An ear splintering pop signified the arrival of Mister Mxyzptlk right to the Potter Home.
"Hey, nice place you got here, scar boy!" cackled Mxy after he looked around at the home. "Or should I say…SPANNER!"
Mxy looked around and rolled his eyes at the thought of that moniker.
"Seriously, I could come up with better shit than that off of my toilet paper!" cried the fifth dimensional imp, as he looked around. "Hey, Spanner, Supergirl, it's rude to not greet your guest!"
Mxy checked his watch, or at least he would if he would have been wearing one.
"Ah, well I can wait, they must be out," said Mxy as he turned around to get a better look. "Ah, and they left a laptop, which has access to the Internet."
Mxy paused for a minute and the imp winked at the no one who was standing there, before he spoke. "And you all know what the Internet is for, don't you boys and girls?"
A wave of the hand conjured a bottle of hand lotion and a sock.
"Time to log into some adult entertainment," said Mxy, cracking his fingers as he began to type. "Ah yes, always an old favorite of mine."
"Congratulations, you have won a free gift card!"
"Sweet, free shit!" cried the imp in jubilation as he put on a pair of glasses. "Let's see, all I have to do is type in some personal information, well I can't see the harm in that."
The imp prepared to type in all of his personal details. "Hmm, social security number, well I'll just use my wife's for that one. How's she going to find out?"
"All you have to do now is enter this code, and your free gift card will be yours," said the voice on the computer.
Mxy bounced around in joy, as he typed in the code.
Kltpzym
"Congratulations, you little dumbass," said two voices in unison and Mxy paused, before he realized what happened.
"You son of a b…" began Mxy but he found himself sucked back into the fifth dimension and thus back to the drawing board.
The invisibility cloak dropped down; as both Kara and Harry laughed for several minutes straight at the fact they duped that little pest.
"Okay, okay, now he's back out of the way," breathed Kara, as Harry wrapped his arms around her.
"So, we still do need to check out that bedroom and everything," said Harry.
Kara could not think of a better suggestion, as she grabbed Harry. They had been working for a while, with their busy schedules. Today, they agreed to have time just for them.
The door clicked open. Both walked inside at the magnificent bedroom right beside them. The carpet felt soft beneath their feet. A large bed was in the center of the room, with plenty of room for them to experiment.
"Harry, feel these, see how soft these are," said Kara, running her hands up and down the bed sheets.
"Yeah, these are soft," said Harry, as he rested on the bed to feel the mattress. "Mattress is comfortable as well."
With a movement, Kara began to bounce up and down on the bed. Harry watched her breasts bounce with her movements.
"Structurally sound, too," said Kara with a teasing grin, as she leaned down and kissed Harry right on the lips.
Kara and Harry rolled around on the bed for several minutes, lips pressed together, before they broke apart.
"Hey Harry, I've got an idea we could try," said Kara, before she whispered in his ear.
Harry enjoyed this idea very much when his wife suggested it to him.
Smut/Lemon/Roleplay Begins.
Kara "struggled" as her arms and legs were fastened to restraints on the wall. She wore a rather short blue top that barely covered anything. The bottoms of her breasts were visible. Her legs were showcased by a micro-mini skirt that looked slightly torn. Her feet were bare.
Loud bangs echoed and Harry opened the door. He saw Kara against the wall and moved over to the bound girl.
"Are you alright?" muttered Harry.
"Yeah, I'm alright, now that you're here," said Kara as she looked at her savior.
Harry slowly unfastened the restraints as Kara's hips seemed to push forward against him. The moment she was free, Kara collapsed right into his arms. Her breasts pressed against the side of his face.
"Alright there, Supergirl," whispered Harry. "I'm Harry."
"Please, call me, Kara, you saved me," said Kara in a grateful voice, as she leaned up against him. "Thank you, thank you very much, I want to reward you, Harry."
She leaned forward and kissed Harry right on the lips. Harry found himself stagging back, as she wrapped her legs right around his waist to lock him into place. Her tongue found its way into his mouth and Harry matched her actions. His hand snaked right up her skirt.
The kiss broke and Kara just looked at him, with an apologetic look. "I…that guy you saved me from. He used some kind of chemical on me. He wanted to make me his slave. As if he could handle me…I'd rip him to pieces."
Kara trailed her hand across Harry's shoulders. She grinded her skirt covered pussy over his crotch.
"I need someone stronger," breathed Kara in his ear as she stroked his arms and back. "Someone who can handle me, make me his woman."
Her hand grabbed his crotch, firmly.
"I took a peak at that other guy, he isn't much," whispered Kara as she trailed her tongue across her lips, slowly as her hand remained firmly grasped around Harry's clothed erection. "Wouldn't do much for me."
"You're pretty hot," managed Harry.
"Yeah, hot for you," said Kara in a breathy whisper as she started to slip his pants down. "I ripped apart half of my costume trying to get out. I needed satisfaction. Whatever was in that chemical made me so horny."
