Supergirl: Bonded to a legend from another dimension
Part 1
He is Harry Potter, The Immortal.
Born in 1980 in the Highlands of Scotland, and he is still alive.
He is Immortal.
For Four Hundred years, he has been a warrior, a lover, and a wanderer.
He has constantly had to fight other dark practitioners of magic to the death in order to protect the lives of the innocent. Through victory, he has taken the enemies life, and with it, his or her power. And yet, his only sanctuary has been the Holy Grounds that have purged the darkness that has threatened to overcome his soul.
My name if Neville Frances Longbottom the 3rd, and I am a Watcher, the last of a once secret society of men and women who have observed and recorded the life of the worlds first, last, and only true immortal. And though we have observed from afar, we have never
interfered. We know the truth of this lonely Immortal. In the end, he was the greatest of us all.
The Worlds last human and truest Immortal Wizard.
May these words that I, Neville Frances Longbottom the 3rd, Lord of House Longbottom, also known as Neville the last, and dear friend and confidant of the true Lord of House Potter, write in this book, the final testament of what I have seen, experienced, and learned in my many adventures and travels alongside the one known as Harry James Potter, as my ancestors before me have. May those who read these journals, awaken the man, frozen in time and ice, give him a reason to continue living. May you or they help him find and grant him peace. And should the one that was once foretold to walk with him through the roads of eternity read these words, may she finally find it within her heart to accept the destiny that has been laid bare before her.
Through you, whom ever you are to read these words, help him to find what it means to love again. With the last of my worlds magic and technical genius and current level of technology, I and our Order, have tuned my instruments to your dimensions frequency, and in turn, to you. When you find him, you must read from this never ending book first before reading the others that have come before me. This is all I can send to you, who ever you are.
May the spirit of Magic and Fate bless you and guide you as they have my eldest friend.
Sincerely,
Neville Frances Longbottom the 3rd.
With a tired yet resigned breath, he closed the journal that he then placed in the magically charmed and space expanded drawer beneath the tube that held the frozen form of one Harry James Potter. That drawer held a vast library dating to the beginning of Harry James Potters immortal life, cursed by Death, never again
being allowed to see those he loves except through magical portraits, from his parents to his wife and children. He never married again after Ginervra's passing. Having lived a life of celibacy from then on. He traveled the world while fighting against those who chose the path of darkness, death, and destruction on both the mundane or non-magical, and the Magical. As he journeyed, he learned a many great things that would make both Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle jealous while Merlin, Morgana, and the Four Founders of Hogwarts would be proud, just as his family would be.
He had become the bridge between two peoples and after many years of living without aging, an Government Department head, who had observed him for some time, had decided to create an Agency or brotherhood, indoctrinating only those that were closest to Harry to record and chronicle his life, and those chosen, were none other than that being Harry's Godbrothers son, Neville Frances Longbottom the 2nd.
Harry Potter never strayed from the path of protector or defender, but when the technology of the world finally was able to aid him in ridding the world of Dark Witches and Wizards, and evil mundanes with evil in their hearts, they granted him a reprieve. After fighting for two hundred years, he ended up on an island within the British channels belonging to House Black, given to him by his then elderly Godson, just before his passing. It was then, he could finally settle down and live out the rest of his time in relative peace without always needing to fight, though he always did keep an eye out for the new things the world was creating and teaching.
When he wasn't traveling and learning new things, he would return to the island and lived as a Monk would, and like that of a farmer. He has always enjoyed making and watching things grow throughout his long life. It made him feel in a sense, complete.
And then, almost two hundred years later, the Earth had been alerted to an incoming collision with three comets the size of Texas
and California. Despite the worlds most advanced ships and weapons, they could not stop the comets.
The Minerals of which they were made up of made it impossible for even nuclear weapons to destroy. The Watchers felt it prudent to work with the other Government organizations to try and find a way to save as much life as they could. Many of the ships near Earth, gathered as many humans as possible and sent them off to other colonies throughout the Galaxy. Harry chose to remain, but several heads of state felt differently.
Against his wishes and due to a prophecy even he had no knowledge of, he was rendered unconscious where those who within the Watchers including Neville Longbottom the 3rd, had prepared for such an eventuality using the Mirror of Erised as a portal to another Dimension. Thanks to the remaining brains top notch people, Harry's body was placed within a cryo tube where he was then frozen. Knowledge, and various pieces of what remained of their world that had not been transferred off planet, was placed within a within a half a dozen shrunken trunks with charms that made the trunks into magical apartments but were filled with what materials and creatures Harry may need for his journey to his new home.
Neville regretted forcing this upon Harry, despite everything he had already gone through. He knew, after a little over a hundred years of peace, that Harry would lower his defenses when Neville brought an old wine over that he then, with his back turned, slipped a powerful drug that into the wine as he prepared a toast with Harry. The longest living human being, with the body of a middle twenties Adonis with the looks of a Mischief Maker and a Warrior, would never believe in a thousand years that those he trusted, would mildly betray him. Neville watched as seconds after Harry sipped the wine given to him, his eldest friend fell before him, unconscious. The drug used was one that not even Harry himself had known of nor been able to build an immunity to.
Everything was ready as the portal had been completed and activated after the mirror was enchanted to grow at double its
original size in order for Harry's body to be sent through. The Earth only had seventy two hours before the Comets arrived and struck Earth. The best that Earths defenses had left, managed to slow them down to get any one else who wanted to leave. Within the next 48 hours, Earth was near evacuated. All that remained was Neville and those who were preparing to send Earth and Magics champion to a new Dimension.
Neville watched as the tube and his friend within was sent through the glowing mirror before it powered down and he would join his remaining family within one of the other colonized worlds within the stars. He did not have the strength of heart to watch as his home and that of his ancestors, was destroyed days later. But, always his thoughts were on whether or not he made the right choice or if he had once again taken Harry's choice away from him due to selfish reasons. His only saving grace was the fact that everything that Harry had left, was placed within one of the trunks that resided in one of the sealed drawers beneath Harry's feet when he was sent through the Mirror of Erised. He could only hope, wherever Harry Potter was, he would finally find peace and love, once more as well as forgive him and those who aided him.
In another universe, Kara Zor-El, cousin of Kal-El, and last daughter of Krypton was flying over the skies of National City, just enjoying the air and bright clear skies when she felt something in her chest, right where her heart rested. She hovered above and touched down on an adjacent roof several blocks from Cat Co. International. Touching her chest, she gasped as she felt as if something had been returned to her that she never knew was missing. She wondered what this new feeling was when a beep in her right ear caught her attention suddenly.
"Kara here." she answered as she pressed a finger to her ear. "We need you to come in." came the voice of her sister Alex. "Everything okay?"
"An unknown energy reading near the DEO appeared out of nowhere and we've already began to respond to whatever it is. It's best to be prepared, just in case."
"I'm on my way." Kara stated as she looked up and shot off into the air with a loud boom.
This will take place months after Supergirl made her debut. I hope you like as I send this with other stories I have near completed which I will update either tonight or tomorrow. Remember to read and review. Until next time.
Supergirl: Bonded to a legend from another dimension Ch. 1 He awakens
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Ch. 1 He awakens
DEO Base of operations
"It looks like a casket." a feminine voice spoke up. "Only with a human male frozen inside."
"I think he's kind of cute." spoke up another.
