Dolores Umbridge walked down to the Wizengamot with a purpose. In a chamber off to the side, a group of Dementors waited for the orders they were summoned for. Umbridge would save the entire world, she was confident of it. Potter and his alien conspirators must be punished. The woman looked up at the final protectors of the Ministry of Magic, as they awaited their orders.
"Dementors, I have an order, regarding Harry Potter, Kara Potter, and Kal-El," said Umbridge, as she held the images of the three heroes that Yaxley had given her. She waved her hand, with a ring with a cracked black stone on it. "They must be punished for their crimes against humanity, and the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, you will have their souls. The Dementor's Kiss has been authorized."
Percy Weasley rushed in at that moment. He knew this day might come, where his cover might have blown, but innocent lives were on the line.
"What can I do for you, Percy?" asked Umbridge.
"I…don't think this is a good idea," said Percy, as he tried to maintain his composure, and try to suggest it in a way where Umbridge might actually reconsider. "Potter has been able to fight off the Dementors before, and if you send them after him, he will find out. You could be put in danger."
"Ah, Percy, that's where you are wrong," said Umbridge in her sweet voice. "Potter might be able to fight off a few Dementors, but he won't be able to fight off five hundred of them. And if so, he won't be able to protect his Kryptonian alien friends. I've read the data Yaxley gave me. They are as vulnerable to magic as much as the next Muggle."
Percy looked positively horrified, but the Dementors moved forward, excited by the chance to feast on the souls of powerful beings.
"I can't let you do this, this is crossing the line!" yelled Percy, as he turned around and made a break for it.
"I believe Mr. Weasley has compromised the security of the Ministry, passing information to Potter and his alien friends," said Yaxley, in a crisp monotone, as he blocked the door.
Umbridge processed this information. Her nostrils flared up, as she stepped forward to get in Percy's face.
"And I thought of you as a son!" yelled Umbridge, but Percy attacked Umbridge, trying to stop her from finalizing the authorization.
"I give authorization for the Dementors to perform the kiss, on the two Kryptonians, Harry Potter, and Percy Weasley," said Yaxley as he leaned back, to watch the show.
Percy remained in shock. Yaxley did not appear to be effected with the Dementors, not even one bit. The Dementors glided over.
His blood ran cold, as his worst memories flashed before him. He could either save himself, or warn Harry. He knew what he had to do, even if it would cost him much.
He sent a message with his last ounce of strength. Percy felt a pair of cold hands grab his hands. He could not shake himself loose. He saw the hood of the cloak lower, and a black hole of a mouth appeared. The mouth lowered towards his, rattling, rotting breath in his face. He felt like he was drowning in ice water.
Percy's soul was loosened, as the Dementor forced itself onto Percy. Percy felt his sense of self get ripped from him. Umbridge watched, with glee, her mouth opened, excited at what the Dementor was doing.
The limp husk formally known as Percy Weasley deflated, and fell to the ground. Umbridge waved the Dementors off, as they left the Ministry. All of the workers shuddered, having had the misfortune of feeling the effects of the Dementors. It was like a frigid breeze cut into their skin, as their worst memories were brought up.
At last the creatures left the Ministry, and it was someone else's problem when they were gone.
Fog filled all over the United Kingdom, as everyone felt a crippling depression. Umbridge never had felt happier in her life. Yaxley's expression remained cold, not showing any signs of triumph or regret from what just transpired.
"Business calls Dolores," said Yaxley.
"Of course, Yaxley," said Umbridge, as she waved the Ministry employee off.
Umbridge made the trip back, surrounded by Auror bodyguards. She could not be harmed naturally. The entire Ministry could burn, but as long as she was safe, there would still be order. Someone had to make the decisions no one else was willing to. Future generations would judge her as the greatest hero the world had ever seen.
She planned to stuff the soulless forms of Supergirl, Spanner, and Superman as trophies and place them a case in her sitting room. Umbridge returned to her office, to have a cup of tea, in celebration of her great triumph.
