In the Patronus Incorporated Meeting Room, Lana nodded, as the Potters concluded their story.
"Wow, um…I can see Clark getting upset," muttered Lana as her mind processed what she heard. "And I can really see why you were upset and…did what you did."
She put a hand to her forehead and sighed.
"It doesn't excuse him from flying off like that," muttered Lana. "And not even calling his poor mother for six weeks."
Kara nodded, as she looked at Lana. "That one…I'm kind of pissed about that one too."
"As for Lex…I know all too well that he's capable of some cruel things," said Lana, in a distracted voice. "We used to date. He tried to kill me when he thought I was spying on him for Superman. And eventually we knew he would have gotten out of prison."
Harry just inclined his head, before he spoke somberly. "Eventually, if by some scheme or buying enough jurors. The Kryptonite cancer drove him mad. Of course, it might not have been a long trip. Given some of the things he's been up to over the past four years, that I found when I went through the books. And if that's what I found on the official records, I'm wondering what he hid from his stockholders, covertly."
"We're just making headway, six weeks after the fact," added Kara.
Lana nodded, and then she paused, before she considered the young couple before her. "Do you think I should try and talk to Clark? I can easily get something together, to get up to the Artic. It might be a cold journey, but I think I can get through to him."
Harry considered what she said. "Well, my friend suggests we should wait a couple of more weeks. To see if he manages to come to his senses on his own, before we do anything drastic like an intervention."
"Yeah, but if he doesn't come out of there any time soon, I'm going to walk into the Fortress and drag him out by the ear!" said Kara, her voice raised, before she took a calming breath. "He has to listen to me. I'm the Head of the House of El after all."
Lana looked confused. "Wouldn't that divert to the oldest male though…"
"Not by our laws," replied Kara. "Jor-El made it clear that if something happened to him it was my father, then me, and then Kal in that order. Mother kept reminding me ,drilling all of the responsibilities into my head, in case the worst came to worst."
"I'm not telling him to start killing people," added Harry. "That would be against his values. All I want him to do is to stay out of my way, and not try and give me some morality trip. He had a good upbringing, but it gives him a blind spot."
"I'm guessing you didn't have the best upbringing," muttered Lana, before she realized what she said. "Sorry…"
"No, it's fine, it's in the past," said Harry, before he took a deep breath. "Clark was lucky that Jonathan and Martha found that spaceship. Given who could have come across it, it might have ended for the worst. Until he can walk a mile in my shoes, he might never understand where I'm coming from. I spent most of the first sixteen years of my life fighting for survival, at home and at school."
Lana remained silent. There were times where there was just no need to speak.
Kara contributed her own thoughts. "And Kal hasn't seen the wars both Harry and I have. It might be different worlds, but there are monsters on both. People whom are more sick than Luthor is. Luthor might be dangerous, but he's big fish in a small pond compared to some."
"Yeah, he was sick," said Harry. "I wouldn't save Luthor even if he was drowning."
"It's almost like you two are trying to change the world," muttered Lana in an off handed voice.
Harry and Kara exchanged a look.
"Well it's not going to change itself," said Harry. "We're going to have to approach this carefully in some respects. In others, a firmer hand might need to be dealt. Some people needed a reality check, it was long overdue."
Harry looked at Lana, before he added. "Congratulations on getting the job by the way."
She looked at him, shocked.
"You haven't even interviewed me yet…"
"I've looked at your work, some of the things you've done," said Harry as he waved his hand.
"We need people we can trust and have some business savvy at Patronus Incorporated," said Kara. "Plus a proven track record for success, but human resources will fill you in on more. There are a lot of projects in the works. We're confident they'll pay dividends."
"Well you got the confidence thing down," said Lana, before she shook hands with both of them. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you."
She then paused, before she switched to a more personal manner. "Clark, hopefully someone can get through to him. If you don't mind me tagging along…"
"You've known him longer than either of us," said Harry, as Kara nodded. "And welcome to the Patronus Incoporated family, Lana."
She nodded, as she took her leave.
When Lana Lang was gone, Kara gave an exasperated sigh, before she turned to address Harry. "Is it bad I want to strangle my own cousin?"
"Kara, believe me, I've wanted to do it a few times already," said Harry.
She just paused and then spoke. "Your cousin or mine."
"Both," said Harry without missing a beat. "Let's close up and get something to eat."
The couple exchanged a kiss before they walked off to get changed into casual clothes, and then closed up shop for the night.
Sirius Black sat as he looked at a portrait of Lily, James, and Harry, taken on Harry's first birthday.
"Sirius?" asked Remus in a gentle voice.
"Fifteen years ago to the day, Moony," said Sirius with a sigh. "The night many lives changed, and not for the better."
"I know, we won't ever forgot," replied Remus in a somber voice. "Even Voldemort, I'm sure he's having some thoughts about that night after getting kicked out of his body for thirteen years."
Sirius pondered the events that could have been. "If I had just taken Harry, he was right there, and not gone after Wormtail…"
"A little too late for could have beens, Sirius," said Remus, as he leaned back. "Harry's in a good place now, with his own company and a happy marriage."
Tonks showed up, to join in on the conversation. "Yeah, not to mention his new um name."
Sirius and Tonks both laughed at that, although Remus just remained quiet.
"Spanner, that one will go down in the record books," said Sirius as he chuckled. "Harry might try to change that one, but that name's going to stick with him for years. I can't wait to see him, so I can give him a hard time about it. It's my duty as his godfather after all."
"Yeah, it isn't the most flattering name in the world," said Tonks.
"You'd know from experience, wouldn't you Nymphadora?" asked Remus, and Tonks just glared at him for using the forbidden name.
"Yeah, Nymphadora, you shouldn't be judging people's nicknames," added Sirius. "Considering your real name…"
"Shove it, Snuffles," retorted Tonks and Sirius shut his mouth.