"Despite him being frozen, Kara? There should be a reason why he's here." Alex Danvers, left hand Agent of Director Hank Henshaw of the Department of Extra-Normal Operations queried as she and her adopted sister looked down upon a tube-like object with various metal compartments. Inside the tube, was a male, his height being at approximately 6'1, 230lbs., black hair, with the build that spoke of 'fighter' that was both powerful and fast.
Alex Danvers, eldest daughter of the Danvers sisters, standing at 5'11, 103 lbs., short brunette hair, with a physical build for a female soldier. Wearing the standard uniform that spoke volumes that said she was very deadly when necessary, but had a heart of gold. She was also very intelligent, having mastered Bio-Engineering and other degrees of science over time.
Her adopted sister, Kara on the other hand, stood at 5'8, 97 lbs, blond hair, blue eyes, and an attractive slim figure and was pure power due to her Kryptonian heritage. Having escaped the
destruction of Krypton and was accidentally lost within the Phantom Zone for 24 years due to the shockwave of Kryptons implosion. When found by Earths champion Superman, whom was her now fully grown cousin, she was placed with Jeremiah, Eliza, and Alex Danvers by her said cousin Kal-El whom she was supposed to protect, but ended up keeping her safe by keeping her hidden. But due to being in the Phantom Zone for two decades, Kara was denied the chance to do so. This left Kal with the chance to protect her as she tried to do for him by sending her to be with friends who took her as one of their own. In time, like her cousin, she too took on a persona of a Superhero by donning a blue suit and a red cape, wearing the Crest of the house of El, and became a shining symbol that people could look up to, just like her cousin, Superman.
After having arrived on the scene outside the DEO by seven miles due east, the casket-like object was surrounded by DEO Agents, with Director Hank Henshaw and Alex Danvers walking around it and examining the man inside.
After not figuring out whom was inside due to the weird obviously advanced technology, Kara was tasked with bringing it back to base. The Agents minus Kara herself tried everything to figure why the man was inside just after Kara had set it down within a lab inside the DEO Base of Operations. To be honest, while she flew it in, the entire time her hand touched the 'casket', she felt a tingle that raced through her arms and to her heart, causing it to beat a bit quicker and yet made her feel as if a blanket of warmth surrounded her being, like the person inside was somehow connected to her as it was the exact same feeling she felt moments ago when she flew it in. She felt, in a sense, almost complete.
As the lab technicians were beginning to feel stumped on what to make of the casket or the technology it contained, and yet, suddenly, Kara had found her feet unconsciously moving her body towards the casket.
"Kara, what are you doing?" Alex asked as she observed her sisters eyes glazing over and her left hand outstretched, walking blankly
towards the casket.
Try as she might, she couldn't stop her sister when her boss then held her back with an single arm. She looked at the Director with a questioning expression as he gave one back that said to 'just wait'.
As Kara stepped into the room, the men and women within too looked at the Director who shook his head to not interfere. The second her hand which shook a bit as Kara fought to take back control of her body, touched the casket, one of the metal drawers beneath the casket shook a bit before it then popped open, allowing Kara to come back unto herself and quickly step back.
As Henshaw stepped over to look, there he saw a whole section of what looked like dated books within the drawer, one of which seemed to glow with light blue-ish type of energy, which then flew out of the said drawer and hovered within the air on its back. It then opened up with its pages flapping about, until an image of a brown haired man with a similar build and height as the man inside the casket appeared. He wore what looked like Victorian Era brown robes and suit.
The moment his eyes opened, he spoke, "You know, it's about bloody time you acknowledged your connection. Merlin, you just don't keep a guy waiting, you know."
Director Henshaw stepped into the room and before the image while Alex pulled her sister away, "Merlin? Who the hell are you? What are you?"
"Who the Bloody Hell are you?" the unknown image asked with narrowed eyes.
"Hank Henshaw, Director of the Department of Extra-Normal Operations. The woman next to me on the right is Alex Danvers, the one on my left is Kara Zor-El."
"What does the 'S' stand for?"
"It's not an 'S'. It's my families crest. The Crest of the House of 'El'!" Kara answered.
"Does it have a meaning?"
Looking to her sister who nodded after looking back at her for a moment, Alex nodded. Turning back to the holographic image, she answered, "It stands for 'Hope!'"
The image of the man did a double take, looking from her to Henshaw and back to her, then looking back at the man again, looking him up and down for a moment until coming to a decision as he nodded, "My name's Neville. Neville Frances Longbottom the 3rd, Watcher and friend of the Immortal Wizard and Hero of my world."
"Bullshit. Neville Longbottom doesn't exist. Nor do wizards, at least from what we know." Director Henshaw shot out with the image of the man calling himself Neville shooting back.
"Well, I did, and so did my ancestor. I'm guessing you guys must have heard of my ancestor in some form or another. And Wizards do exist, just not in your dimension, I reckon. I'm more or less a memory and magically created construct or AI of the man you see now. I was created through a combination of magic and technology of the time, in the image of the said man once known as Neville Longbottom the 3rd, complete with a copy of his mind and personality downloaded within my matrix."
"Watcher? Immortal wizard? You mean to say Magic exists?" The Agent known as Alex Danvers asked suspiciously.
Neville turned and his transparent hand was just itching to turn the machine on and free his friend, "Yes, it does. Not sure about in this dimension, but it does.", now standing over his friends still frozen body.
"Who is he to you?" Director Henshaw asked, arms crossed and brow creased.
"His name, is Harry James Potter." he sighed.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me? Potter's real?" Alex asked, her
expression of shock evident.
"He is. Several ages ago, he defeated a very powerful Dark Wizard, named..."
"Tom Riddle, alias Lord Voldemort yeah, we know." Supergirl said with a hint of excitement in where this conversation was going.
"Indeed, this is just too weird how you all know this. Anyway, due to a set of instruments that he tried either get rid of and or ignore, caused their creator to curse Harry with Immortality. This meant he would never grow old, never getting sick, or even be allowed to stay dead when others tried and succeeded in killing him on several occasions. The time in which he came from was 2387, just a little over 400 years after his birth. In 1980, a prophecy spoke of two children who would be born with the power to stop the Dark Lord of that era. Two children of two prominent and Ancient Magical families fit that bill, one was him," he said as he looked to the man currently being defrosted, "the other, was my ancestor or Grandfather, and his Godbrother, Neville Frances Longbottom, the first to bare the name I have. A well all know apparently,Tom Riddle was a very powerful Dark wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort whom we learned was so...scared I guess is the accurate term, of Death, that he learned from one of the teachers at our school of magic, a forbidden and very Dark form of magic that has been illegal since the day of the Romans. A magic originating from and started in the Ancient period and land of Egypt."
"Since I don't have to reiterate much, Tom Marvolo Riddle was his real name. He grew up in an orphanage and found by a teacher,"
"Dumbledore!" Alex snorted into her left curled up fist, causing everyone listening to look at her obnoxiously. "What?" she chuckled. "Oh, come on, even you guys have to admit that the old man was an asshole with control issues according to the books."
"Books?" Neville asked with a raised brow.
"Well, yeah. There are..." she was cut off by Director Henshaw.
"We need to be getting back to the point of the matter Agent Danvers. As amusing it sounds to hear you speak of the Harry Potter books, we need to stay focused on the current situation at hand."
