Secret World Living Among Us!
by Lois Lane.
You ever hear those conspiracy theories about some organization pulling the strings of the government covertly in the background. Theories of the Illuminati have been around for centuries. This reporter would have thought of them to be a conspiracy based on thoughts of lunacy.
Yet, such an animal may exist, in a fashion. At least such an animal exists inside Great Britain. A secret government running separate from that from the Prime Minister, ran by witches and wizards. This government flagrantly disregards the rights of those who are non-magical or Muggle as the vernacular is.
I sat down with the heroes Spanner and Supergirl after their adventure at the company formally known as Lexcorp (see Page 4 for more details on the future of Lexcorp and proof of Lex Luthor's criminal activities). Spanner informed me that the hidden world uses memory modification, enchantments that can bend the will of others, and magical users can also enter locked rooms without any effort.
Several records have been uncovered and are presented of several unsolved closed room murders dating back decades (See next page). Was magical users involved or maybe the government themselves? We must wonder about the Prime Minister and his knowledge in this. The veil of secrecy over that world has been nearly foolproof.
Meanwhile, I can reveal that Supergirl and Spanner are happily married. Two children, the last son and daughter in their respective families, who thought they could never fit in anywhere, find true love with each other at the height of their frustration. We really do have a happy ending once and for all in the world of capes. Perhaps there is hope for others as well. Only time will tell.
A set of hands held the newspaper containing this article.
The Muggle Prime Minister sat rigid on the edge of his chair. He looked at his phone as if it was a bomb ready to go off. It had been ringing for three days straight and he heard loud angry voices outside of his window.
A brick flew and hit the outside wall, narrowly missing the window. He edged himself away from the widow as fast as he could.
"Look, I don't care if he's busy, I need Scrimgeour right now!" yelled the Prime Minister as he felt the potential of re-election slipping away from him. "We have a state of emergency here in the country because someone blew the whistle on you magic people!"
"I'm sorry, the Minister has his own problems," muttered the portrait on the wall. "Ever since Harry Potter left Hogwarts, the Ministry has been in disarray, Death Eater attacks are on the rise, and the budget is shot. There's nothing…"
"Look, I don't care about any Harry Potter, I just care about stopping the entire country by being devastated by riots!" yelled the Prime Minister as he looked at the portrait.
The Prime Minister looked through the door and his bodyguards mobilized right into place.
The fireplace came to life and Rufus Scrimgeour stumbled out of the fireplace, looking like he aged about ten years in a few days.
"Yes, Prime Minister, what is it?" asked Scrimgeour in a forced polite voice and the Prime Minister tossed the paper, almost in his face. "Let's see…you called me here just to throw a Muggle Newspaper at me?"
"Read it," said the Prime Minister through gritted teeth as he wondered if he could strangle this wizard before he would reach his wand. He calmed that impulse, because murder was the last thing he needed at the present moment.
"I see, I see, I see," muttered Scrimgeour, nodding before he paused and spoke up again. "Well, we're just going to have to exercise some damage control. All of the overtime we're going to put in."
"It's all over the Internet, Scrimgeour and on the news networks, it's global news, the British Government is the laughing stock of the world," said the Prime Minister. "Her majesty is outraged about this as well."
"Well her majesty will just have to get her mind changed," muttered Scrimgeour, clutching the paper in his hands. "That would explain some strange rumors I've heard."
"They're going to organize witch burnings because of this," said the Prime Minister as he sunk back onto the chair.
"Well there's no problem, there are flame freezing charms," said the Minister of Magic in an indifferent voice. "No real witches and wizards have ever been burned."
The Prime Minister did not even dignify that statement with a comment.
"Look, what do you want me to do?" asked Rufus. "This…Lois Lane, we'll grab her and find out what she knows."
"Lois Lane is an American reporter, she's involved with Superman," said the Prime Minister but Scrimgeour gave him a baffled look. The Muggle politician looked at the magical one like he was from another planet. "You know, Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound."
"I have no clue who you're talking about," said Scrimgeour as he took a breath. "Well America, this is a problem. It's a restricted area for subjects of the Ministry of Magic. Special permission is needed to visit, you see. The Americans don't really have any magical government to speak of. No Ministry of Magic and they allow people to use magic in plain sight. Imagine if that got out. The United Kingdom has the most magical users in the entire world and America maybe only has less than a hundred that can perform magic."