It was a somber moment, as all of the students walked out to the Hogwarts Express. The teachers had cleaned out their offices, and would also be leaving. It was like a death march. Very few people had anything to say.
Really what was there to say? Even without the danger, it was not like Hogwarts could remain open with the magical economy having been plunged into virtual ruin.
"I do wonder what went wrong in the end," said Sprout in a low voice.
"There is no wondering about it, Pomona," said McGonagall as she walked from the school. "Albus Dumbledore, the greatest Headmaster this school has ever seen, eventually lost sight of his job. Events over the past six years have removed the security this castle could brag about to have students arrive at our castle doors."
McGonagall ticked off the stories that had called into question the safety from Hogwarts over the past number of years.
"The Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber of Secrets being opened, the Dementors, Diggory's death in the Tournament, Umbridge, and the entire Hogwarts Killer mess, among other things."
Slughorn walked closely. He had a feeling his return from retirement could be short lived, but not for these reasons.
"So is it really over?" asked Slughorn.
"Yes, it's really over," said McGonagall, as she looked off as the last students boarded the Hogwarts Express. The train left the station at Hogsmeade one more time, one last time.
It was a moment in time none of them would ever forget.
"Dumbledore has passed this morning," said Snape suddenly which caused the teachers to turn towards him, mouths opened.
"Are you sure he's dead?" asked McGonagall.
"As certain as we can be, the International Confederation of Wizards counteracted the Draught of the Living Dead, and finished the job his body started on New Year's Eve," explained Snape, who appeared relieved.
Snape decided not to comment about the fact that the curse, the one from the stone, had managed to spread once the Draught of the Living Dead was counteracted. Where the stone was, the Potions Master had no idea; it could have been picked up by anyone in that chamber.
The students were on the train, and drove back to King's Cross. Many would go off to join family overseas, others would try to weather the storm, and try and pick up the pieces.
The teachers walked to Hogsmeade, and all of them left by one by one, leaving Hogwarts completely and utterly abandoned.
The dream of four founders a thousand years ago ended not with a bang, but a mere whimper.
After practicing magic, Harry and Kara flew high in the skies. It was a beautiful day outside, and the two just enjoyed the time they had got to spend with each other. The breeze blew through their hair, nice and gentle. Spring was truly in the air by this point, and the snow was gone until next winter.
At that moment, Harry felt someone call out to him. It was faint, but it was a distress signal. He nearly lost control of his flight, but he managed to right the course. Kara flew in front of him, surprised. She made sure he was okay, before she looked at him.
"Harry, what is it?" asked Kara.
Harry rubbed his forehead, completely thrown off guard by what he had experienced.
"Someone, it was almost like they were calling out for me," said Harry, and Kara grabbed his hand .Harry tried to focus. "There's someone…trapped…barely able to use their powers, in the Department of Mysteries, in the Ministry of Magic."
Kara looked at Harry.
"Harry, it could be a trap," said Kara quietly.
"It could be," agreed Harry. "It's likely nothing but…"
'Ministry…infiltrated…world…danger…Harry Potter…in danger!'
"I heard it too this time," said Kara, as she turned towards Harry, her elbow bent in the air, as she placed her palm on her chin. "What do you think it is?"
Harry closed his eyes. He heard a faint echo calling for help.
"We've got to find out, it shouldn't be too hard to get into the Ministry," said Harry, as he held her shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "I'll understand if you don't want to go I can go alone."
"No, Harry, I have to come with you," said Kara, grabbing his hand, firmly.
He nodded, as they soared through the air. It would be about six or seven minute flight before they made their way to London, but they were making good time. The super powered couple suddenly ran into a great deal of fog, which caused them to slow down.
Harry felt rather cold at that moment, as did Kara. There was only one thing that could cause this kind of fog, and this kind of despair.
"No, it can't be," whispered Kara, as she could see them coming this time. With her magic activated, she could see these horrible creatures, and wished she couldn't see them.