"Yes sir." she said, properly chastised, lowering her head and linking her hands together behind her back.
"Any way, Dumbledore, would eventually become our schools Headmaster during the days of our parents. I won't go into his origins as it's in the first books within the drawer for you to read since an in depth investigation was conducted against him by none other than Rita Skeeter during the 2nd Blood Wars and even after, but suffice to say, the kid known as Tom Riddle was bad news from day one, and even the Headmaster Dumbledore who was a teacher at the time, felt it when he first laid eyes on the boy. Tom may have been bullied within the orphanage, but he had a darkness in him that showed through those he terrified while within it."
"What happened?" Kara asked in order to fill in the blanks of what she didn't already know. Neville looked at her and smiled sadly.
"Long story short, the boy claimed to be something he wasn't when he was sorted after accepting his Hogwarts invitation. It was dark times back then you see. Albus Dumbledore, the man who gave him his invitation, had just defeated the last Dark Lord who aligned himself with Hitler at that time." Here the Agents went on alert at the mention of the crazed tyrant and dictator. The AI didn't miss the stiffness or state of alertness of the Agents or of Kara. "Gellert Grindewald, a long time friend of Albus Dumbledores, someone whom went dark and obsessed with a local superstition, and created his own merry band of Dark Wizards and Witches known as the Knights of Walpurgis, got into a physical confrontation that turned into a magical duels of sorts with Dumbledores brother elder Aberforth when they were young. Albus tried to stop it resulting in a
three-way duel that cost both Dumbledores their sister, Ariana who walked right into the path of their three-way fight and was struck and killed by the flying spells."
Kara gasped and held a hand to her mouth at hearing this while Alex just clenched her fists tightly. She already knew this, but to hear it confirmed from the mouth of an AI hologram of a once living being was a bit much to take in. Henshaw's jaw looked like it was grinding due to the dark look he wore.
Neville looked tired at this point, "No one knows who killed Ariana, just that she did die from one of three men firing what is considered an unstoppable and unblock-able curse known as the 'Avada Kedavra' or better known as the 'Killing Curse'." Neville took a moment to contemplate whether or not he wanted to awake Harry just yet, even with what he was revealing. He felt they had a right to know about Harry so that way they wouldn't jump to conclusions when he was awakened.
"Suffice to say, Grindewald in our world was responsible for Adolph Hitlers rise to power. He started this whole...pure blood propaganda bullshite. These...Knights of Walpurgis when Riddle came into power would later go on to call themselves Death Eaters. When Grindewald fell at Albus Dumbledores hands or wand, the war was over. Grindewald was secretly locked up in his own prison, deep in the mountains of Germany. Dumbledore was hailed as a hero. And for a time, things was good. Then Riddle who disappeared for some time, returned under the moniker 'Lord Voldemort', and as I said, went and started up his own band of Dark Wizards and Witches called Death Eaters, and like Grindewald, targeted and killed many pure blood families within the magical communities. They didn't stop there. Like Grindewald, they terrorized the mundane or non-magical communities, though this time, he didn't make the mistake of creating another Hitler. This lasted until Dumbledore met up with a so called, partial Seer, who Dumbledore interviewed for a job within Hogwarts."
The crowd who gathered groaned at the blatant idea of Trelawney's part in Harry's families misfortune.
"Somewhere along the way, Dumbledore lost the script as it were or 'sense' I guess you could call it when it comes to the meaning of right or wrong as the group he created to fight Voldemort, were only allowed to use stunners, but no lethals against the enemy, claiming the so-called Death Eaters, had a right to redeem themselves. Despite the fact that their fellow terrorists just woke them up, in order to escape custody to continue their reign of terror. But the moment he listened to that supposed Seer Sybil Trelawney, any ability to make the right choice went right out the window for one Albus Dumbledore."
He left them in suspense as he paused for a moment in order to take a moment to finish the story quicker which took another hour to complete as he reiterated and once more confirmed the prophecy that directed Harry's life and eventually how a legend about three legendary keys or items were given to three men from Harry's families past by the entity known as Death within the 15 or 1600's. A legend that had taken over both Grindewald and Dumbledores lives for a time. Gellert was consumed with the idea of mastering Death, as it almost did his soon to be former lover and friend. Legend foretold about whoever united the items known as the Deathly Hallows, would become the Master of Death. Neville revealed every bit of Harry's past as he could, that in the end, when it was all said and done, let the DEO know just how far Albus Dumbledore would go and had ensured that what he as an almost carbon copy of himself, almost became a reality as he wanted a successor to his legacy, a successor who refused and in turn, was cursed for not acknowledging and accepting his role as Deaths champion. Harry lived a life of pain at first, and then was able to live a life of peace and love, only to realize what had happened to him had taken away his right to live a normal life after he thought he got rid of two out of the three Deathly Hallows, one of which was in fact a family heirloom that had no bloody past history, a cloak that was passed from father
to son since Death gave it to Harrys distant ancestor, Ignotus Peverell.
When Harry wasn't a family man, he was an Auror. But being an Auror came at a cost. When he was forced to kill, he unintentionally stripped the Dark Witch or Wizard of their Magic that was then absorbed into his being. One of two things that came with being the so called Master of Death, was the curse of Immortality and removing the magic from those undeserving of their gift and unintentionally absorbing their magic into himself. Harry became stronger both magically and physically, more powerful than any thought possible. Forced to watching his loved ones die while he retained his youth, Harry would forever wander the world, answering the call for help when there was no other choice. The then United Magical Governments created something called the Watchers when they learned the truth of his condition.
One person chosen above all others would observe and record his life, but never interfere unless the Governments had no choice but to issue for him to be put down, which thankfully never happened. House Longbottom, being the closest to House Potter due to the first Neville being Harry's Godbrother.
"And him being an Auror?" Henshaw asked.
"Magical Law Enforcement." Neville nodded. "We were supposed to protect the Wizarding World while also keeping it hidden from the Mundane World. In time, that changed when Harry brought both worlds together peacefully and Diplomatically, after serving faithfully and honestly for almost a hundred years before retiring. Old fears and prejudices were abolished over time. For Four Hundred years, Harry has lived, seeing many loved ones dying while he remained. A little over two hundred of those years, he fought against other Dark Witches and Wizards, even after retiring, answering the call when no one else could handle the situation, the side effect of his curse was in unwillingly taking the magic of those whom he was forced to put down like rabid dogs that they were. But many years later, with the continuing enhancement of our worlds technology, he no longer
needed to fight. The worlds top scientists found a way to remove a persons magic when they were captured. Used the said magic by empowering those whom were less fortunate due to inbreeding and were cast out by the last surviving Pure Bloods of our community.. but more than that, we found a way to track down and incapacitate the Dark factions. In a way, as Harry became obsolete, and so, he was given a reprieve and allowed to retire. For under two hundred years, he's lived in seclusion when he wasn't learning new things."
"Then,...why bring him here?" Alex asked.