'Maybe not for long,' thought the Prime Minister as he wondered if he would have to take drastic steps.
"Spanner and Supergirl, Spanner and Supergirl," muttered Scrimgeour as he read the paper. "Weird names, aliases, but I wonder who they are?"
Scrimgeour took the paper right to the Ministry without a world, to leave the Prime Minister with nothing but the ringing phone and the angry mobs.
He had given up hope of remaining in this post for much longer.
He also wished he had not made his wife that promise that he would stop drinking.
Yaxley waited in the Minister of Magic's office and heard his return. Faded floor plans of the protections of around a castle slid back inside the cabinet, just before the Minister opened the door and walked inside.
The silver haired wizard remained calm as he watched Scrimgeour reach into a cabinet and pull out a bottle of brandy, before he poured himself a glass. The Minister sat down and took a swig.
"Troubled, Minister," muttered Yaxley.
"Get Dolores, we have a situation," said Rufus and Yaxley departed to do so. The Minister of Magic drained the entire glass in a few gulps.
Rufus put away the alcohol. Yaxley returned moments later with Dolores Umbridge and Percy Weasley.
"Minister," said Percy in his custom pompous tone.
"Weasley," said Rufus stiffly. "Dolores, you need to read this article."
Umbridge took the paper and read it. She had no idea what to make of it.
"Rufus, I don't understand what the scribbles of a mere Muggle have to do with anything," said the woman in a sweet voice.
The Minister wished he could have another drink. "Everything, two individuals, Scanner er I mean Spanner and Supergirl have exposed us. There's also someone named Superman also involved with this."
"Superman?" asked Percy. "He's…some kind of Muggle hero. I heard my d…Arthur Weasley mention him once back when I lived at the Burrow."
"Then we have no need to fear," said Yaxley calmly. "Superman is weak compared to anyone in the Ministry of Magic."
"I agree with Yaxley," said Umbridge as she looked like a toad ready to pounce. "Superman, Supergirl, and this Spanner will be punished like everyone who prevents the Ministry from running the world."
Scrimgeour leaned back. It was well and good they were not worried. They did not need to worry about political suicide if word got back to the wrong people.
"Do what we must to keep the Daily Prophet from finding out about this," said Scrimgeour. "If the Wizarding World knows that the Muggles know about us, then we will have a catastrophe."
"How are we going to do this, Minister?" asked Percy.
"By any means necessary," said Scrimgeour as he looked down at his desk.
Umbridge was visited by a theory. "Could Dumbledore be behind this?"
"Not Dumbledore's style," said Percy. "His secrets and his lies depend as much upon our world being hidden. My former family has been in his camp for so long, I know how he operates."
"Yes, your help over the past year helped us weaken Dumbledore's power," said Umbridge with a fond smile. "You're like the son I never had."
"You're too kind, Madam Umbridge," said Percy with a smile.
"Lead the investigation, Weasley," said Umbridge. "This is your chance to prove you're better than your blood traitor family."
Percy nodded, as those in the Minister's office went their separate ways.
Down darkened corridors walked Percy Weasley, as he reached a private corner of the Ministry. He slipped inside. The next moment he came face to face with a woman with grey hair and purple eyes.
"I feel like taking a shower in Basilisk venom," muttered the third oldest Weasley before he continued, in a mocking sugary sweet voice. "You're like the son I never had."
The woman just smiled before she spoke. "Well, Umbridge has that effect on everyone. So what did Rufus want?"
"The Muggles know about us now," said Percy. "What in the bloody hell is Harry playing at?"
"He's saving the world," said the woman in a casual tone. "Plus, he's still a bit sore about Umbridge and her little reign of terror at Hogwarts. He only told Kara what happened and…well if Kara ever sees her, we'll find out what happens when a toad gets struck by heat vision."
Percy nodded before he spoke again. "So, they're Spanner and Supergirl?"
"Very good, then again, you did get twelve O.W.Ls," said the woman before she realized something. "Wait, Harry's name is Spanner. Oh wait until I tell Sirius."
She allowed herself a chuckle before she got to the matter at hand.
"I do hope this works in the end, I put a lot on the line," said Percy. "Do you think there's any chance to save them in the end?
The woman paused and gave an honest answer. "I hope so, but all of them have issues to work out. "
"Starting from Mum and going on down," muttered Percy darkly.