Words did not do justice to how awful they looked. Several grim cloaked figures, with scabbed hands glided forward. Their cold rattling breath filled the air, and they stalked the two in the air. Both managed to remain airborne, but it took every bit of concentration they could muster.
"Kara!" yelled Harry, as he sent a Patronus, which backed off the Dementors. He tried to rally his wife to focus. "You can do it, remember what I taught you!"
"Right, right," whispered Kara, but her mind was visited by images of the Argo country side burning down, as General Zod launched the Nova Javelin at it. Friends she had perished, while she was safe. She tried to summon the happy memories regarding her and Harry. This would be a test to see how well she actually could do this. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A faint shape had filled out, but Harry caught Kara, before she passed out. Another Patronus was sent at the Dementors, who backed off.
"Kara, I love you, stay with me please," said Harry, as he held her in his arms, but the Dementors charged at them. Their sheer numbers threatened to overwhelm the couple. Their skin felt like it was getting frost bitten, their fingers and toes became absolutely numb.
An aura of hopelessness washed over them two of them.
Harry was knocked back, as one of the Dementors grabbed Kara. It's disgusting rotting hands were on her wrists. Harry fought his way out, as he watched the hood of the Dementors lower. He continued to blast his way through the Dementors, sending them flying.
The mouth of the creature nearly on Kara's to perform the Dementor's Kiss. She was paralyzed, unable to move, and the sense of despair filled her body when she realized Harry would not be able to get to her in time.
Harry's wedding ring lit up. Blue light engulfed them all, and Kara's ring activated as well. The Dementor who tried to suck her soul was thrown back. The hideous creature illuminated with blue, and exploded into a shower of ashes.
Kara found herself engulfed by a new hope, and a new strength. The Dementors glided back, retreating. The energy coming from them was like Kryptonite to them. These emotions weakened them. Harry and Kara held hands as their eyes glowed bright.
"You dare try to steal my love's soul!" yelled Harry and Kara in unison. The Dementors retreated, absolutely terrified of something far more dangerous that even them. The two advanced on them, the most feared creatures ever had encountered powerful emotions they could handle. "You're not getting away that easily. EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
A blinding Patronus appeared, to slice through the fog, causing the sunlight to return. The Dementors floated, paralyzed, and unable to move. They could not be sustained for too long, as they sizzled. Kara and Harry watched, as the creatures had blown to dust one at a time. A few of the Dementors tried to preserve themselves, but it was all for nothing. All of them struggled, as they overdosed on hopeful memories.
The remaining Dementors perished, as Kara and Harry both floated to the ground, in each other's arms. They were completely drained from their efforts. Both began to breathe heavily, the signs of fatigue obvious. The fog had cleared, and the yellow sun shined brightly. Kara stirred, as did Harry.
"That's…never happened before," whispered Kara, as Harry wrapped his arms around her. He helped his wife up to her feet.
"We need chocolate, badly," breathed Harry, as he popped her over to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Kara was slightly weaker, having come a half of an inch from getting the Dementor's Kiss. Harry carried Kara inside, and dragged her over to one of the bedrooms. Sirius heard their arrival, and walked into the room.
"What happened?" asked Sirius in a horrified voice, as Harry helped Kara rest on the bed.
"The Dementors happened!" snapped Harry, but his voice softened. "Here, eat this, my love."
Harry grabbed a huge hunk of chocolate. He held Kara on the bed, and cradled her. He busted up the chocolate, and slowly fed her the pieces one bit at a time.
Kara sighed, as she felt the warmth return to her fingers and toes.
"Are you alright?" asked Harry.
"I'll be fine," said Kara, as Harry brushed her hair back, and stepped over, to get her more chocolate.
Sirius waited in the background. He was excited about the good news that the International Confederation of Wizards had declared him to be an innocent wizard. Wormtail had been excused for his crimes, and it was another black mark towards the Ministry. The fact that Kara looked like death warmed over, and Harry did not look much better kind of put a damper on his little victory celebration.
Harry sat down, and Kara took the chocolate, strong enough to eat on her own now.