She pushed Harry against the wall and pulled his pants down in a fluid motion.
"I need cock, badly," whispered Kara as she pulled down his boxers. Her hand found his hardened length and she breathed on it. "I need your cock, badly."
"Suck my cock then," managed Harry.
No sooner had those words left his mouth, her mouth slowly sucked on the head of his cock. Harry found himself induced in worlds of pleasure, as the blonde angel on her knees worshipped his penis. Kara slowly licked around his head and then the base, before she gave his balls some love.
She then slid the entire thing into her mouth. Harry trusted into her throat and Kara hummed a tune as she blew him. Her eyes looked up at his. One hand played with his sac and the other hand reached underneath her skirt.
Kara continued to pleasure both her and Harry, but then stopped just as Harry was at the breaking point.
"Your cock is strong," whispered Kara seductively as she looked at it. "It didn't rip off in my mouth."
Kara grabbed Harry's shirt and slipped it off of him, before she glided him over to the bed.
Harry found himself pushed right back on the bed. He watched Kara as she swayed her body from side to side. She took off the really short shirt she wore. She stood right before him topless, as she teased him. Her hands squeezed her breasts.
Then she leaned down and licked around her breasts. She reached around and slipped off her skirt. She slid closer, as several strips of fabric covered her nether regions.
She ripped her panties off. Then the horny super powered blonde grabbed her hand around the throbbing penis of the wizard on the bed.
"Need this cock inside my juicy, hot, Kryptonian pussy," whispered Kara, as she held it and positioned it in place. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," said Harry, in anticipation.
"I'd figured you…would," said Kara as she pushed Harry inside her.
Harry felt complete as she slowly began to slide up and down his cock. He allowed Kara to ride him and squeeze him for a slight bit, before she returned the favor.
Kara moaned as she sped up her movements. She rode him with unbridled passion. The sounds he made beneath her caused the girl to continue to speed her movements. She felt her orgasm come.
Harry felt her climax and her slick center allowed him greater movement. His mouth watered at the beauty, as she continued to moan. She tossed her head back and screamed. Another orgasm had been reached.
"So good, so good," moaned Kara, as Harry's hands reached up to touch her breasts. She squealed with absolute delight as her eyes continued to glaze over.
Harry fondled her breasts and knew he was at the breaking point once again. His hands molded them. Her wonderful firm super powerful tits, her areola, and her rock hard nipples, he played with every single inch.
Kara reached over and sucked on her fingers, her head thrown absolutely back
She screamed once again and Harry exploded right inside her. His cock spurted its milky white fluid inside her. Kara continued to bounce, until every last drop was gone. She squeezed him until he deflated right inside her.
Kara collapsed right next to him, a wide grin on her face.
"I need more, could you help me?" asked Kara, before she sucked on Harry's ear lobe. "Your cock, so fucking strong, as I feel it pulsing in my powerful pussy, but you can handle it. I'd squeeze most men into ooze, wouldn't I?
Kara stroked his chest, down to his stomach. She rubbed his muscles and then pressed her breasts against his side.
"Not you, Harry," whispered Kara, as she put his head right against her breasts, before she leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You are a god among humans. So strong, so loving, and the things you do to my center, makes me want to fuck you again and again, until the both of us are bedridden for the rest to the day."
Harry felt himself growing hard at her words once again. He wanted more of her.
Kara floated in the air and lowered her pussy down right mere inches below Harry's mouth.
Harry stuck his tongue inside her center and ate her out. He continued do so and Kara held her legs against his head, before she bent down.
Her mouth lowered onto his erect penis. She took him deep inside her throat, as she rode Harry's tongue.
The mutual exchange of services caused Kara to moan in the back of her throat, causing vibrations to stimulate Harry. Harry continued to be encouraged and began to lick her out once again.
'So good, so good," said Harry as he felt every tasty part of her Kryptonian center with his tongue.
The Parseltongue caused Kara to go absolutely to town on Harry's penis. Harry held back for a short time. Several factors caused that to be impossible.
Harry exploded and Kara soaked his face with her juices. He continued to lick as she slurped up all of his seed.
"Like it, so much," whispered Kara after she stopped. She licked the remaining off of her face.
She flew over and wrapped her arms around Harry. Her talented tongue licked Harry's face clean. Harry stroked her breasts. He proceeded to play with her arse as well. Kara ground against him to encourage this.
"So tasty," said Kara, hair draped over her face, so she looked at Harry. "Take me over and put me back in those restraints, Harry, and fuck me against that wall."
Harry scooped Kara up into his arms. He walked her over to the wall.
Kara gave sensual little moans as Harry strapped her in. Harry reached up and rubbed his fingers against her nipples.
"Like that so very much," moaned Kara as Harry travelled down and rubbed his hands all over her body.
He reached down and rubbed her legs, kissing them. Harry kneeled against the wall and buried his face right into her pussy.
"Yes!" moaned Kara but that was the only word she got out, as Harry managed to have his way, with eating her out. She was pinned against the wall, at his mercy.