'It's a wonder Dad hasn't hung himself in his toolshed yet," thought Percy. "Wouldn't blame him the slightest."
"Any luck on Wormtail?" muttered the woman.
At that point, Percy's expression darkened. "No, I can't believe I kept that murderer as a pet for years and gave him to Ron. I feel violated."
She nodded, sympathetically.
"We have to part now, eventually we'll get the rat," said the woman. "Just think, you might become Minister of Magic if you correct one of the gravest injustices that the Ministry has ever done."
"I'm not sure I want the job," said Percy. "Scrimgeour smells like a brewery and Fudge didn't smell much better."
"Well with Fudge, would you know the difference?" muttered the woman. "Got to go."
Percy nodded as the woman walked off.
He had to save his family before it was too late.
Percy Weasley also closed his eyes in mourning, as he remembered Penelope, may she be in a better place. Her obituary was merely a blurb in the Prophet, crunched at the bottom of the page.
Last year, he sent that letter. He hoped when he sent that letter to Ron, all three of them would be able to read between the lines and get his message. Sadly, it appeared the time was not right and all three of them disregarded his words.
Harry and Kara (or should I say Spanner and Supergirl),
Well you've been busy haven't you? I make sure I get my hands on all of Lois Lane's articles when I can. So I was surprised to find the information about your latest escapades. It's not hard to read between the lines what happened. Luthor really had it coming, didn't he? Maybe a tad extreme, but we're dealing with someone who was willing to commit genocide and mass murder out of a petty grudge.
As for blowing the whistle on the entire secret world thing, that will force them to actually take a stand. Or they'll bury their heads even further in the sand. I have a feeling I won't like the answer.
Honestly, Harry, Spanner? Well it's better than the Boy-Who-Lived, I'll give you that. I saw the picture of you two. You look beautiful together. I had to hide that from everyone at Hogwarts, I wouldn't want to drown in all of the drool. You're not longer "that scrawny little git", Harry. I'm proud, my little brother growing up. And Kara, thank Merlin you ditched that costume. Of course, you might have outgrown it anyway.
I've been busy, as you'd imagine. The joys of N.E.W.T. year and all that, of course it makes me wonder why I came back. But there's work to be done. I've been continuing your work from last year with our little study group. You made it look so easy, I swear. Snape's teaching your favorite subject. His people skills have not improved. Surprising, I know.
And there's this new teacher, Slughorn, well he's an old teacher returning. It seems Dumbledore might have told Professor Slughorn a little white lie to him regarding you being here. Slughhorn wanted to add you to his collection. Yeah collecting younger witches and wizards, seems suspect.
By the time he got here, he was locked in a magically binding contract for the next year. We know what those are like.
Still, I managed to get an in with him, in his little "Slug Club", which should help me do what I need to do. And he does know his Potions and actually has people skills.
And I'm close to closing in on the things I told you about.
We'll be seeing each other before too long I suspect. Hope you two are well.
Love from,
Hermione.
The piece of paper burned into nothing.
Harry and Kara Potter stood at the bottom of a set of steps leading to a magnificent two story home. The house looked like a miniature imperial palace as it shimmered in the sunlight.
The deed just cleared for the house a few hours ago and it would be their new home. Harry stood, arm around his wife's bare waist. Sunglasses sat upon her face, a beach blanket draped over her right shoulder.
She wore a two piece blue bikini, enough to maintain modesty but sufficient enough to show her assets. The material on the top stretched over breasts, molded right over them like a second skin. The bottom tied around her hips. The fabric was tight around her nether regions. She wore open toed sandals.
Harry walked by her, as he carried a basket containing a battery operated radio, sun tan lotion, and a packed lunch. His shirt was off which showcased his growing muscle definition. It was the result of hard hours of physical training in the Batcave, a proper diet, and plenty of cardio workouts with his wife. His attire was nothing but a pair of swimming trunks and he also wore sunglasses.
In a tandem effort, the two laid out a beach blanket and set up the radio.
"So, taking over a company," remarked Harry. "Not as easy people make it look on TV or the movies."
Kara sighed. "No, guess not. After all of the red tape gets worked through, we should be up and running one hundred percent by the end of the year."
They finished setting up. The young Kryptonian woman switched on the radio and turned to an eighties rock station. The super powered couple enjoyed the top hits from a golden age in music.