"My world was threatened by three very large asteroids or meteors. Our best ships and their weapons could not stop them, not even of the nuclear persuasion. So, we had Earth evacuated. Harry wanted to stay when he first learned of them in order to die as he wanted, but the Watcher Council thought different. I was reluctant at first, but could not bare the thought of my friend surviving the impact, only to lie frozen in space, frying, dying, healing, and the cycle repeating itself repeatedly fro within the ruins that once was Earth as Death came to the Heads of the various Governments at the United Magical Nations and warned us of what would happen to Harry had he stayed. So, I caved. I came to him under false pretenses, drugged him, and our people had him placed within this cryo-tube. Using an Ancient mirror known as the Mirror of Erised, we turned it from a mirror that shows one their hearts desire, into a portal to another dimension. Everything that Harry ever had, from weapons, wealth, books, and knowledge, et., we placed in magically expanded trunks and placed them within the drawers you see before you, beneath his body. But more importantly, there was a secondary reason for sending him here..." Neville paused, looking at Kara and then the others.
"And the reason?" Director Henshaw demanded in a soft tone. "Is because of her." he answered, turning to look at Kara.
The girl of Steel looked at him and pressed a hand to her chest and scoffed, "Me?"
"Unknown to Harry, a recent, newly revealed prophecy was foretold almost three years ago, about us making the choice to send him to his chosen mate in another dimension. His equal. I won't go into the specifics, but it basically meant that when we made the choice to send him, there would be no going back, and that Harry would eventually find peace and love once more. Harry married once, and had many children. But when Ginny died, part of Harry died that same day as he was never the same from then on. He never loved again. Yes, he watched over his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, but in the end, he was alone as he had always been in the end. His descendants, were party to what we were forced to do when he wouldn't leave Earth upon its imminent destruction. As I said, I won't go into the whole spiel, but the specifics guided our hands. He has not loved a woman in many centuries since his first and only wife died due to time and natural causes. He has lived a lonely life for far too long. It's time for him to live again. It was said, that a daughter of Hope, in another world, in a different place in time, would guide him, and in time, show him how to love again, which is what we all hoped for as he more than deserves to be happy once more." Neville confirmed with a sad smile.
"Thi-This is insane. You are insane. You've taken his choice to die as he wanted and sent him into another dimension and now expect me to fulfill a prophecy about he and I. I-I just..." She couldn't finish as she then turned and stomped out of the room.
Alex, baring a dark glare at the holographic image, turned and began walking out of the room, calling out to Kara.
Neville, lowering his head, couldn't look Henshaw in the face, "I didn't mean to force this upon her."
"The thing is, you did. You forced it upon both of them. Did he know about this prophecy?" Henshaw asked.
"No."
Nodding, Henshaw stepped up to the cryo-tube and laid a hand upon it, "How powerful are we talking about here?"
"Extremely. He was a student of many forms of magic and learned even more forms of magic from Nicolas Flamel and his wife who faked their own deaths for a while when they allowed Dumbledore to possess a fake Philosophers Stone in an attempt to try and trap the wraith of the disembodied Dark Lord."
"So, the stone is real? We've had our own legends about the Flamels and the Philosophers stone here on our Earth." he informed Neville after seeing the image give a quizzical look.
Nodding in understanding, Neville admitted that it did and that Harry was in possession of his own Philosophers Stone. Neville made sure it was sent with him on the journey to the dimension.
Rubbing the back of his neck, and then his face, Henshaw stated, "I'm not sure if I'm making the right choice here, but,...is there any way to wake him up?"
The Hologram didn't have to verbally answer, he merely held a hand over the tube where an set of holographic transparent task bars with visual coding suddenly appeared and rose up just under Nevilles fingers as they danced over the task bars a moment later.
Suddenly, the cryo-tube turned from a ice-blue transparent color, to a deep red. "As the ice melts, it will be sent through a magical dispense system."
"How soon till he's defrosted and awakes?"
"A few hours at most. But I tell you now, he's going to be pissed. And when he does wake up, I'm just gonna hide in the drawer." The image of the man known as Neville looked upon the frozen form of his friend with trepidation and a hint of fear, making the man known as Henshaw, that it's not nice to go against someone who considered you a friend and betray their trust, as apparently, this
Neville person had done just that. It was safe to say that the room he was within was evacuated and sealed until Potter could awaken, because when he did awake, there was undoubtedly going to be hell to pay.
Meanwhile
Somewhere within the base, Alex was chasing her sister who was storming her way towards the exit of the DEO Compound, justified anger upon her ace, "Kara,...Kara, could you please just stop for a moment and talk to me."
Stopping just mere feet from the elevator of the compounds main exit, the woman known as Supergirl leaned forward against a wall with her fists and head. Her body was trembling as it was evident she was crying.
Alex, understanding how her sister was feeling, managed to catch Kara as she sank to the floor and down to her knees. Alex held her to her arms, swaying back and forth to help calm her down, as Kara grasped her sisters arms for dear life, "How could they do that to someone who wanted to die? Why take away his choice? How could they believe it was me he was destined to be with? Harry Potter, of all people."
"I can't answer that Kara. I'm sure they were only doing what they felt they had to do. It's obvious they were a race that believed in prophecies and didn't want their hero to die like the Dinosaurs did."
Sniffling, Kara nodded. It was apparent that that Earth had gone the way of Krypton, and the people did what they thought was best, "You know what's funny?"
"What's that?" Alex asked, laying her chin on her sisters right shoulder.
"Just before you called, I felt something. It felt like a part of me that I didn't know was missing had just arrived and seemed to call out to
me. And then when I saw him inside that tube, and during the time I carried him here, I felt something pulling me towards him, something...I-I can't even describe what it was I felt."
"Maybe,...maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it was meant to be. Who knows, this could be a good thing. Think about all we could learn from him. You did after all, call him cute. And hey, this is Harry Potter we're talking about here. Imagine the things we can see and learn from him."
Blushing, Kara giggled while gently and playfully slapping her sisters arm, "Shut up." The sisters share a laugh at this notion.
After a few moments of silence, Alex asked Kara if she was alright to which her sister admits that she is. Helping Kara to her feet, she helps Kara clean herself up, and then decided to return to the Director and the magical AI construct.
A few minutes later, the sisters came upon Henshaw who now held a closed book that contained the AI in both hands. He kept moving it back and forth from hand to hand as if trying to make a decision as he looked upon a red glowing cryo-tube. A second later, he held the book in his left hand while slipping his right in his pocket.
"Why is the tube glowing red and why is the rooms doors closed?" Alex asked.
"Because, I think Mr. Potters been asleep long enough. Plus, with his abilities and power, he could become an asset. But the AI better known as Neville, has informed me that our new friend will most likely be very angry when he wakes up." he answered.
Kara used her senses to check on their guest. She stilled as she picked up a heart beat. Henshaw noticed, "Kara?"
"His heart just started beating. And it's only picking up." she responded with a bit of anticipation.
Neville was off by a over an hour or so as suddenly, the ice then began to crack, a white glow showing in between said cracks.
"I think we may want to back up." Looking at her sister as she said this, Kara stepped back a step or two. Mirroring her, Alex and Henshaw and the anticipating crowd stepped back two steps when suddenly, the glass and remaining ice, blasted out in every direction, shattering the glass walls of the room.
All three plus the other Agents and personnel of the DEO, flinched at the powerful aura that Harry Potters body radiated. Kara could feel that presence once more pulling her to the newly awakened Wizard. What it was, she couldn't tell as there was suddenly a great bellow from a deep voice. A wave of magical energy threw the shattered glass outward, causing everyone nearby to shield themselves by turning away, though Kara only had to raise her arms up to block the flying debris.