The fact made her so wet, she could hardly concentrate. Harry stimulated every single pleasure point in her body.
Harry licked her, but then stopped.
"Harry," whined Kara.
"You teased me, just returning the favor, my goddess," said Harry as he held her breasts and squeezed them.
Kara's eyes shut, as she could feel the magic being worked.
Harry put his mouth on her right breast and began to suck it. The taste inflamed him, but he gave her left breast the attention it deserved. He alternated for several minutes.
"Ready for me to finish you off," said Harry.
Kara licked her lips, as Harry held the wall to get the necessary leverage. Then he pushed himself into her.
She knew she would remain tight for as long as she lived, but sometimes Harry tested her healing abilities. If anything, she could have sworn he gotten bigger, not that he was small before.
Kara babbled things that could not be understood, but she tapered off into just little sensual moans. Harry continued to push into her. His balls grew heavy, as Kara clenched around him.
Kara experienced orgasm after orgasm. She saw fireworks right in her head.
"Here it comes," whispered Harry.
"Cum inside me, fucking blow!" screamed Kara, as her arms and legs were still bound.
Harry obeyed his alien goddess, after a fashion. He had to bring her to the brink one more time, before he stopped holding back. Then he let her have it.
Kara found herself absolutely filled, as Harry unloaded into her. She lost track of the time, well she would if she kept track.
Harry felt her drain him. It went on for a while, as she squeezed against him.
Harry pulled out and staggered, light headed. Kara pulled the restraints off and collapsed into his arms.
"Amazing," whispered Kara.
Smut/Lemon/Roleplay Ends.
Both rested on the bed, arms wrapped around each other.
"That felt so good," whispered Kara, as she rested her head on her husband's chest. "It brought me so much pleasure."
"Anything for you, my love," said Harry, as he stroked her hair while she draped over him.
"I have ideas, more of them, I had some time to think," said Kara.
Harry looked at his wife. She was amazing in every way possible.
"I might have some too," muttered Harry.
"Well, we'll use them, both of us," said Kara. "I meant every word of what I said about you. I love you."
"I love you too," said Harry, as he gave her a kiss. Kara returned it, before the two crashed for a short nap.
Hermione faced two house elves that stood before her inside her dormitory.
"You've both done well, and got what I needed," said the brunette bookworm, as she looked at Dobby and Kreacher.
Dobby responded first in a cheery voice. "Any friend of the great Harry Potter's is a friend of Dobby's, miss!"
"Kreacher did what was asked," muttered Kreacher in a surly voice. He looked at Hermione with blood shot eyes. "Just remember our deal."
"I remember, Kreacher," said Hermione without any humor. "When you pass on, I will make sure your head is removed. Then it will be put in a place of honor in the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black."
Kreacher just paused for several seconds. Then the elf nodded. He turned and muttered. "Mudblood might not be so bad after all."
"Don't you two worry, I've got them secured," said Hermione. "Good bye Dobby, Kreacher, thanks for your help. Dobby, the socks you wanted will be in the Kitchen in a few days."
Both elves bowed and disappeared with a pop. Hermione leaned back on her bed. The locket and the cup had both been secured. No one was getting through those enchantments any time soon.
The room around her shifted into darkness. Hermione looked up. She had homework to do, but she figured this was important.
"So, we meet again, ol' girl of mystery," deadpanned Hermione.
"Good to see you too Hermione," said the mystery girl. "I have more information for you about Harry's powers."
Hermione waited for the bomb to drop.
"The marriage may have happened just in time," the mystery contact stated.
Hermione paused. "What do you mean just in time?"
The seventeen year old witch only had to wait seconds before confirmation.
"I mean before his mother's protection was completely destroyed. The two way connection with Voldemort was already starting to bake his brain to a crisp. It explains the dreams he had last year. Snape didn't help matters. Or at least that's best I can figure."
The contact paused.
"The sample of Harry's DNA I studied proved to be educational."
There was a long awkward silence.
"Wait, how did you get Harry's DNA?" asked Hermione slowly.
"Oh, the hotel room in Vegas had plenty the night after," said the girl. "It's fortunate they learned to clean up after themselves much better later on."
Hermione decided to not pursue this line of questioning any more.
"However, we're getting off of the subject," said the contact. "The scar I've been able to find mostly nothing about. Other than that, I've found plenty. I have a shrewd guess what Lily Potter did to protect her son. It was a far more cerebral plan than her just simply dropping dead for Riddle."
Hermione's mystery benefactor sighed.
"Dumbledore tends to latch on to the most simplistic explanations possible. And then, there's his little power of love theory."
"So, Dumbledore's wrong?" prompted Hermione.
"Yes and no," replied the voice. "He's half wrong. Harry needed love, but after his upbringing, he needed someone to fix the damage caused. Not someone who would cause more or to use him as a means to some end. That's not all however."
"Dare I ask," said Hermione.