"Yeah, but Patronus Incorporated will be built over the ashes of Lexcorp," replied Harry as he sat down and Kara joined him on the blanket, slipping off her sandals. "Lex's um assistant seemed to know where enough of the skeletons were buried. Once we convinced her to help us."
"Well, I think she does need her job, that's about the only thing that has," said Kara as she removed the suntan lotion from the basket. "Turn over on your stomach, Harry."
Harry flipped over, as Kara opened the bottle. "This should really help with muscle tension and circulation, help us last longer and remain hydrated as well. Plus, you don't burn and actually tan better."
Harry nodded, as Kara cupped her hand and poured out some of the lotion. The young wizard felt himself react as his wife slathered the lotion right on his back. Her skilled hands rubbed the lotion in as Harry sighed.
"So, we're keeping her around," muttered Harry. "Just to keep an eye on her."
Kara nodded as she continued to feel her husband's developing muscles as she worked the lotion in. Her hands lingered a lot to really enjoy him. "Yeah, might as well for now, if she goes for Luthor, she'll lead us right to him."
She moved down to his legs and continued to rub the lotion right into him down his feet. She flew over and sat beside him. Kara did his ears.
"Turn over," said Kara as Harry rolled over. She smirked at the reaction. She and spun around. Her bikini clad bottom was right near Harry's face and her head brushed several times against his groin. Harry found himself getting rather hot.
Her hands worked over every inch of his body.
She smelled Harry and a happy smile appeared on her face.
"Okay, my turn," said Kara as Harry sat up. Kara flipped onto her front.
Harry took the lotion in his hands and began to rub onto her shoulders and back. Kara gave sounds of pleasure, as the dark haired wizard moved up and down her back. He reached her legs and worked more lotion into them. He worked all of the way to her feet.
Kara sighed at the foot rub she was getting. It felt wonderful. Harry could work such magic.
She flipped over and Harry worked over her front. He rubbed every single inch of her and Kara just laid back to enjoy it.
"Harry," said Kara with a mischievous grin as she looked over her sunglasses at the tent inside Harry's pants. "Do the front of my legs and then we'll take care of it."
The wizard did as his wife requested before he cast the necessary privacy barriers.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Kara shifted herself and pulled Harry's shorts down.
"Don't want that to burn, just a second," muttered Kara as she grabbed more of the lotion and cupped it on her hand.
The Kryptonian beauty grasped Harry's cock and began to rub the lotion right onto it, as she also pumped it. Harry reached for the lotion and untied her bikini top. He slathered the lotion onto her breasts and then worked on her bikini bottom. He pulled it down and worked the lotion all around each part of her body.
"No tan lines for me," muttered Kara with a grin as she grabbed Harry's shoulders. "Or you either."
The two began to snog right on the blanket on the beach, feeling around on their naked bodies. Both moaned into each other. Kara stroked Harry's muscles and Harry felt every single curve his wife had. They worked each other with their hands, sending jolts of pleasure to every inch of their body.
The blonde beauty laid back and rested on the blanket and Harry pumped inside of her with his fingers. Kara looked up with love and lust, as Harry continued to tease her.
It felt good as Harry stimulated her into an orgasm after some work. He then began to lick her slowly, as Kara pushed her hips upwards. Soft sensual moans came from Kara as Harry gave his wife the oral pleasure she craved. His tongue worked inside her, stimulated her and Kara's eyes glazed over.
Harry continued to eat her out and drove her wild. She soaked his face and sighed.
"Okay, cock, inside, please," panted Kara. Her long hair was draped over half of her face to give her a seductive look. Legs were spread and nipples hardened, as she gave off an intoxicating scent.
Harry poistioned herself and slid inside her. He started slow and steady. Kara matched his movements, as they worked up a tempo. He reached over to play with her breasts. His loving wife reacted appropriately, as her legs locked around Harry's waist, pulling him deeper.
They continued to push into each other. The new environment they were in and the close proximity to the yellow solar radiation caused them to reach new heights of passion. Harry sped up the tempo as Kara's moans got deeper. He slowed down for a little bit and played with her breasts.
Kara lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. She caught a whiff of the scent he gave off and made her light headed. Her arms clutched around him, as her hands traveled around to play with his arse.
"Harry, I need your cum in me," she breathed as her eyes widened and lips bitten down, as Harry continued to trust inside her.
Harry just smiled as he played with her breasts. She tightened around him, as his release built. Her super powered Kryptonian pussy continued to tighten. His strong cock pushed into her again and again. His balls tightened and he knew what came after.
