? Rebound killing curse turned to dust dead. So there was nothing to over analyze. Right?

They got the books store that was next to Madam Malkin's Robes and More. Bruce noted Harry needed uniform robes, and that particular store was listed as a recommendation.. “Ron will use Percy’s old ones,” Molly said, seeing Bruce look at the shop front. “They are still in amazing shape.”

“Aw, remember when you wore my old uniform, Little Wing?” Dick asked, grinning. Harry knew they weren't talking about his GA uniform. They were a rich family, the Weasleys obviously weren't.

“Yeah too tight because you have sissy shoulders,” Jason said and pushed Dick away from him.

“Little Wing! You wound me!” Dick said dramatically, falling back into Jason’s personal space. “Not everyone can be built as top heavy as you.”

“Boys!” Bruce said in a deep warning tone way too close to Batman for anyone's comfort.

“Sorry B,” The two said. Tim smirked and Harry laughed, the tension breaking as his brothers seemed to be acting like themselves still. No point in worrying till he had to, right?

“Go on in Harry,” Bruce said. “We will go right next door and look at the books, meet us when you are done.” Harry gave Bruce the money pouch after he was given enough to pay for the robes.

“Yes Dad.”

“Are you sure he will be ok alone?” Molly asked, worried obvious in her voice.

“We are from Gotham, we trust Harry, he knows what to do if anything happens. Being Waynes makes us targets for monthly kidnappings anyway.” Dick shrugged, “Really Harry will be just fine without his big brothers and dad hovering like mommy birds over the nest.”

Harry smiled and went in to get his school robes. A nice woman had him stand as measuring tapes magically took all his measurements. He couldn’t help but watch in fascination. “First year too?” A blonde boy asked.

“Yes.” Harry said a bit startled by being spoken to so abruptly.

“I am Draco Malfoy! Heir to the Malfoy family. I am going to be in Slytherin just like my father was. As all our family has been for generations.”

Harry blinked and looked him over, well off, likely rich, well groomed and speaking very stiffly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Harry Potter-Wayne. Youngest of the Waynes.”

“Wayne, I’ve not heard that name before.”

“It’s American,” Harry shrugged a bit.

“I’d rather have American Wizards in school then the filthy muggle born mudbloods.” Harry was startled but he hid any outward reaction. “To think such riff raff is still allowed in Hogwarts.”

“It was nice to meet you but I think my robes are done. See you at school.” Harry broke the conversation and with that he left. Robes shrunk in a bag for him, a timmed charm that will run out in 6 hours.

He went to the bookstore next door and found Dick, it was easy enough with him doing a handstand balancing books on his toes up in the air. Without his shoes on.

“Hey sparks!” Dick said happily. “We got your books!”

“I see that… Dickie… you are causing people to stare,” Harry crossed his arms. There was indeed a small crowd gathered.

“Can you do that?” Ron asked Harry, pointing his thumb at Dick.

“Not as well… but Dick’s taught me a little, he teaches gymnastics and I take the class. Where's everyone else?” Harry asked as people began to leave the show over for the moment.

“Tim got distracted in the book store, somewhere in the back, so Damian went to find him then Jason found books on weapons and Bruce is trying to pry him away… I was waiting for you!” Dick said cheerfully.

“My family went to help find them…” Ron supplied. “Your brothers are like shadows; they just vanish.”

“Tell me about it…” Harry muttered but smiled “You should meet Alfred, he is really good at it too… or Cass you won’t even know she’s in the same room with you till she touches you.”

Dick back on his feet again, shoes neatly retied, took Harry’s cloak bags and put the books in their own bag again. “Ah there's Bruce! Bruuuce!” Dick called drawing out the vowel in his fathers name almost in a singing way.

“Big Bird! You would not believe what I found! I made B buy me a few books!” Jason said holding out a book about runic swords Bruce had an armful of books and an exasperated expression on his face.

“You’re… huge as a mountain brother likes books?” Ron asked in a whisper.

“He’s a nerd, like really he loves books.” Harry whispered back.

“I heard that!” Jason called indignantly “I have to learn Wizarding literature! I got B to get some classics! According to the shop keep.”

Tim was being literally dragged by Damian followed by a laughing pair of red haired twins. Molly Arthur and Ginny came up when they saw all the boys. “Ah see we found everyone.” Molly said.

“Drake is being a pain, Father un adopt him now he is a stain on the name Wayne.”

“Aw Dami, you don’t mean that!” Dick said and pulled the smaller boy into a hug. Damian’s glare could cut steel and Harry smartly gave them space tugging Ron away too.

“Unhand me Grayson! I will take back my declaration of you being tolerable! Father! Tell him to unhand me.”

Bruce just let out a sigh. “Jason… you’re on Tim watch… Dick let go of Damian, we can’t keep buying you new clothing when he tries to stab you.” Damian as if on cue had a knife out nobody knew he had and Dick dodged the swipe.

“How old are your brothers?” Ron asked a bit freaked out as he watched Damian try to stab Dick but nobody in the family seemed worried. Molly all but squeaked in surprise and Ginny had covered her mouth to stop a shocked cry of her own.

“Oh Dick is 27, Jason is 22, Tim is 19, and Damian is 14.” Harry told Ron and shrugged “Damian can be a bit stabby… he bites too.” Harry laughed at Ron’s face “I’m mostly joking! He only bites family.”

The twins who were listening let out loud and happy laughs. “We like you Harry!” They said in unison.

Jason grabbed Damian and tossed him over his shoulder in a fireman's hold as Dick disarmed him. “Ok what’s next!” Jason said happily as Damian let out curses in Arabic.

“Said I can have a cat Owl or a Toad…” Harry said, reading the paper.

“We already have Alfred Pennyworth!”

“We aren’t replacing Alfred the Cat,” Harry assured him. “But would an Owl be a good idea?”

“Owls are how we get mail back and forth.” Arthur explained the mail system in the wizarding world. Seems he recovered from the strangeness of Damian’s stabby tendencies.

“But… an owl…” Dick, Damian and Bruce all flinched at the thought of having an Owl. “We will make it work, we will need a way to keep in touch with our little brother.” Dick ever the logical and most even minded of the boys said.

“What’s with the Owl thing?” Ron asked

“Where we come from there's a group of crazy people who call themselves The Court of The Owls… they sort of targeted our family a few times… bad memories.”

“Remind me to avoid America…” Ron said.

“No… just Gotham,” Harry smiled. “It’s ok Gotham has the Dark Knight and the Bat Clan, so no worries even the courts are no match for them.”

Thus Harry ended up with a snow white owl “Artemis,” Damian said “She looks like an Artemis…”

“I mean I work with an Artemis…” Tim said “She’s nothing like her…”

“What about, Owl?” Dick asked.

“Just because Kon named a wolf, Wolf doesn’t mean we should do it to all animals…” Tim countered.

“Hedwig.” Harry said, opening a random page in a book. “How about that?”

“Perfect!” Dick said happily. “Hello Hedwig!” She hooted and Dick suppressed a flinch. “We will take some getting used to, huh girl…”

“It is an acceptable name, I shall enjoy introducing you to Jerry.” Damian said.

“Jerry?” Ron asked.

“Damian’s pet Turkey.”

Ron just nodded, “Any other pets you have?”

“Damian has Alfred The Cat, BatCow, Jerry and Titus… Titus is a dog,” Harry told Ron. Completely leaving out Goliath. How did one even explain Goliath?

“Bat Cow?”

“She has a spot on her face that looks like a bat shaped domino mask.”

“Oh… right…” Ron shook his head. The rest of the day was just spending time with the Weasley's.

Bruce took them to a recommended dinner and invited their other boy Percy to join them but he refused. So they ate at the modest Wizarding restaurant. John joined them for the free food and fire whiskey. Dick wanted to try everything on the menu and Jason as usual had a heavy appetite. Tim ordered coffee but it had a magic espresso shot in it and Tim vowed that if Harry found this recipe he would do his summer homework till he was out of school. Damian got a few vegetarian options and Bruce let Harry pick their meals. All in all the food was wonderful

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The two weeks went by too fast. Harry spends as much time as possible with his brothers, Dad and pseudo Grandpa. Harry went to the platform with the Weasleys. So many ‘muggles’ would be weird so Harry had said his goodbye’s already even calling his sisters, face timing Cass. He promised to write often and everyone told him they would reply to every letter. They would also keep him in the loop with their extra-curricular nighttime activities. He should also expect packages and letters from the extended family.

“You ok Mate?” Ron asked as they boarded the train finding a car together. Harry had to admit he wasn’t as exited as he thought he would be.

“Gonna miss my family… Ever since they found me, I’ve never been far away from them…” Harry said “It’s not like going to Gotham Academy, Alfie’s not gonna pick me up to take me home for dinner.” He would miss family dinners and movies, and he would worry about not being able to watch the coms or keep up with Gotham news.

“It’ll be ok,” Ron said “I’m a bit nervous… but excited too.”

“Yeah, thank you Ron, I’m glad my brother ambushed your dad about his work.” Harry smiled really, it was lucky, Ron and his family seemed really ok with his Muggle family. The blonde jerk from the robes shop came to mind and he suppressed a shudder. He hoped most Wizards were like Ron and not the Malfoy prat.

“Same.” Ron said and the two began to animatedly talk about Hogwarts and what Harry’s read vs what Ron’s brothers told him. Ron talked about the houses and how he hoped he’d be a Gryfindor like all his family had been before him. Gryfindor was a house for the brave, Ravenclaw for the intelligent and curious, Hufflepuff for the sweet and loyal then Slytherin for the sly. Ron seemed to think only bad witches and Wizards came from Slytherin. However Harry disagrees Sly and cunning were not bad skills, not inherently evil by nature.

Also Scabbers, Ron’s pet Rat was out and munching on some peanuts Harry packed for him, at the insistence of Damian as soon as he knew Ron owned a pet. There was a long conversation on how they would not be adding pet rats to the manors growing pet base as Alfred The Cat might feel threatened and try to eat them.

When the Trolly came, Harry bought a bunch of snacks. He would have to buy a few of these for Dick and Steph… they’d love the Everyflavor beans! A girl came in startling Harry out of his thoughts as he caught a chocolate frog mid hop. “Have either of you seen a Toad? A boy named Nevile’s lost one.”

Ron and Harry shook their heads. She sighed. “Thank you, if you see one please keep him safe?”

“Alright, thank you…”

“Hermione, Hermione Granger.”

“Harry Potter Wayne and my best mate Ron Weasley,” Harry said.

“Wayne! As in Wayne Tech?” She squeaked.

“Yes… my father Owns WE,” Harry said. “My older brother and he are Co-CEO’s…”

“They have the best advancements in technology in the entire world! My parents are dentists and they have Wayne Tech systems in their office! That’s amazing! Oh sorry, we are almost at the school… you two better change… I’ll see you at school!” she rushed off.

“Now that I’m used to.” Harry muttered and Ron laughed at him. Harry gave a sheepish grin but was happy his fame didn’t deter his new friend. He really liked Ron.

They dressed and exited the train, Harry was shocked to see the carriages, and the creatures pulling them. He decided to ignore them since everyone else was too… it was as if nobody else could even see them. The skin and bone looking beasts Damian would want to see them, he’d want to feed them. Then the boat ride across the very large lake. It was all quite… extra to get to the school in his opinion. Like three modes of transport in one night?

Then again his dad dressed like a bat to beat up people and founded a league of superheroes who congregate for meetings in a literal space station… so he can’t talk about extra. Not to mention his family… yeah he had no room to talk.

“Wow… it’s huge.” Harry said as they walked into the castle.

“Yeah bloody brilliant,” Ron said also in a bit of awe seeing the castle. It was amazing for sure.

The sorting had begun and Harry spotted the blonde he had seen in the robe shop. “Harry Potter ‘eh?” Harry couldn’t help but bristle up at the tone the blonde was using.

“Potter Wayne, Mr Malfoy,” Harry plastered on his Gala smile. “It’s a common mistake but my father is Bruce Wayne and I have taken his name as a hyphen to my original.” Tim would be proud of him as he learned the sophisticated asshole posture from him. Tim’s ‘Pod Person’ persona that tripped everyone who knew him out.

Draco Malfoy seemed to be taken aback. “You prefer a muggle name over a wizarding one!?”

“I prefer my fathers name. I worked hard to feel worthy of his name,” Harry said, tall and proud for an eleven year old. “Bruce Wayne is an influential and powerful man who has done more good in this world than I could fathom. My brothers and sisters are Muggle and twice the human being you have portrayed yourself as.”

The blonde flushed an angry red. “You will regret this.” he spun and rushed away. Harry knew he just stepped on a few toes but it was so worth it to watch the coward retreat. Also this was so not the first time someone pulled the ‘you will regret this’ card. If he only had a penny for every time he or one of his family has heard that.

“Bloody Hell… where’d you learn to be scary?” Ron broke Harry from his musings.

“Oh that? I just imitated what Tim would have done. Was it too much?” Harry asked as he smiled a bit sheepishly. He liked to pick up traits from his siblings, it was fun to use their skills against them after all. Also it kept the elite on their toes.

“It was bloody brilliant!”

The sorting began, and they were told to be quiet and respectful. Draco was called up and placed in Slytherin… he did not want to be in the same house as people like that. “Harry Potter-Wayne.”

He was relieved she called in right and he walked up to the hat with a gala smile and a fluid poised posture again trying to be like Tim. He sat and the hat startled him by speaking in his head. “You have quite the mind in here Mr. Potter-Wayne… you have the making to be great… But why not Slytherin? All because of one boy?”

“I do not want to be near people like that… I am not the type of person to enjoy being around someone who will look down on my siblings, my family are muggles.”

“You could do a lot of good in Slytherin… the skills you have from your family… but you are also brave, sadly sending you to Gryffindor would hurt you in the long run, you need to learn to be less brash more sly…if you want to join in on your families night work… no worries I will not tell your secrets, I am bound to never tell on the people I sort.”

Harry let out a breath. “So Slytherin will help? Is it really necessary? Wouldn’t brash be good in my families line of work too?”

“You need to learn the skills there to make yourself a vigilante like your family… you already have the heart and the bravory… you have the brain… and your brother Jason is a testament to what too much brash can do to one person. You need to … strengthen your sly and cunning nature, nurture it. It is there, and you can be great, with so much potential… You have so much power, so much magic and so much skill out of the wands limits. You Mr Potter Wayne could rule the world.”

“So could Tim… I never want to be a villain. I want to be a hero.”

“I know, do not let the world's views change you, never let them influence you. I know it will all be ok.”

“Alright… but if you steer me wrong I will turn you into a pair of ratty old socks…”

The hat laughed. “SLYTHERIN!”

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The backlash was immediate; the sounds of outrage and disbelief took him by suprise. He was pointed to a seat and he sat down tall trying not to show how unnerved he was. He sat straight and practiced, he was a Wayne, Damian would tell him he had no reason to stoop to anyone else's level. He however felt about ten inches tall under all the looks from all four tables.

He listened and smiled at Ron as he was sorted into Gryffindor. The red head waved a bit sheepishly and he waved back. He was glad Ron didn’t have the same look of betrayal that most of the table of red and gold had.

He listened to the speech sure but it was all silly stuff, forbidden corridors and forests, how obnoxious. Forbidding something only made people want to do it more! He should know, his family was full of Robins, they basically thrived on doing the opposite of what Batman said.

The food was good, but it wasn’t Alfred’s. He wondered if they’d let him use the kitchen if he asked nicely. Maybe he could coax the cooks into trying one of his and Alfies recipes? That would be fun! Surely the staff would like to learn new things.

When it was time for first years to follow the prefects he stood and his classmates gave him room, as if he would burn them if he got to close, absurd. It was rather quickly grating on his nerves.

“I’m not going to bite!” He snapped at an upperclassman who had flinched out of his way. “What has everyone so gosh darn spooked, It’s really not bringing the aster!” Ok he’s spent too much time with Dick and the Young Justice team. Not his fault M'gann, Wally, Bart and Kon talked like Dick too.

“I’m sorry… what?” A girl asked timidly but curious.

“My older brother, disaster is bad so aster is the opposite… it’s just something he does.” Harry sighed, “I’ve felt the tension since the hat sorted me,” he looked at her with his best Dick inspired puppy eyes. It worked, she was melting.

“We will tell you in the common room. Come on Potter-Wayne.” She said and he followed her into the castle's dungeons and into a common room the password was Serpentsortier. A spell of some sort. The room was lavish if a bit chilly being in the dungeons. Very green and silver.

“So now that I’m here, what makes everyone so upset?” Harry asked, arms crossed and feet planned shoulder width apart, he was standing his ground.

“You’re Harry Bloody Potter! You are supposed to be some vanquisher of darkness! Pariah of the light, destroyer of death or some such rot. Like poster boy for the advancement of Muggles invading the Wizarding world. Slytherin is where the dark Wizards go, everyone thinks that.” She said.