A long pause followed, before the mystery girl continued. "His magic requires a lot of fuel to work properly in tune with the protections Lily performed. He needed a partner who could keep up with him. He could do it with witches, but after a while his magic would burn them out. And then, non-magicals would get broken in half like cardboard. It's almost like Lily knew something like this might happen."
"So what are you saying, to clarify?" asked Hermione.
"Well, a number of factors undid the damage that Riddle and Harry's…past caused," muttered the girl. "I'll explain more when I meet you, Kara, and Harry in person."
She paused and then let a bombshell drop. "Kara's the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not."
"What?" demanded Hermione, utterly taken off-guard. "How can a person be a power?"
"Prophecies are not as straight forward as one would think," she informed Hermione. "Months I spent trying to break this one down. Everything fits together. Harry's powers amplified the moment he put the rings on himself and Kara. Or to sum it up, the marriage reactivated Lily's protections, and is currently boosting them up to the levels they should be by now. The ring would have not accepted anyone else. Lily may have tweaked the rings while she was still alive, but I don't know."
"So, you're trying to tell me that Kara is the only girl who would have matched Harry," said Hermione, thoughtfully.
"Well, essentially, yes. Actually, it's likely any Kryptonian woman would have worked. But, they do seem to be rather scarce, don't they?"
"So, no one in the magical world would have unlocked Harry's powers," said Hermione in a slow voice. "Not even magical creatures, like a Veela or something?"
There was a long pause; so long Hermione thought her contact had left.
"No, not even those creatures," whispered the contact. "And you should be thankful Harry did not get entrapped by one of them."
There was a sigh. "That Fleur girl who was in the Triwizard, her grandmother was the exception to the rule. The fact Fleur's part human would save her from the sadistic and dark impulses of her species."
"So, they're dangerous, for the most part, "said Hermione, as she recalled the fire throwing at the Quidditch Cup. Somehow this tidbit did not shock her.
"Veelas have to eat like all creatures, so they seduce men to do so," explained the contact in a somber voice. "They prefer virgins, but if they aren't particularly picky. If a willing and hormonal man comes their way, they'll act like they want to mate with them. Then, when they have broken and dehydrated them to the point of death, they'll devour the corpse of their victim."
Hermione blinked and responded. "That gives a disturbing meaning to the phrase, 'going out with a bang.'"
"Yes, but again there exceptions like I said," said the contact. "They are cast out of their species, as misfits…and speaking of which, are you still on about your little house elf thing?"
"No," replied Hermione. "I'm fighting a losing battle there and…well it's not like house elves don't have uses. If Voldemort actually thought of it, he could conquer the world using house elves."
"Yeah, do keep that idea away from his ears," said the girl without humor. "You're preparing your army for battle, I take it."
"Yeah, if Voldemort tries something, we might give him a tougher time than he might think," answered Hermione. "Honestly, I feel like I'm going to lose all of my hair before the end of the year. I appreciate how well Harry taught us. He's a good teacher. I don't have as much patience with people who don't get it. Sometime, it's hard but I'll manage."
"As I keep telling you, be yourself and let things flow naturally," said the girl. "Of course, you do have a problem with that."
"I am myself!" snapped Hermione. "Listen, I don't know where you get off in telling me that I'm anyone, but the woman who's staring back at me through the mirror."
The contact paused and then spoke. "Defensive, much?"
"Listen right to me, you manipulative little demon!" shouted Hermione. "I've done a lot on your word, and you haven't even told me who you are."
"Calm down before you break the windows," muttered the contact before she paused. "And, for the record, I'm only half demon. I get it from my father after all. See you the second weekend of November."
Without another word, the mystery contact left a rather angry Hermione Granger.
Hermione muttered to herself. "My name is Hermione Jean Granger! I'm a sixth year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! My parents are dentists, named Ezekiel and Yolanda Granger! I claimed Harry Potter as my surrogate brother. I'm no one else. Do you hear me? I'm just me!"
Hermione rocked back and forth, repeating these words like a mantra. She had been getting flashes of things from what seemed like another life, but she buried them down.
She was Hermione Granger. If anything happened in a past life, it was over now.
Lois Lane sat on her couch in her apartment, when a knock on the door brought her back to life. She walked over the door and opened it.
Kara and Harry Potter stood outside.
"Oh, you two, what do you want?" asked Lois, but she motioned for them to come in.
"Just stopping by to clue you in on the upheaval your article caused," said Harry.
"I only used the words," said Lois as she surveyed them. "You gave me the information. That was your doing, Mr. Potter."
"Well, the way you worded the information opened a lot of people's eyes," said Harry. "The official British Government is taking back control. The Ministry will have to learn to work with them and stop hiding."
"Do you really think that will happen?" asked Lois.
"I really don't know," said Harry.
"Yeah, they were pawns and got caught in the crossfire," said Kara. "You helped us give a little heads up. Besides, the Ministry deserves everything that's coming to them."