"About to cum," he whispered.
"Yeah, do it, blow your fucking load in my tight hot pussy!" urged Kara and Harry could not say no. Her scent overwhelmed him.
Harry unloaded right inside of her. She milked him as usual to the very end.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Both Kara and Harry rested on the beach blanket, wearing nothing but their sunglasses and their wedding rings as the music on the radio continued to play. They remained silent for a few minutes as they sunbathed in the nude.
"So, was there was any point of you telling Lois what you told her?" asked Kara abruptly.
"I hoped to teach certain people a lesson," said Harry but he sighed. "I doubt it will stick."
She stroked Harry's hair with a sympathetic smile.
"Plus, after the Ministry inflicted Umbridge on us, they deserve everything that's coming to them," said Harry.
Kara's expression darkened at the mention that woman. The fact she was back in the Ministry without a slap on the wrist or a stain on her reputation told her all she needed to know about that place.
"Innocent people might be dragged down," said Kara.
"Yes, they will be," said Harry. "But innocent people will get dragged down in this entire Voldemort war if I didn't do anything. At least I gave the Muggles a warning that there's something dangerous out there. What they choose to do with it…well that's their choice. I can't babysit the entire world."
They listened to the music and enjoyed each other's company.
"I'm worried about Kal," said Kara suddenly, as she scooted closer to Harry and turned to look him in the eyes. "Seriously worried, I think he really freaked out after what you did with Luthor."
Harry just remained silent.
"Have you heard from him?" asked Harry.
"No," said Kara as she bit her lip. Harry pulled her close into his chest, as she rested her head on it. He stroked her hair and neck, as she sighed. "I tried to call his apartment but he's not picking up the phone. Clark Kent's been at the Daily Planet, but I think he leaves the moment he's done there."
"He's at that Fortress of Solitude, isn't he?" asked Harry.
"Well he could be," said Kara thoughtfully. "Even Ma and Pa haven't heard a word from him. I didn't want to tell them anything. They're preparing for the harvest and well…they have their own concerns."
Harry wished he could say that he knew what Kara was going through. The truth was the only blood family he had left, he despised.
Okay, Dudley had actually been cordial to him since the Dementors in the brief interactions they had, but fifteen years of bad blood and being bullied was very hard to get over.
It had never been home there, not really, not ever. At one point he thought Hogwarts and the Burrow were both homes, but he was mistaken.
He found his home, which his beautiful wife was a reminder of each and every day.
A disturbance could be heard as the ocean bubbled up.
The Potters exchanged a look before Harry reached into the basket. They took folded clothes and put them on. Kara dressed in a white tank top and a red skirt and Harry dressed in a red and gold t-shirt and black and blue shorts. Harry held his wand and Kara stood beside him.
They faced a large army, above the water. Lead by an impressive looking blonde man with an impressive beard. An orange shirt and green pants attired this particular individual. He rode a killer whale and held a spear. More individuals rose from the water and spears pointed right towards them.
The stare down happened for a long time.
"May we help you?" asked Kara to break the awkward silence.
The man stood before them and stared them down. He then spoke "The government of Atlantis has received word that a Harry and Kara Potter have purchased our former outpost."
"We're them," said Harry. "Who are you supposed to be, the king of the seas?
"Yes, very good," said the man with a nod. "I am King Arthur Curry of Atlantis, but most commonly known as Aquaman!"
He spoke in a voice that boomed for several miles around. Harry and Kara just looked at the man.
"Yeah, thanks," said Harry as he looked at the man.
"You know Harry, that's quite a different way to greet your new neighbors," said Kara as she looked at the king of the seas and his army.
"I face you to give you a warning," said Aquaman in a booming voice that commanded authority. "Do not…"
"Arthur, what are you doing?"
A redhead woman dressed in green with a crown on her head popped up. She stood and arms folded.
"Just greeting the new neighbors, Mera," said Aquaman as his regal tone slightly cracked.
Queen Mera's eyes traveled to the entire assembled army.
"Yes, well was it necessary to bring the entire royal army?" she asked in a collected voice which caused the King of Atlantis. "Tula, Garth, and, Kaldur told me you'd gone off and this is really no way to make a first impression."
"Stand at ease, men," said Aquaman as a few of the guards made cracking motions with their hands behind the king's back.