Sirius looked serious, and he turned to fully face Tonks and Remus. "So, I've been thinking about something, from fifteen years ago. About the last few letters Lily sent me, when she said she's prepared for the end. And not to waste time mourning her when something happens."
"Don't you mean if something happens?" asked Remus.
"I thought so too," said Sirius, as he pondered the matter. "Lily was rather insistent on the terminology she used, and never made mistakes in her writing. Plus, she mentioned she'd been working on a project that would ensure Harry's long term survival, protection, and happiness. She stressed that it was important that certain things would happen regarding Harry. And she was collaborating with her friend on it."
"Do you mean the friend I think you mean?" asked Remus.
"Yeah, that particular friend," said Sirius, in bitter recollection. "The girl had a few screws loose, and it's almost like she came from another time."
"Who are you talking about?" asked Tonks.
"Oh, you've never met her," muttered Sirius. "Isis Lovegood, she was Lily's best friend after she finally wised up to Snape."
"Luna's mother?" asked Tonks.
"Yes," confirmed Sirius. "She never went to Hogwarts, oddly enough. It seemed like one day she appeared out of nowhere, and started meeting with Lily during our sixth year. I'm pretty sure she was the one who convinced Lily to give James a chance. It snowballed from there."
"And I thought she was a Death Eater at first," muttered Remus. "Oddly enough, I never saw her use a wand."
"I was investigating the Lovegoods when Luna disappeared," interjected Tonks. "But the Ministry has all information about them sealed up pretty tight. She died when Luna was nine, in an accident."
Sirius looked at Tonks, disbelief on his face. "Tonks, you haven't been paying enough attention to Moody. A murder sometimes can be covered up as an accident."
"Do you think the Ministry was involved?" asked Tonks. "Or even…"
"I don't know," said Sirius. "I do know this. Isis made Lily Luna's godmother, but it was just a gesture of friendship. Isis may have been on the guardian list, if the will got made out. James never said if he got around to getting the will official. Then Voldemort struck, and everything went to hell in a handbasket."
Sirius drew breath and concluded. "There was supposed to be detailed instructions of exactly what Lily and James wanted regarding Harry."
"Dumbledore sent Harry to the Dursleys," said Remus. "Lily would have never agreed. She hated Vernon and wasn't too fond of Petunia either towards the end. It does lead some truth to the fact that the will might not have been finalized."
Remus coughed. Then he added. "Or, Dumbledore convinced them not to file it, saying that he was confident the Fidelius Charm would work."
"Well, I guess the point is moot now," said Sirius. "Harry's free and has a wonderful woman to share his life with."
"The Ministry's losing itself more and more by the day," said Tonks. "The British Government is making them accountable for their actions. The Goblins are mobilizing for rebellion…"
"Goblins would rebel if some human left a dirty tissue on their counter," said Sirius darkly.
"Perhaps," agreed Tonks. "What about your kind, Moony?"
"I'm hearing some interesting rumors," said Remus. "It appears that a certain company might be offering werewolves sanctuary, and potentially work with them for a cure. Some of the werewolves are considering it and Greyback's position is slipping."
"Bet that made Greyback's day," muttered Sirius.
"Well, hopefully someone will put him down," said Remus in a bitter voice.
"And Voldemort's still out there biding his time," concluded Tonks. "A quiet Voldemort makes me more worried than an active one for some reason."
"We just got to take it one day at a time, Tonks," said Sirius, as he looked at both of them.
"Yeah, I'm still trying to get my hands on Wormtail, but no luck," said Tonks. "One day, Sirius, your day will come."
Sirius responded with a crisp nod. Every dog did have his day, or so the saying went.
"I'm heading out right now, I trust you two won't get into too much trouble," said Tonks, as she surveyed the two Marauders.
Sirius snorted. "Trouble, hardly."
"Well, I'm going off to Central City, to meet a friend," said Tonks. "Harry and Kara are going to be there, it's a big benefit for Patronus Inc. to get their name out in the open."
"Tell Spanner I said hi," said Sirius with a chuckle.
"You know, Mum had some interesting old baby pictures of you," said Tonks, with a calculating grin. "I'm sure both Harry and Kara would get a kick out of them."
Sirius stopped laughing right then.
Tonks walked off, to leave Remus and Sirius alone.
'I also found my old Auror training notes,' she thought. 'I wonder if Harry might find them useful. Providing he can decipher my handwriting, of course.'
Voldemort loathed Halloween. It allowed those Muggles to dress up in hideous versions of costumes based on a world which they did not understand. Fifteen years ago on this date, his most humbling moment occurred. He reflected on that night at Godric's Hallow, as he shifted through notes.
He located more references of a flying man, buried in Ministry reports his sources copied and presented to him. The reports were buried in the archives. The Dark Lord continued to view them. He spotted scant grainy images, of a figure too fast to capture properly with a camera. The moving pictures even failed to get a clear fix. All he saw was a blur.
Voldemort torched the reports. They were useless, dead ends.
His own mind and knowledge allowed him to defeat any witch or wizard. Muggles were weak and easily crushed. His powers were beyond mere men. His Horcruxes, carefully hidden, anchored him to the world no matter how many times his body was destroyed. Not that his body being destroyed would ever be a problem again.
Potter's blood flowing through his veins ensured he would have the same protection the Boy-Who-Lived did. He could not be touched by anyone, but Potter. He no longer even feared Dumbledore, for the old man barely held his own last time. Not to mention he was losing his grip on reality. And Potter could not be killed by anyone but Lord Voldemort.
In due time, the final confrontation would take place. Once Potter was eliminated, Lord Voldemort would reign supreme. His immorality would be assured. As he waited for that date, he continued to research his flying friend.