"So, the only reason you even bothered to talk to me, is because you two have an ax to grind with that nutjob magical Illuminati outfit," said Lois.
"Sort of," said Harry with a shrug. "The Ministry's blind to the fact they're condemning everyone in that world to a slow and painful death."
Harry took a deep breath. "They're keeping the blood pure. Non-pureblood witches and wizards have fled the country more and more. Purebloods are fewer and further between. In some other governments in Europe, it's more balanced. Best, I can figure, The Ministry of Magic might be sanctioned and quarantined by the magical nations of Europe before too long. Providing it doesn't collapse first, underneath its own corruption. At this rate, we've got a couple more generations, before everything is lost anyway."
Kara picked up. "After what they did to Harry…that government deserves to collapse. Corrupt governments that cling onto tradition in the face of change, it doesn't lead to good things."
'Like planets blowing up when they ignore obvious warnings,' thought Kara to herself.
"I just hope anyone worthwhile gets the hint," said Harry.
"Well, some people don't get the hint until it's too late," mused Lois, before she faced the couple. "Speaking of which, have either of you heard from Superman?"
After a look, they shook their heads.
"No," muttered Kara. "And it worries me."
Lois looked at the younger woman, a rare show of sympathy appearing on the reporter's face. "Of course you are, you're his cousin after all. If my cousin went off somewhere and I couldn't find him or her, I would be scared to death."
She stalled, before adding. "If I had a cousin that is, but I don't, as far as I know. But you get the picture."
"Here's his problem in a nutshell," said Harry. "He's got to get it through his super powered skull that he might be some crusader for justice, but I'm really not. He can throw these people into prison if it eases his conscious. If anyone takes a shot at my wife, there will be consequences. It's not easy to kill, but it has to be done."
"Yeah, a tough one," agreed Lois. "I kind of see where you're coming from. Especially with my background, with my father being who he was and all, General Lane and all that. Death isn't something that causes me to cry in the corner. Plus it's not like you popped off a girl scout who looked at you cross-eyed, it was Luthor."
"Anything about our missing attempted murderer?" asked Kara.
Lois shook her head. "No, he dropped off the grid. Of course, with that cancer, he's got far more pressing problems right now."
She moved over and looked around, before she added. "Still, a dying Luthor might be a far more dangerous animal. A wounded dog can have a far more violent bite than one is completely healthy."
"That makes sense," muttered Kara.
"Well if Luthor's smart, he wouldn't come out any time soon," said Harry, leaving the implication of what he wanted to do. "You seem distracted."
"Just, there's a lot going on with me," said Lois. "Well not as much as you two, with all of the changes to your little company. Not to mention, you having to deactivate all of the landmines Luthor left lying around with his cape obsession."
The reporter sighed. "Still, Superman's not been seen in weeks, and I'm concerned about Clark…Clark Kent, he's a co-worker of mine, I don't know if you ever met him or not."
Kara and Harry exchanged a covert look.
"I might have run across him a time or two," said Harry, as Kara bit back amusement.
"He's the biggest yokel in the world, a good old boy from Kansas," explained Lois. "But he does have some redeeming qualities. And he just seems detached. I can't really explain it. It's like…I don't know, he's just not being himself and that worries me, as a colleague."
Lois drank from a glass of water at this point.
"As a colleague?" asked Kara. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, it's almost like there's something more," said Harry.
Lois spat out her water in indignation. "What? No, I just respect Clark as a colleague. Maybe even as a friend, but that's where I draw the line. I swear on a stack of Daily Planets that's the truth!"
There was silence and Lois could not resist asking one simple question.
"So, do I have any chance with Superman?" asked Lois in a casual voice.
Harry looked at her, not liking the direction this conversation was heading. "I beg your pardon."
"Well, since you two our married, by now, you had to find some way to make it work, sexually speaking," said the reporter before she amended. "This is a purely hypothetical question, you know, journalist curiosity."
'Yeah, I'm sure,' thought Kara, with mirth.
Harry gave a long sigh. "Oh boy, deep question."
He turned his attention to Lois, seriously. "I'm not Superman, so I really don't have the foggiest idea what he can do. Actually, I don't want to know, because there's certain things I don't want to be thinking about."
Harry allowed himself a moment to breathe, before he continued to speak to the reporter. "But, as for Kara and I, there are factors that allow our intimacy to work. My magic allows me to survive things that others shouldn't. For example, I can fall from a hundred feet in the air off of a flying broomstick. I'd be up and walking in a few days. Most people would be in traction for life, if they're lucky."
Lois nodded. "So, what you're saying is your magic allows you to keep certain bits from ripping off in…"
"Well, yes, but my magic which has always been something that has been odd and defied all logic," said Harry.
"Any other man in the world, and it would have been the end of any sex on the wedding night," added Kara, with a fond smile at Harry.
"So, with you, biologically speaking, it might be a problem," said Harry. "But I think our Man of Steel has other hang-ups beyond that. I don't think he wants to get too close to anyone, because of his long life span. He would outlive any partner. So that's got to be in the back of his mind."