"I do apologize for my husband's little show," said Mera as she turned to face the couple. "I'm Queen Mera of Atlantis, and may I ask who you two are?"
"Harry Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter of Wizarding Britain," said Harry without missing a beat.
"Kara Potter, formally Kara Zor-El, Head of the House of El, formally of the planet Krypton," said Kara as she picked up right where he left off.
"Please to meet you, your majesty," said Harry before he kissed Mera on the hand.
"Likewise," said Kara with a respectful nod.
Mera let this sink in before the queen turned head slowly to face the king.
"Arthur, you insulted royalty, are you trying to cause an international incident?" muttered Mera. "This is outrageous!"
Aquaman wisely kept his mouth shut, as his guards found this rather amusing.
"I do apologize for the king's little power trip," said Mera as she turned to face the couple. "He's really noble, it's just he tends to assert his authority when he shouldn't."
She gave them an apologetic look before she added. "Plus the previous owner of this outpost did attempt to assassinate him a handful of times, so perhaps you could cut him a little slack."
Harry and Kara both nodded, before they spoke in unison. "We understand."
"Right, well as long as you promise not to defile my kingdom with your trash, I see no problem," said Aquaman as he moved over to see another figure lurking in the shadows. "Ah, Orm, don't be a stranger, say hello to the new neighbors."
A dark haired man dressed in impressive garb, faced the couple. The King of the Seas spoke to them. "Lord and Lady Potter, let me present you the most trusted member of my royal guard and my brother, Prince Orm."
Harry found himself taken aback by the "Lord and Lady Potter" reference, given that the Wizarding World did not have lords.
Snake faced psychopaths who hid their name behind French anagrams excluded of course.
"Greetings," said Orm in a crisp voice.
Harry surveyed him. His first impression was of an underwater version of Snape. He figured he should be neighborly and not judge.
"A pleasure to meet you, Prince Orm," said Harry in a polite tone as he shook the Prince's hand.
"Yes, a real pleasure," said Kara in a dignified tone as she shook his hand.
"We must get together sometime, but there never seems to be enough time in the day," said Mera with a smile. "A kingdom after all does not run itself."
"I'd imagine," said Harry. "So, good fortune, King Arthur and Queen Mera."
"Yes, may you have many great days to come," said Kara.
Aquaman nodded. "Likewise, but remember, if you break the agreement, I'll….have to take drastic action."
"Don't worry, we're good at cleaning our messes up after we're done," said Kara, as she with Harry, arms around each other's waists.
"Yes, well good day to you all," said Aquaman.
"May your years together be many and your fortune be plentiful, both in gold and in love," called Mera as she said something to her husband in undertone.
Harry and Kara only picked up the words "couch" and "embarrassment" as they watched their new neighbors retreat back underneath into the depths of the sea.
"Well that was an interesting meeting," said Kara as she looked skyward at the rolling clouds and the thunder. "Well guess the beautiful day's done, better pack up and eat lunch inside."
Between the two of them, they made it inside. They looked out at the large mountains off to the side, rocks as far as the eye can see.
They made it indoors just as the storm rolled in. The two heroes looked around, as they moved past a spacious living room area. The walls painted in intricate patterns and glittered like diamonds. They moved past a large library, not stocked right at the moment but it could be soon.
They reached the magnificent kitchen which sat a round table. After they washed up, Kara took one chair and Harry took another, as they unpacked their lunches.
Laid before them were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread, crackers with cheese in them, and apple juice to drink. For dessert they had nice homemade chocolate chip cookies that Ma Kent sent over.
"So, down to business," said Kara in between bites as the two co-owners of Patronus Inc. went over some things they had been working on over the past couple of weeks. "Do you think we got the shareholders taken care of?"
"Yeah, I think so," said Harry. "Mercy seemed to have a lot of dirt on them, so it's making them rather easy to cooperate. Will make the transition into Patronus Inc. rather sound once we get it up and running."
Harry thought about Luthor's former assistant. Obviously Mercy thought be something deeper there between her and Lex Luthor that Luthor exploited. She had severe abandonment issues and Lex was the one who took her in. Obviously, she was rather loyal because of it, but only to an extent.
It did seem to become apparent to him that Luthor did not completely trust her with everything. Harry hoped he would uncover something on Luthor soon. The fact he had no idea whether the disgraced ex-owner was alive or dead really bothered him. While the Kryptonite cancer might likely take care of him, he figured that Luthor had other resources stashed elsewhere.