The moon shined in the sky on Halloween Night, right on the Island of Themyscira, home of the Amazons. Two women sat outside of a pavilion and looked up. One woman had black hair; she was Princess Diana of Themyscira. The regal woman with blond hair that sat beside her was her mother, Queen Hippolyta.
They reflected on the events of this night.
"It seems like just yesterday," muttered Hippolyta. "Five years ago, the day it happened."
"Mother, you must not blame yourself," said Diana in a somber voice.
"And yet, I do," muttered the Queen. "It is the greatest burden of a mother to lose a daughter. Especially to have one slain in such a fashion, the way she was slaughtered."
The Queen of the Amazons sighed and looked into the stars. "Each and every day, I mourn Donna's loss. She's a casualty of the harsh nature of man's world. The worst parts of it, those that cannot be ignored, as much as we'd like to."
"We both know Ares was responsible," said Diana in a firm voice. "You couldn't have known what happened when Donna and Aresia left to go exploring off the Island."
'And Aresia never came back either,' thought Diana.
"My final words towards my youngest daughter were an argument," said Hipployta. "She said she'd make me sorry. She sadly proved that statement to be true."
Diana looked up and remained thoughtful. "I can't put my finger on it, but there's just something about this night that seems cursed."
"There are legends of spirits out on All Hallows Evil that tempt the innocent," said Hipployta. "Yet their evil pales in comparison to what happened five years ago."
The two women remained silent on the island.
Harry and Kara stood on a podium in front of an assembled crowd outside of an Orphanage in Central City. They wore more casual clothes, but still maintained an air of professionalism. Kara had her hair clipped back and wore glasses. Harry wore synthetic skin over his scar.
"Hello, and I hope everyone is having a safe and happy Halloween!" said Harry on the microphone, as he turned to face the crowd. "Patronus Incorporated, located inside of Metropolis, is helping sponsor this charity drive, to hand out candy to orphans here in Central City."
"So for this benefit we've asked the help of a good friend of Patronus Incorporated to help out," said Kara, in an excited voice. "Please give a warm welcome, for Central City's very own, the Flash!"
On cue, the Flash zoomed up to the podium. Tonks, who sat off to the side, looked amused at his grand entrance.
"Thank you to Kara and Harry for having me be a part of this little event," said Flash.
"No thank you, Flash, you are this town's hero," said Harry, and the assembled crowd cheered.
"Well, thanks, and everyone seems to have done a good job on their Flash costumes this year," said the Scarlet Speedster, as he looked around. "Most of them are the right color, that's always a good start."
The assembled crowd laughed and cheered at their hero.
"And I see a few rogues in the crowd as well, but hey, the one night of the year where it's cool to dress up like the bad guy," said Flash as he looked to all of the assembled children. "And remember; don't eat too much Halloween candy."
He paused, before he added. "Trust me, the dental bills are murder."
Laughter echoed from the assembled crowd as they cheered.
"So tonight, we're going to have a good time," said Flash. "There's enough candy for everyone, so everyone be patient. It won't grow legs and walk away. Trust me, we double checked."
More laughter echoed from the crowd. Harry just offered a smile. Say what you want about the Flash, but he could really work a crowd.
"Halloween this year, the best one in my life so far," muttered Harry, but Kara just hugged him in understanding. "It's been like some trial of errors. Every single year, at Hogwarts, something bad happens. I'm here, having fun and I enjoy it."
"That's what it's all about," said Kara, as she helped Harry pass out the candy. "This trick or treat thing is kind of a strange custom, but really who wouldn't want free candy?"
"I wouldn't mind," said Harry, as Tonks also joined in to help out.
Tonks bumped into the Flash.
"Oh, hey, Tonks," said Flash.
"So, have you been keeping busy?" asked Tonks, as she watched the happy children. Which may soon be happy children on a sugar high before too long. She chuckled in amusement at the thought.
"Oh, you know me, rushing around all over the place," said Flash.
"That's good, got to keep occupied," said Tonks. "I'm really thinking about taking that job Harry offered me."
She sighed and looked around. "If I didn't have so much unfinished business, I'd be out of the Ministry so fast."
"What kind of unfinished business?" asked Flash, in a curious voice. "Can't you give like your two week notice or something?"
"No, I'm trying to catch one of the most notorious killers in the world," muttered Tonks. She still wanted to bring Bellatrix in for what she did. Also, Wormtail was a concern, but she was obsessed with bringing Bellatrix to justice.
Of course, she debated the merits of just putting Bellatrix down like the mad dog she was if she got the chance.
"Oh, well, you have important things to do," said Flash. "So I guess I'll be seeing you around before too long."
"Yeah, I'll stop by from time to time, 'said Tonks, as she turned to see Kara and Harry talking to the orphans.
She smiled, they related to them after all.
Tonks moved over, as Harry and Kara moved away from the children to talk to her.
"Harry, just to let you know, the goblins are in an uproar as the Ministry is threatening compulsory loyalty oaths for all magical creatures," said Tonks. "Either swear undying loyalty to the Ministry, or be declared enemies of the state."
"Wonderful," muttered Harry. "Well, it was bound to happen anyway. Another Goblin Rebellion, I could see it coming a mile away. I'm just glad I pulled my money out when I did."
"Gringotts can't be the only bank that people can put their money," said Kara, with a frown. "Don't you people…"
Kara shut up immediately. She knew the answer to that question. Of course there were very few choices.
"Goblins upped the withdrawal fees recently too," said Tonks. "They can set any price they want to, and no one questions it. Not even the purebloods, because they need their gold. Otherwise, they're kind of worthless."
"Kara, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Harry.
"If you're thinking that we need to research setting up some kind of alternative for magical banking, then yes, I am," she replied. "We're going to have to research that before too long."