"Wouldn't that happen between you two?" asked Lois, before she hastily amended looking at Harry. "Not that I want to rush you into the grave or anything.."
"No, Harry…Harry might be around for a very long time," said Kara with conviction. "Call it instincts, or whatever. We'll be together for centuries, maybe even longer. I feel it in my heart."
"You seem rather confident," muttered Lois.
"I have confidence in Harry, and I know he does in me," said Kara as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Yeah, Kara's given me a new lease on life," said Harry. "A second chance and I'm not about to blow it."
Lois looked at them and turned around. She had something in her eye. She hated the dust in this apartment.
"So as for Superman…who knows what the future might hold for him," said Harry in an even voice. "As for Clark, well you should learn to see past certain barriers with him."
A look of befuddlement appeared on the face of the dark haired reporter.
"One day, you might understand," said Harry. "Never say never, but at the same time, don't get hung up on something that might never happen. You have your entire life ahead of you."
"Thanks, Harry," muttered Lois as she watched the couple leave. "Your honesty is refreshing, and at the same time, painful."
"I aim to please," said Harry, as they slid open the glass doors to leave by the balcony. "Ready to go?"
Kara grabbed Harry's hand. The two flew off into the night sky above Metropolis hand in hand. Lois watched them leave.
'Well, someone got something right at least," thought Lois. "I guess they both got a break both of them deserved. And who knew a random Vegas marriage could lead to something that lasted for a long time.'
She turned to see if there was anything on the idiot box tonight. Just something to keep her mind off of what she found out.
A blonde man dressed in extravagant robes stepped forward, his hand clasped around an expensive walking stick. He knelt right before the robed figure in his fortress, high above him on a throne.
"My Lord, I thank you for liberating me from Azkaban."
Voldemort peered down at the pathetic excuse for a wizard and spoke softly to him. "To your feet, Lucius, and I did not do so out of kindness. I would sooner let you rot, but I decided to be merciful and give you one final chance."
"What do you speak of, my Lord?" asked Lucius, as he kept his face blank.
"After your failure at the Department of Mysteries, not to mention you losing my diary four years ago, my patience wears thin with you," said Voldemort. "You have one last chance to prove your worth."
Lucius listened as his master continued to speak softly. "I am researching a matter of interest, but in the meantime, I have discovered intriguing energy readings by the Artic Circle. I wish to know more. You will lead a mission to find out more, to gather intelligence. Return to me with your findings. I will determine if they are of any value."
"Of course, my Lord," said the Death Eater.
"Lucius, you best not fail me this time," said Lord Voldemort in his most deadly tone. "Take some of the new recruits; this mission shall prove their worthiness to me. And bring some trolls for some added muscle. You will depart on the second weekend of November."
"May I ask one question of you, my Lord?" asked Lucius.
Voldemort paused and nodded.
"What of the mission you gave Draco?" asked Lucius.
"Your son's survival hinges on his ability to completely execute his mission at Hogwarts," said Voldemort. "For his sake, I hope he takes more after his mother, than you."
Lucius just merely nodded and Voldemort dismissed him.
Voldemort continued his meticulous studies on the flying man who Bellatrix met some months back.
In Smallville, a red head woman in her mid-twenties stood right outside a car, with several bags underneath her arms. Her name was Lana Lang; she had just returned from a long trip just a couple of weeks ago and returned to her roots in Smallville.
Her cell phone rang. With a sigh, she put down her bags on the dirt road and answered it.
"Hello?" asked Lana.
"Lana?" asked a familiar voice. "Thank God, I reached you. This is Martha Kent."
Lana's voice brightened. "Mrs. Kent…it's been a long time! So, how's Mr. Kent and Clark doing?"
"Things aren't well," said Martha in a fretful voice. "Clark especially, a lot has happened since you last talked to him."
"Really?" asked Lana in concern for her oldest friend, as she listened. "Is he alright? Did someone…"
"Clark's gone off somewhere…and I haven't been able to reach him," answered Martha. "I was wondering, if he might have called you sometime."
"Clark hasn't called me for a long time, I haven't even seen him for over a year and a half," said Lana as she shook her head and added. "I guess old high school sweethearts don't count much for him anymore."
"Yes, well, you two did grow apart and I'm sorry for bothering you, if…"
"No, I still care for him, but he's obviously hung up on someone else," said Lana, as she disguised the bitterness in her voice. "That reporter woman, Lane, he keeps having to save, I swear, she does it on purpose."
'It almost like she gets off on it,' thought Lana to herself.
"Well perhaps, but…I'm worried and Jonathan's worried, and I'm worried about Jonathan's health," said Martha, preoccupied as she did not hear completely all what Lana said. "And that's not to mention Kara and Harry, they have enough to worry about as is, without Clark running off and pulling a disappearing act."
Lana just looked confused. "Who's…Kara? And who's Harry?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lana, I forgot how long you were gone," said Martha. "Kara is Clark's cousin, he found her about two years ago."