"You should have some too," said Kara, as she felt a little bit better.
"Yeah, I should have some," agreed Harry, before taking a bite out of the chocolate, and familiar warmth returned.
"So, do I dare ask what happened?" asked Sirius.
Sirius waited, as Harry fed Kara another piece of chocolate, and checked her forehead. She appeared to be running a normal temperature. Her hair looked in disarray, but that was a moderate issue compared to what could have happened.
Harry opened his mouth, and explained the events of today. Sirius nodded, but confusion appeared on his face.
"Your rings activated, and the Dementors fled, but were destroyed by your Patroni," said Sirius, and Harry nodded. "The rings…I don't understand they've never done that before, to the best of my knowledge."
"For these rings, there is more to them than meets the eye," commented Harry, as he held his wife, cradling her. He rested for a little bit, as his energy returned to him.
He had a shrewd idea who sent Dementors after him, and he was not going to let that go. When he was sure Kara got back on her feet, Dolores Umbridge would learn a very valuable lesson about targeting the people he loved.
Outside of a café, Yaxley walked to meet his contact. He waited, as a man dressed in a suit appeared before him. He had dusty blond hair, and half of his skin had been ripped off of his face, showing metal. His hands were visible, and gloved.
His name was John Corben. For years, he was a mercenary who had offered his services to the highest bidder. Yet, he had run afoul of Superman. As a result, he made a deal with Lex Luthor, mostly after a crippling disease had weakened his body. His mind had been transferred into a new body, an alloy known as Metallo.
While it gave the strength to combat Superman, and was also powered by Kryptonite, he had certain drawbacks. He had lost his senses. Therefore he could not smell the air, taste food, or most important all; he could never feel the pleasures of a woman.
The very thought of it had twisted him into Metallo. Metallo sat back, and looked at Yaxley.
"So we have a deal, I lure Superman to you, and you will finish him off," said Yaxley.
"It is a long time overdue," said Metallo, as he leaned forward. "I will have Superman on his knees. He cannot stand up to me, with his vulnerability to Kryptonite."
"See that you finish Superman off," said Yaxley, as he slid a briefcase towards Metallo.
Metallo nodded, as he looked at the contents of the briefcase. The money was crisp, and real. Although he would kill Superman for free, he was not complaining about being paid for the job. He was ready to settle the score with his hated enemy.
Harry sat next to Kara, as he received a message.
"Harry…Umbridge has lost it….sent the Dementors….be prepared….coming to kiss me now….Percy!"
The message faded, as Harry and Kara sat there, disturbingly calm given the situation. While Harry had a good idea that Umbridge sent them. Now this confirmed things. Harry felt bad that Percy had to suffer, especially since he turned over a new leaf.
"Why would she send them after us?" asked Kara.
"Does it matter?" asked Harry, as Kara's head rested on his shoulder. "All that it matters is that she sent them at us. She sent them at us, with an intention to make us worse than dead. Someone must have found out what you are, and obviously I'm always a target. They're always looking an excuse to kill me. The Dementors might be gone, but that's just one symptom to a greater disease."
Harry got up to his feet, and Kara followed him.
"I'm heading off to the Ministry, and getting some answers on everything," said Harry, but he paused. He remembered last time he entered the Ministry without a real plan. Five people got injured, and he thought Sirius died. "But we're going to have to think this through before we do this."
"Yeah, do you have an idea how we're going to do this?" asked Kara.
"I'm working on it, believe me I'm working on it, "said Harry, as he recalled the Ministry, and how flawed the security as. He reached into his bag, and pulled out the Invisibility Cloak. "I've got an idea."
Harry and Kara sat down, as another distress signal from inside the Ministry was heard in their heads . This time it was more frantic, but Harry tried to block it out. He would figure out who was trying to reach out and get in touch with him from the Ministry after he dealt with Umbridge.
The two managed to map out a way into the Ministry. Without another word, they flew off, the Invisibility Cloak ready. Umbridge was not going to get off free this time.