Tonks wondered what madness she just inspired with her casual comment.
Hogwarts on Halloween Night was always a vision. Albus Dumbledore sat at the Head Table. Several students had not arrived at the feast yet, but in the hustle and bustle of the day, perhaps they could be permitted to run a little late.
Dumbledore sat back to enjoy a nice and leisurely feast, as he watched the students file in.
Astoria Greengrass stood in the shadows, as Daphne hurried from the Dungeons to the Great Hall.
"Where were you, Astoria?" asked Daphne.
"I was right here, Daphne," said Astoria. "I thought we were supposed to meet out here to go to the Halloween Feast."
"It must have slipped my mind," muttered Daphne, before she added, "At least without Potter here, we'll have a perfectly normal and peaceful night."
A loud scream echoed from the Dungeons. Up the stairs rushed a Slytherin prefect, pale in the face. "Professor Snape, someone get Professor Snape quickly! Blaise Zabini has been found down in his room. He's not breathing at all, blue in the face!"
Snape rushed out, robes billowing behind him, and tore down into the Dungeons to check on Zabini. A moment later, Snape returned and faced his students. "He's gone, everyone to one side, I must make arrangements to inform Zabini's parents."
"Wonder if Zabini's mother had an insurance policy on him," muttered one of the Slytherins in an undertone.
Chaos reigned throughout the Great Hall, so Dumbledore prepared to take control. Through the doors burst Padma Patil, who looked pale and absolutely frantic.
"There's been an attack in the hallways, right in the corridor!" yelled Padma, the normally studious girl losing her head. "Cho Chang's down, and so is Marrietta Edgecombe and Michael Corner, they've all been attacked. Strangled by the looks of things, by the Devil's Snare!"
"I bet you anything it was Granger!" yelled one of the Ravenclaws, pointing at Hermione.
"No, Hermione was with me the entire day, it couldn't have been her, there wasn't enough time," said Padma.
"Yeah, she was in our study group," added Lisa Turpin.
"I can collaborate this as well," said Su Li, quietly.
"Yes, these four girls, and others were in the library most of the day," confirmed Madam Pince. "I followed Miss Granger all the way to the Great Hall."
There were shouts of disbelief, and accusations levied towards Hermione Granger. She shook her head.
'And people wonder why Harry left,' she thought to herself.
"Calm down," said Professor Flitwick. "Pointing the finger of blame isn't going to solve any problems. We need to contact the parents of those who have been lost and offer consolations."
The Great Hall continued to be a scene of chaos, but Susan Bones arrived at that moment, frantic and shaking.
"Miss Bones, please don't tell me Hufflepuff was attacked too tonight," said Professor Sprout, as she faced her fifth year student.
"Ernie and Hannah!" yelled Susan as she found her voice. "I saw someone run down a corridor, they're still alive, breathing, but not responding!"
Dumbledore stood up at these words, thinking quickly. He would have to closely watch Susan, because if she saw someone, even a glimpse, she was the closest thing to a witness in this entire mess.
Sprout was up on her feet. "I need volunteers to help me move their bodies to the Hospital Wing safely!'
The entire seventh year Hufflepuff class took up the charge, showing their loyalty.
Dumbledore looked his age and then some. He spoke in a whisper to McGonagall. "Six students, in one night, attacked. Four dead and two may be joining them."
"I don't know if my heart can take much more of this, Dumbledore," said McGonagall, as she closed her eyes.
Ron Weasley rushed into the Great Hall no sooner had those words left her mouth, and ran up to the Head Table.
"Another attack, Mr. Weasley?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes…Lavender Brown...she's…she's…she's…" stuttered Ron.
"Take a deep breath, Mr. Weasley," said McGonagall, in a gentle voice.
"Someone poisoned her!" yelled Ron in despair. "She was getting ready, putting on her perfume, and she collapsed on the floor. I couldn't think how to revive her. She's not breathing!"
Dumbledore looked like he was about ready to just give up on life right there. This was the second worst night of his life. McGonagall stood up, to clear her throat.
"Everyone remain seated at their tables!" demanded McGonagall. "I will do a head check of everyone who is supposed to be present. It is likely the culprit may not have bothered to attend the feast."
She performed a complex bit of magic that took roll call.
"Three missing, Albus," whispered McGonagall.
"Which three?" asked Dumbledore, as he braced himself.
McGonagall took a deep breath. "Cormac McClaggen, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy."
At that instant, the dazed form of Ginny Weasley stumbled forward, into the Great Hall. She looked battered, bruises all over her face, as she held the back of her head.
"THAT'S HER!" yelled a voice. "She's done it again!"
"What?" slurred Ginny, as Dumbledore moved towards her and stood in front of her, to assess the damage.
"What happened Miss Weasley?" asked Dumbledore in a gentle voice.
"Someone knocked me out!" managed Ginny. "On my way back from Charms, they nailed me in the back of the head with something, and shoved me in a closet. I don't remember anything; I think I might have a concussion. But there's someone lurking around here, but I blacked out."
"Wouldn't be the first time she claimed to have black outs," muttered a fifth year Gryffindor.
"Got another friend that you're writing to, Weasley?"
"No, I swear it wasn't me!" cried Ginny, in near hysterics. "You've got to…I didn't…RON, please back me up!"
Ron just seemed to be in too much shock to give his sister a word in her defense. Ginny turned and rushed up to the Gryffindor table, as she locked eyes on Hermione. "Hermione, Hermione, you've got to believe me!"
"I can't help you Ginny," said Hermione, as she turned away.
Ginny looked hysterical. She wished Harry was here, he'd back her up.
She collapsed to the floor. Her face was covered with blood, bruises, and dirt. McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick all moved towards her.
"Hospital wing, Miss Weasley," muttered McGonagall.