“I live in Gotham… the darkest, most crime riddled city in America… a city whose hero dresses like a bat and punches bad guys in the face… we have a villian of the weak mentality and a recurring rogue gallery who I’ve been kidnapped by, most of them, at least once… I’m also not Potter! It’s Potter-Wayne!” He was so tired of people getting his name wrong and making assumptions!

“You’ve been kidnapped?” She asked and blinked, her voice held a shrill note of shock.

“I got kidnapped by the Joker, The Riddler four times, Mr Freeze… Harley Quinn when she was still in her bad guy phase… Killer Croc, The Penguin five times, Mad Hatter once and… I don’t remember much but evidently by Poison Ivy too. I’ve been hit with Scarecrow's fear toxin four times, Joker gas once and cuddle pollen twice. Look, whatever danger is in the wizarding world, I’ll be just fine.”

“What are you on about Potter?” A teacher walked in and Harry sent him a glare learned from Damian. Even teachers were miss-saying his gosh forbidden name!

“Potter-wayne, sir.”

“I am the head of house, Professor Snape.”

“Pardon me Professor, they were simply pointing out why it is odd for me to be Slytherin and I believe I got a bit upset. It seems people believe I am some light… or something. Forgive me but I was raised in Gotham… if anyone knows darkness it’s me.” That might be a bit presumptuous but hell even the Green Lantern core wouldn’t enter Gotham. At least not without Batman giving the go ahead.

“You think you know darkness?” The sneer on the man’s face was matching the venom in his voice and it made Harry’s hackles rise.

“Yes I do, at the age of five, my aunt and uncle left me to die on the streets of Gotham where I was gassed with a toxin that forces you to relive your worst fears until you go insane. If it wasn’t for a man dressed as a leather clad bat I would be dead in a gutter. I was taken in as a ward of the city and fostered by Bruce Wayne, who after two years of fostering adopted me and gave me his name… and now I have a life that is chaotic but I love it. So I do know darkness, Professor. I possibly know it more than the rest of my yearmates.”

“Your lies and desire for pity will get you nowhere.”

“Pardon me Professor, but I’m not lying, everything I’ve told you is readily recorded in the GCPD files, if you want I can get you in contact with Commissioner Jim Gordon, who is a family friend of my fathers and he can send you a copy of the records.”

“You are serious?” Snape faltered; it was only a moment, just something in his eyes, something he would miss if it wasn’t for his family being very subtle in their tells.

“Yes, sir… now can I please just be another student? I didn’t even know I was magic till I got my letter. If you’re gonna label me, make sure it’s right is all I’m asking.” He crossed his arms and glared still, a challenge more than anything. He was just another student who cares what he did as a one year old?

“I will look into it… for now… welcome first years to Slytherin… this house is one of the most hated and misunderstood houses in Hogwarts, stick together… do not hide if you are being targeted, go to a prefect or myself. Any injuries will be reported instantly, and do not get caught breaking school rules. To our only muggle-raised student, do not be afraid to ask your classmates questions.” He glanced at Harry who blinked but realized he was meaning him and he gave a nod.

Draco sneered at him and he sighed. He’d have a lot of work to do. They went to the dorm Harry took the last bed not wanting to really take anyone else's prefered bed, this ended with him next to a boy named Blaise. He took out his picture of the family. Dick made everyone pose for it before they left Gotham to Diagon Alley. So he could see them every morning when he woke up.

“Who are they?” Blaise asked.

Harry smiled “My family. My Dad Bruce, his fiance Selina.” He pointed at them “Our butler who’s more like a grandfather Alfred. My siblings Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph and Damian. Honorary sister Barbara and Salina’s girl pals, Harley and Ivy. The dog is Titus and the cat is Alfred the Cat. The cow you can see is Batcow then the turkey trying to eat Jason’s pant’s is Jerry. This was taken in front of Wayne Manor.” He recounted each person fondly.

“Big family… who’s the heir?”

Harry tilted his head. “I guess it’s Damian? Everyone sort of does their own thing so it’s likely between Tim and Damian who will take over WE.” Damian is a sure fire to take over Batman since nobody else really wants it. However, Tim was an amazing CEO… even if Damian has expressed his desire for all of his birthright.

“Their own thing?” Draco scoffed. “Like what?”

“Well Dick is a detective, he also teaches a gymnastics class. Jason is going to college for literature, and Tim is the current Co-CEO of the company he has been since he was seventeen… Cass doesn't want to own the company and Steph is more… well she’s a, have fun while young, kind of person. Damian’s fourteen… so he’s still in school.”

Harry then spent an hour explaining what a detective was and what college is. Then another thirty minutes on why Babs was in a wheelchair. Wow the magical world was really separated from the non magical world. He was going to send a letter to aunt Zee. Then he had Blaise explain to him why slytherin was so hated. The dark magics and the focus on traditions and the old ways. Harry asked him if there were books on the old ways and Blaise seemed honest to god shocked. He gave a list of book titles to Harry who thanked him and folded it, putting it in his notebook to see if any were in the library; if not he’d order them, Dad set up his account and he had access to spending money like an allowance, just like he did back home.

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Harry took a breath. His first day of school, he was almost late getting up as nobody woke him, he was used to Alfred, and his phone wasn’t working due to the magic though he was warned about that. He ended up running to breakfast alone. He took a seat and sighed. “Any coffee?”

“No, only the teachers drink coffee.” The girl from the other day, Jessibelle informed him.

“Oh god… Timmy would die,” Harry laughed. “He runs on coffee and pure spite.”

She cracked a smile and the two began to eat. Hedwig came in with yesterdays Gazette and Harry thanked her with some bacon. Scanning the first page he sighed “Riddlers out again, I swear Arkham needs better security.”

“Riddler?” Blaise asked.

“Gotham Rogue, to be honest he’s one of the least dangerous. If you solve his riddles he tends to go back to Arkham without a huge fuss, it’s ok. I like to keep up with the rogue activity cause my brothers and sisters are trouble magnets. Steph and Dick are Riddler’s favorite Waynes… it’s borderline creepy. Dickie is likely in Bludhaven right now though, so he’s safe.”

“Potter…” Draco sneered.

“Potter-Wayne,” Harry corrected. “Yes Malfoy?”

“You almost overslept today, not used to getting up on your own?”

Harry shrugged “We tend to run more a night shift back home so it’s weird for me, it’ll be an adjustment. With Dad doing work till late we try to do family activities in the evenings. I’ll be fine though.” A dazzling Dick Grayson smile lit up his face. He swore Draco had almost shielded his eyes. Score!

Draco sat with his two bulky bodyguards. “Are you… homesick?” Such an odd question, if Harry didn’t know better the question would seem almost kind.

“A bit, I miss how loud mornings are, when Dick is home he would be getting yelled at for swinging on the chandelier. I’ve not heard one death threat or gunshot either.” Harry smirked as Draco stared at him. “My family is rambunctious.” He shrugged, all of Gotham was used to the Waynes being crazy and wild.

“Did you say death threat?” Jessibelle asked in pure shock.

“Yeah Dami normally… something along the lines of, ‘I will murder you, Todd’ or the ever popular ‘I will wear your spine as a scarf, Drake’ it’s always fun to see if he has a new one to quip.” Harry laughed “What? He’s only half serious about his threats.” Well he was now, Harry still remembered the stab wounds Tim kept mysteriously getting… Tim really did have a tendency to make people want to kill him for some reason.

“Your household sounds weird,” Draco scoffed.

“Well… Bruce is a billionaire… who adopted a bunch of black haired orphans… we are kind of weird. Steph is the odd one out being blonde.”

“So he’s a rich muggle?” Blaise asked.

“One of the richest in the world.” Harry nodded “He’s really laid back for a guy with that much money, I think Dick sort of grounded him being from a circus then Jason was a crime alley kid so his first two went from literal rags to riches.”

“Circus?” Blaise asked. Then Harry went through Dick’s story, the show in Gotham, the rigged trapeze, his parents death, then his adoption by Brunce Wayne. Really it was all public knowledge but he really didn’t know why he just felt the desire to explain, maybe he just missed his big brother.

“Why did he even care about some gypsy?” Draco scoffed

“Never… never say that word around me again. Dick is Roma. That word is a racial slur and it’s beyond disrespectful. He cared because Dad watched his own parents get murdered in front of him too and he’s a good man.” Harry had everyone's attention. How cold his voice was scared a few of their year and most people edged away from Harry. Even Blaise and Jessibelle.

Draco was saved by the fact it was time to begin getting to class. Potions was the first class, Harry has read some of the book but he was woefully under-prepared, being muggle raised sucked in situations like this. There was so much in the book that practically demanded you have some knowledge beforehand.

“Hey Harry!”

“Ron! It’s good to see you, Potions first for you too?” Harry smiled seeing his friend.

“Yeah it’s Slytherin and Gryffindor… How is it? Being in slytherin?”

Harry shrugged “I guess the same as it would be being in Gryffindor, though I don’t think Malfoy and I have any civil feelings towards each other…”

“Malfoy’s a prat, his family and mine are kinda feuding.”

“What? For real… Wizards still do family feuds?” Harry was shocked. “I mean the Gotham elite and Metropolis sort of hate each other but no feuds…”

Harry listened to this so-called blood feud, Tim would eat this all up but it just hurt his head. “See you after class?” Ron asked and Harry nodded with a smile.

Harry really enjoyed the lecture. The promise potions brought! He could help Babs! He could help Jason maybe find a way to… to reverse the pit madness! He was almost vibrating in his seat with excitement. “Mr Potter-Wayne… some reason you are so… excitable in my lecture?” Professor Snape asked. Harry beamed.

“This is amazing, Professor!” He told the man, “I can’t help but be excited! If you are right and even a portion of what you said is true… then so much can be done with potions!” Harry didn’t miss the shock that was in the man’s dark eyes, even if it lasted only a mere moment.

“Potions tend to be more tricky with use on muggles…”

“That’s fine… my brother was dipped in a magic liquid… two of them actually during an attack from the League of Assassins… I never thought I’d find something that might just help them!” Damian and Jason both got dipped in Lazarus water… a magic water, sure he shouldn’t advertise this but, this was just too amazing. Did he just mention the league? Oh well not like anyone here knew them.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Oh sorry… My brother Damian’s mom is the daughter of the head of the League of Assassins… they have a restorative pit that heals the body but causes the mind to go mad… Jason and Damian have both been exposed to it. They have it under control! But if a potion could help get rid of the madness… Jason especially still struggles with seeing green…”

“Muggles do not have such a thing.”

“To be honest Professor, it would not shock me if the League has wizards and witches in employment.”

“Seems our current celebrity has many things to be told.” His tone made Harry curl in a bit before he remembered he was not a coward! He sat up straight and looked at Snape in his eyes. A Wayne did not shrink when challenged. Harry was not that weak little kid running from clouds of fear toxin, he was not the small child living in a cupboard! He was Harry Potter-Wayne.

Snape raised a brow and went back to the lecture as if he had never spoken to Harry. Something made his skin crawl but the excitement came back in full force as he listened. “Potter-Wayne, stay.” Snape said when class was dismissed.

“Yes Professor.” Harry said and waited for the class to be gone. He looked at the dark haired man.

“Do you need to cause a scene? Is it simply a thrill seeking behavior that makes you lie?”

“I’m not lying!” Harry said sharply. “You might find things like this as jokes but if potions can help my family, I will use them to do so. The Lazarus Pit’s are real. Jason and Damian, my brothers, both suffer from the league of assassins using the pits.” Harry glared at the older, taller and more experienced man, how does Damian stare down people like Killer Croc? Hell, how had Tim been staring down Ra’s Al Ghul since he was fifteen!? He felt like he was going to fall into the ground under this man's dark and unfeeling gaze. It was like staring into Scarecrow's mask.

“You are under a truth compulsion spell…”

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Harry’s world stood still for a few moments he couldn’t even breath. A truth compulsion? So all day? He’s been saying things he normally wouldn’t and he just put Damian in danger! What possessed him to mention Talia? He forced himself to take a breath and notice five things he could see. The stone floor the teachers robes a desk… hair? Yep someone's hair. Oh his professors? He was looking at Harry and his mouth was moving but what was he saying?

“Potter Wayne, breath.”

“‘M… breathing.” Harry finally said “Sorry professor…”

“Do you have panic attacks often?”

“Not so much anymore… it’s ok I know grounding techniques ‘s what I was doing before I could talk… five things you can see, then four things you can hear, three you can feel, two you can smell and one you can taste…”

“Ok, lets get the spell off you.”

“How can I prevent it in the future?” Harry asked, watching the teacher pull out his wand.

“If you find yourself saying things you normally wouldn’t find a teacher, the counter is too advanced for a first year.” Harry still tracked each of Snape's moves and he would search it up himself too advanced be damned.

“Thank you Professor.”

“You are turning out to be trouble Potter-Wayne, try to pretend you are a normal student as you said in the common rooms.” Snape said in a voice far snarkier than it had been just a moment before. Harry just nodded and left the room. Ron was waiting outside, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“What was that?” Ron asked

“A truth compulsion spell… guess I got hit with one this morning…” Harry said “I said some things I normally wouldn’t.”

“About your brothers?”

“Yeah… if the wrong people hear things like that… well Damian could be in danger… the LOA is not something you take lightly…” He said in a hushed voice. “Like… real bad news.”

“You know… I’m worried more about you in Gotham than here… what do you Wayne’s get into?” Ron asked.

“It comes with the city…” Harry smiled “But I’d not change anything… except maybe Joker… the world would be better if he’d just stay in Arkham…” or die… but that sounds too dark. Jason would disagree, weather or not he died Joker did beat him and blow him up and Joker tortured Tim trying to make a Joker Junior it took Tim a year to not cringe at a laugh.

Harry and Ron split up at the staircase, Harry to go to Charms and Ron to Transfiguration. Harry found charms interesting, it was something as minor as lifting things or as complex as some of the security Tim puts on his possessions. He was once more amazed. Also the sheer mention of runes was fascinating. He wanted to talk to aunt Zee about them. John wasn’t exactly the guy you asked questions.

After that he went to lunch, alone, despite Professor Snape’s warning in the common rooms. Not like any of the Slytherins seemed to stop to walk with him.

“If it isn’t the little snakling?” He looked to see two upperclassmen both wearing blue, so Ravenclaw.

“Is there something you need?” Harry asked cataloging his opponents how he wished for a utility belt, one smartly popped smoke pellet and he’d be gone before it even began to fade, thank you bat training.

The bigger of the two stepped towards him and got out his wand. “You are a disgrace to the wizarding world, going into that house. How can you even stand yourself?”

“A house is not something that defines you, simply a place with people who share a similar personality, according to the Hat it will help me go further in my family’s business.”

“The Potters were Aurors.”

“And the Wayne’s own a billion dollar company full of tech, I am both a Potter and a Wayne,” Harry said standing tall and proud. “I don’t understand why everyone makes assumptions about me based on what I did as a baby, I don’t even remember doing anything.”

Harry caught the movement the taller of the two moved enough to be threatening and Harry acted, always be proactive not reactive, Black Canary taught Young Justice that. With a swift sweep he pulled the boy's legs from under him. The robes were awkward, he had a passing thought on how the capes possibly got in the way. The other boy aimed his wand at Harry. However he was startled and his movements were too slow, So in pure Dick Grayson fashion, Harry leapt back up and kicked the older boy in the chest before relanding on his feet.

While both were down he took the opportunity to leave, ducking into the great hall. “That was wicked,” Harry jumped when two arms covering his shoulders on either side of him were Fred and George Weasley. “Where’d you learn to move like that?”

“Defense training,” Harry said “Both moves Dick taught me,” he told the two who whistled and led him to Gryffindors table. “Am I allowed to sit here?”

“No rules against it.” Fred, or was it George, said. He sat down and smiled; this felt nice, like home.

“Am I going to get in trouble for fighting?”

“Nah, you beat two upperclassmen without even drawing your wand. They'd be too embarrassed to tell a teacher.”

Harry nodded, grateful. “The only spell I know right now is the one to levitate the feather in charms, don’t think that would be too useful in a front on fight… unless I dropped a portrait on their heads.”

The twins laughed. “Well Harry, welcome to Hogwarts,” “we are sad you didn’t come to our house, but we will steal you away.” “As often as we can,” The twins switched who spoke after so often.

“I wish my brothers were as close as you are,” Harry said then frowned “On second thought it might be best they aren’t.”

“Hello Mate!” Ron sat down across the table from him. “Why are you sitting over here?”

“Your brothers wanted me to, said there's no rules against it?”

“But it isn’t done,” an older student said Harry looked at him. “You should go sit with your housemates and leave others alone.”