The power within the DEO had then been knocked out, causing the back-up generators and red emergency lights to kick in as the personnel within the DEO went about their jobs, trying to fix the damage caused by the wave of energy.
Those nearby the room as well as the Director and Danvers sisters looked back and observed as the man whom was once frozen within the glass tube, was floating in the air, his hands clenched into fists at his side, his body surrounded by what she assumed was pure white, magical energy that pulsed strongly in tune with his breathing.
Kara was breathless as she looked at him, and lest she say, turned on at what she now knew was his power. Gulping while her breathing began to pick up with her eyes wide, she and the others observed as Harry James Potter slowly touched down on the ground. He stood for several moments as his power began to recede within him. His eyes was closed as he was focusing on calming down.
For a few tense filled moments, everyone looked at the newly awakened man whose breathing had finally evened out as his eyes
opened. Turning his head, the Danvers sisters and every woman within the base swooned as his green eyes, opened for the first time in their dimension, glowing with barely restrained power. As he began to turn his body, he collapsed to the floor with a smack.
Running into the room, Kara, Alex, and Henshaw knelt beside the man who groaned as Kara turned him around onto his back. His eyes fluttered for a moment until they focused on the costumed heroin. As her hand rested on his chest, his left wet, yet calloused hand slowly landed on her own hand that was on his chest. The second the physical connection was made, both of their eyes glowed briefly Harry was rendered unconscious once more, with Kara collapsing next to him. His hands tightened around hers as hers tightened around his.
"Kara. KARA!" Alex hollered as she shook Kara who didn't respond.
Not knowing what to do, the Director opened the book that he had laid next to him, "Neville, get your ass out here, NOW!"
A flash of white light, and the image of their holographic friend was standing by his side. One look at the scene, and Neville looked down. Kneeling, he asked, "What happened?"
After explaining what happened, Alex questioned the AI as its head lowered, "You know what this is!"
"Yes. It's the beginning of a bond. What you would call a match made in heaven. What we within the magical community called a 'Soul Bond'. It's only a matter of time before they will have to act completely on the bond to solidify it. But we have time before that happens. For now, they cannot be separated for a few days in order for the bond to stabilize."
"Completely?" Alex demanded with a critically raised eyebrow. "Through sex." he finished.
"Oh, that's going to be a problem." She said with a sudden realization as she groaned, her head falling downward.
Here's chapter 1. It's only the beginning of a new adventure for Harry and a new problem for Supergirl. Also, the opening is a combination of both Highlander and the Last Witch Hunter that starred Vin Diesel. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy. Until next time.
Supergirl: Bonded to a legend from another dimension Ch. 2 Where Magic meets Krypton
J. K. Rowling, D. , the family of Otto Binder, Alan Plastino, and
Curtis Swan do. Positive reviews are welcome.
Ch. 2 Where Magic meets Krypton
"Hello." A female voice called out, echoing within the blackness. Just seconds ago, the Girl of Steel had awoken to nothing but pitch blackness, wondering what in the hell had happened. One minute, she was helping an honest to Rao, real life Harry Potter, onto his back after displaying and releasing a massive amount of magic that released him from his icy tomb, and the next thing she sees as she looks into the most rarest of emerald colored eyes, is total blackness, of course, his touching her hand on contact had played a part in that as well.
"Who are you?" A male voice called back, once again an echo sounding off within the blackness after the male voice called back.
"Kara. Kara Zor-El. Are you Harry Potter?" she replied.
"Who wants to know?" he asked as suddenly, a bright white light shined down from above Kara, causing her to flinch and shield her eyes with her hand until she could focus her eyes. The sound of footfalls hitting what was marble floorboards was heard as she tried to focus on where the footfalls was coming from. "Kara Zor-El. Zor- El." Harry pondered aloud, "Zor-El, your father, yes?" Harry asked as he stepped into the light before Kara. Whereas he was dressed in a full black suit and shoes, she was in a blue suit with an 'S' on her
chest in an odd red crested format, red skirt, boots, and cape with a yellow belt.
"Yes." she said as she stood nervously before Harry. "Why are you in my head? What's going on?"
"You won't like the answer." she answered.
"Try me."
Looking into his eyes, she tried to get a read on him. Damn his green eyes. A girl like her, was beginning to get lost in them. And she couldn't even get a read on him.
"What do I need to know, Ms. Zor-El?" he asked softly, but with a bit of impatience. Stepping into her personal space, he showed he was damn serious.
Quickly schooling her features while not backing down, she raised her chin and looked him in the eyes. So she told him what she knew. When she was done, she had to step back as he wore a hurt look. A look that can only be described from one experiencing betrayal. He stumbled back and fell to a knee, his head lowered as his breathing became erratic due to an emotional upheaval.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she whispered as she lowered herself to a knee and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I trusted them. I was ready to die." He raised his head and looked her in the eyes, "Where's Neville?" he asked moments later when the silence began to become cumbersome.
"Director Henshaw has him, or-er, his book."
Looking away, he nodded. Rising to his feet, Harry then wore a determined expression, "Time to wake up." Grabbing her by the arms, he closed his eyes and looked like he was trying to
concentrate, only it went from a look of concentration, to a open eyes troubled expression.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just give me a moment." he answered as he tried to concentrate again. When nothing happened, he let her go and backed away, "That's impossible. I'm a Master Occlumist. I should be able to wake us up."
"Occlumist? That's the mind magics...thing, right?"
"Yes. Occlumency is the art of protecting ones mind, shielding, and helps with memory recall. It's exact opposite is Legilimency. The art of attacking and controlling others minds." He answered. Looking her up and down, "What's with the suit and what are you?"
"I'm a Kryptonian."
"Meaning non-human?"
"Yes. I'm from a planet that was once called Krypton." "Was? Past tense?"
Nodding, she told him about Kryptons destruction, and how she was charged to look after her baby cousin Kal-El. Upon Kryptons destruction, how her ship was knocked off course and she was accidentally misplaced in a prison dimension known as the Phantom Zone or over 24 years until a tear in time and space allowed her to slip through, but so did a prison known as Fort Rozz, a Kryptonian Prison created and sent to the Phantom Zone as a means to imprison the worst of the worst of Krypton and the Galaxies most dangerous criminals.
Upon her arrival, she was found by a grown Kal-El and placed with a friend of her cousins, a family known as the Danvers, Jeremiah and Eliza. They already had a daughter named Alex. In order to protect
her from his own enemies from villains like a career criminal/ Billionaire known as Lex Luthor and others who may or may not have known his human identity.
She then spoke of her current problems with her surviving kin and Biological Aunt and her mothers twin Astra. Speaking of the surviving Kryptonian criminals as well as the other escaped criminal aliens, had Harry chuckling, followed by a full blown laugh.
"What?" she asked with a small perplexed giggle. "Why are you laughing?"
As he calmed down, he replied, "And I thought I had it bad back in the day when it came to my family." Rubbing his neck and raising his head to look at her, he then focused his eyes, activating his Mage Sight. Though her body shined as brightly as the sun, it was then he saw the gold tether binding them together as it flowed from his chest to her own.
She saw his eyes glowing as he looked her up and down. She was forced to cover her chest as his eyes rested on them. Looking back into her eyes, he deactivated his Mage Sight, "I wasn't looking at your chest, I was looking at the tether, binding you and I together. And before you ask, if you saw my eyes glow, it's because I possess the ability to see peoples auras, and yours shines as bright as the sun. It seems that we're in the beginning stages of a magical bonding."