"So he did have other family that survived on Krypton after all," said Lana in an off handed manner.
There was a long pause, and Lana was afraid she lost the connection. Yet, Martha spoke up. "You know about…"
"Yes, Mrs. Kent, I know, I figured it out," said Lana with a chuckle. "His costume has your work all over it. You did a good job on it."
"Thanks, Lana, I wish I could appreciate the compliment more," said Martha. "So, Kara's Clark's cousin and Harry's…"
"A boyfriend, friend, something like that?" asked Lana after Martha gave a long pause.
"Yes, Lana, something along those lines," muttered Martha.
"Mrs. Kent, from the tone in your voice, I could have sworn that they got drunk in Vegas and got married or something," said Lana in a joking manner, trying to lighten the mood.
This statement was followed by more awkward silence.
"Hello?" asked Lana.
"Well, that's what did happen," said Martha.
"I see," said Lana, glad that she didn't voice the other theory that Harry knocked Kara up. "Does this have anything to do anything to do with what Clark's pulling?"
"Well, he got over the marriage thing, but there's another problem, one I can't explain over the phone," said Martha. "Just…go to Patronus Incorporated, it's the former Lexcorp building in Metropolis, and ask for Harry Potter. He'll be able to tell you everything, if he has the time and he wants to."
Lana took a breath. "Nice coincidence, I'm heading up there in a couple of days, for a job interview."
"What happened to the fashion business?" asked Martha.
"Kind of hit the skids, industry really changed, not for the better," she replied. "Good thing I saved enough of my money to get me by, other people weren't so lucky."
"Oh, that's too bad," muttered Martha.
"Nothing last forever," said Lana. "I'll talk to this Harry Potter, and I might be having a few words with my old friend as well."
"Just don't be too hard on him, Lana," said Martha.
"I know how to deal with your son," said Lana. "I'll make sure he calls, it might take a while, but I'll get to Clark, somehow."
"Thank you Lana," said Martha.
"No problem," said Lana. "After all of those home cooked meals, it was the least I could do. Talk to you later."
Lana put her phone away and sighed.
"Why, Clark?" muttered Lana to herself. "We used to be so close. Now, it's like I don't even know you."
She pulled her suitcases down the street, knowing that answers would come soon.
Daphne Greengrass sat in an abandoned classroom. She found herself rather disturbed by what Hermione Granger told her just days ago.
"Daphne, you look troubled."
Daphne spun around and saw her younger sister, in her fourth year at Hogwarts, also in Slytherin, Astoria. Astoria stood in the doorway. She stood about a half of a foot shorter than her sister, but had the same strawberry blonde hair and facial features, with brown eyes. Her robes were made of the finest material money could buy. She wore a necklace with a green gem stone on it.
"Astoria, you do remember that sneaking up on someone is a good way to get hexed," said Daphne, as she held her wand.
Astoria scoffed. "Like, I would have allowed you to get a shot in. What's gotten you so jumpy anyway?"
"Granger's lost her mind," said Daphne, darkly. "She threatened me. I'm pretty sure she's the one who injured Parkinson and Goyle as well."
"Do you have any proof Granger attacked Parkinson other than your theory?" asked Astoria. "You really had about as much to benefit from, with Parkinson going down. I mean, you were second in command of the sixth year girls in this house. Now that Parkinson's gone, the path is clear. Bulstrode's got the savvy of a concussed mountain troll and Davis is a lackey. So the door was open and you got in."
"Astoria, I had absolutely nothing to do with Parkinson getting attacked," said Daphne.
"I know, Daphne, but Slytherins aren't the only ones who are being attacked," said the younger Greengrass girl. "Gryffindors are getting caught in the crossfire. Vane went around the same time Parkinson and Goyle did. And Bell got dropped by a cursed necklace at Hogsmeade."
Daphne looked at her younger sister; it was difficult to read her expression sometimes. "Who do you think did it, Astoria?"
"Good question," she muttered. "Well, Draco Malfoy seems to be lurking around in weird places this year. It could be him. Or it could be Ginny Weasley, trying to lure Harry Potter back here."
"Weasley?" asked Daphne with disdain. "Please, she's about as subtle as a beater bat to the face."
She paused, before she began to do a mockery of Ginny Weasley, making it high pitched and obnoxious. "Oh look at me, I'm going to grow up and be Mrs. Harry Potter! Because Harry Potter, saved me from getting eaten by a monster because I'm a dumb little bint who wrote in an enchanted diary. My entire life is like a fairy tale. I'm going to be to act like I'm queen of this school and hex anyone with my little bat-boogey hex."
Daphne reverted back to her normal tone and voice.
"That girl must have had her brains scrambled in her first year," concluded Daphne. "If she thinks she has any chance with Harry Potter, without chemical help, she's delusional. Not that Potter's much better. The supposed noble heir, the last son of an ancient family, but he spent his time hanging around commoners, Mudbloods, and oddballs."