Both Fred and George rolled their eyes. “Shove it, Percy,” Ron added. “Harry can sit here if he wants to.”

“Percy? Wasn’t he your brother? The one who didn’t wanna eat with us?” Harry asked and Ron nodded. “He doesn't seem to be… like you.”

“He is a right stick in the mud,” Ron said “But he’s got what Mom calls middle child syndrome.”

“Oh… yeah I know Tim feels that… maybe Jason too?” Harry chuckled. “We both have a big family.”

“What do you and your brothers do?” Ron asked.

“Well… depends really? Me and Dick go out for milkshakes… Jason takes me to the shooting range or out to more… um… interesting places. Tim likes to eat with me at WE and show me what the R and D department is working on… Damian normally takes me to the park with Titus.” Harry said “But really I spend more time with Alfred playing chess, we play a game every weekend… I’m afraid I’m gonna forget how to play.”

“Chess?!” Ron lit up. “I love chess! You can play with me, if you’re good you might even last more then four or five rounds!”

Harry laughed “Alfred beats me most of the time, Tim beats me every time. However, I can beat Jason and Dick… nobody can beat Cass and Steph doesn't play. I’d love to show you what I know and you can teach me some of yours?”

“Yeah Mate, sounds brilliant.”

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As the two preteens were talking chess and the teen twins were stuffing their faces, Harry saw a familiar bird. “Socrates!” Harry laughed as the falcon dropped a box on his head. It had some weight to it. He took it before it could fall and the falcon settled onto his shoulder and started to preen his hair. Sharp beak making easy work of the tangles.

“Who’s that mate?” Ron asked.

“This is aunt Diana’s falcon, his name is Socrates. John must have told her I was going to school here.” he offered the bird some chicken that he ate happily. He opened the package and smiled, pulling out a Themascaren amulet. It was almost like a dream catcher with a tree in the middle with small gems inlaid, just about as big as his palm. “Aunt Diana is a museum curator and she also restores artifacts. This is a Themasacren amulet for protection.

He thumbed the seemingly delicate feathers hanging down from the amulet, he knew better, by the looks of it this would be just as sturdy as her lasso. He opened the letter. Written in Themysciran naturally.

Dearest Harry.

I was overjoyed to get the news of your attendance at Hogwarts, Zantana was so proud. I know you will grow into a fine warrior and harness all these new skills to their fullest. The amulet I sent is a protection, it might not work against the magic there but it will alert you to poisons and curses that are near you.

Your brothers are worried, and with the blessings of your father I sent this to you. Remember our agreement when you turn to the age thirteen I still welcome you to learn swordplay at my tutelage. I look forward to hearing of your new experiences when I see you next my little raven.

Remember your studies and do send the owl you have to give me a letter or two. As an ambassador to Themyscira I am sure I will be in an owl friendly location for you. I miss you.

Love Princess Diana of Themyscira.

Harry smiled. “I can’t understand a word,” Fred said

“Me either Forge,” George said.

“It’s written in Themysciran, Aunt Diana has taught me to read it when I was younger, it’s something we always do when we send letters, keeps us in practice.” A picture of Aunt Diana and Uncle Clark was there too. “This is Aunt Diana, and the man next to her is Uncle Clark. They aren’t really related by blood but they are family anyway.” He then pulled out a newspaper clipping. An interview with Bruce Wayne by Clark Kent. He would read it in private.

“He’s built like a mountain! He’s bigger than your dad and brother!” Ron exclaimed.

“He was raised on a farm, hard work… he still helps out at the farm but he’s a journalist now.”

“Muggle pictures are so… still.” Ron said.

“Yeah,” Harry laughed. “You guy’s pictures move like your paintings?”

“Yeah,” Ron nodded and handed the picture back. Harry pet Socrates one last time before he flew off. “Your shoulder ok?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, he’s super careful of his talons, sometimes they prick but under the robes I didn’t even feel it at all.” Harry laughed “I used to race Sorcates around the yard when he came with Aunt Diana to visit. I never won.”

“How big is your family?” Ron asked.

“Well…. Big? We have a really large extended family.” Tim’s Young Justice, Damian’s teen Titans, Dicks titans and The outlaws… The birds of prey too. The justice league as well, well most of them… wow Harry knew almost every hero. Most were basically family. “My brothers attract people, all of them, but Dick’s the most charismatic.”

“Even the stabby one?” Ron made a motion like a stab.

Harry laughed “The ones he attracts are kinda scary, he’s dating a girl named Raven. She has magic too, we have magic users in the family. Just not this kind of magic she doesn’t use or need a wand, she just incants and well… focuses. Needless to say, we know how to keep things a secret.”

“Really? How many witches and wizards do you know?” Fred asked.

“Gosh… um… aunt Zee and her dad… John of course, Raven…Nabu,” J’onn and M'gann didn’t count right? “I can’t really think of more on the spot like this. They don’t call themselves witches and wizards… well John doesn’t and Aunt Z and her dad call themselves magicians. Damian calls Raven a witch girl when they are being pouty at each other. Only aunt Zee uses a wand and only when she wants to use stored energy, she talks backwards for her magic. She doesn't have to, she just explained it helps her to focus her magic. She taught me a few words because I was curious. Like… be gone, enog eb, or Stop and disappear raeppasid dna pots.”

“Wicked,” The twins said at once, grinning. Harry blushed and began eating so he didn’t end up embarrassing himself more. Fred and George began trying to speak backwards and Ron looked annoyed but continued to talk to Harry about chess and an odd sport played on brooms, Quidditch, it sounded a lot like soccer to him. After lunch Ron took Harry to the library and they got out a chess set to play. The moving set was amazing, and Ron was really very good!

Harry held his own but he still lost two out of three. Then their free period was over and they had to go to their final classes of the day. On his way to the greenhouse he saw the grounds keeper. “Harry… er I wanted to give ya’ a letter… if tha’s ok?”

“Of course.” Harry smiled and took the folded letter from the frankly huge man, he had to be even bigger than Killer Croc. The man thanked him and awkwardly excused himself. Curious Harry opened the letter. It was an invitation for tea at the ground keepers hut. It was set for after dinner with a promise to have him back by curfew if he decided to go.

Curiosity pretty much guaranteed he would be going.

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The greenhouse was amazing, he would tell Ivy about it. All these wonderful plants that hopefully weren't going to accidentally release a cuddle pollen variant, he’s only been hit twice but he’s seen all his family react to it. Decidedly not fun. The teacher was a short, portly woman and he quite liked her. She was very animated and seemed nice. This class was mostly on safety and how to handle emergency situations. Very useful information.

Tim would love this! He wrote down the different types of gloves so he would remember to possibly order some if he wanted to do more then the minimum the class offered. Likely he would, after all he liked gardening, this would be like a gardening club inside a class!

After class he found Fred and George in the hall and the three walked to dinner together. The two were still practicing talking backwards and Harry laughed at them.This was nice. It was almost like home. They were so happy and energetic, reminding him a lot of speedsters. Wally and Bart most of all. He wondered if they would get along. He was broken from his thoughts when he was drawn into a conversation about his classes that day.

Harry wasn’t bothered by Percy this time as he sat at the Gryffindor table with Ron and his brothers. Harry felt relaxed. He told Ron about the foods Alfred would make and he promised to invite them over to the manor during Summer so he could taste some of Alfred's famous Sunday crepes. After dinner he asked for directions to the GamesKeepers hut. Fred and Geeorge gave him detailed if not confusing directions.

Harry was still able to find the hut from the twins' animated directions. It was different then anything Harry has ever seen for sure. He knocked and heard a booming bark and he couldn’t help but smile. The man, Hagrid opened the door and ?Harry smiled. “Hello sir, thank you for your invitation.”

“Ah of course come on in!” Harry was let in and sat on a very large chair. The dog was a bloodhound. “That’s Fang, don’ worry he’s friendly.”

“And very handsome, hello Fang.” Harry greeted letting the dog sniff his hand before he began to pet him.

“Yeh are just as sweet as yer mum.”

“You knew my mom?” Harry asked looking up as Hargrid sat down and set a cup in front of Harry on the table.

“And yer Dad.” He nodded “Good people, I miss ‘em ya’ look just like yer Dad.”

Harry blinked “I… I’ve never been told about either of my blood parents… my Dad… Bruce, the man who adopted me, tried to track down information about them but he couldn’t find a lot. He did track down my aunt and uncle, they told him my parents died in a car crash…”

“A car crash? A car crash would never kill Lily or James Potter!” Harry was shocked at the anger in the man’s booming voice. “Yer parents fought against… he who must not be named, they were brave and strong, an’ they loved you more than anythin’.”

“Upperclass Ravenclaws told me they were Aurors… what's an Auror?” Harry asked.

“They are like… like what Muggles call cops,” Hagrid told Harry who sipped the hot very bitter tea. “They protected the whole wizarding world, fighting the death eaters… they even fought… him… three times and they got away each time… till the one when you was a baby.”

“I heard that story…” Harry admitted the warmth of the cup in his hands was welcome as he felt so cold, his parents died protecting the world… his new family risked their life just like his birth ones did. “How did you know them?”

“I worked at Hogwarts, like I do now, when they was in school! I knew the Potter’s and watched James grow up!” He said happily. “James was so in love with Lily it was almost love at first sight, although… she wasn’t so easily won over, she had a fire in her she did.”

Harry smiled and pet Fang when his head found its way in Harry’s lap. “I’m glad to hear they were good people. I was always curious, I've never even seen a picture of my parents…”

“Here,” Hagrid shuffled through a few books. “Here!” he opened a book and handed Harry a photo it had alot of people in it, this one here was yer mum and eres yer dad.” He pointed them out everyone in the picture was moving and smiling. Harry swallowed back tears.

“You are in this picture.” He said pointing at Hagrid. “That is Professor Dumbledore.”

“Yeah… these were the hero’s of the last war, they called ‘emselves The Order. They fought against you Know Who..”

“Do you know his real name?” Harry asked “This He Who Must Not Be Named man?”

Hagrid fiddled with his beard and Harry saw how uncomfortable he was. “I do…”

“Can you tell me?”

Hagrid fidgeted. He leaned in like it was a secret and they weren’t alone in his cabin. “Vol… Voldemort.” He spoke the word as if it had poisoned him.

“Voldemort?” Harry repeated and Hagrid flinched and shushed him. “Why are we afraid of his name? Isn’t he gone now?” Harry asked. This fear of a name was really not common to him. Voldemort… it didn’t sound familiar and was likely an alias and not a real name.

“He was evil… ‘Arry he was the worst sort of evil the worlds ever seen.”

Harry had a hard time believing that. The world was full of evil. “Don’t you have heroes that save you from evil?” He asked, for sure the magic world knew about John and Zatanna right? Dr Fate? Nabu? Even the magical villains?

Hagrid blinked “Hero’s? Aurors are heroes.”

“But no capes?” Harry asked and blinked at the blank expression Hagrid gave him. “You guys don’t know about super hero’s at all?”

“I don’ know what yer askin’ ‘Arry.”

“Wow…” Harry said shocked he shook his head. “In the muggle world there are people with… special skills and powers who put on uniforms and go hunting evil so the normal people like me can be safe and not worry. In Gotham we have Batman and the Bat Clan… in Metropolis there's the Supers… every place has their own heroes and together they are the Justice League.” or some variant of but that was too complicated for a first introduction.

“I’ve never heard of it.” Hagrid admitted. Harry rummaged through his bag and took out the Gotham Gazette and flipped it open to Riddler's main article. “Here, this paper is from Gotham, it’s about one of their villains…”

Hagrid took it and had to get something to help him see the fine print. “This is normal for muggles?”

“Some yeah.” Harry said he watched Hagrid's face. The man was an open book with every emotion on full display. “The magic world is really out of touch with the muggle one aren’t they?”

“Yeah… Professor Dumbledore is tryin’ tah fix that. Bring the worlds together… but I don’ know if he knows about crazy muggles… and riddles…”

Harry shrugged “I mean everywheres different. I’m sure the Wizarding world has a lot of different areas too with different people in it.” He hoped at least, if all of the world was the same as this one, poor Professor Dumbledore might have his work cut out for him to integrate muggles and magicals. Hagrid handed him the paper back and Harry stashed it in his bag.

“I’d like to be able to talk to ya more if yeh want tah.” Hagrid said and Harry smiled nodding.

“I’d love to Hagrid, maybe you can tell me stories of mom and dad, and I can tell you all about Muggle heroes and about my family.”

Hagrid smiled “Yeah I think I’d like tha’ alot.” He took Harry back to the school before curfew, as promised, and Harry waved before going into the common rooms. Wow he had a lot he needed to tell his family!

Chapter Text

Harry sat on his bed cross legged with parchment and an actual pen, he could use a quill but it was just not as comfortable. Chewing on the end he had to think what he would write to his family. Would he write separate letters? Well… yes, it would be more work but everyone would want to hear things differently because it’s just how they are. Also, it would make it more meaningful.

“What are you doing?” Blaise asked setting up his bed for sleep.

“Writing home,” Harry hummed. “I promised I would write, and if I don’t I have a feeling they would find their way to Hogwarts just to check on me,” he laughed. It was mostly a joke… mostly.

Blaise hummed and laid down. “I’m an only child; most wizards are or only have one sibling.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Why have more children when you already have an heir? IT just means more fighting in a family for status and power.” Blaise shrugged “Also a lot of pureblood families are in arranged marriages and only have the one required heir. Now if a family has a witch first they will try for a boy.”

Harry made a face. “That is medieval in logic. That or it’s just too political for me. Dad’s never cared, after all I’m the youngest and I have just as much inheritance as my other siblings, but I want to make my own way just like they are.” most of them… Steph is still too wild to be settled and taking care of herself.

“Is that how all muggles are?” Blaise asked.

Harry shook his head. “No… but the ones who aren't are one of the one percent who are super wealthy and stuck up. Dad might be part of that one percentile when it comes to his fortune, but he’s nothing like those stuffy elite.”

Blaise hummed softly. “Potter-Wayne… you are nothing like I expected you to be.”

“Yeah? I seem to be getting that a lot lately. I am just me, what you see is what you get. I’m just your average eleven year old son of a billionaire from Gotham.” Harry grinned a bit and Blaise laughed.

“Goodnight average son of a billionaire.”

Harry laughed as well. “Night.” he said and closed his curtains so he would not disturb his dorm mates. “Lumos,” he watched as his wand's tip lit up and he smiled. “I can get used to this.”

He looked back at the blank parchment. Dad first.

Dear Dad,

This school is crazy, it’s so big you could fit the manor and G.A inside it with miles to spare. (I’m not even going to tell you about the giant lake or Forbidden Forest!) I was sorted by a talking hat who evaluated my mind to find the perfect house. I’m a Slytherin. From what I read it means I am cunning and sly, or have the means to be so.

Ron was a gryffindor, the house for bravery all his brothers are too. I also need to talk to you about the groundskeeper Hagrid, he knew my parents even told me a bit about them. They fought He Who Must Not be Named, who’s name is Voldemort. They were part of a team called The Order. I also learned they were the wizarding worlds equivalent to cops. Aurors.

I miss you so much. I knew I would but I never thought it would be this bad. It’s too… quiet, and so many people have pre existing views on who and what I should be. I am still having to correct people on my name, I’ve never felt so ready to drop the Potter and just be a Wayne before now.

I can not wait for the holidays where I get to come home and see you. Please keep me posted on the Gotham nightlife, and thanks for the Gazette. Try to keep Steph from actively attempting to get kidnapped by Riddler again.

Love you, Harry Potter Wayne.

Dearest Alfred,

I miss your cooking. The food here is good but it’s just not as good as yours. Though you’d love the castle, it has paintings that move and candles that float and not a drop of wax gets anywhere, it’s like Magic. Pun intended. The library is massive, we’d lose Jason in it in a heartbeat. Though Timmy would hate it there's no technology at all, or electricity, it’s all magic.

I also told Ron about our games of chess and he’s agreed to help me keep my skills sharp so when I come home I won’t be too rusty to play a good game, who knows maybe I’ll get good enough to beat you!

I miss you more and more every minute I’m away. I love you Alfie.

Love, Harry.

Hello Dickie!

I miss you! When I come home for the holidays I will need to get extra octopus hugs! And a movie night full of family cuddles! This is a demand not a request! You’d love it here, the ceilings are so high up, and the castle is huge with a lot of windows. You’d give every teacher a heart attack jumping from the gargoyles here.

You know I took a train to school… but after we had to ride on flying carriages pulled by these odd horse creatures, then we had to row boats across a huge lake! I heard a rumor there's a giant squid in the lake protecting the castle!

I’ve not made a lot of friends yet but it’s only the first week you know? I did meet a man who knew my parents though. His name is Hagrid and he is huge! I mean I thought Clark and Dad were big but he’s got like two feet on them!