Ginny found herself escorted out, wands on her the entire time.
Ron found his voice and turned to face Hermione. "Hermione, we…we need Harry back!"
"I beg your pardon?" asked Hermione, as she looked at Ron, with disinterest
"This is the thing we've done for years, we can solve these attacks together," said Ron, trying to rally Hermione with the happy memories they had in the past. "We've done it before, we can do it again, all three of us! You have to know where he is, write to him, tell him to come back, Hogwarts needs him!"
"Absolutely not," said Hermione without a thought. "Since the adults wouldn't share information with us for years, and we had to clean up their messes, perhaps they should get a crack at what solving the mystery of the year is like. Let them sink or swim without the help of their golden trio of detectives."
Ron looked at Hermione, unable to believe what she was saying. "Hermione, people are being attacked! You need to tell Harry. He can stop it! Harry belongs to Hogwarts!"
"Harry has a far greater purpose than this death trap we call a school," replied Hermione. "He's the world's best hope for survival. And this is my last word on the situation. Good day to you, Ronald."
A look of indignation crossed Ron's face. "You know what, fine Hermione, I'll solve this mystery myself!"
Ron looked determined, and then thoughtful.
'Could this be my chance?' he wondered. 'The chance Harry gave me when he left, to prove myself.'
Dumbledore and the four Heads of Houses met in the chambers outside of the Great Hall, as the students were locked inside.
"And allow me to state for the record, the Weasley girl is guilty," said Snape, in a firm voice. "I say we cut our losses, invest in some earmuffs for when her mother finds out, and expel her."
Snape turned to face Dumbledore, looking the old man right in the eye. "Did you even scan her for any residual taints from the diary? Dark magic always leaves something behind. Given how her mother fed her fanatical fairy tale delusions, the girl was not exactly the model of stability. Only the strongest could overcome what that enchanted diary did to her. The stress of losing her dream life with Potter likely caused her to snap. As a result, five students are dead and two more are injured."
"It is suspicious regarding young Miss Weasley," agreed McGonagall. "But we have no proof other than hearsay at this point."
"The girl's record works against her, Minerva," argued Snape.
"Some might say your past record works against you, Severus," countered Minerva.
Dumbledore cleared his throat as, Sprout and Flitwick looked at the three of them.
"What's going on?" asked Sprout in a low tone of voice.
"It seems like the three of you have been covering up something again," said Flitwick. "I can't speak for Pomona, but I grow tired of Ravenclaw being treated as a second class house in regards these shenanigans going on at Hogwarts."
"I do grow tired of the same being said for Hufflepuff," agreed Sprout.
McGonagall turned to face Dumbledore. "I thought you said you would inform them!"
"I intended to get around to it," said Dumbledore delicately.
"When?" asked Flitwick. "By the time you're dead, or after you're in the ground?"
Dumbledore acted like he did not hear that statement. Flitwick sighed; he had gotten all but used to the Headmaster and his selective listening.
"I'm not certain what to make of tonight's events," said Dumbledore. "There is a killer on the loose, and it remains to be seen how all of the pieces of this puzzle fit together."
"Need I remind you this is not the time for one of your games, Headmaster," said Snape in a harsh tone of voice. "People have died."
"Yes, I'm aware of that Severus," said Dumbledore, deep in thought. "I must arrange to have Hogwarts be put on lockdown. For the time being, no one is allowed to send or receive any mail without it being checked."
"So, taking a leaf out of Dolores Umbridge's playbook," said McGonagall dryly.
"In a sense, but for a good cause," said Dumbledore, as the twinkle in his eye had long since died out. "If the reputation of this school crumbles, it would be a disaster. The Ministry of Magic is at its lowest point right now. I fear that we will have to work hard to remain hidden .We survived for a thousand years, but the walls crumble."
"So, now what?" asked Snape.
Dumbledore remained silent. "I don't know, Severus. We need to hope that we can find the culprit. This has proven to be a long Halloween."
A time later, Snape and Dumbledore were both alone.
"Draco Malfoy, he may be behind these attacks, Headmaster," muttered Snape, when he was sure he would not be disturbed.
"We do know he was behind the unfortunate accident of Miss Bell," said Dumbledore. "Yet, I feel that Draco can still be redeemed."
Snape just remained quiet, before he spoke. "Headmaster, I might have seen the error in my ways, but some people are not so fortunate. It would be easy to take care of Draco, make it look like an accident, and this entire mess will be forgotten by the spring."
"It would be easy, too easy," said Dumbledore in a quiet voice. "If nothing else, these attacks may convince Harry to return here. I have enchantments in place which will tell me when he is on the grounds. Miss Granger will have written to him after tonight."
Snape said nothing. Dumbledore continued. "I will then take the steps to convince him to stay."
"What about his wife?" asked Snape. "She would not be too happy."
"She has no say in the matter, Harry has to fulfill his destiny," said Dumbledore. "I'm the only one with the knowledge to help him do so."
Snape nodded and said nothing. Potter was not returning. He figured it out at this point.
The world fell apart around them.
Kara and Harry faced each other in their basement. A large section of it had been converted into a makeshift training room. Off to the side, there was a television and VCR set up, with a library stocked with tapes and books, detailing various fighting disciplines. They had begun to train on their own accord, outside of the Batcave.
Right now, after their warm ups, they prepared for a sparring match. Both were dressed in workout clothes. Kara wore a blue top that extended down to her middrift, a red jacket, and blue tear away pants. Harry wore a red jacket, a black tank top, and black pants, with gold stripes on the side.
"Okay," said Harry, as he faced his wife. "Okay, best two out of three?"
"Yeah, best two out of three," agreed Kara.
Harry nodded. "And whoever wins gets to make the scenario for what we get to do later tonight."
"Pretty much," agreed Kara. "And no powers."