Astoria frowned. "Harry isn't that bad."
"Harry?" asked Daphne, with a disgusted expression on her face.
"He…helped me on my Charms homework a few times, and on Defence Against the Dark Arts, too," said Astoria and Daphne shook her head. "He does know some things, and he's not that bad looking either."
Older sister looked at younger sister for at least a minute.
"You do realize that Potter got himself married to some farm girl from Kansas, that he met when he got drunk in Vegas," said Daphne. "I hate to agree with Malfoy, but only Potter could sink that low."
"Daphne, you can be a shallow bitch sometimes," said Astoria. "You have to see something in Harry."
"Quite frankly, I've never seen shit in Potter," said Daphne without missing a beat. "Look, are you here for any reason, other than to pester me?"
"Yeah, I need your help on my Defence Against the Dark Arts homework," said Astoria. "I don't understand what Professor Snape wants us to do."
"And since the glorious Harry Potter couldn't help you, you had to come to your second pick," said Daphne and Astoria nodded, reluctantly. Daphne's expression grew colder, before she responded in an icy voice. "That makes me feel special."
Astoria looked at her sister. "Are you going to help me or not?"
"Sit down," said Daphne curtly and Astoria did so.
'Only the best student that wasn't in Potter's little club, and the only one that got Exceeds Expectations,' thought Daphne. 'I wonder if anyone could stand Umbridge. The only reason the Slytherins tolerated her was she offered us power.'
Dear Kara and Harry,
I've got the thing you wanted me to get. Obviously sending it through the post could be a trial of errors, so how about we meet up during the next Hogsmeade weekend? Place where we met Snuffles two years ago. There's also someone else who wants to speak with you, and has some interesting information regarding your powers.
I've been busy. Things have been happening. The Ministry is putting the lid on the fact that the world is falling apart at the seams. The official government looks to be ready to take control back. It might be a rough autumn and winter, but once the smoke clears, we'll know how much good we did.
Hogsmeade weekend is the second weekend of November. Given what you've told me about a certain Man of Steel, we may have to stage an intervention if his butt isn't out of a certain fortress by then. So bring warm clothes, we might be taking a side trip.
See you soon,
Hermione.
It was the day before Halloween. Harry and Kara had been working busily, filling jobs, and finally, they made some headway.
Harry floated a few inches off of the ground in the main conference room in Metropolis. Kara watched his progress. Both were dressed in business clothes. They had to finish out the day, but they would head out to Central City for Halloween. They would be joining the local hero of that city in handing out trick or trick candy, to drive up publicity for Patronus Incorporated.
"Good, Harry, you're really getting it," said Kara in an appraising voice.
"I just wish it was more than six inches off of the ground, for more than about a minute," said Harry, in a frustrated voice.
"That's enough for now, just sit down Harry," said Kara as she pushed out a chair. Harry did so, as she gave Harry a sandwich. "Eat this, honey, flight can be straining until you get the hang of it."
Harry ate it, as they continued to sit in the conference room.
"And you've got to be less hard on yourself," said Kara. "Kandor wasn't built in a day."
"Yeah, I know," muttered Harry as he finished the sandwich. "So, we might actually get this company moving forward."
"Yeah, security staff is filled, research department good to go, human resources department is cutting down on our workload," confirmed Kara.
"Thankfully," said the wizard.
"And we got one more application, to deal with, a Lana Lang," said Kara.
A voice on the intercom buzzed to life. "Mr. Potter, Lana Lang has arrived for the job interview, but she insists to speak with you personally, she has an important question. She's insistent, sir."
Harry's natural curiosity got the better of him. "Send her on in."
The doors opened as Lana walked in, as Kara and Harry both got to their feet
"Hello, I'm Lana Lang," said Lana in a professional tone. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Lang," said Kara.
She shook hands with both Potters, careful to grasp firmly and maintain eye contact as she did so.
"Please, call me Lana," said the redhead.
"Okay, Lana, then call us Kara and Harry," said Harry, as Kara nodded with a smile. "You wanted to speak with me for a reason."
"Yeah, I did," said Lana. "I want to know if you know anything about Clark Kent."
"He's a reporter in the city, isn't he Kara?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, works at the Daily Planet," added Kara without pause.
"He's a friend of mine, but I wonder, if the name Kal-El holds any meaning to you?" prodded Lana.
At this point, Harry got the message, as he flicked his wand. The doors and windows shut and locked. Privacy charms were put around the conference room.
"Speak," muttered Harry.
"Martha Kent said you might know why he ran off," said Lana. "I'm worried about him."
"We are too," said Kara before she looked at the older woman. "So if you know Kal…"
"Yeah, you're his cousin, that was a shock to me," muttered Lana.
"We can explain what happened, but how much time do you have?" asked Kara.
"Plenty," said Lana, as she settled in for what she figured was a long and particularly complicated story.
Harry and Kara exchanged looks and held hands. They launched into a long story, where parts of it could be told by heart.