I got to see a picture with my mom and dad in it, I do look alot like my birth dad. They were cops! Well they call them Aurors but still, it’s good to know they were the good guys.

I love you Dickie, I miss you so much, the twins remind me of you. Ron’s brothers Fred and George. They have your energy and you could corrupt them by teaching them that 1000 volt smile of yours nobody would be safe again.

I’ll see you on the holidays! I’ll write a lot too!

Love Sparks.

Jay!

The library here is bigger than Wayne Manor! I was so overwhelmed when I first saw it today! I will try to find out the best books for you to read, cause I know you are already over half through with that stack you had dad buy.

Make sure to send me family updates, I know you won’t sugar coat things. Because you’re the cool brother right? Also since you are the cool brother think you could send me some smoke bombs? I sort of got into a fight today. Seems people aren’t happy I don;t meet the standards they thought I would when I was one and defeated some old madman.

Don’t worry though, I kicked serious butt. I didn’t even get a scratch! However… Being prepared would make me feel better. Miss you Jay, don’t forget to take care of yourself or I’ll send a letter to Roy and Artimus and I know they will make you take care of yourself!

Love your favorite little brother!

Hello Cass,

The people here are super strange, it’s like a gala all the time for the kids in my house. Slytherin. There are so many things to see here, there are ghosts that walk around and talk to us. I haven’t stopped to talk with one yet but I saw them. The paintings move and talk too. It’s amazing.

In one class I might learn about runes! It might be fun to learn, maybe we can make a code language just the two of us using runes and meanings! I think it would be super cool. I really wish I could call you or face time but nothing electric works here, not even my watch. I’m going to have to get an old battery powered watch or just one you wind up.

Miss you, you’re my favorite sister.
Love Harry.

Hey Tim,

I miss you and I really hope you are remembering coffee is not a substitute for sleep! They don’t even let us have coffee here, you’d die. The foods not as good as Alfie’s anyway. The people here are just as bad as the elite, at least my house is, I used your Timothy Wayne persona and I straight up sent Ron into a giggle fit!

I am a Slytherin. I am the only muggle raised wizard in my house. They also have a lot of silly thoughts about what I should be. I was supposed to be a goodie goodie like more of a boy scout then Uncle Clark. Something they call the light. I know I cringed too.

Voldemort is the real name of the wizard I defeated as a baby, he was being fought by something called the Order and my parents were part of it! Hagrid is the groundskeeper and he knew my parents, I even got to see a picture of them.

Miss you Tim, try not to get hurt! Sleep and eat as often as you can remember. Don’t make me send a long sappy letter to Conner.

Love the sweetest of your little brothers. Harry Potter Wayne.

Hey Purple People Eater,

Steph! They have jelly beans that LITERALLY come in every flavor. I got one that tasted straight up like I imagine licking Ace Chemicals to taste like, then another was cherry. I am going to send you a box, maybe we can see if we can get all the flavors between the two of us?

I miss our Waffle Wednesdays already. I will have to be with you in spirit! Tell me what the new monthly flavors are! Maybe when I’m home for the holidays Alfie will let us try to make some in the manor.

Short I know. You and I will have to send letters without the family ones, so we can have plausible deniability to the plans or lack thereof in the private letters between us.

Love you sis, PS… send me some glitter. Like the really fine grade that never goes away.
Harry, your beloved trouble twin.

Dear Damian,

I miss you Akhi, The people here are going to take a while for me to get used to. Give Alfred the cat an extra treat on wet food Wednesday for me, I used to always sneak one so they would sit with me for a little while after they ate. I want them to keep in the habit when I come home! Tidus always got one piece of bacon too!

Though I saw an odd animal here, it’s like a horse… but thin and with sharp teeth. It was one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen. Also the paintings in the halls move, and the people in them can talk. It makes me grateful the pictures in the manor don’t talk, could you imagine what the walls have seen since dad was a kid? I was wondering if we can keep up our language lessons? I need to practice writing it too after all.

I am really excited that you are teaching me Arabic! I do not want to miss out on this important knowledge just because I’m in a boarding school. Preparedness is the prerequisite to victory after all. Right?

I miss you,
Love Harry

Dear Selina,

You would love it here, there are so many cats. So many one of a kind moving pictures. The pictures even talk. Take care of everyone, we all know you are the sensible one. I miss you, I hope Dad is being good to you.

I know this is a short letter… but I miss everyone so much. I miss home so much, I will tell you all about classes and things when I actually get going.

See you soon,
Your kitten.

He looked at the time and sighed, it has already been most of the night but it’ll be fine. He wrote less personal letters, a thank you letter to John for how he helped get everything settled. A thank you letter to Diana with the assurance he was still looking forward to learning swordsmanship under the tutelage of an Amazon. Then he wrote a letter to Zatanna asking her what she knew about runes.

With a yawn he folded each letter and sealed them in their own envelopes. He would send all to Wayne manor and his dad would hand them all out or send them where they needed to be. The recipient's name signed on the front of each envelope.

He had so many people he wanted to talk to right now. He missed them, he missed Gotham. However he did have to sleep. Before breakfast he trotted up to the owlery to send his letters home. “Take these to Wayne Manor please, Dad will give out the ones who arent there for me,”

Hedwig gave a soft hoot and nibbled his thumb and he fed her a treat before watching her and the letters disappear into the sky. He smiled and ran into Blaise and another Slytherin who was an upperclassmen and he didn’t know his name. “Hey, we were on our way to the great hall.” Blaise said. “This is Greggor, he’s the fifth year prefect.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Harry said with a gala smile. “May I walk with you since I am going the same way?”

“I don’t see why not,” Blaise smiled but Harry saw how Greggor stiffened even if it was only a small motion. “You going to sit with the lions? You’re gonna make more enemies than friends doing that.”

Harry gave a soft shrug. “I’m friends with three of them, I met them before coming to school. I honestly don’t see why all the houses don’t mix for lunch. It would mean more people to befriend and more connections for the future.”

“The only people worth settling connections with are in Slytherin,” Greggor said, voice dripped with venom.

“That’s never true, sometimes the best things are from the most overlooked places.” Harry said and smiled softly “Like my family. Who would have thought I’d find a family in Gotham?”

“Gotham…” Blaise said “What is it like?”

“It’s a city… it’s full of people and tall buildings, it’s almost always raining and dark… theres always something going on somewhere in the city. It never sleeps is what Dad says.” Harry smiled “I’ll see if Tim will send me some pictures, he loves to photograph Gotham’s abstract beauty.”

Harry chatted with Blaise about Wayne Tower and Wayne Tech till they got to the great hall and he broke off to go sit with Ron and his brothers.

Chapter Text

First class of the day was Griffindor and Slytherin Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry sat next to Ron. The teacher struck Harry as odd, he moved in jerky little steps and seemed to be faking an overly paranoid demenous and it was quite obviously faked. Then the stutter, could it be anymore forced? However, Harry didn’t know why someone would fake these things. However, it was highly distracting.

Harry looked at Ron and passed a note. “Do you know why he’s faking a stutter?”

Ron shrugged “Didn’t know he was faking.” was written quickly.

Harry just looked at his book trying to tune out the stuttering teacher he’d do better teaching himself this particular class. He had no proof Professor Quirrel was faking other than it being obvious to someone who actually has been around people who stuttered when he helped Jason in Crime Alley passing food out to the street kids.

After the class Harry sighed and looked at Ron, “I think this class became a self study.”

“Yeah the stuttering is really annoying… what makes you think it’s fake though?” Ron asked, sloppily packing his bag stuffing the books back in.

“I’ve been around people who have a stutter… he’s forcing it, too unnatural sounding and it’s not just on certain letters or sounds but random and it only seems to affect them at random. One sentence will have S sounds perfectly the next he will stutter it. That’s not how it works.” Well he wasn't an expert or anything but this was so obvious.

Ron shrugged, “Maybe muggles stutter differently?”

“That’s a possibility I suppose… What’s your next class?”

“Herbology,” Ron said.

“Oh I had that yesterday, I’m off to muggle studies… this ought to be interesting.” Harry rolled his eyes. Ron laughed and wished him luck as they separated.

Muggle studies was a nightmare, really the teacher has obviously never seen a muggle home or been in a muggle area. Seriously… he was tempted to take a nap during this particular class. He glanced up however when he was called to explain a clock.

Harry felt his brain melting and draining out his ears. However, when he was asked to explain he decided to pull a Tim. He began to talk about the inner gear workings, he and Tim did put together an old table clock once when Tim was having JJ flashbacks, it helped to keep him focused on something. “I could demonstrate if you have a working gear clock?”

“Oh no need no need, that was more than enough Mr Potter Wayne.” The teacher said with an obvious flush, Harry seems to have embarrassed him somehow.

Harry gave a polite nod of his head and began to doodle on some parchment. Pictures of Domino masks. You’d be shocked at how many different styles there were for such a simple piece of identity protection.

Lunch would be a welcome relief but he was stopped by Malfoy. “I bet you love it, Potter, a full class about Muggles.”

“Potter Wayne. To be honest it’s so dreadfully incorrect I’m still in shock… is there a wizard study for muggle-raised students?” Harry asked. Malfoy seemed taken back by what Harry said but for the life of him he didn’t know why, it was an honest question. “It seems like it would be useful, is all I was getting at…”

“You would take a wizarding Studies Class?”

“Of course, I know about the muggle world, it’s the magical one that has me baffled. Shouldn’t we both learn about each other's worlds? It would be the best way to integrate both cultures.” It seemed logical to him anyway.

“As if you want to know Potter!” Malfoy turned and stalked away without Harry being able to say anything else. He tilted his head before shrugging. It was lunch time anyway and after two brain rotting classes he needed actually intelligent conversations. Desperately.

Fred and George snuck up on him. Well they tried and he let them think they did, they were not near as quiet as Tim could be, Tim was so silent he swears he floats instead of walks. “Hello mate!” They said both draped arms around his shoulders. “So how was class?”

“I feel like I got dumber.” Harry laughed as the twins did. “Wanna walk to Lunch together?”

“Yes,” “It’s why we” “searched you out.”

“Thanks, I feel so much safer with my two red haired knights escorting me.”

“Why thank you,” “You’re imperial Majesty” “All hail!” “Lord Harry Potter Wayne!” “From Gotham!” “Land of the scary stabby children!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. They skipped down the hall at an odd gait as the twins were quite a bit taller than him. At Lunch he sat at the table and laughed as the twins kept on fighting over who would be the official food tester. “What are they on about?”

“Evidently I made a joke and they ran away with it.” Ron made a face and Harry laughed more. Though a literal portal opened over Harry’s head dropping a box. “Ow… thanks John…” he muttered as the portal disappeared.

“Wicked!” The twins both said at once.

“John likes to be a show off sometimes,” Harry looked at the package it was wrapped in newspapers from like forever ago, and twine. He pulled on the twine and pushed the paper off and inside was a wooden box when opened there was a mirror the size of a phone with a list of names next to it. It was his family and a lot of the extended family. Harry tilted his head and looked for a note. He found it in John's scribbles.

“A phone, spelled to survive you crazy bat kids. All the names have a mirror just say the name, for the sake of my sanity do it now!”

Harry laughed “My family is driving John nutty… lets see, Dad's likely bussy… Dick too… hum, who is the least busy…” Harry asked. “Timothy Drake Wayne.” He said into the mirror and it rang like an old cell phone till there was a groggy face in the mirror. “Tim!”

“Hey…” Tim said and sipped some coffee. “So John sent you the mirror phone?”

“Yeah!” Harry said happily. “You look like a racoon… when did you sleep last?”

“60 hours ago… I’m gonna sleep when I’m done with this power point for the next board meeting.”

“You better or I’m calling Connor, he has a phone too.”

“Hi Tim!” The twins cheered and leaned over Harry’s shoulder to look at Tim.

“Fred, George, taking care of my little brother?”

“Yes sir!” They saluted the mirror and began to fight about the food tasting again, after all they had to check for poisons.

Harry felt tears behind his eyes, he missed his family. “So good to see you… tell everyone to call me! I’ll answer if I’m not in class anytime of the day! Or night!”

“I know, Harry, are you enjoying school?” Tim was focused on him again. Tim would catch even the smallest lie.

“Some of it, some of it sucks… Muggle studies is a joke and our Defense teacher is all… wrong.” Tim perked up and the dull gray eyes seemed to get a spark.

“How so?” Tim asked.

“He’s faking paranoia and a serious stutter, it’s so obvious it’s a bit painful to watch,” Harry sighed “That class will be 100% a self study class and that sucks because I love defense classes normally.”

Tim hummed and looked at something off to the side Harry couldn’t see. “I think your owl got here, Dick just screamed like a little girl.”

Harry laughed “I’m sorry, the owl thing will be so hard for him… but I thought he’d be back in Bludhaven?”

“Case brought him to Gotham, undercover.”

“Ah, well… I’ll get off before Dickie explodes, love you Timber.”

“Love you too Short Stack.”

The call ended and Harry couldn’t stop the tears. “You ok mate?” Ron asked him and watched him.

“Y…yeah, just homesick.” Harry admitted “I’m gonna have to thank John big time for this. Like I will owe him till I’m eighteen at the earliest for this.”

Chapter Text

The rest of the day was nice. He felt the weight and warmth of the mirror in his pocket. A key to home, a way to talk to his family to make sure they were safe and sound. He also found he really liked the Transfiguration teacher she could turn into a cat, he could maybe learn that trick. Wouldn’t that be something if Harry could become a literal bat? He couldn’t help but hum as he walked down the halls.

He ducked into the library it was six pm here… what time would it be in Gotham? A four hour difference so it was two pm. Damian was still at school. Dad would be at work. Dick should be working but it was always a toss up, he’s already talked to Tim. So he grinned and went to sit in front of one of the giant shelves and called Jason. It was nice to talk to Jason, who was also in a library, their mirrors looked just like normal phones so he didn’t have to hide his. Jason went outside for a smoke while talking to Harry.

Cass poked her head into the call and Harry talked to her by signing as he talked and getting smiles from his big sister. He had to end the call to go to dinner. Jason and Cass told him to not be a stranger.

“Harry! Can I walk with you?” Harry looked to see Hermione.

“Sure, Hermione.”

She smiled “It’s nice to talk to another muggle raised person once in a while. There's really not a who lot of us.”

“Really? I mean I know I’m the only one in Slytherin but I thought there'd be more around in other houses.”

“Hanging out with a mudblood Potter?” Draco came out of nowhere with his two lackeys.

“Potter Wayne, it’s not that hard.” Harry muttered and looked at him “Who I decide to spend my time with has nothing to do with you. Also do refrain from using derogatory names; it makes you look common.”

Malfoy’s cheeks flushed an angry red. Harry gently moved, putting himself between Hermione and the three Slytherins. She was a girl after all, Cass and Steph would never let him live if he let her get hurt in a petty little bully showdown. “You are a disgrace Potter!” Draco had his wand out and Harry’s amulet glowed a warning. He pushed the girl out of the way as he ducked the blue spell.

“And your aim sucks.” Harry shot back. “Hermione please keep yourself safely away from this degenerate. I will handle him, I’m a Gothamite after all.” Harry cracked his knuckles “And you are no threat.” He looked square at Malfoy and Hermione ran off promising to get a teacher.

This is how Harry found himself playing dodge the three strings of light from the trio’s wands. It’s just like Damian says, keep your eyes open, make sure you are aware of your surroundings. Peripherals are important, don’t let your poor eyesight be a reason to slack off.

Harry found his opening and rushed forward, his fist connecting to Malfoy’s nose and he spun to kick Goyal in the groin before he spun again to avoid a curse from Crabbe and it hit Goyal making his skin bubble up in blisters.

“Potter Wayne!” Harry looked to see Professor Snape glide towards them followed by Hermione who looked out of breath she must have ran to find him. “The four of you in my office now. Thank you Miss Granger now I will handle things from here.” A spell fixed Malfoy’s nose and removed the curse from Goyal though the blisters were still there.

Harry held himself tall. “Thank you Hermione,” he gave her a reassuring smile. “See you later?” She nodded and looked relieved and he followed his head of house, he felt wrong having his back to Malfoy and his goons but they wouldn’t do anything in front of a teacher right?

They all entered his office. “He punched me in the face Professor!” Draco said aggravated as soon as the door shut. “My father will hear about this Potter.”

“Potter Wayne!” Harry snapped “and I assure you so will mine, if we want a who’s father is scarier well yours might think he will win because he’s a wizard but my dad’s one of the most powerful men in the muggle world and we are friends of the family with JOHN FUCKING CONSTANTINE! You know the one man army vs the forces of evil.”

“Five points from Slytherin for language and Mr Malfoy ten points for starting a fight in the halls like a stupid Griffindor!” Snape snapped. “John Constantine is a myth.”