"Ma-Magical bonding?" she stuttered.
"Meaning, by the 'Powers that be', and the laws of Magic, you and I are married."
"Married?" she gasped as she stumbled backwards. Harry meant to catch her, but she held him back with an outstretched arm.
"Kara."
"Don't." she tried.
"Kara." he tried more softly.
"Don't touch me. Let me out." she cried out. "It doesn't work like that."
"Let me out." she repeated.
"KARA!" he snapped, getting her attention. "The only way we're getting out of this is if we come to terms about our situation. Unique as it is, I will eventually have to come to terms with this. Yes, I am upset. Pissed off? Sure I am. But more importantly, we are 'both' in a sticky situation...'together'. Now the only way we are getting out, is if we work together."
"How?"
"We have to accept this, accept each other. I love and miss my wife and my children and their children and their childrens children. But I know Ginny and the others wouldn't want me to continue pushing you or anyone I may come across, away. She'd want me to find that special someone with the extremely long life like myself. I never bonded with her the way I am apparently bonded with you. This, he said as he gestured with an open flat palm towards her and himself, "is a first for me, not that I haven't heard of soul bonds before. The last pair of soul bonded couples I knew of were the Flamels."
"Flamels. As in..."
"The creators of the Philosophers Stone, yes. Not many people got to experience a magical bonding quite like they did. It's very rare, but as I said, not unheard of."
Chuckling to herself in forethought, "You know, when I first laid eyes on you, I told my sister that I thought you were kind of cute."
"Kind of?" he asked with a single raised eye with a hint of amusement.
"Okay, maybe kind of is putting it lightly." she replied. She suddenly noticed that he was slowly advancing towards her, forcing her to take a step back. "What are you doing?"
"What would you like me to do?" he asked as he thought up a wall that she then backed up against without knowing about it until her back hit it.
"Where did..."
"My mind, my rules." he said as he then laid his hands on the wall behind her and leaned into her and smelled the perfume she wore. He couldn't identify the brand due to being away from the many women who tried to court him throughout the many years he kept himself in seclusion. Somehow, the perfume she wore out in the real world could also be carried and smelt here in his mental realm.
Kara's legs were shaking a bit as she tried to keep herself from hitting the floor. She couldn't understand how this...'Wizard', could have this kind of effect on her. Just looking at his lips made her want to kiss him. Oh did she want to kiss him. Wait, why was she contemp-...'
Her mind went blank as he slowly leaned down and captured her lips in his own. His hands slid around her face, his large fingers gentle as he pulled her towards him. She moaned as she leaned into the kiss, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck as his hands then traveled lower and wrapped around her midsection, bringing her body closer.
His tongue begged her for entrance to which she gladly permitted as there was a flash of bright light and then finding themselves within what seemed to be an infirmary, in one anothers arms, doing here what they were just doing within Harry's mind. Only difference was they were laying on their sides on a soft bed.
Their eyes opened as Kara found herself lying on an arm, his arm. His other hand was stroking her chin as he looked at her, and he, looking at her.
"Hi." he whispered.
"Hi back." she said with a smile.
"Hello to you both." another voice called out. Kara turned to the voice as her sister and Director Henshaw stood at the end of the bed of which they laid within the infirmary. In the Directors hands was the book containing the magical AI of Harrys friend, Neville.
"Alex, Director Henshaw!" the female Kryptonian called out with embarrassment apparent with how red her cheeks were turning.
Harry, seeing the book in the dark skinned mans hands, narrowed his eyes as he summoned it to his hand. The second it flew from the unknown mans hand and made contact with his own, he then sat up and pulled himself from the bed with Kara doing the same on the other side. Testing his feet and saw they were in working condition, he then attempted to see if he could stand. He was a bit unsteady as he slowly raised himself to a standing position. Kara was beside him in an instant as he realized he was now in a white hospital clothing.
"Easy, you haven't been on your feet in some time." she said as she placed a hand on his back and his chest. After a few minutes of testing his feet and their ability to allow him to stand, Harry finally, with a pained groan, forced himself to stand on his own. When he did, he began to take a step with Kara by his side as he took it one step at a time. It wasn't long before he felt he was capable of walking on his own. He then held the book in his hands up into eye level. But before he said anything, Kara had asked how long she was out, with the man he now knew was called Henshaw admitting that she had been out going on three days.
"Oh no, Cat." Kara cried out in worry.
"Don't worry, we've made sure she understood that you were a bit under the weather." Alex stated. Having already introduced Harry to her sister and Henshaw, she now watched as Harry caused the book to float in front of him with an upended open palm and causing the book to open itself, with the pages flapping onto the cover and turning more pages.
"Neville, get out here, now!" The powerful Wizard demanded.
Tho floating open book glowed for a moment in the same transparent magical glow the others had seen days ago when they first met the AI.
"Neville Francis Longbottom the 3rd, at your service." the AI announced, bowing low with its left arm underneath its chest, as it materialized before Harry and the DEO Agents and Kryptonian in a shimmer of magical energy. Harry stomped up to the AI who flinched at the Immortal Wizards angry demeanor.
As it was backed up into a wall, seeing it had no where to go, it held up its arms as if to ward Harry off. "Harry, I know you're not happy. But I did what I did for a good reason."
Not liking that excuse, Harry smashed a right fist into the wall next to the AI's head. "That wasn't your decision to make. And now, you've jeopardized her life and her destiny." he yanked his hand out of the wall. "I thought I knew you Nev. Apparently, the apple has fallen 'far', from the tree."
"That's not fair Harry." The AI shot back with a snarl.
"Your Predecessor would never have betrayed me or listened to the
Council. He would have abide with my wishes."
"I wanted you to live."
"And I wanted to die. I was ready to die. My family, my whole family, was waiting on me. And you took that away from me."
"I did what I had to do." The AI stood straight, and pointed a finger at its friend while balling up the other hand into a fist. "You wouldn't have died. You would have survived the Earths destruction and been frozen alive in space and we would have never been able to find you within the debris that was left behind from Earths destruction."
"You can't know that. There was a good chance that I would have been vaporized. I was more than ready to enter the Afterlife."
"Newsflash Harry. The scientific group within our community estimated otherwise while Death itself confirmed that you would survive the Earths decimation. Because you refused the gift it wanted to give you all those years ago, it would have protected you and ensured you lived, if only to suffer. We didn't want that to happen."
Trying to look for any deceit in his friends eyes and not finding any, the last Wizard hollered in frustration as he kicked a nearby chair through a glass wall that shattered, with glass pieces flying about, he then about-faced, and walked out of the infirmary. Alex and Henshaw looked at Kara expectantly. Nodding and doing as expected, Kara left the room to follow after her bonded as the Director and his Lieutenant looked back at the AI construct.
"I knew he'd be mad, but to resort to physical violence...?" Neville stated as he sighed in relief and held an arm against his transparent chest.
"Has he used physical violence before?" Henshaw asked.
"Yes but..."
"But nothing. Sometimes, resorting to violence when aggravated or pissed off can be a major stress reliever. I expected him to do worse." Alex shot out next, her eyes nearly glaring a hole through Nevilles transparent head.