"We're hopefully going to make some headway about the Kryptonite thing before too long," said Harry. "I'm going to compare notes with…Batman."
Kara frowned. She understood the necessity but there was only a certain amount she was willing to trust the Dark Knight. "Yeah, I guess so."
They continued to eat for a little bit.
"Finding that unknown element might be tricky," added Harry. "Hermione sent me condensed versions of her notes on Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. I'm looking into other avenues as well. If I can figure it out, our lives will be much easier."
"Well, we'll keep working at it," said Kara. "And don't get frustrated, like you are with the flying thing."
"I'm not frustrated," said Harry in a defensive voice. "It's just…it seems so easy when you do it."
"Most things do when you see other people doing them," said Kara in a gentle voice as she grabbed his hand. "First time I flew, I nearly took out half of the barn. Kal had to take me away from civilization just so I didn't cause property damage. Took me months to really grasp it completely, but we'll get it, no matter how long it takes."
Then she added with a wink. "Then we can have some real fun."
Harry remembered the first dream and several others he shared with his wife that were the same. Dreams were one thing, reality was so much better.
"Just loads to do," said Harry. "Wish I had a time turner…"
"Well it's not like I can turn back time," said Kara. "You see I got the bright idea that I could turn back time by flying around the Earth backwards. "
She paused before adding, "And the less said about it the better."
She shuddered at the memory along with the dizziness and nausea.
"So, we got to head off to Patronus Inc. to oversee the remodeling, get all of those old Lexcorp logos off of everything," said Harry. "Then we'll figure out what to ax and what to keep. Then we're heading out to Smallville to help Jonathan and Martha with the harvest."
"Right, and the next day, is training of doom day," continued Kara. "And your bi-weekly meeting with Blood the day after that but we'll squeeze some fun in there somewhere."
"Yeah we haven't even seen the master bedroom," said Harry.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll see it before too long," she replied with a knowing smile.
They ate their dessert and had to leave immediately.
Despite the chaos in the Wizarding World, Gringotts bank remained the same. A short figure slipped in the bank amongst all of the hustle and bustle, dressed in a dirty tea towel. He was unnoticed by the wizards and goblins.
"May, I help you?" asked one of the goblins as the creature peered over the desk with beady eyes.
"Yes, sir, Kreacher wishes to pick up an item from the Lestrange Family Vault," said the house elf.
The goblin checked the records. This Kreacher elf was allowed permission to access the vault. "Well you are allowed."
"Kreacher thanks you," said Kreacher before he muttered when the goblin was out of earshot. "Filthy money grubbing creatures you are."
Another goblin moved to take Kreacher to the high security Lestrange family vault. Goblins were proud creatures, never caring about humans, only their money. They refused to disgrace themselves to forge any kind of personal connection.
The vault opened and Kreacher stepped inside. He sensed the type of dark magic, the type his poor mistress told him about in the past. The type also was on the locket that Master Regulus gave for him and he failed to destroy.
He carefully removed the cup without touching it and placed it in a bag.
"Is your business completed?" asked the goblin.
"Yes, it is," said Kreacher with a mocking bow as he walked off.
"Kreacher does not want to be near these creatures any more, no respect," muttered the house elf when he had escaped the bank. "The Mudblood had better keep up her end of the bargain."
Mundungus Fletcher walked down a dark alleyway, covered with a cloak. He held his briefcase full of the items he acquired from his time at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. For some reason, he had been shut out before he could acquire more after Sirius's death.
Above him, Fletcher gave a start, as a black shape appeared in the air. He held his wand out but a large black object flew into the air. He gave a pained moan as his wand hand was hit and his wand flew out of his hand into some bushes.
The second thing he knew, Mundungus Fletcher was upside down hanging from a building and face to face with a dark and ominous figure.
"What are you doing?" asked Fletcher in a panicked voice. "I have…"
"You have a locket," said the dark figure. "Where is it?"
"Locket, I don't know what you're talking about," said the wizard as his breath grew heavy.
The rope loosened and Fletcher made the mistake of looking down. He had a full blown panic attack. "Alright, locket, right, yeah, locket, yeah, it's in my briefcase, third compartment over, password's "1234" don't hurt me!"
The figure grabbed the briefcase and opened it. Sure enough he held the locket up and shot off in the night.
It would be some time before someone found Mundungus Fletcher and cut him down.