Harry blinked “I’m sorry… what?”

“A myth Potter Wayne, a fabrication of tales spoken by foolishly naive people.”

“But he’s not… he’s one of Dad’s poker buddies… they play like once a month. I can call him right now if you want he gave me a mirror phone.”

“You expect me to believe you?” Snape sneered. Harry rolled his eyes he just couldn’t help it.

“You guys live under rocks, Hagrid doesnt know who the Justice League is! Now you don’t know Uncle John.” He shook his head and pulled out the mirror. “John Constantine. I hope he’s not busy.” The mirror vibrated three times before John answered.

“You alright? I told you to call your family, not me, mini bat.”

“You are family John… but seriously do you know I just got told you were a myth?”

“For fucks sake,” John ran a hand through his hair “I’m not drunk enough for this. They still going on about that? I only saved their asses! Ungrateful sodding blighters. Next time I’m letting hell stay open in their precious Gringotts, See how much of a myth I am after that!”

“Who are you?” Snape asked, coming around to look through the mirror.

“John Constantine, the myth… it seems. Who are you?” John poured himself a glass of some dark liquor and shot it down. “Nevermind I don’t care. Why’d you really call Harry?”

“Malfoy seems to think because Dad’s a muggle he can pull rank on me with his dad… he threw curses at me and I punched him in the nose. I broke it too, Professor Snape fixed it though.”

John let out a loud laugh “Malfoy? Lucius Malfoy’s welp? Oh that’s rich! Your dad would eat that whole family alive!”

“That’s what I said!”

“You know my father!” Draco squeaked and Snape glowered at the mirror.

“I’ve had enough of this, put up your mirror Potter Wayne.”

“I’ll write, thanks uncle John.”

John nodded “See you kid also… you’re a prick.” He gave Snape the one finger salute and the mirror went back to being a normal mirror. Harry put it back in his pocket and crossed his arms.

“I’m not a liar, Professor.”

“Regardless… this back and forth between you both needs to stop, you are Slytherins, act like it.” Snape looked at them then to Crabbe and Goyal. “All four of you will be having detention this Saturday after dinner cleaning cauldrons.”

“Yes Professor.” Harry said right as Malfoy shouted “That’s not fair!”

Snape raised a brow and looked at Draco. “Slytherins do not fight like common thugs in the halls, we do not fight our housemates; and if we do, we do it in secret. You know this Mr Malfoy.”

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The one good thing about Malfoy getting in trouble was he avoided Harry. Hermione and Ron were both upset he got in trouble but he really was ok with it. Thus Hermione joined their table banter. It was good having a girl around she was rather witty too reminding him a lot of Babs but younger and a tad bit more know it all.

He didn’t tell his dad about the detention because then he’d have to admit to fighting at school. Though Blaise got to meet Dick and Tim as they were on a call when the other boy came in. “Your family sure is animated.”

“Dick is always full of energy, Tim calls him the golden retriever of the family.”

“A dog?” Blaise asked and Harry laughed but explained the whole golden retriever stereotype. “You make him sound like some form of… ball of light.”

“Yeah he pretty much is,” Harry laughed “He’d be a total Hufflepuff, loyal to a fault sweet as marshmallows with a hidden temper that could rival volcanoes.”

“And you aren’t upset that one of your brothers would be a hufflepuff? Have you thought of houses for all of them?”

“I’m not upset at all. I love my family, but yeah I sort of had fun sorting them in my head.” Harry beamed. “Dad’s a Slytherin who acts like a Hufflepuff, Dicks a Hufflepuff sure and true, Jason is like a Gryffindor with serious slytherin tendencies… Timmy would be a Ravenclaw hands down, Damian would be a Slytherin no doubt at all.

My sisters were harder to place but I know Babs would be a Ravenclaw… Steph I can’t decide between Gryffindor or Slytherin… I just can’t she’s so much like both depending on the situation…. Cass would be a Slytherin but she’d likely out sly the whole house! Salena would be a Ravenclaw and Alfred fought in a war and now handles our household; he is pure courage, so a Gryffindor.”

“Your family is a melting cauldron of people,” Blaise said.

“Yep, we are a… bunch of misfits really. Tim’s boyfriend Conner, Dicks girlfriend Kori and Damian’s Girlfriend Raven are super strange, but since all of us are so different our arms and hearts are wide open.”

“Your fathers ok your brother liked a bloke?”

“Sure why not? Jason’s dating Roy and Artemis, it was harder to convince dad to let Damian date at all because he’s a kid and Dad’s so protective. He couldn’t care less the gender of who we like, though if they treat us wrong there will be bloodshed.” Harry laughed and Blaise looked at him “The shovel talks are hilarious.”

“Shovel talk?” Blaise asked with a confused look on his face.

“Oh it’s where the family talks to the significant other and threatens them with bodily or mental harm if they ever hurt the family member in question. I was there when Jason gave Connor the shovel talk! He shot three warning shots right between Kon’s legs.” Kryptonite bullets too, Tim was so pissed.

So Blaise and Harry talked about Shovel talks, Blaise telling him some of his mothers partners and how he actually gave one a shovel talk. They talked till it got late and the entire dorm was asleep. Harry liked blaise he wasn’t a bad guy.

Saturday came and Harry found himself in the potions classroom. Malfoy Crabbe and Goyal with him. “You will scrub the cauldrons by hand, all of them.” Snape sneered.

“Yes Sir,” Harry said and went to get to work ignoring Draco’s bellyaching. This was like cleaning up the kitchen after Bruce and Dick tried to make cake, the pots were just as sticky. He hummed as he cleaned then chuckled when he realized he was singing disney songs, more specifically Cinderella’s a dream is a wish your heart makes.

“What has you laughing, Potter!?” Draco demanded.

“Potter Wayne,” Harry said “I was humming a song from a princess who was forced to clean by her horrible step family. I just found it funny. A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.” Just to annoy Draco he began to sing the song as he cleaned.

“This is not choir Potter Wayne,” Snape said coming in.

“Sorry we always hummed or sang when we cleaned, also, please could you see if I got that one stubborn spot? It’s just at an awkward angle,” Harry said, still all sunshine in his voice.

Draco scoffed “You say your family is wealthy, why do you clean?”

Harry chuckled “Because we can, we got two perfectly good hands. We should use them.” Alfred would say that often when Damian would complain. “You have two perfectly capable hands young sir, I will not allow lazy boys to live under this roof.”

“You’re cleaning is acceptable Potter Wayne,” Snape said Harry has cleaned three to every one of Malfoys and all of his were spotless. Harry preened a bit at the praise. Snape reminded him of Damian, so if he said acceptable it was high praise indeed. After detention Harry went to the library to snag a few books.

He snagged a book on familiars and one on Hogwarts’ wards, curiosity mostly. Back at the dorm Draco was hamming up how much pain he was in his hands had been ‘rubbed raw’ by harsh cleaning chemicals. Harry rolled his eyes and sat down in front of the fire to read.

“If it isn’t the boy who lies! He says his father is rich but he happily sang while cleaning like some drunk house elf.”

Harry sighed. “I told you already, Alfred doesn’t let us get lazy and useless, we are Wayne’s. That holds a certain expectation of being a successful and hands on person in elite society. Dad has calluses on calluses because he works, he is a great man.”

Draco was laughing at him. “Sure thing poor pauper Potter.”

“Potter Wayne…” Harry said and his mirror vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket. “Hi dad!”

Bruce Wayne was in the mirror smiling “Hey Harry, how’s your first weekend at Hogwarts?”

Draco scoffed “Is it your little muggle daddy calling you making sure you’re safe away from home?”

Harry rolled his eyes then he froze as he saw his dad’s grin. Oh no… “Ah that must be Heir Malfoy, do come over here my friend John told me wonderful things about the Malfoy family.” Oh the lie was dripping like acid smothered in honey. Harry suppressed a shudder. What had John told his dad?

Draco looked absolutely gobsmacked. “Dad…” Harry said trying to see what he was up to but Brucie Wayne was in the mirror now.

Draco straightened up with a superior smirk. “Ah John told me all about your father and grandfather! Lucius and Abraxas, your family has been in the limelight for some time! Perhaps Harry, when you invite Ron and his family to the Charity Gala for Easter we can send an invitation to the Malfoy’s since he’s being such an outstanding heir to a noble family and showing the muggles like myself that my child is safe and taken care of in a prestigious school like Hogwarts!”

Oh no, Harry groaned. Draco’s cheeks pinked and people he had been talking to and trashing Harry were snickering quietly. “So Mr Malfoy do you think your father could come to rub elbows with the rich and influential of Gotham?”

“I shall have to ask him Mr Wayne.”

“I will send a letter! John knows the address, oh Harry! Do let the Weasley’s know they do not need to feel pressured, they can stay with the family you know how your brothers will run away early as always.”

“Of course dad.” Harry chuckled “Vickie Vale is going to have a ball this year.”

Brucie’s mask fractured for a moment. “Ah yes. I need to get Mrs. Vale her invitation too.”

The call finished and Harry saw Blaise raise a brow and mouth “Slytherin?”

“Told you he acted like a hufflepuff.” Harry mouthed back.

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Harry felt better at his Sunday chess match with Ron. He had invited the entire Weasley family to the charity gala and Ron said his mum agreed to go. Harry told him what a gala was and what to expect, also that his dad would buy them suits and dresses for the occasion so they didn’t have to worry they just needed to owl him their measurements.

“So the Malfoys?” Ron asked

“Yeah Dad invited them… don’t know if they will go but kinda hoping they say no, I know Dad’s got some sort of plan and I just don’t wanna know what it is because I just know he and John are working together…” Harry sighed, moving his knight.

“Is that bad?”

“Well… you know John’s last name’s Constantine… supposedly he’s a myth, he didn’t take it too well.” Harry told his friend. “And Malfoy is a prat…”

“Yeah he is…” Ron said “Check mate.”

Harry stared dumbfounded at the board and laughed. “Thanks, you really are a worthy opponent Sir Ronald.”

“Ah but you are also a good adversary, good Sir Harry.” The two burst out into a fit of laughter. The rest of Sunday went well as he stayed with Ron, visited briefly by Hermione who made sure they had their homework for Monday done. Harry had his done at least. Monday they would have their first flying lesson! That Harry was excited for.

“We’re really going to fly?” Harry asked excitedly he’s asked Ro no less than ten times already in his excitement. His brothers all flew and so did his dad. Just not on brooms.

“Yeah.” Ron said and they got in line. The teacher was stern, she reminded him almost of an older Black Canary when she talked to the Titans. Maybe not as nice… but just as stern with the obvious implications you will listen or be put on your butt. He already found himself liking her. Also this class was outside, he would love the extended sunshine time.

Harry stood right across from Ron and he looked at the rather normal looking brooms. Harry was shocked how easily the broom jumped into his hand. It felt… right, he looked at the broom and felt the polished wood in his hand. He wondered if Alfred’s broom would fly one day. The image of Alfred flying on a broom was hilarious and very unlikely to ever actually happen.

It seemed Malfoy and a few other Slytherins were able to get their brooms up quickly too. Ron was struggling. Till it smacked him in the face. Harry bit his cheek to not laugh. “Just like you are asking a friend, put your thoughts into it, it’s what I did.” His advice helped if only a small bit as it still took a few more times for the broom to leap into his hand.

They were couched till everyone was hovering just a couple feet off the ground. Harry wondered if this was why Dick hated being on the ground so much if it was so amazing to be in the air. The lesson was going well till Neville, another Grrifindor, lost control and broke his wrist. She quickly ushered everyone to the ground.

“I do not want to see any brooms in the air, do you hear me?” The teacher ,Madame Hooch, asked and when they nodded she took Neville to get looked at at the hospital wing. Harry has never actually seen it, a brief wonder of if it had equipment like the batcave med bay or Mount Justice’s med bay.

Harry was about to go talk to Ron till he heard a scuffle. “Give that back! It’s not yours!” Hermione was fussing at Draco who had a ball in his hand. “It’s Nevilles!”

“Malfoy, you should leave it alone,” Harry said. “I dare say if you really wanted one for yourself your father can afford it. You seem to keep telling me this often enough.”

Malfoy growled at that last jibe. “You’re a Slytherin Potter. Why are you standing up for a Gryffindork?”

“Potter Wayne,” he said impatiently. “I was taught that bullies are only that way because they somehow feel inferior to those they mock, tell me, is it me or Neville who is so threatening to you? I mean I’d not be afraid of either of us personally.”

Harry caught the ball easily when Draco threw it angrily. Harry grinned having won a fight with simple words. No fight, hopefully both his dad and his head of house would approve. “Here, could you give this back to him for me?” Harry asked Hermione, smiling as he handed the orb over.

“Yes! Thank you Harry!” she threw her arms around him hugging him. Facefull of bushy hair Harry laughed and hugged her back.

“You will get what’s coming to you Potter.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know if I had a dollar for everytime someone said that… I’d be a billionair… oh wait I already am.”

“Mate! You should have been in Gryffindor!” Ron said exasperatedly as Draco’s pale complexion switched from pale white to almost purple.

“The hat said it was a good second choice but something about me being too brash.” Harry admitted with a shrug “it said Sytherin would help me more.”

“That is impossible! A Gryffindor is as far from a Slytherin as possible!” Draco snapped.

“That’s not true, my brother Jason is practically an amalgamation of both classes and I bet if Kon didn’t have such a temper he would be too. I just don’t understand this house rivalry thing! Most people I know who were raised in the worst situations would be a slytherin…” Something was wrong, why was he rambling? He fingered his necklace and the gems on the tree were faintly glowing.

“I’m under a compulsion spell… this is totally not whelming…” Harry huffed. He had a feeling it was Malfoy’s doing but no evidence yet, that’s ok he’s the son of the worlds best detective he will find evidence. He felt the tingling desire to keep talking to tell more, to tell the truth he was about to talk about Raven! Great idea Harry mention Trigun while you are at it! He needs to just stay quiet.

Madame Hooch was back now. “Excuse me, ma’am I think I am under a truth compulsion could you please verify?” Harry asked her. She seemed startled but she nodded and he stood still while she waved her wand. He memorized the moves they were the exact same as the ones Professor Snape had used.

“You indeed are Mr. Potter Wayne, I shall remove it in just a moment.”

“Thank you.” He let out a sigh of relief. He really needed to research ways to keep himself safe from this particular spell, he knew way too many secrets.

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Luckily Harry’s day was uneventful after that. Though he sent a letter to John asking for protection spells against truth compulsions. Harry was getting antsy though in the dorm after hours he just wanted to walk and explore. If he was this anxious back home he’d just go to the cave and watch the video feeds… or sneak into one of his brothers rooms or even into Batcows little cave stall and cuddle. He most surely never went to brush Goliath's fur. He put on a black hooded jacket, his batman pajamas were luckily black with gray batterangs on them.

One more quick look rto make sure everyone else was asleep he trotted out of the common room. He looked and even the portraits were sleeping. It was nice… quiet. He found himself exploring keeping his steps silent and keeping himself aware of his surroundings.

Of course his luck was never perfect and he ran into a feline. Mrs Norris, he’s seen her about students avoiding her for some reason. Then he heard the loud obnoxious meow. He knew why now. “What is it my precious?” Harry’s head snapped up and he ran. Gliding up a staircase that was still moving he got to a locked door. Pulling a paperclip from his pocket he made quick work of a lock. Of course he expected it to be magic but nope… normal muggle lock. He took a deep breath to settle his racing heart. Then he wished he hadn’t as he was face to nose with the middle head of a three headed dog.

“Hello… “ Harry said and the dog let out a roar. “Now that’s plain rude, I’m not gonna hurt you.” more worried he was going to be the one hurt but Damian always says animals can smell your intentions. The dog tilted the middle head, one of the others came to sniff Harry’s jacket and the third tilted it’s head the opposite way the middle had.

“Aren’t you handsome? I’m Harry, Harry Potter Wayne… you have a collar there may I see it?” The middle head raised up as if proudly showing the article of well woven cloth. “Fluffy… What a fitting name.” Harry laughed as a hot wet and very large tongue covered him in slobber from his belly to the tips of his hair. His glasses were knocked askew.

“Well I must never tell my brother about you, he’d want a cerberus for sure. He already has a dragon bat. It was nice meeting you, I’ll come again but I’ll bring treats.”

The hall was clear. Harry left, giving the middle nose an affectionate scratch goodbye. “That was eventful… and I will not tell dad, nope.” He made it back to the dorms without getting spotted and he cleaned up a bit before getting a little sleep.

Harry was woken by his mirror, He picked it up. “Ello?”

“Sparks!” Dick said chipperly, “We sent you the Gotham Gazette but I wanna give you a heads up. Timmy got nabbed but he’s back home and safe already.”

“Riddler?”