As she went to leave the infirmary herself, Director Henshaw asked, "Can you follow?" The AI construct nodded, "Good, follow me. You may be useful in aiding the DEO."
Harry had found his way back to the tube which he had occupied for an unspecified amount of time. Due to not being familiar with the place, Kara showed him where it was when she had caught up to him. She tried to make small talk to see if he was alright, but he just wasn't in the mood as he needed to vent his frustration. He managed to find the chest that contained his clothing, armor, and weapons. Enlarging it and opening it, he looked at his bonded, "Excuse me a moment." Since the chest was on the floor next to his cryo-tube, he stepped in and disappeared as if descending a flight of stairs.
She was blown by the level of magic he was revealing as he entered the chest. Curious, she followed him down after about two minutes since he entered.
Inside the chest, Harry found the rooms containing his clothing, armor, and weapons. Stripping out of the light blue medical clothing, he slipped on a pair of black boxers, followed by black jeans and a black T-shirt. He stiffened the second he tucked the shirt into his pants, "I thought I said to give me a moment." he said as he buttoned up and zipped his pants up.
"I was curious. I've never seen real magic at work before. I've met a woman named Zatanna who's a friend of my cousin and whom practices a different form of magic outside of stage magic compared to yours, but this,...this is something else."
"Space expansion charms and transfiguration charms. They went all out when they made sure most of the important stuff I owned came with me. This chest contains all of my clothing, weapons, and armor." he said as he grabbed a pair of black boots and began to slip them on.
Kara, hearing about the weapons turned towards one of the rooms. A second later, Alex too came down and whistled at the many
weapons Harry had collected on his Earth over time. "Woah, that's a lot of guns." There were white glowing racks filled with guns that looked to date from the beginning of the first gun to more futuristic. Some that even resembled what one would see on various sci-fi films and television.
"Blades too." Harry said as he entered the room after securing a waist level black waist level leather jacket over his shoulders, a medieval black and white shield crest on the left breast area.
"Is that your family coat of arms?" Kara asked.
"Yours now too." he answered as he opened a small cabinet on the other side of the room, underneath the bladed section. He knew what he was searching for as the many jewelries his family collected over time resided within the magically expanded drawer. His eyes rested on a bracelet no one outside of his Grandmother Euphemia ever wore. He wasn't sure if Kara was willing to wear his family engagement ring that returned to his vaults all of those years ago after his wife's passing. Like all female Potters, whatever jewelry they wore, including the engagement and wedding rings, always returned to the Potter vaults upon the wearers deaths. Harry turned to Kara and held out the bracelet with one hand. "For protection. Various forms of protection from magical and mental have been spelled into it. Not even technology based energy attacks can harm you. The final one I had placed on all of my families jewelry was a spell that protected its wearer from any and all forms of Earth based radiation. Took us a while to figure out and create a shield charm for that."
"Earth based Radiation?" she asked, looking up at him with a hopeful look.
"Yeah, why?"
"It just so happens that she and her cousin have an allergic reaction to a specific form of radiation that resonates from pieces of Karas
homeworld." Alex said as she looked at Harry who then looked at Kara and back to her sister in a worried expression.
"I'll need to see these pieces in order to see if the bracelets work against whatever type of radiation they emit." Harry said as the moment Kara slipped it on, Harry then informed her, "The bracelet can only be removed by you, no one else."
Kara gently ran her fingers over the Celtic designed silver bracelets with Harrys family crest, "Is this silver?"
"Pure or as it's technically termed 'Three Nines fine'."
"Wow." both sisters said in shock. Harry smirked as he turned back to the drawer and picked out something similar and turned to Alex.
"Since Kara's your sister, you'll need this one as well. Layered with the same protections."
"Thanks." she said as she took it and slipped it on. It resembled the one Kara wore somewhat with a red jewel in the center, but different at the same time as Kara's had a green jewel.
Harry nodded in acquiesce. Closing the drawer, he looked up and pulled down a large and rather long sword. He slid it in while it was within its scabbard, into a slot on his jackets back just inches below the jacket neck collar. A 'click' confirmed it was secure.
"What kind of sword is that?" Alex asked as he turned and pulled down a .45 Longslide from the wall in which it was hanging on. Removing the clip, he checked it, slipped it back into place, and chambered a round. He turned away from the girls and lined the sights before he then put the safety on and slid the gun into a holster inside his coat.
"It's a personally designed bastard sword. Took me a while to find a British Master Sword-Smith, and a magical one at that. I brought a
Goblin friend who aided and worked with him using the Goblin Mithril, the strongest magical metal in existence."
"How strong?" Kara asked.
"It can cut through an atom." he said as a matter of fact, causing them to go wide-eyed.
"And the .45?" Alex asked.
"Magical bullets that do not come out as balls of copper jacketed lead, but beams of magical energy, with three settings on the gun itself, stun, kill, and,..I'll see you in hell." But the last two have barely been used, if ever. I prefer not to use them unless absolutely necessary. Limitless ammo charmed cartridge." he handed a similar gun to her. "The beams are able to puncture even the strongest of metals, no matter the setting."
"Like Star Trek." Kara said.
"Exactly." Harry confirmed as he turned to her.
She gazed at the gun a moment in awe before trying to hand it back to him. He pushed it back into her hands, "Keep it, you never know when you'll need it." After securing a third in a holster on his back, he decided to call it a day within the chest. Escorting them out after she holstered her new weapon, he picked up the now shrunken trunk and placed it into his inside jacket pocket on the right. "Right, I need to fly. Any way I can get around to seeing the sun, seeing how long I've slept."
"You can fly?" Alex asked skeptically.
"At one point in time, it used to be by broom. Then, I picked up the gift of flight when I discovered how Tom Riddle did it. Couldn't maintain long-term flight on my own without a broom until I learned of my curse that unintentionally forced me to take the magic of my enemies."
"Brooms. Your people really used brooms?" Kara asked.
"Yeah! We did. In fact, I have a few still that I keep for sentimental reasons." he said while while wearing a fond retrospective expression. "I even have a flying motorcycle and several flying cars."
Alex's head snapped at this towards him when he said this. "Flying motorcycles and cars?"
Seeing the look of longing and curiosity on her face he smiled, "You want to see?"
"See what?" Henshaw asked as they stepped into the DEO's Control Room.
"He's got flying cars and motorcycles."
"For real?" Henshaw asked with a bit of skepticism.
It took Harry a moment to find the chest he wanted as he had to go over the various labeled chests until he found the right one. For some reason or another, it wasn't a chest Harry was familiar with until Neville showed him how to access it. Once it was on the ground, it had to be tipped forward in order to be enlarged. When it grew to be near six feet in height and seven feet in diameter and width, a set of lights activated within the magically expanded Room/Garage, showing the various cars Harry had collected over the years, up to and including various high tech futuristic vehicles and aircrafts. There weren't just cars and motorcycles, the aircrafts inside looked like something only the military was supposed to have. One could see that the room inside was so large that one could see that it seemed endless with its inner size.
"Woah, those are..." Alex gasped as she was sure she was looking at the various military fighter jets within Harry's aerial collection from the Tomcats to the Stealth Bombers and more.