"Right, it'd take the fun out of it," said Harry, with a smile.
Kara added. "Being on the floor for fifteen seconds is how we lose a round."
They stood face to face, before a buzzer went off to signal the beginning of the round. The two circled each other, not breaking eye contact. They locked up in a grappling stance, trying to get the advantage. Kara took a slight advantage, because she was still a couple of inches taller than Harry. Harry tried to cut her down and sweep the legs, but Kara blocked it.
They backed off, and Kara aimed a quick kick. Harry blocked her leg.
"Good reflexes," said Kara in an appraising voice. Harry jabbed at her, but she dodged the blow.
"You too," said Harry.
Kara and Harry tried to strike each other, utilizing blocks and attempted fake outs. Kara tried to vary her attacks when she could, to not make it too easy. Both agreed not to hold back in these sparring sessions, because they knew from other activities nothing either did could hurt the other.
Harry jabbed up, but then he tried to slide right between Kara's legs. Kara grabbed Harry around the waist to block him. She hoisted him up and flung him to the ground. Harry got the wind knocked out of him.
The wizard staggered to his feet, as Kara struck a victorious pose.
"I think round one goes to me," said Kara, as she helped Harry up.
"Very good, but I can still beat you in the next two," replied Harry.
They took a moment breather. Kara looked at him. "Ready to go, tough guy?"
"Always with you, baby," said Harry, with a smile.
They went to round two of their sparring session. They went straight to the strikes, but it was a stalemate. Harry caught his wife's arm and twisted it around, to fold it behind her back. Kara slipped free and did a forward roll, before she gracefully landed on her feet. Harry grabbed her, but she twisted out, showing her great flexibility.
Kara did a handstand and tried to wrap her legs around Harry's head. Harry blocked and flipped her over. She popped up, but Harry was crouched down. Her arm was grabbed, before he took her down with an arm throw. Kara landed on her back on the padded mats. She fell for fifteen seconds.
"Round two goes to me," said Harry.
"Nice one, ready for the final round?" asked Kara.
Harry affirmed he was. They moved in for the third and final round. Both tried for an early advantage. Kara bent her knees, pushing up against him. Harry pushed her back and tried to take the legs out, but she shoved him back.
The game continued, as they alternated between attempted take downs and attempted strikes.
Harry regained his balance after an attempted throw. Kara bent down, with a mischievous grin, as she loosened a few buttons on her top.
After all, one had to use every weapon at their disposal.
Harry spotted her lovely cleavage. He blocked out the rather nice distraction, the best he could, as he moved in.
"Feeling light headed?" teased Kara, as she noticed the beginnings of something in Harry's workout pants.
"Never," said Harry, as he shook his head.
"Blood might be rushing from your head," said Kara, as she brushed against Harry. "Might make it hard to focus on anything, well anything that doesn't include what we might do after this little session."
"You look kind of distracted too," countered Harry. "Thinking about what I might do to you when I pin you down?"
Kara licked her lips, and then swirled her tongue around the inside of her cheek. She kicked her shoes off, and quickly removed the bottom half of her pants. Her legs and feet were exposed. Then she lost the jacket.
"Well, that sounds like a good idea," said Harry, as he slipped off his jacket. Kara found herself equally distracted, but determined to win this round.
They circled each other, as they locked up. They brushed against each other, in an attempt to psyche the other out. Harry grabbed Kara's shirt, and she pulled back. Harry watched the shirt tore away right in his hands.
Kara stood in front of him, topless, arms outstretched. Harry looked at her breasts, out of reach.
Suddenly, Kara pounced Harry. Yet she lost her balance when she was poked in the leg. Both stumbled to the ground with each other.
Their lips latched onto each other, as they were both on the ground. Fifteen seconds had long since passed, as they continued their heated kiss. Tongues danced with each other, hands felt around their bodies.
They broke apart, with swollen lips and sweaty faces, as they were on the floor. It did seem many of their sparring seasons ended this way.
"You know, I think that was a draw," managed Harry.
"Yeah, but it was a fun one," whispered Kara, as she eyed her husband.
"So, since you ended up on top, what do you have in mind?" asked Harry.
Kara hugged Harry against her, and whispered right into his ear what she had in mind. The fabric of Harry's pants stretched more, as she explained the scenario she had in mind.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Harry sat behind a desk in a classroom. Kara sat right on the top of one of the desks in front of Harry. She looked at him with a pouty expression on her face. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a pair of glasses. Her blouse stretched across her chest, about two sizes sizes too small with her toned midriff exposed. The short skirt barely maintained modesty and showcased her shapely, stocking covered legs. In her hand, she held a lollypop.
"Hi, Professor Potter," said Kara in a sweet voice. "Sorry about what happened."
"Yes, Miss Kent, you better be sorry," said Harry in a stern voice. "First, I catch you chewing gum in my class. Then you were talking on your cell phone. Not to mention, your skirt violates school dress code policy."
"C'mon, half the girls in this school wear a skirt just as short," argued Kara, as she unclipped her hair and lifted her legs up. "And they don't have the legs for it, either."
She blew her hair out of her face, and then twirled her hair around a finger.
"Yes, well be that as it may, you're breaking school rules," said Harry as he stared at her legs, before his eyes looked up to her face. "Several times, I've given you ample warnings."
"Yes, I know, I've been a naughty girl," breathed Kara, fluttering her eyelashes. She crossed her legs. Bringing the lollypop up to her mouth, she licked it. She looked Harry right in the eyes and slid off the desk. She put her hands right on Harry's desk and leaned over to face him. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Come here Kara," said Harry, as he wiggled a finger at her. Kara moved closer, as Harry pushed out the chair. "Right there, on your front, across my lap."