Dolores Umbridge sat in her office, smug and assured at her success. Pretty soon, she was confident the Dementors would suck the souls out of those filthy aliens and that little trouble maker Potter. If not, well she was safe and secure in her office. No one could dare touch her.
Umbridge sat back, and got a message. All of the Dementors had vanished. Her mood grew rather sour.
"What happened?" asked Umbridge, as she sent another message back, and received confirmation. "The Dementors just can't have disappeared….even from Azkaban! No, this can't be happening!"
Umbridge's face turned red. She began to breathe in and out, as her kitten plates shattered from the wave of accidental magic. Everything in her office began to rattle, as her lips flared and her eyes were blood shot. If the Dementors have failed, that meant Potter and his filthy alien wife would come for her next!
"DOUBLE THE SECURITY!" shrieked Umbridge over the magical intercom, her hands trembling. "Don't let Potter, or those aliens anywhere near me!"
The Senior Undersecretary sunk down into her chair, and began to rip at papers. Her precious Dementors had been utterly annihilated, and now there was a chance the aliens were coming after her.
Umbridge held her stubby wand in her hand. She prepared to throw a killing curse at the first thing that came through that office door. The black ring continued to glint on her finger, as she held her wand. Umbridge rocked back and forth, her eyes darting around, and she muttered under her breath.
The security around the Ministry of Magic lobby remained tight. Several Aurors walked around, hands on their wands.
"Has Umbridge lost her mind?"
"That woman lost that years ago."
"She's babbling about aliens up in her office?"
"What has Potter have to do with this?"
The Aurors walked around. Rumors had gone around the office all day that the Ministry would have to shut down. Whispers regarding Gringotts being destroyed could be heard. The entire Ministry of Magic was on pins and needles, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was a sense that the world around them was falling, but the Daily Prophet had not made one word. Of course, over the past three days, no one seemed to have gotten their paper. There was a rumor that the paper had run out of money.
At the front security desk, the Aurors continued to move around, circling everything. The entrance to the Ministry began to crack open, and they investigated it.
They were all confused, as the Aurors had seen nothing. The doors sealed behind them, and the doors had been welded completely shut.
The Aurors pounded on the doors. No one on the inside seemed to hear their efforts, as they went to bust down the doors.
"Someone has sealed us out of the Ministry!"
"Blast it open, it could be Death Eaters!"
The Aurors kept hammering at the entrance to the Ministry, but there appeared to be rather powerful magic keeping anyone out of the Ministry. They pushed, and pounded their way back in. There was no give at all.
Once the coast was clear, Harry and Kara slipped off the Invisibility Cloak.
"Do you think they know we're coming?" asked Kara.
"MAKE SURE THOSE FILTHY ALIENS OR POTTER DON'T LAY A FINGER ON ME OR YOU'LL NEVER WORK AT THE MINISTRY AGAIN!" shrieked Umbridge, as if on cue.
"I think that's a possibility," said Harry, as they held hands, looks of determination on their face. They jumped over the front desk, after Harry had knocked out the security guard with a well-placed stunning spell.
They peered over the desk, as several more Aurors moved down the steps. All of them held their wands, pointing them in every direction.
"Split up, the intruders have to be around here somewhere!"
The Aurors split into four teams of three. Kara and Harry just exchanged a look.
Immediately, one of the Auror teams had been taken out. They toppled onto the ground, sliding on ice. This assault left them open for a well-placed stunning spell. The second team of three had been taken out easily.
One of the teams that remained discovered the other downed Aurors. One of them lost their heads, and stumbled around. Thick cords wrapped around ankles of the Aurors, and seconds later, they were strung up off of gargoyles all over the Ministry.
Kara and Harry flew forward faster than a speeding bullet. This caused the remaining Aurors to lose their heads, and put themselves in position for a swift defeat.
"The elite?" asked Kara.
"Well, I think standards have fallen and most of the good ones left, but come on, we've got to keep moving," said Harry, as he and Kara snuck over towards the lift.