“Riddler,” Dick said with a sigh. “Good news is Riddler was so in a fit that Timmy was answering everything right that he didn’t even get a scratch on him after the initial tag and grab.”

“Wait, your brother got kidnapped?” Blaise asked.

“Happens,” Harry said sitting up. “Dick meet my friend Blaise Zabini, Blaise this is my oldest brother Richard Grayson, he goes by Dick.”

“Ah you’re the one who’s Romani right?” Blaise asked.

“Yep,” Dick was all smiles. “Zabini is Italian right? We did a show in Italy when I was a kid! Zitka, the circus elephant, loved pasta; we had to keep her away from any and all outside restaurants.”

“Wow, interesting family you have Harry. So this brother of yours, Tim, is he ok though? Like for real?”

“Annoyed… Alfred banned him from coffee today so he’ll catch up on sleep but yeah he’s ok.”

Harry laughed “I am so glad I’m not home, caffeine-less Tim is terrifying. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course, ttyl!” The mirror call ended.

“T.t.y.l?” Blaise asked.

“It means Talk to you later.” Harry said and smiled getting up and dressed.

“Who’s the riddler?” Blaise asked curiosity evident.

“A gotham rogue, he’s hard to explain… he’s a guy who does crime and leaves riddles, if you solve the riddles you can find him and if you solve them all correctly he goes pretty willingly. The Batfamily handles him. Mostly Spoiler and Red Robin.”

“Who?”

“Gotham Vigilantes… right… the wizarding world lives under a rock…” As Harry got dressed he explained the concept of villains, heroes and vigilantes.

“What a crock of shite Potter.” Draco stomped his foot. Literally he stomped his foot like a spoiled kid off an old eighties sitcom.

“Potter Wayne… Believe what you want, if your dad comes to the charity gala he’s gonna want to know who protects the city. Magic users and meta’s aren’t super welcome in Gotham, less so if they cause trouble.”

“What seriously? How do muggles know about magic?” Draco was all puffed up.

“The Justice League… and of course the rare occasions Justice League Dark has to step in, like there was a magic user literally possessed by a broken dream stone who was turning everyone into murderers making them see demonic visions… but no, keep living under your rock… you are sooo safe there.” Harry couldn’t add more sarcasm if he tried.

“Why doesn’t Gotham like magic… and what's a meta?” Blaise asked as they were now walking with Harry to the great hall.

“Meta’s are humans with special abilities… like for instance… Beast Boy, Garfield Logan the famous actor, he can turn into all the animals in the animal kingdom. Then there is Black Canary who can use her voice to create a sonic boom.” Harry said, “But as for Gotham it’s too dangerous. Batman makes it clear meta or magic heroes are not welcome in Gotham. If someone like… Superman, got dosed… let's say… fear Toxin then there would be a literal flying nuke blowing up everything trying to keep himself and his friends safe.”

“Gotham is weird.”

“Gotham is home… I miss her alot, her rain and her smog… the sirens blaring and the constant excitement.” Harry sighed, “I can’t wait for the holidays.”

He took a seat at the gryffindor table with Hermione. “Good morning.”

“Good Morning Harry, you're early.”

“My older brother called to let me know he sent the paper and not to worry when I read about Tim getting CEO napped. He’s home safe and sound.”

Hermione gasped “Wow I’m glad he called if I got a paper saying my mother was kidnapped I’d die of worry.”

Harry’s owl flew to him, dropping the Gotham Gazette, the Daily Planet and a small box.” Thank you girl.” Harry snagged a piece of bacon offering it to her and she took it happily, landing on his shoulder to rest and eat her treat. Tim was on the front page looking ruffled but ok. Spoiler was with him so she took down Riddler this time… since Red Robin was busy.

He opened the box and inside was an invitation. The Wayne Winter Social. “Oh no… I forgot because I had the flu last year!” Winter holidays were a thing, he’d be home for the gala.

“Forgot what mate?” Ron asked with a yawn.

“I need a date for the winter social gala… every Wayne over the age of nine is required to bring a date… I was sick last year so I didn’t go… wonder if I can hurry up and catch the flu again.”

“It can’t be all bad, arn’t Gala’s parties?” Ron asked

“In the most boring sense of the word… and I’m a Wayne so old ladies will be pinching my cheeks all night and cooing on how messy my hair is or how green my eyes are… and worse I have to subject someone else to go with me…”

“Who’re your siblings taking?” Hermione asked.

“Dick will take Kori… Tim will bring Conner, Cassandra and Stephanie go as each other's dates every year… and get away with it… Babs will take her dad as her date, Jason will bring Roy cause Artemis is not someone you want to crowd… and Damian will bring Ray.” Harry sighed and he looked up.

“Hermione… I really hate to ask but, you got a good head on your shoulders and you know Muggle culture… if my family pays for your flight to Gotham and expenses would you please go with me?”

Hermione laughed “Sure Harry. I’ll have to ask my parents though.” Harry sighed in relief and handed her the invitation.

“You saved my life, I owe you one!”

Hermione laughed “really Harry. I’m your friend. I'd never make you go through so much pain alone. What’s the dress code?” Half the sentence was said with deep sarcasm but Harry didn’t care, she would learn the pain of a social gala soon enough.

“Don’t worry too much it’s formal but the year before last Roy went wearing a baseball jersey and torn jeans… I guarantee you will look better than anything he’ll come in.” Unless Oliver was going then he might wear a button up… maybe.

“I hope mum agrees… are they invited?”

“Since we are both under age, yeah. Again dad will cover all expenses. I can show you WE since you seemed interested when talking about our security tech.”

Hermione's eyes lit up and she was grinning “really? Like for real your dad won’t mind?”

“Are you kidding me? Someone interested in the company coming with one of his kids to a gala? He might give you the tour himself.”

She blushed in excitement then she started gushing about the technical advances. Harry smiled Hermione would get along well with Babs he was sure, and Tim too.

Ron was making faces “I don’t understand a word… the Charity gala thing won't be too bad will it?”

“Charity Gala’s are less uptight than social ones, so you can get away with being a bit less… suffocatingly rich and stuck up. Besides with your brothers there and my brothers there… I’ll eat my left shoe if something interesting doesn't happen.”

Ron stared at him “Why would you eat your shoe?!”

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Harry found himself alone in the library during his free period he searched for books on three headed dogs, Cerberus. Settling down with “How to care for your new friend and all three heads”, by Drab Dingle and “Your typical three headed dog breeds 101” by Elizabeth Greenwood.

“Looking for a new pet, Potter Wayne?” Harry looked up to see Blaise.

“My brother loves animals and I didn’t even know such an exotic breed was real, I mean I heard the Greek myths surrounding Hades and Cerburus but that’s it.”

“You like Greek mythos?” Blaise asked and sat down with a book of his own, at a glance it appeared to be a Transfiguration theory book.

“Yeah, one of my sisters Cassandra, she loves learning about across sea cultures, she started with Chinese and now is into Greek.” Harry smiled “She encourages me to broaden my understanding. She took me to Yunnan two years ago, it’s beautiful. Sadly I don’t know chinese yet. Damian is my language teacher and we are currently on, Arabic.”

“So with so many people what are you doing this winter holiday?” Blaise asked.

“We celebrate an amalgamation. Dad and Tim are Jewish and celebrate Hanukkah, Cass and Damian celebrate the winter Solstice, Dick has adopted Christmas to celebrate with Alfred and Barbara who are christian. Jason just does whatever we do, he’s kinda not into anything… Steph too she’s just there for family cuddles and parties. The Waynes do a Winter social so all the elite come no matter what they celebrate. Personally I like to celebrate the Solstice cause Cass and Damian make it so fun.”

“Really?” Blaise was shocked “Yule?”

“Yep, do you celebrate Yule?”

“Most of the wizarding world does; we follow the Wheel of the year.”

Harry hummed “I’d like to learn more I think with Cass and Dami the house likely does too but I’d like to do some research… do you have book suggestions?” Harry asked.

Blaise let out a laugh “Harry you just asked a pureblood to share our traditions with you. You just made the pureblood wizarding world so happy.”

Harry blinked “Right… savior… did they expect me to be like… totally oblivious?”

“They expected you to want to ‘do away’ with old traditions. Since muggles for the most part no longer observe what’s called Pagan holidays.”

Harry scoffed “You’d be super surprised, a lot of muggles celebrate the Pagan holidays there's a huge movement of religious tolerance, it’s going really well… all things considered. It’s helped that the Justice League has so many varied beliefs and nobody is going to tell Wonder Woman the old ways are wrong given she’s the daughter of Zeus.”

“You talk about these… heroes. I’ve never heard of them before…” Blaise admitted “Are they all muggles?”

“Nope, some aren’t even human. Like Wonderwoman who’s half god and Superman who's a Krytonian and Martian Manhunter and Miss. M who are both from Mars,” Harry smiled “As for magic users the Justice league has Dr Fate, the literal lord of order, as well as John Constantine and Zatanna Zatara.”

“Cool… I wonder why we haven’t heard of them. They sound like a big deal. I mean I’ve heard of Constantine but sort of thought he was a myth…”

“Yeah he was not amused to learn that, he’s a friend of the family.” Harry laughed at Blaise’s shocked face.

Blaise took time telling Harry how his family ,he and his mom, celebrate yule and the winter solstice. Harry gushed about the Gotham heroes back home.

“Do you think Batman could really be a vampire?” Blaise asked.

Harry shrugged “I met him once, he saved me, and I will tell you to a five year old he is terrifying. He’s like seven foot tall and dressed in all black with ears on his cowl and a long black cape.” Harry told him “I was also dosed with fear toxin at the time and thought he was a monster… My Dad told me there was a report saying I slapped Batman and kicked him trying to get away.” Oh how Harry loved pretending his only face to face with the caped crusader was that one time, everyone in Gotham knew the Knights or the Bat family did most of the Wayne rescuing.

Blaise was eating up every single word and Harry loved it. Sadly the free period was over and they had to go to class, but they walked together talking about Bluhavens hero Nightwing and the Discowing suit. Describing Dick’s monstrosity of a fashion statement was always fun.

A few days went in relative peace, small bickering from Malfoy but all easily avoided or cut down quickly. Occasionally he’d bite while Harry was on the phone with family. Harry had also had to have another truth compulsion removed, but he caught it really early.

Harry was talking to Hermione about Halloween where she lives and how it was really different in Gotham. However, he was startled out of the conversation as Hedwig brought him a letter and an invitation? “Thank you girl.” He stroked her feathers and let her settle on his shoulder.

Opening the letter first he smiled seeing Dick’s messy cop scribble. Dick was one step above the stereotypical doctor with his quick scratch. Harry gasped in shock.

“What is it mate?” Ron asked.

“Dick’s getting married!” Harry exclaimed and hooted happily. “About time he asked Kori!” He pulled out the invitation and it was an invite to Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson and Kori Anders' wedding. There was a picture of Kori and Dick smiling and Kori was showing off the engagement band. He showed Hermione and Ron.

“Oh she’s so pretty!” Hermione said “He looks so happy! Congratulations!”

“Wow she is really pretty, are we sure she’s marrying your brother? The one who balanced books on his feet in front of a bookshop?” Ron asked.

“I know right? They met when Dick was sixteen and have been on again and off again for a while… Dick just got the courage to ask her to move in with him two years ago.” Harry was buzzing with excitement. “Christmas Eve really Dick!?”

Hermione smiled, “I think it’s a romantic day.”

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Luckily for Harry as his novelty of being a Slytherin was wearing off people began to actually talk to him. Some of his classmates were nightmares but others were really cool. He’s spent a few evenings having tea with Hagrid and gushing about superheroes. He’s also learned more about the wizarding world from Hagrid than anyone. Except maybe Blaise.

Also as a plus, Steph sent him his requested glitter and after making a harmless glitter bomb Draco has for the most part left him alone. He almost felt bad for it but it was glitter, a harmless if not annoying substance. He has not had to worry about another truth spell either as John gave him a rune to carry in his pocket to ward off any mind altering spells.

Though it was halloween now, one of the worst days back home. He hoped his family was safe. Though he had to admit, the castle was absolutely beautiful. Floating pumpkins and candles in different hues of orange and yellows. Nobody was dressed up, that evidently was purely a muggle thing. Harry did notice one or two sugar skulls floating around as decoration on a bag here and there.

The day was smooth and, really relaxing for the first time since he became a ward of Bruce Wayne. He sat at the Gryffindor table and looked at Ron. “Where’s Hermione?”

Fred and George sat down on either side of him. “Somebody opened his big mouth and hurt her feelings, isn’t that right Ronikins?”

“I didn’t mean it like that! She was just being so annoying!” Ron moaned and slumped, putting his head on the table.

“What happened?” Harry asked, looking at Ron, in his experience Ron wasn’t a mean person. So, hopefully it was a misunderstanding. After hearing it Harry looked at Ron. “That was really not cool of you… even if she was being a ‘know it all’… to tell her she doesn’t have many friends because of it? That was kinda mean.”

“I know, but I haven’t been able to find her to apologize for being a prat!”

Harry was about to speak but the entire hall was startled by the doors slamming open and professor Quirrel ran out “Troll! A Troll in the dungeon… thought you oughta know.” Harry watched him faint… something was very wrong.

“Prefects lead your houses back to the dorm’s.” The headmaster said standing up.

“But… Slytherin common rooms are in the dungeon…” Harry muttered but he stood he was about to go to his class before he paled and looked at Ron. “Hermione doesn’t know.”

Ron’s complexion lost some of its color too. Harry pulled his wand. He looked at it, useless he needed to look up locator spells. “Standing here won't find her any faster. Let's go.” Harry said and Ron nodded. In the chaos they were able to get free from the four main groups. “We should check the girls bathrooms, girls go there to cry a lot right? Hermione also likes books so we can try the library.”

As they were running down the hall towards the library because it was closer they heard a crash and then a scream coming from further down the hall. Harry burst into a sprint when he heard the sheer terror in the cry. Ron was right behind him and they both slid into the girls' lavatory. Holy Mountain Troll’s Batman… It was huge.

Ron picked up a rock… broken wall piece and hit the troll in the head. That got its attention. Harry was frozen in place for a few long beats of his heart. Time was moving slowly, too slow. Harry now realized… he wasn’t as brave as he pretended to be, he was terrified right now. However, he had to do something not one but three lives were at stake, his being one of them.

He took a running start and flung himself into a slide under the troll's legs to get to Hermione. Head injury, bleeding but not deep. No need for stitches. He turned around and Ron earned his house’s name right then and there as he found himself picked up having jumped onto the Trolls club.

Think Harry, what have you learned, what’s around here? Harry pointed his wand towards a broken chunk of wall. “Wingardium Leviosa!” He called and it rose into the air. “Ron Jump!”

With a scream of shock Ron jumped off the club, the landing was less than graceful but he was unhurt and Harry dropped the rock on the troll's head, hopefully stunning it and not killing it. He was shaking, trembling. Ron was too but… they did it. “Hermione, are you ok?” he asked

Before she could answer Professor McGonagle rushed in. “Good heavens! Are you three alright!?”

“Hermione has a head injury… but I am ok… are you ok Ron?”

“Yep, just… er… in need of a shower.” Harry looked and all three of them were covered in dirt and dust.

“I’m alright…” Hermione said and she rubbed her eyes.

“You Gryffindors really are quite brave.” Harry said, and he meant it. Then all three of them jumped as the Troll let out a loud snort and then resumed sleeping. Not dead… good.

“What were you three thinking!?” McGonagall asked ushering them out of the bathroom. “Ms Granger, it is right off to the Medical Wing for you.”

“Well well well… our local celebrity is once more trying to garner attention.” Harry huffed Professor Snape could be such a dick. If it had to do with his dad's actions, fine…well it wasn’t really but, Harry could deal with it. “Taking on a fully grown mountain troll…”

Harry shrugged “To be honest Professor all I did was drop a rock on it, Ron was the truly brave one, I personally think he should be recognized.”

Harry could all but feel Ron preening, he reminded Harry of someone, he just couldn’t put his finger on it at the moment. “You three put yourselves in serious danger!” McGonagall snapped but then she sighed. Worried, all her body tells and her voice showed worry. She was a genuinely good person.

“I’m sorry… trust me, we will not be doing that again,” Harry assured her. “Are you gonna tell our parents?” Of course they had to but his dad would flip a gasket.

“I will be owling yours, as I am your head of house,” Snape said.

“I will owl Miss Granger and Mr Weasley's parents as well…” McGonagall did not look like she really wanted to, but Harry didn’t blame her, this was not something you wanted to let parents know.

“No harm was done, surely we can all keep this between us? No need to worry anyone.” Harry’s head snapped up so fast he actually hurt his neck. Sure he didn’t want his dad to know but shouldn’t the adults be the responsible ones?