Kara did as she was told. She turned her head, to give Harry a saucy grin. "So, do you have a protractor in your pocket or something, Professor?"
"I'm going to give you a spanking, Miss Kent," said Harry, as he put his hand on her skirt.
A grin appeared on Kara's face, as she felt a breeze hit her thighs as Harry pulled her skirt back. Harry spanked her right on her firm arse. She shuddered. Harry spanked her again and she moaned.
"No, don't…stop," breathed Kara.
"You're not getting out of this, Kara," said Harry, as he spanked her again.
"No…I'm telling you not to stop," moaned Kara. "You're making me so wet Professor. You have such a strong hand."
He continued to spank the school girl across his lap for a few minutes, and then stopped.
Kara slid off his lap and shamelessly stared right at his erection. Then she spoke in her sweet, but sexy voice. "That looks uncomfortable, Professor Potter. How about I be a good girl, and take care of that for you, mmm?"
"I would appreciate that, Miss Kent," said Harry as he leaned back. Her hands around worked at his pants and slid them down. She pulled down his boxers. His erect penis sprung out, and throbbed with desire.
Kara licked her lips. "Looks so much yummier than the lollipop."
Kara licked around the head. She continued this action, until her tongue started to travel down his shaft.. The girl's eyes locked onto his for the longest time. Her tongue bathed his ballsac. Then, Kara sucked his testicles, using suction to get him pleasure. Harry just leaned back and enjoyed the efforts.
Kara broke off and eyed his member again. "Mmm."
Kara gripped his penis, and then proceeded to pucker her juicy red lips. She placed her lips on the head, and gave it a teasing little suck. Harry grunted with the pleasure. Then she slowly pushed Harry right down her throat. She began to suck him off.
"Suck faster, harder," encouraged Harry, but Kara looked up at him, lust in her eyes. She continued her magnificent blowjob. She worked to bring him to his climax. As she felt his cock twitch, she reached underneath her skirt. She began to pleasure herself, playing with her wet pussy.
"Cumming," breathed Harry. Kara continued to suck him deeply. Her throat muscles closed in on Harry, as she squeezed his balls with her left hand and pleasured herself with the right. Harry unloaded right down her throat. Kara swallowed every single drop.
Kara slid onto the floor, eyes glazed over in passion. "Your seed tastes better than anything I've ever tried, Professor. I need more!"
She took a deep breath and licked her red lips again. She tugged on her collar. "Hot in this classroom, isn't it?"
"Yes, very hot," agreed Harry, as he looked her over, seeing her top about ready to give way.
"Going to have to take my blouse off," she said, as she looked at Harry, fluttering her eyelashes and wiggling her tongue, before she added. "You don't mind, do you Professor?"
A sexy smile appeared on her face, and Harry shook his head. Kara slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off her shoulders. Underneath, she wore a lacy and transparent blue bra that just barely contained her magnificent tits. They were about ready to spill out of her top, and her hardened nipples were visible.
Then, Kara sat on the desk and slid her shoes off. The next action she did was to remove her stockings. Her legs and feet were completely bare.
"Professor, my feet are sore," whined Kara, as she twirled her hair some more. "Do you think you can give me a foot message? I'll make it worth it."
"I don't see any harm it that," said Harry, as he watched Kara wiggle her toes. She stuck her foot out. Taking her right foot in his hand, he began to stroke it, giving her a massage. He worked over her toes, her soles, her heels, and her ankles. He gave everything the attention and love it deserved. Feeling all of her lovely flesh brought his erection back to life. He switched to the left foot and did the same treatment.
"Feels so good Professor, you have talented hands," breathed Kara.
Harry looked her over, as he continued his work. "You have beautiful feet."
"Thank you, but some mean girls stole my bottle of lotion, I think they're jealous," whispered Kara. "I need something, creamy and wet to keep them nice and moisturized."
She eyed Harry's penis.
"I think your hot and tasty cum will have to do," she added, as she touched the head with her toes.
Kara's perfect foot lifted up, and she stroked the side of Harry's penis. The girl slid her foot up and down the length. Then, she teased him with her toes, rubbing the head of his penis. With another movement, she put her feet together, with Harry's penis sandwiched in between them. She rubbed Harry's penis, as he felt a pleasure of a footjob.
The vision of beauty continued to pleasure him with her perfect feet. She gave him a seductive look, with glasses on. He felt his balls grow heavy, but she continued to pleasure him with her feet. Her soles placed on his cock brought Harry passion, as he pulsed with desire.
Harry whispered to her. "Stroke me, stroke me you naughty girl."
A smile appeared on the blonde beauty's face, as she stroked him until the point his balls tightened. A couple more strokes and Harry orgasmed, as the desk along with Kara's feet were covered in the milky white fluid.
"Oops, I guess that was a little messy of me," she said in a soft voice. She slid to the floor, sliding a bit. She held onto the desk. Her lips pressed together to allow her to blow the pencils, papers, and books off the desk, clearing it.
She cleaned up the seed from the desk with her fingers. As it stuck to her fingers, they were brought to her mouth. She sucked her own fingers, eyes glazed over.
Harry reached forward, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her onto the desk. He then pinned the blonde girl right on the desk. They were face to face with each other. Kara whispered. "I like a man who takes charge."
"I like a young woman who has so many wonderful talents," said Harry, as he prepared to pull off her skirt. "Let's see how well you taste."
Her skirt was pulled off, along with her panties. The girl laid back on the desk, legs spread to allow Harry access. Harry leaned down and stuck his tongue inside her. Kara's legs locked his head into place. His tongue worked its magic.
Kara moaned, as he sucked her clitoris. This action brought her unbridled passion, as she trusted her hips up towards his tongue. He continued to lick all over the inside.
Harry lapped up every bit of her juices. They tasted so divine, like everything he enjoyed all rolled into one, but yet she had her own unique taste.