Immediately, he spotted a group of Unspeakables sulking around.
"Just make sure it's ready, by tonight."
The Unspeakables nodded, and moved towards the Department of Mysteries.
"What was that about?" asked Kara.
"I don't know," said Harry, as he shrugged his shoulders. "Let's find Umbridge's office, and pay our respects."
Of course, Harry did not have the slightest idea where the office of that foul woman could be located.
"All Aurors mobilize to the fifth floor, protect Dolores Umbridge, don't let Harry Potter anywhere near her office!" yelled a voice.
Scratch one problem off of the list.
Kara and Harry exchanged a look, before they made sure the lift was clear. Then the two entered the lift. They waited patiently as the lift traveled up one floor at a time, until they made it to the fifth floor. Harry threw the cloak back over them, as Aurors combed over the floor.
"Careful not to bump into anyone," whispered Harry, but he and Kara managed to fly over the heads of the Aurors, wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak.
There seemed to be about thirty or forty Aurors remaining, all geared towards protecting the miserable life of Dolores Umbridge.
Harry peered down. To defeat all of these Aurors without being seen would be pretty much impossible. However, where there was a will, there was a way. He held his hand, and jabbed it at the floor.
The floor began to rumble beneath them. The Aurors staggered back, shocked and surprised.
"Are there giants or something?" asked one of the Aurors.
A loud sonic echo was created, which caused the protectors of the Ministry to be staggered, and confused.
"We have the doomsday weapon in the lobby," said Harry, throwing his voice, as if it would come from a lower floor. He would have to thank Batman for showing him that trick. "The entire Ministry of Magic won't be able to withstand it."
"Yeah, they are a bunch of fools, guarding one useless woman," said Kara in a breathy voice, also throwing her voice. "Our weapon will vaporize them to ashes. All because they had to protect a foul and ugly woman, I think the Ministry might be cross breeding people and toads together!"
A couple of the Aurors chuckled, but they mostly remained stoic.
"Yes the foulest woman, she is inept at magic, and couldn't transfigure her way out of a paper bag!" yelled Harry. "But it won't matter, as we're going to activate the weapon now, and she can't do anything!"
Umbridge cracked open the door of her office, looking at the shell shocked Aurors.
"Don't just stand there, get the lobby and stop them!" shouted Umbridge, as she looked about ready to rip them into shreds.
The Aurors stampeded to the lift. They had to go in several teams, but made it to the floor. Umbridge rushed to the lift, but she was blocked.
The Invisibility Cloak was pulled down, and Umbridge backed off, to come face to face with Harry and Kara. She staggered back, terrified, but she would take them down now.
"NO!" yelled Umbridge, as she held her wand, and did the first spell that came to mind. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
She sent the green light at Kara, who dodged it. The green light flew up high, and nailed the wall. Immediately, Harry rushed over with expert precision. It took two movements, one to remove Umbridge's wand from her hand, and another to snap her neck.
Umbridge felt to the ground. She was dead, in less than ten seconds.
Kara and Harry stood over Umbridge, time seemed to have stood still at that moment. Harry waited, as the Aurors returned to them. They threw the Invisibility Cloak over them, as Umbridge laid on the ground, dead. The Aurors swarmed in.
"Nothing."
There was a pause, and everyone saw the slain form of Dolores Umbridge on the floor. One of the Aurors walked over, and nudged Umbridge with his toe. Umbridge did not move. Another nudge, but she still did not move.
They had verified Umbridge was dead.
The Aurors just shrugged, most of them not bothered, and moved off to go back to their normal duties, stepping on her corpse as they returned to their work.
"Someone…uh better report that Madam Umbridge got killed, by someone."
The Aurors tried to figure out who would be the one to do the devious deed of informing everyone that miserable woman had been killed.
The Ministry was in a state of disarray. Yaxley heard the sounds, and heard the news Umbridge was dead. Yet, he poured over floor plans for Hogwarts, detailed information about the school. Records no one had seen before, and the school was cleared out. Everyone had gone home, the teachers had left.