“I’m sorry… I think I misheard you headmaster,” Harry said as politely as he could muster in his shock. “Hermione got an injury… her parents would be worried sick about sending her back here if she told them when she got home and they weren’t even told… I mean I know I would be.”

“Now that little cut will be fixed up in a matter of moments my dear boy.”

That’s so not the issue here. Harry looked at Snape. “Professor, I would like it very much if you would in fact owl my dad, also I know putting myself and my classmates in danger will result in a punishment, and as you said it was my fault. I thought since I come from Gotham I could handle a troll. I was wrong.”

Harry saw something, a small twitch of Snape's eye, a wrinkle almost unnoticeable if you were not staring and looking for it. “10 points from Slytherin and detention with me after class for three days.”

Harry nodded “Yes Professor.” Harry could feel the shocked look of his friends behind him but really it was the least he could do, taking the blame, after he froze like a coward and Ron had to literally jump onto a Trolls club to distract it.

The headmaster began to talk again but Harry missed it as Snape herded him, Hermione and Ron towards the hospital wing to be looked over. It was a gesture Harry knew was one of protection. So no matter how much Snape didn’t like his biological father he was still protective of him as a student. Good to know.

The medi witch healed Hermione with a potion and a spell. Harry and Ron were looked over but neither were injured aside from a nasty bruise on Ron’s left shin. Ron got something called Bruise Cream for it. “Now you three take it easy, fighting a troll at eleven… my goodness the children keep getting bolder.”

Harry smiled “I’ll try not to repeat the experience.”

“See to it that you don’t, young man.”

He smiled and nodded then McGonagall took Ron and Hermione while Snape took Harry back to their dorms. “Are you sure you did not also hit your head?”

“Positive sir, I’m right as rain. Lucky I suppose,” Harry said and Snape nodded sharpy before Harry went to his dorm room to lay on the bed. He took a deep breath, his dorm-mates were in the common room. He closed his curtain and pulled his mirror into his lap as he sat up. “Dick Grayson.”

He was met with Nightwing; the tower was in the background. “You ok Sparks?”

“Are you busy Big Wing?” Harry asked, it was Halloween he was shocked Dick wasn’t in Gotham. Then again it’s why he did call Dick and not Jason, Cass, Steph, Tim, Babs or Damian.

“Nope, just training the titans me and Kori just finished a demonstration, on call incase anything gets out of hand you know the normal drill.” Dick was all smiles but his domino didn’t hide the way his eyes weren't as open and his smile didn’t quite look natural.

“Dads gonna get an owl from my professor…” Harry said. “I … Hermione, the girl I talk about a lot… she was in danger when a mountain troll got into the school somehow… Me and Ron went to find her and… well we ended up fighting it, it was over quick and nobody got seriously hurt. It was huge, I was scared… I… dropped a rock on its head and knocked it out. Dad’s gonna be mad isn’t he?”

Harry looked and he sighed. Dick was not happy either, his smile had dropped and Dick was replaced fully with Nightwing. “Sparks Report.”

Harry told him the entire thing, from Ron unintentionally being a prat till Snape took him back to the dorm. Dick was quiet, he listened to every word. “No, Dad’s gonna be pissed but not at you. Your headmaster was really about to tell your head of house to not send letters home?”

“Seemed like it to me,” Harry nodded. Dick let out a muttered curse. “Language.”

At least that made dick crack a small if not tight smile. “I’ll let Dad know to expect the letter and not to flip out. I know you called your favorite big brother so I could handle Daddy Bats, I won’t let you down.”

“You are the best, Thank you Dick.” The call ended and Harry heard people coming into the dorm. He left his curtains closed, he just wanted a quiet night to rest.

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Detentions sucked, cleaning cauldrons sucked. However he did break the rules, actions have consequences, Harry. He told himself. It was more fun when he was watching Draco suffer… yeah that was rude he should try to be more… inclusive? Maybe Draco wasn’t as much of a prat as he acts? Maybe he’s like Tim was and just had a lot of expectations to live up to. That would drive most sane people mad. He was glad Tim was too stubborn to turn into his bio-parents.

When he was done with his three days of detention he was worried because it was getting closer to the holidays and his Dad hadn't called to fuss or sent a disappointingly worried letter yet. Hermione accepted Ron’s apology with grace. She was made to be an elite with her poise and intelligence, Harry gave a chuckle.

Harry was petting Hedwig at the table she had brought him the Gazette, he was reading the gossip rag, unsurprisingly it was all about Dick Grayson Wayne and his appearances with the model Kori Anders. “Anything good?” Ron asked.

“Not really. I just have to keep up since I can’t just open twitter and read the posts.”

“Twitter?” Ron asked.

Harry laughed “A muggle thing, it’s a place for people to just post random things to be seen by everyone else in the world, it’s an awful wonderful thing. Parts are actually really creepy though.”

“I never got into all that… though I did have a pinterest… I guess I do miss technology.” Hermione sighed.

“Me too, I wonder if Tim will find a way to make tech work here… if anyone can it’s him.” Harry laughed “But there are similar things here, Blaise was telling me about talking stones. It’s like a text based cell phone, you write on it and send it to a person who also has one, and you can… for lack of better word, program multiple stones on it.”

“But that stuffs really expensive.” Ron said, blanching. “Well, guess you don’t have to worry about that huh?”

Harry hummed. The resentment in Ron’s voice wasn’t uncommon but it hurt. Harry was really well off. That didn’t change him as a person. “Well not me, my dad. I still have to make sure I’m frugal with things that aren’t a necessity. Dad doesn’t let us be… ridiculous.”

“I guess so…” Ron said.

Hermione huffed reading the tension. “I could possibly make these stones. It’s likely complex rune work but with enough knowledge I am sure I could do it. We won't have to spend a knut.”

“You are really sure of yourself,” Ron said.

“I am,” Hermione agreed.

Harry laughed “You know… I believe you can. I’ve learned sometimes confidence is a superpower. Add knowledge to the mix and some talent and you basically have a superhuman even without meta-abilities.”

Hermione nodded, grinning and preening a bit. Wow, Harry surrounded himself with people who took praise just as readily and greedily as some of his siblings.

Classes started and went as normal and Harry felt.. Uneasy, something was up, he just knew it. “Mr Potter Wayne, the headmaster wants our attention in his office, follow me.”

Harry looked up from his book to see his head of house. That is why one should always listen to gut instincts. “Of course, Professor.” Harry followed him to the gargoyle and Jumping jackrabbits! It moved!Should he be surprised? No… was he? Yes.

Though the wonder drained to panic when he saw his dad sitting in a chair looking at the headmaster. John was leaning against a shelf of things taking a long drink from a flask of some sort and there was an old balding wizard sitting near but not next to his dad. “Ah Mr Potter!” Headmaster dumbledore said and both Harry and his dad stared at him. “My apologies, Mr Potter Wayne.”

Harry walked in and looked at his dad. “Is this about the troll?” he asked sheepishly, trying to gauge his fathers level of anger.

“I’m here because a young lady sent me a letter saying thank you that my son saved her from a Troll… I heard from my oldest that I should be waiting on a letter, one never came, so a student told me about the danger to my son that this school decided was not important.” Bruce didn’t even look at him and Harry realized he was more than Brucie Wayne pissed he was Batman going to grab the Justice Buster suit pissed. The wizard shifted uncomfortably in his chair he shot a look between Bruce and Headmaster Dumbledore.

Harry saw Snape tense up, a slight movement hardly even a breath long. “I thought you were going to write, Professor.” Harry looked up at the man who was to all eyes stiff and stoic.

“I did.” Was the tight reply. Oh, that wasn’t good. So, Harry glanced at John who was paying more attention than he let on.

“Now… how would that not get to Mr. Wayne?” The wizard spoke for the first time.

“The owl must have simply gotten lost.” The headmaster smiled “lemon drop? Anyone?” He offered a bowl of them towards Harry.

“Owls don’t jus’ get lost Mate,” John said “A Troll Harry really? You couldn’t have started smaller?” Harry smiled sheepishly at John. The Wizard spluttered a bit, obviously something happened before Harry got here to cow the man.

“What can I say uncle John, I’m a Wayne, We go big.” Harry couldn’t resist the soft playful retort. Then saw his dad and melted under the glare of worry. Not a time to joke, understood.

The headmaster seemed unphased by being ignored. “Now why did you need to come to the school? As you can see the dear boy is fine.”

Harry hated being called Boy… he hated it. “His name is Harry Potter Wayne, you will use it.” Bruce put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Now I want to know what safety measures you have to make sure this never happens again.” Harry took the offered seat next to his dad who let go of his shoulder to assume a relaxed posture.

“As a muggle I am sure our measures would not make much sense.” Dumbledore tried, it was an obvious deflection.

“That is why my friend John is here, along with a ministry official who is to act as legal mediator. Also my son has been targeted by truth compulsion spells, so John had to send him protection against them. Tell me why I should leave him enrolled in this school?” Oh right for the jugular, Harry would feel sorry for the headmaster, but he did stop his Dad from getting a really important letter. Legal mediator? Harry tilted his head to look more closely at the man, Nope, still looked like a really scared man who was middle wage at best.

“Mr Constantine isn’t really part of this magical society. He might not be your best consultant. Also we really don’t need to bring the Ministry into this.”

“This involves my Son, I don’t know if you have a child, Headmaster but you always worry and when one is thrown into danger, as a parent you need to know about it.” Bruce said and Harry knew the steel blue of his dad’s eyes could be just as terrifying as the white out lenses of his cowl. “I want to know how I can be assured he is safe here. I do not want to be worried about… Trolls or any other threat that I was not aware even existed before today is going to hurt my son.”

“There is no place safer than Hogwarts. The Troll was something we have never had before. We have strengthened the wards around the Forbidden forest.”

“Who names a forest Forbidden… where there are kids? Like that's practically askin’ som’one to go exploring,” John said. Harry agreed, if Dick or Jason went to Hogwarts that would have been the first thing they did, like the first night in the school. Even the legal mediator hid a small weak chuckle.

“We have very mature students and incredibly attentive teachers.” The Headmaster assured.

“Like Professor Snape? Who’s owl got lost in transit to Gotham?” John asked “Actually… if Owls were not so feared in that death trap of a city of yours I’d almost believe it.”

Bruce’s eye twitched and the look he sent John would make Killer Croc flinch. “I don’t think it’s Professor Snape's fault.” Harry said “He was very upset we were in danger, he even escorted us to the Medi-witch himself to make sure we were ok. I asked him to send the letter and he assured me he would and he did. Lost or not he did what he was supposed to do.”

Bruce melted a bit and sighed “I’m just… worried, and you know how your siblings are, Selina threatened to go to the ministry herself if I didn’t get this fixed.” Harry flinched that was not a sight he wanted to see, not only would she talk circles around the poor officials, she'd rob them blind out of pure spite. Did wizards wear watches?

“I know dad, I promise I’ll be more careful. I’ll call Selina…”

“You will call the entire family every Friday till further notice… we will make sure most are home and you will call my mirror.”

“Yes Dad…” Harry nodded.

“Now you can drop the legal actions Mr Wayne? As you see Harry is just fine.” Dumbledore said like a placating old grandfatherly way.

“No,” The ministry official finally spoke. “From what I’ve seen and heard.” he nervously flipped pages in a notebook-like object. “This is negligence and will not be tolerated by the ministry… We will do a follow up of the new wards you state are in place after the winter holidays. Mr Wayne?”

“Yes Mr Frields?” Bruce said.

“Will you agree with that? If we come and check the wards safety?” more nervous fidgeting. “Will you consider the Ministry as following up with your concerns?”

“I will.” Bruce said and nodded. John hummed a bit and took another long drink of his flask. Dumbledore was still smiling but it was… like one of Tim’s gala smiles, so sweet it had to be fake. “I would like to talk to you Professor Snape, if you are willing. Mostly about the contents of the letter I did not get.”

“Certainly. Go ahead back to class Potter Wayne,” Snape pulled out a paper handing it to him.

“Thank you Professor.” Harry quickly hugged his dad then John and shook the ministry wizards hand saying his goodbyes. “Goodbye Headmaster,” Harry inclined his head and left. This was… too much for one day.

Harry wanted to know, What legal actions? What was happening behind the closed door… he’d as Tim, Tim or Damian they would know. He took a deep breath and trotted off to the class he was now a bit more than tardy for.

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Hermione could be terrifying. Harry watched the girl pace the library angrily. “They didn’t tell any of our parents! Of all the negligent, idiotic, dunderheaded things to do!” She threw her hands up in the air, she was yelling in harsh whispers but he could practically hear the implied volume in the way she was speaking. “I wrote to my parents! You told your brother and still nothing from the school. Lost owls indeed!”

“But at least my mum isn’t going to ground me until I graduate.” Ron said and cringed at the brunette girl's steel cutting glare. Watch out superman looks like Hermione might steal your heat vision.

“Pretty sure I am going to be grounded till eighteen if I do anything like that again… I’ve only seen Dad that upset, well not at me ever.” That level of upset was normally saved for Jason and Damian. Mostly Jason. “The point is… the school shouldn’t be putting our safety at risk. I mean what if one of us had gotten seriously hurt. Would they still have not told anyone?”

“It would not shock me!” Hemione aggressively plopped into a chair. “I read the entire school and student handbooks. This should have been taken seriously.”

“Do you know where I can find the school handbook?” Harry asked, he had a copy of the student one.

“You can get a copy from your head of house. I got mine that way.”

Harry nodded, he would do just that. If nothing else Tim and Dad will want to read it. Tim being the one who handles most legal issues. Look out Wizarding Britain Tim Drake Wayne is on you now.

Of course they had to go about their own days soon after and Harry was stopped by Hagrid. He smiled brightly. “Hi Hagrid!” It’s been a little while since he’s seen the man.

“Hi ‘arry,” He smiled “Would ya’ like to come for tea?”

“I’d love you. I’ll drop by your hut after classes?” Harry asked, he couldn’t help but be excited. Hagrid had so much information about his parents and the wizarding world as a whole. Also he was just kind. They agreed and Harry had a skip in his step going to his next class.

After class he quickly walked to the hut and knocked, hearing Fang's deep bark. Some muttered settle downs from Hagrid then the door opened. “Glad ya’ could make it ‘arry.”

“Me too,” Harry said and sat when offered. “Do you have anything planned for the winter holidays?”

“Not particular, me an’ Fang’ll just stay at the castle. Look after the students who don’t go home.” Hagrid said and petted the aforementioned dog on the head. “An you?”

“My older brother’s getting married, and I’m taking Hermione to the Winter Social Gala.” Harry smiled “Other than that just time with the family. I miss them.”

“Winter Social Gala?” Hagrid asked.

“Dad hosts one every year, it’s where all the rich people of Gotham and sometimes Metropolice come and… flaunt themselves. I personally hate gala’s Social Galas most of all… but it’ll be nice to have a friend there this year.”

“I hope ya’ have fun anyway.”

Harry smiled “Thank you. I should try to see if I can get her one of those wrist flower things. I just need to know what color her dress is gonna be.”

“You starting to fancy Ms. Hermione?” Hagrid asked with a grin.

Harry laughed “Not like that! She’s a smart girl, and she is so confident in her abilities. I’m just not looking for a … girlfriend right now. I’ve seen the disasters my family make in the dating scene. No thank you.”

Hagrid let out another deep laugh. “Well, I gotcha a little som’thin’ I know you aren’t staying and I don’t like tah send things through owl. Unless I really have’ta.”

Hagrid handed him a box wrapped in really gaudy garish paper with slugs and cauldrons on it. Dick would love it. “Thank you… you didn’t have to get me anything…” He felt his heart swell a bit. He really didn’t expect anything and he would have to make sure to owl Hagrid something. He opened it delicately. Inside was a collar, red with a little dog bone shaped charm.

“I saw how you was lookin’ into three headed dogs…” Hagrid said, sounding a bit bashful. He reached into a basket that was covered by a little pink blanket and pulled out a puppy. “It’s not legal to send you home with one since ya’ live in a muggle city… but this little girl here can use a good home.”

“Wow… she’s beautiful.” Harry said and she was. White as snow she fit in the big man’s hands easily. She was snoozing but with some gentle pets she lifted her head letting out a long yawn. Her eyes were a rather concerning but still beautiful red…

“Happy Christmas ‘arry.”

Harry looked up at Hagrid then he got out of his seat to go hug the man careful of the puppy of course. “Thank you so much.” Harry said, Hagrid hugged him back one armed but he was still fully engulfed.

“I’ll keep ‘er until you go to the train, so ya won’t have’ta worry about walking her… she’s house trained already smart girl. What’er yah gonna name ‘er?”

Harry blinked and looked at her. She was wiggling now trying to get to Harry to sniff. Hasgrid let her into his arms and she was so soft. Like holding a cloud. Slightly long fur and lightly curled. “What type of dog is she?”