"Lick, fuck, lick suck, work that tongue," encouraged Kara with moans, as she played with her breasts.
His tongue pushed down her center, and his nose smelled her up close. Her desire grew even more. She had been brought to an orgasm, but Harry sucked her dry, taking everything she gave him. He continued to work on her, never stopping.
Kara soaked his face once more, as Harry pulled himself up. She panted on her back on the desk, but then pulled herself up and grabbed his shoulders.
"You seem a little light headed, Professor," whispered Kara. "Why don't you lie back and take a rest?"
She lowered Harry onto the desk and sat on his stomach. Her pussy rested right on it, and her arse pushed back into his erection.
With super speed, she unclipped her bra and threw it to the side. Harry reached up and grabbed her breasts. He played with the wonderful mounds of flesh, as he touched her in the places he knew brought her the most pleasure. Kara then bent down and kissed him right on the lips. He returned the favor, as their tongues engaged in a grappling match with each other. She rubbed herself against him, as they kissed.
Kara broke the kiss and she floated into the air, breaking character slightly. She reached down, to line Harry's penis up with her center. Then she slid down right onto him, eyes widening as Harry filled her.
Harry looked up, to see Kara ride him. She wore nothing, but a pair of glasses. He felt right at home, as his penis pushed inside her. He throbbed inside her warm and wet pussy. He slid in and out of her, as she rode him. Her breasts swayed, and he matched her movements with trusts. Grabbing her swaying breasts, Harry proceeded to play with them.
Kara had the time of her life, as she felt the cock inside of her. It never made her tired of how much pleasure it gave her. She could ride it from sunrise to sundown if she would be allowed to. Kara's murmurs continued, as his skilled hands worked her breasts over.
Harry watched, as Kara rode him. He trusted his hips up, and his cock pulsed deep inside her. Kara continued to bounce up and down, to survey him with pure love over the top of her glasses.
"Yes, Harry, yes, faster, faster!" encouraged Kara, as her moans continued, and she was brought to yet another orgasm. She had given up counting them, because it would distract her too much from her enjoyment.
Harry felt the sensation of her powerful Kryptonian pussy muscles clenching his penis. The fact he knew he was the only man who could take such force made him feel good. He got to experience his wife, at her full glory, and there was no need for her to hold back.
"Kara, almost there," grunted Harry, as he felt himself reach the point of the end.
"Yes, cum inside me!" cheered Kara as she rode him more yet. "Fuck, explode inside me, Harry!"
Harry reached his limit, but not before he brought her to another orgasm. The sensual nature of the moans, along with her scent, put him over the top. He lost himself, as he saw stars. His penis unleashed a heavy stream of cum deep inside her. Her pussy tightened and milked him, to ensure she got every last bit of cum her husband had to offer.
Once they were finished, Kara collapsed right on top of Harry.
Smut/Lemon/Roleplay Ends.
They pulled themselves up, exchanging a tender and loving kiss, before Harry summoned their regular clothes, so they could get changed.
Then they rearranged the classroom, to clean up all traces they had been here. The fact they snuck into an actual university to do this, made the entire activity just that much more exciting to them.
After a moment, Harry opened the windows, before he walked out. "Kara, I want to try something, but you're going to be there to catch me, in case I'm wrong."
Kara nodded, as she held the bag containing their roleplaying outfits over her shoulder.
"I'm going to see how far I can fly, for how long," said Harry.
"I'll be right underneath you, Harry" said Kara, with a smile.
Harry closed his eyes, as he stepped off of the ledge. He expected himself to plummet immediately.
Yet, he did in fact maintain flight, for at least a minute. Right until the point he started to descend.
With fast reflexes, Kara caught Harry before he fell too far. As he was cradled in her arms, they landed on the ground.
"I had it," said Harry in frustration, as she let him down. "I felt stronger, I could fly! It felt wonderful! Then it's almost like something just cut me off before I got too far."
Kara grabbed Harry, eyes traveled to his scar, and she scanned it once again.
"The thing in your head, it must be holding you back," whispered Kara, as she put her arms around him, with Harry returning the gesture. "But, it's getting a bit weaker every day. Still, I can't get it out. He seems like it's sticking around the most dangerous spot."
"So, you still can't burn it out," said Harry, but Kara tightened her arms around him.
"Not without lobotomizing you," whispered Kara. "It's preserving itself; it knows that it's in danger."
"Voldemort," said Harry suddenly and Kara just stared. "It's got to be him; Dumbledore said he accidentally left a piece of himself inside me. My second year, he said it was unintentional, I should have known."
"But you don't feel tempted to do anything evil, do you?" asked Kara.
"No," replied Harry.
"Then you're beating it," said Kara, as she turned around, to look at Harry. Her confidence was contagious to say the least. "The other thing, the white light, it's helping you. And I'm helping you."
Kara wrapped her arms around Harry tighter, and pulled him into a kiss. Harry returned it. They stood in the moonlight on the grass in front of Metropolis University. Their kiss continued for a time, as the wind blew through their hair.
"You will beat it, Harry," said Kara, after the kiss broke. "And when we meet Hermione's contact, she might have some answers."
"It's going to be a long two weeks," said Harry.
"I'm sure we'll find plenty to do," answered Kara, as the clock struck Midnight.
Halloween was over, and Harry got through it without anything bad happening to him.
"Thanks, Kara," whispered Harry, as he grabbed her and kissed her once again. He put a lot into the kiss, to thank her for making sure this Halloween was nothing like all of the other ones in his life.
Together, they had reversed the curse that followed Harry around for fifteen years on this night.
The two broke the kiss after several long moments.
Kara grabbed Harry's hand, and they floated back into the sky, to head on home to turn in. They would be sleeping in for a bit tomorrow.