It left Hogwarts open, and unguarded. With no teachers inside the school, that meant that there was no protection.
"In a matter of moments, my plan will begin its final phase," said Yaxley, as he looked over the blueprints, and made some final calculations. He slipped out for a minute, to do one final sweep of the Ministry, to ensure no one was following him.
Kara and Harry moved across the hallway, when the coast was cleared. It should be smooth sailing outside of the Ministry.
'Hurry, there's not much time."
Immediately, Harry tensed up. In all of the excitement, he had nearly forgotten about the voice that had called him. Kara's eyes averted at him.
"We have one more stop, and that's the Department of Mysteries," said Harry, as he flew down the hall, and Kara joined him. It was slow with the Invisibility Cloak, but the couple managed well enough.
Yet, there was something else that caught Kara's ear.
"It a matter of moments, my plan will begin its final phase."
"Harry," whispered Kara, in a low voice. The two watched Yaxley leave his office, and make his way down the hallway.
"We better check it out," said Harry, as they slipped into the office.
Immediately, they were greeted by a rather practical and kind of dull looking office. There was a desk, a fireplace, and nothing else. Not even anything on the walls, not any hint that the office was inhabited by any human being. The only other thing on the desk was rather elaborate, but dusty blueprints of a castle.
"Hogwarts," breathed Harry, as he looked them over. "Detailed, plans of every single enchantment on every single stone of the castle, anyone who has something like this could crack the defenses and take over the school."
"That's not all, look," said Kara, as she saw several small notes scrawled on the edge of the blueprints. "The symbols…they're Kryptonian, written Kryptonian."
"So, is Yaxley another secret survivor of Krypton?" asked Harry.
Kara shrugged, as she read what had been written.
"It's notes about theories about transferring the consciousness from a body into the protections of Hogwarts, an actual detailed step by step process of doing so," said Kara, as the pieces began to click together. "Hogwarts just got cleared out, that would leave it open for the taking…"
"Your theory is correct, Supergirl."
Harry and Kara stood around to see Yaxley standing before them. Immediately, Kara flew at Yaxley, but Yaxley caught her punch with expert reflexes. He twisted her arm around, and flung Kara hard into the wall. There was a large hole where she landed.
Kara had the wind knocked out of her. Immediately, Harry sent a series of spells at Yaxley. Yaxley just weathered the storm, as Harry blasted him with spikes, fire, and every single thing he could think of, but Yaxley reached one hand forward, and closed it around Harry's throat.
Harry tried to cut his attacker's hand off, but Yaxley's grip tightened. The dark haired wizard struggled to breath, his limbs thrashing as he tried to fight out.
'He's…not human,' thought Harry, as he tried, but failed to fight out of the man's grast.
Heat vision blasted through the wall, and caught Yaxley. The impact caused Yaxley's grip on Harry to be released. Kara flew back in, covered in dust, before she summoned her full power. She sliced Yaxley's hands off with a blast of heat vision, and nailed him in the face, with another high intensity blast. His face appeared to burn off, as he was sent onto the desk. He landed with a huge crash.
Harry sat up, massaging his throat, as Kara helped him up to his feet.
"Are you okay Harry?" asked Kara, as Harry leaned on her.
"Yes, I'll live," said Harry, as he massaged his throat. Yaxley remained immobile for a minute, as his face appeared to be burned to a crisp.
Then, surprisingly Yaxley began to speak, in monotone, as he came back to life. "No, I was to transfer my programming into the castle, so I could use its energies to destroy the Earth, after taking all of the knowledge, but you two children have meddled in my plans for the last time."
An energy field appeared around Harry and Kara, and immobilized them in place. Yaxley was up, as his skin melted off, to reveal a metallic face.
"Greetings Spanner, Supergirl. I am designated as the BrainInteractive Construct Seven Point Zero, but most refer to me as Brainiac."
Kara and Harry were now face to face with the destroyer of Krypton, who had them immobilized. Brainiac advanced on them.