“A Phantom White dog. Or a Fairy Dog, some places call her.” Hagrid said.

Harry was unfamiliar with that breed… but fairy hum… “Morrigan?” he asked and looked at the puppy who began to lick his face. He laughed.

“I think she likes tha’ name.” Hagrid smiled “Now she’ll get pretty big but not as big as them three headed dogs you’ve been lookin’ at.” Harry smiled trying not to show relief at that, one Goliath was enough.

“She’s so small right now it's hard to think she’s going to be very big at all.”

Hagrid smiled and ruffled Harry's hair. “About the size of a bullock.”

Harry tried to think how big was a bullock? He’d look later. He grabbed the collar and put it on the puppy who was wiggling in hyper excitement tail wagging.

Harry and Hagrid talked and played with Morrigan till Hagrid escorted Harry back to school for dinner. “Thank you again Hagrid… really she’s amazing. He wished he could take her to class but Hagrid was right he didn’t have the time to walk her.

That night when he settled in and pulled his curtains closed he smiled. “Damian Wayne.”

It took a few minutes. “‘Akhi.” Damian said in greeting.

“Damian, you remember Hagrid?”

“You talk about him often enough, yes.”

“He gave me a Christmas gift early… and she is beautiful, she’s a Phantom White dog.” Harry saw the moment his brother’s attention became sharper. “She’s so small right now he said she will grow to the size of a bullock… whatever that is.”

“A male castrated bull.” Damian said and Harry blinked. “That’s what a bullock is. Can I see her?”

“I had to leave her with him because I can’t walk her, but she is all white with long lightly curled fur, I named her Morrigan.”

“A fitting name for a dog indeed. I shall wait excitedly to meet her. Titus will be happy for a friend I am sure. I will also warn Pennyworth.”

“Thank you Dami. So… what’s been going on with the Titans?” Harry asked and he spent a little while just listening to Damian talk about the Tower and Raven. Till he fell asleep listening to his ‘akhi’s voice.

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The trip back to the train was fun, Harry had a puppy in his lap most of the time. Ron and Hermione both seemed to coo over her too. Morrigan was a very happy energetic puppy, always wiggling but she didn’t bark. Harry really hoped she got along with Alfred the cat… and Jerry. “So… for the Winter Social… what color dress should I wear?”

“Oh, whatever you want if you could just… call me and let me know so we can match that’d be great!” Harry told her. They had already exchanged numbers. Harry was so ready to have his phone back.

“Even if it’s pink?” Hermione asked.

“Why not, one year Dick and Kori both dressed in all lilac… it made the headlines for three days straight.” Of course that also had to do with the fact Kori was in the suit and Dick the dress… Dick’s civilian persona was just as eccentric as Brucie Wayne sometimes.

She smiled and nodded “I’ll call, your dad even emailed my parents all his contact details so they can make sure everything goes smoothly.”

“Yep, sounds like Dad, he’s excited I’m making friends… I’m almost worried about your family Ron, Dad wants to host your entire house for a week in Wayne manor for the easter holidays…”

“Your house really big enough?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, you’ll all have your own rooms, except your parents of course.”

Ron smiled a bit, Ron has been acting off for a while after halloween. Harry couldn’t really figure out what changed. Morrigan broke him off from his thoughts as she leapt onto Ron and began sniffing in his pockets.

“Hey!” Ron squeaked and then got a facefull of white fur as she began to sniff at his face and hair.

“Morrigan,” Harry laughed and rescued Ron by pulling the energetic ball of fur away from the flushed redhead. Hermione laughed.

When they got off the train Harry spotted his dad dressed in Wayne best talking with a brunette man and Mr Weasley. Selina was there talking to Mrs. Weasley, also wearing far too high class clothing, Harry knew this either ment they were also doing a WE function or his dad expected to meet Mr Malfoy and wanted to look intimidating.

Ron let out a rather high pitched cry of terror, shocking Harry into almost dropping Morrigan. He spun to find the danger only to see Damian. “My apologies…” Damian had snuck to their side like the little assassin he was. “‘Akhi… and Morrigan I presume?”

“Yeah. Hermione, this is my brother Damian, Damian this is my date for the Winter social and friend Hermione.” Harry said even as he handed over Morrigan to his brother even though this ment his smart black suit would be covered in white dog hair.

“Good to meet you Damian,” Hermione said and smiled even though said boy was looking her over critically.

“A pleasure.” Damian finally said with a nod.

“Your brothers aren’t human!” Ron exclaimed after recovering from his fright, Harry smiled and shrugged.

“You, Dad, and Selina the only ones who came?” Harry asked. Damian gave a curt nod.

“Grayson wanted to come but he’s working overtime before the holidays… so he won't feel bad about taking so much time off.”

Selina appeared out of nowhere to pull Harry into a hug. He could have sworn she was still over talking. “Harry! Oh my dear kitten you have a lot to explain!” Harry huffed as she began fussing with his hair. “Oh… you two must be Ron and Hermione! Harry spoke so highly of you both. I’m Selina Kyle.”

“Soon to be Wayne,” Bruce walked over with the Weasleys. He placed a kiss on Selina’s check before looking at Harry then to the white dog in Damian’s arms.

“Father this is Morrigan.” Damian said, chest out and standing tall. “She will make a fine addition to the house.”

Bruce hummed and smiled “You must be Ms Granger. I found your father and began talking, he had only wonderful things to say.”

Hermione squeaked and blushed. “Good to meet you Mr Wayne.”

“Please call me Bruce, I insist.”

Hermione flushed but when she saw her dad she excused herself to go run and hug him. Harry smiled “Hermione wants to tour WE if we have time, she’s really quite interested in our Wayne Tech.”

Bruce's eyes lit up. “Wayne Tech is adding a new wing. I think we can facilitate a tour.”

The brunette heard and spun hitting her dad with her bushy hair. “Really? Oh goodness! That would be absolutely amazing!”

Mr Granger smiled “She’s been tinkering with our systems since she was in primary school.”

“Sounds like my sons Tim and Damian. Too smart for their own good sometimes.” Bruce sounded the doting father but Harry heard the exasperation hidden in the fondness.

“Don’t forget Babs, she’s been running circles through every computer she’s touched since her and Dickie were first becoming friends. I’ve heard the stories.” Harry grinned when his dad huffed in defeat.

“And Barbara too, she’s not related… but she is a very close family friend.”

Mr Granger gave a knowing smile from one father to another. Harry found it amusing. Though now Selina was talking with Mrs Weasley again and Ron was red faced. “What?” Harry went to him and whispered.

“They are… talking about exchanging baby pictures,” Ron was obviously mortified.

“Well… they don’t have anything on me before five… but… let's try to make sure neither of them go for the photo albums when you all come over,” Harry said “although, it’s kinda what moms do, if they don’t embarrass us do they really love us?”

“Speak for yourself, all of your siblings love you… you probably don’t have pictures after pranks.”

Harry scoffed “You kidding me? I’ve been in the middle of year-long prank wars, my family is super serious about their pranks. They always include me because they love me.”

Damian came back to Harry’s side. “Morrigan desires your attention now.”

Harry smiled and took the puppy attaching the leash Hagrid gave him, letting her on the ground. She was good enough not to run and pull but she did sniff around their feet, tail wagging happily. Fred George and Percy met them and the three families walked out to the parking lot together. Mr Weasley was curious about Bruce's company car.

Mr Granger whistled when he saw it. “Is that the new Bently?”

“Yes, I wanted a Tesla but on such short notice this had to do,” Selina smiled “though I’d also not have minded a nice red convertible…” She leaned into Bruce.

“Company Car Selina, not a pleasure ride.”

Harry rolled his eyes. Ron blinked “What’s a Tesla? Or a Bently?”

“Overly expensive cars, though really well made ones… my brother Dick would be complaining about how showy it is if he was here.” Harry smiled “To be honest I’d rather fly a broom home.”

That got Ron to laugh. “You’d probably make it too, the broom liked you.”

“Shall I walk Morrigan so you might have a proper goodbye without your brother hovering?” Damian asked.

“Thank’s Dami,” Harry smiled, handing over the leash.

Fred and George whistled and plopped over Ron and Harry, one on each of the shorter boys' heads, arms crossed and chins resting on their arms. “So you're gonna take us out to see more rich muggle stuff for Easter?” George asked

Ron huffed in annoyance and ducked, making the twin on him (Fred) fall forward and almost to the ground. “Sure. We’ll be hosting you for a week, you’ll get to see a lot of cool stuff.”

“Wish we could be with you for winter holidays too! I wanna see how the upper crust Muggles live.” George sighed in a false longing. Though he did get off Harry who was still letting him lean over him, used to Dick doing similar things.

“No, you really don’t… Winter is the worst cause of the social Gala, we will be stalked relentlessly by paparazzi and with me going to a boarding school out of Gotham I’m going to be a really hot topic. Hopefully it’ll calm down after Vicky Vale gets her inclusive story and we call the Daily Planet to… fix whatever over the top mess she makes.” Harry was not looking forward to that.

Sometimes Vicky was a hero who posts the truth and nothing but… however, there were also times she is a drama seeker and will blow the silliest story up to be some big hidden scandal. It was always a coin toss with her.

Hermione went to Harry. “I will drag dad away before he starts trying to talk about dental equipment with your Dad. I’ll see you soon Harry.” She hugged him, surprising him with its suddenness he laughed and returned the hug with thanks.

“Remember to call… oh Ron, Remember to owl me too about your holidays!” Harry smiled and he hugged the redhead who hugged him back.

“I will mate… be safe in Gotham, from your stories I am worried you wont come back to Hogwarts in one piece.” Ron said

Harry laughed “No worries, Gothamites are made to survive. We are like weeds.”

“Ive would say we are more like creeping vines or briar bushes,” Selina said. “Go on and get in the car Kitten, your dad has a meeting and I am taking us out to eat. Pet friendly so Morrigan won't be left out.”

Harry smiled “Thank you. Bye Ron, Hermione.”

They said their final goodbyes and Harry Damian and Morrigan sat in the back. “Working on the British branch of WE?” Harry asked as the car started.

“Yes, father found inconsistencies with numbers here, it was a good excuse to bring Selina and I with him, as the blood son it’s important I be seen helping with company business. After all, it is my birthright.” Damian said and Harry just smiled.

Selina was looking back through the rear view. “So, Kitten… tell me about this Troll.” Harry sank as far into the seat as he could before recanting the story.

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Selina, Bruce and Damian all listened to Harry. He recounted the entire occurrence with as much detail as possible. Even his fear. “It was… terrifying, I froze… none of you would have frozen like that.” Harry tried not to curl up in a ball but he really wanted to. He knew his family faced worse nightly and one lousy troll had him frozen in fear.

“Being afraid isn’t a weakness,” Harry looked up at his dad. “I am afraid… almost every night I am afraid one of your siblings will get hurt. I was afraid when I heard from Dick you faced a Troll in school.”

“You always seem like you’re not afraid of anything.”

“Even I get startled on occasion, Akhi you are not conditioned to fight like me, nor do you have fathers experience in the field. It is not a weakness to admit to being afraid,” Damian spoke in his normal authoritative way but it had a softness to it.

“Kitten, we don’t want you to be like us.” Selina said “We want you to be a kid for as long as you can and that means we do not want you fighting Trolls or whatever else that Headmaster has wandering the school… oh if I could only sink my claws into that man one good time.”

“I believe we should equip Harry with ‘claws’ of his own,” Damian said, petting Morrigan and looking like a stereotypical evil overlord from a bad spy movie.

“Now that I agree too… no do not give me that look Bruce, our kitten should not be defenseless, after all you said you’re a snake right?”

“Yes, Slytherins are serpents… or at least we are called the snakes and our crest has a snake on it. To be honest I was close to calling Jason and seeing if he would smuggle me a utility belt… smoke pellets at least.”

“Why Akhi?”

Harry took a breath. “I have been targeted by other houses… evidently all the Potters were Gryffindor and me being a Slytherin is a personal affront to my name… no matter how many times I correct people and tell them I’m also a Wayne…”

“You are being bullied?” Bruce asked Harry saw him through the rear view.

“It’s not that bad, the only real altercation was over fast, I just used some self defense and bolted. Words don’t bother me… and I had Steph send me glitter and I glitter bombed Malfoy… he’s been less of a jerk since…”

They pulled into a parking lot and Harry saw the European WE building in all her glory. Not as impressive as the one in Gotham. “Have you talked to your head of house?”

“He doesn’t seem to like me much… he and my bio-dad had a… bad history from what Hagrid told me, he’s also really hard to read.”

Bruce nodded “Yeah he’s hard to read at first glance for sure… I had Tim do some research on him. He and Zatana were able to find out he was a spy in the last war. He had been a death eater but he switched sides towards the end. We couldn’t get the trial records though.”

“Is Tim still researching?” Harry asked “I mean… I know he’s a half blood so only one of his parents was magical… Hagrid told me he was picked on mercilessly for it… my dad… and his friends were bullies…” Harry said “He got his potions mastery right out of Hogwarts, he’s the youngest Potions master and he has a Defense against the Dark Arts mastery too.”

“You did some research of your own I see,” Selina smiled.

“Of course, I come from a family of detectives.”

Damian smirked and even Bruce had a soft smile, proud. Harry’s heart always soared when he made his dad or brothers look at him like that.

“Well you boys have fun with Selina… please behave.” Bruce said and Selina laughed, they kissed and Selina switched to the driver's seat. “Ok off to that cafe I promised.” She said with a smile.

“So how do you really like your new school?” Selina asked.

“I do like it, the curriculum is good and all but it’s not teaching me what GA would, they don’t have core classes, no mathematics or science, I’ll have to supplement because unless I stay in the Wizarding world full time, which I have no desire to, I’ll need to keep up my education.”

“Do wizards not need math?” Selina asked.

“I mean the higher grades learn arithmancy but it’s all really done by parents or just magically, there's very little magic can’t do. I can’t use it out of school though, not till I’m seventeen anyway.”

“That will be a lot of stress on you Akhi,” Damian said in thought.

“Not with you and Tim and Babs,” Harry said with a smile. “Between the three of you I’ll be fine.”

Selina hummed but they pulled into a cafe’s parking lot. Morrigan was snoozing her head in Damian’s lap and back legs on Harry’sStretched out as long as possible for a puppy her size. Harry lifted Morrigan who woke with a small bark and a wagging tail.

“I hope you behave Morrigan… she was good around Hagrid's dog Fang.”

“We will keep her on her leash,” Selina said and got out. The cafe was cute it had a sign covered in paw prints. “Oh it;s just as darling as in the pictures…” She went up to the hostess. “Reservation under Wayne.”

They were taken to a booth inside there were cats lounging on furniture and Morrigan seemed more interested then aggressive sniffing towards them straining to get as close as she could. “Morrigan seems to want to meet new friends.” Harry smiled and sat down tying the leash to a hook meant for just that.

“Look we can order Morrigan her own little doggy meal,” Selina said, pointing to the menu. The menu had plenty of food and even vegetarian food for Damian and a good variety, not just salads.
“So kitten… tell me more about the little Lady… Hermione.”

Harry smiled “She reminds me a bit of Babs, just not as chill, super smart. She can be a bit pushy though and majorly scary, she was beyond upset that the headmaster didn’t send a letter to her parents about the troll thing.”

“She sounds delightful,” Selina smiled.

“Just friends, like I could see her as a sister pretty quickly… I’m not interested in dating mom.” Harry was blushing just saying that. Selina laughed and he just knew he was about to be mercilessly teased.

“You invited her as your Winter Gala date?” Damian asked.

“Yes, she’s going to text me the color of her dress so we can match, she’s an only child so no siblings. She is also really interested in Wayne Tech.”

“Bruce will love that,” Selina chuckled. They spoke and ate Morrigan getting a meal and a new friend as a bold cat came for some affection and Morrigan took it upon herself to give the brave feline a doggy bath.

When they left Damian went to walk Morrigan leaving Selina and Harry next to the car. “Are you really ok there Harry? Ok with the extra work learning two different worlds?”

“Yeah… I am, it’s really nice there, I wish I could take you all to see the school. It's amazing. Moving paintings and staircases… suits of armor that talk and move, ghosts floating about and chattering. It was so overwhelming at first, I want to know what they can teach me… see what I can learn and maybe even help Dad and Tim and Damian’s teams… I know I’m too young but… when I graduate Dad will have no reason to stop me from joining the family business.”

Selina ruffled Harry's hair fondly. “At least you actually plan to wait, I still remember when your brother Tim took the suit and saved the day… Bruce was so mad, he got over it though.”

Harry smiled and after Damian got back they all went to the hotel. Harry was exhausted, he shouldn’t be but he was. So they all decided to watch a movie in the suite living area. Harry promptly fell asleep with Morrigan watching the door, as if she was a guard dog.