"Yeah, they are. I developed a passion for classical cars and muscle cars as well as various decommissioned military jets and fighter planes." Harry confirmed as he too looked around at other vehicles of choice, "But they're more or less relics from another time period. They work, but have no ammo or any fire power of any sort. I kept them in as mint a condition as I possibly could after attaining them."
He then stopped before his late Godfathers Sirius Blacks old motorcycle, the 1959 Triumph 650 T 120 Bonneville and ran his hand over it fondly. He closed his eyes and dove into his memories, thinking back to the many time he rode the motorcycle, from both before and After Sirius' death. It's had constant upgrades over time. In a way, since he inherited it after Sirius' death, he felt as if the bike was alive, and was just asking to be ridden, though he wouldn't receive it till after the 2nd Blood War was over. Hagrid had delivered it to him personally after retrieving it from where it fell the night of his 17th Birthday, the day the 2nd Blood War officially began.
So strong was the feeling, that he cast a shrinking spell on the bike and pocketed it in his jacket while looking back and seeing Alex and Henshaw looking at some of his other bikes and cars. Alex and her sister stood before a Green with double Black striped 2015 Dodge Charger while Henshaw was gazing on something a little more subtle, a 1967 Orange with Black Stripes Mustang Fastback. As Henshaw was admiring the car before him, Alex was running her hand on the Charger from the engines hood to the roof.
Kara standing next to Harry, could only look at her sister with a twinkle in her eyes, "She looks like she's in love."
"Think so?" Harry asked with his arms crossed. "I know so." she shot back.
He thought for a moment before he then said, "It's hers if she wants it."
Having heard that, Alex snapped her head in his direction, "For real?"
"For real." he said with a nod. "Key's above the flap."
"Alright." she hollered as she jumped into the car to just get a feel for the muscle car. Walking to the drivers side after she climbed in and shut the door, he lowered himself to her level, "There should be an instruction manual in the glove compartment. I always leave one in all my cars when I upgrade them with the latest in technology and magical enhancements."
Rising and turning to look towards Henshaw, he then asked, "Interested in the Fastback?"
"No, I'm good for now. Thanks for the offer though. I'm more or less interested in whether or not you'd be interested in working with us."
"Got an Office?"
"I do." Henshaw replied.
Walking over to and clapping the man on the arm, "Let's talk."
Half an hour later after re-shrinking the chest and pocketing it, Harry James Potter had finished speaking with Director Hank Henshaw and now possessed a copy of a signed contract, allowing himself to work for the DEO with Alex as his handler. So long as he wasn't used for assassination missions, he'd do whatever they wanted. But he let them know, that if he was put into a position to take a life, it would only be if he had no other alternative or choice. Harry walked out of Henshaw's office with the promise of getting him some identification papers after Henshaw reported back with his superiors. Harry let him know he understood how the chain of command thing worked and was glad he asked for Henshaw to be straight up with him. In return, the extra gun he had on him, he handed over to the Director after explaining its purposes and capabilities.
Harry transported Alex's new muscle car to the DEO garage in his own way since it was too big to remove from the chest by itself. At this time, Kara had called into her job and talked to her boss, one Catherine 'Cat' Grant. Thankfully, her boss didn't hold it against her as Alex made sure to thin it smoothly, however she worded the reason for her not being at work for the last three days.
She hung up the phone and turned to Alex and Harry who just entered the Command Center of the DEO, "Got things squared away with Cat."
"Mmmhhh, yeah. She understood in her own...Cat Grant way." Kara answered with her hands clasped in front of her. Looking at her bonded, she then asked with a nervous expression, "So, you say you want to fly. And seeing we're in a complicated situation regarding what we have between us, you up for seeing our mother?" she had walked and stood next to Alex as she said this.
"She going to shoot me?" he asked with a slightly raised left eyebrow.
"Well, I...can't...answer that since our dad was Black Ops but, if there is anyone you really have to fear is..." she left the rest unsaid for a moment.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Her cousin Kal." Alex finished. "Kal?" Harry repeated.
"Kal-El. My baby cousin who likes to argue at times about who the real baby of the family is due to our ages and size. I was supposed to raise and nurture him after coming to Earth when Krypton exploded. But, due to my ship being damaged by debris from Kryptons exploding, I spent 24 years in the Phantom Zone, frozen in time so to speak while he grew up here on Earth without me." Kara explained.
"Huh, good to know there's someone out there who may be able to kick my ass. So, about that flight...I got to get out and spread my wings, so to speak. We Potter men were born to fly."
Seeing the girls look his way, Henshaw snorted, "Go, things are quiet for the moment. Get out of here. Potter, one more thing." he tossed Harry an ear piece communicator that Harry then caught in midair, "Just in case."
Nodding, Harry placed it within his ear as Kara then grabbed his arm, "Come on, let me show you the exit."
"And I'm going to take my new ride for a spin to break it in." Alex eagerly stated as she about-faced and walked back towards the garage with a quickness in her step.
The moment Harry and Kara exited the hidden Government facility, Harry took a moment to look upon the near darkened skies as the sun was descending behind the hill that hid the DEO. The city was just beginning to lighten up. He closed his eyes and inhaled the air. It was, intoxicating, to say the least. Suddenly, Harry began to shine, as if he was made out of pure white energy that then flowed around him. His eyes then snapped open, allowing her to see them shining a bright emerald. Amazingly, Kara could feel his power through their bond. They had yet to go into the technical aspects of thier bond, but they had time for that.
Looking at one another, she asked, "You ready?"
"You lead, I'll follow." he answered with a reassuring smile.
Smiling back at him, she slowly rose into the air. She saw he didn't rise into the air with her, "I thought you wanted to fly?" she teased.
"Can you keep up?" he asked.
"Is that a trick question?" she asked with a raised brow.
Smirking, he bent his knees and pushed off, shooting off into the darkening skies, straight up way past Kara, at incredible speeds.
"Hey." she shouted as she followed after him.
Not far from the hidden base, a dark haired woman in a dark suit, hovered within the air of the near darkened skies and looked upon the white vaporous streak that her niece shot off after. Her eyes narrowed as she wondered just what this new person was doing with Kara. She'd have to investigate this before doing anything else. She followed discreetly from a distance, accelerating towards her quarries, making sure to keep to the shadows of the night. Astra In- Ze would find out whom this person was and his connection to her niece, one way, or another.
Ch. 2 is now up. Going to also be reworking on a crossover that I deleted due to bad writing and not enough clear thinking put into the story. But I am also half done with my Avengers/Power Rangers crossovers newest chapter. I am also working on Chapter Two of my G.I. Joe/Captain America crossover and my Ch. 8 of my Lone-Wolf story. So stay tuned. Leave me reviews and please remember, when it concerns Fanfiction, the reasons for these stories we write is so we can take things we enjoyed reading and watching on the big and small screens, and put our own spins on them. So, if we choose to do Triple or even Quadruple crossovers, who cares. That is the reason for Fanfiction. To tell a good story when we need something new to read outside of the material on papers that lines our homes and libraries. Until next time.
Supergirl: Bonded to a legend from another dimension
Ch. 3 A healthy outlet
J. K. Rowling, D.C. Comics,
and the families of Otto Binder, Alan Plastino, and Curtis Swan
do.
Positive reviews are welcome.
Authors note: Next Star Wars/Harry Potter update is half finished and will be posted soon alongside this and others such as my Power Rangers/Pacific Rim crossover and more. So stay tuned.