Harry found himself dragged out of his slumber by pleasant means. Kara had her lips pressed against his and she was kissing him awake. Harry placed his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. With a good night's sleep, Kara seemed refreshed, recharged, and rather intent not to waste any time. Kara worked her tongue into Harry's mouth. He returned the favor heatedly. They continued the kissing for a while, getting each other worked up.
Kara drew back with a smile.
"That might be the best way to wake up, "commented Harry. "Better than an alarm clock for sure."
"Yeah, I can see how you would enjoy it,' said Kara, on her side, elbow bent and balancing her head with her right hand as she faced Harry. "So are you up for some celebration?"
Harry nodded. Kara looked at his growing erection and licked her lips.
"I'll be back in about ten seconds, don't go away," said Kara.
She zoomed off into the adjacent bathroom. Then the blonde returned dressed in a modified version of her Supergirl costume. The blue material fit snugly around her breasts and was transparent. He could see the outline of them, every single detail prominent. The red skirt was extremely short. The material fit snugly around her hips. Instead of boots she wore red and yellow stockings. The cape hung over her shoulders.
Kara floated in the air, and swayed in her modified costume. Harry looked at her, drinking in the beautiful sight before him. She had a small growth spurt since she came into her new powers. Most of the added height had gone to her lovely legs. Her hips widened just a little bit. Kara's breasts were slightly bigger as well. She had barely any body fat at all, but she had curves. Not to mention the appearance of a girl who actually ate three healthy meals a day.
She was drop dead sexy as far as Harry was concerned, and Kara hinted that as her powers grew and once reached her peak physical prime, she would only even more gorgeous.
Harry could hardly wait for that, but he was more than content right now.
"They make modified Supergirl costumes apparently, so other guys and some girls can live a fantasy that they never will get to experience," said Kara with a smile. "They're apparently one of the hottest selling items out there, which is either flattering or kind of creepy."
"I don't know if I should be upset about this, or happy that I'm married to one of the most desired women in the world," said Harry as she floated closer to him. "The real question is, do you get a cut?"
Kara laughed at this statement.
"We should really have our lawyers look into that," said Kara. She floated about three feet away from Harry. She licked her lips, fixated on him with desire in her bright blue eyes. "But enough about that, we've waited too long."
Kara stroked her clothed body, teasing Harry a little bit. Then she glided over, and gave Harry a passionate kiss on the lips. Harry wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her in tight, deepening the act.
Lemon Time.
She straddled Harry's lap, arms and legs around him, as the kiss deepened. Harry pulled her in, and Kara rubbed her center against Harry's crotch. He groaned, and Kara ran her fingers through his hair. This activity continued for about a minute.
Kara floated backwards and turned around. She bent over in mid-air, presenting herself for her husband. Harry saw the lacy red thong she wore underneath her skirt. It inflamed his desires. She sat back down onto his lap and grinded her ass down onto his crotch. Harry reached around and squeezed her breasts. Kara rewarded his efforts by rubbing circles around his crotch with her ass. Harry leaned forward, and gave Kara kisses on the side of her neck. He reached underneath her top, and found her bare breasts. She was not wearing a bra underneath, which increased Harry's excitement.
"Oh, Harry!" moaned Kara, encouraging him to continue to squeeze and fondle her. She continued to grind on him for a while. Harry massaged her breasts with the palms of his hand. Kara pushed back on him.
Kara turned around, so she was facing Harry. Harry pulled the top over her head. He unclipped the cape a bit so he could pull it up and over her head. Kara's breasts were freed. He leaned forward and sucked on her nipples. Kara gave a sultry moan.
"So wet," breathed Kara, stroking Harry's hair. He continued to suck and feast on her breasts.
She pushed back Harry gently and Kara pulled his shirt off. Kara felt up his muscles on his chest and arms. They continued to feel each other up, inflamed by their passion. Harry lifted her up by the hips, and ripped her skirt off.
Kara wore nothing but a cape, stockings, and a thong. What little material she had on clung to her pussy due to how damp it was. She slid down off of him and onto the floor.
She waved her hands and she used a vanishing spell on Harry's pants and boxers.
"Cheater," said Harry with a smirk.
"Sorry, I can't wait," said Kara, eyeing his erection and licking her tongue over her lips.
She grabbed his erect penis. Hand stroked it slowly up and down. Harry placed his hands on her head, and stroked her hair to encourage his wife's actions. The blonde slid her wet tongue across the head and Harry groaned. Several light kisses trailed around the head of his penis. Kara worked over the base and then moved down. She sucked his balls with her luscious lips.
"Jesus, Kara, so good," managed Harry, but Kara looked him straight in the eyes. She placed her lips on his penis, and then Harry watched as inch by inch disappeared into her mouth.
Harry watched as the beautiful blonde Kryptonian bobbed up and down onto his cock. His cock slid into the back of her throat. Her tongue worked underneath it and her muscles contracted it as she deep throated him. Suddenly Kara looked at her hand. She put her hand up to her eyes, and warmed it up with a mild blast of heat vision.
Then her warm hand squeezed his balls. Harry nearly lost it right there. She fondled him, while sucking his cock long and deep. She worked his member.
"So good, feels so good," said Harry, grabbing her hair and trusting his hips forward into her mouth.
'Fuck my face Harry,' thought Kara, projecting the thought into his mind.
Harry sped up his actions, ramming his throbbing cock down her throat. She used her muscle control, and proceeded to milk it. One hand continued to rub his balls, as Kara bobbed up and down on his length. The other rubbed her pussy so she could get some kind of relief until Harry was able to service her.
She felt him tightened and clenched her fist, before she massaged his ball sac. The combination of that along with what her throat and tongue was doing, along with the expression in her eyes caused Harry to unload.
He ejaculated a hot jet of cum down her throat. Kara swallowed every single drop, leaving some in her mouth. She smacked her lips together sexily and licked the inside of them.
Harry recovered from the pleasure of release and she floated up. Her panties were torn off in a flash. Her wet lips beckoned him. He took his thumb, rubbing circles around her clitoris. Kara shrieked with pleasure. He teased her with one finger, then two, and then three. With a steady rhythm, he pumped them inside of her again and again.
Harry pulled them out as she neared her release.
"Harry," whined Kara, but she did not have a further chance to protest. Rather Harry stuck his tongue into deep inside her center.
His licks were slow at first, but Kara grabbed his hair to push him into her deeper. Harry speed up the movements, and lapped up every single drop she had.
"Faster, eat my pussy!" panted Kara, thrusting her hips up into his face at super speed. Harry's hands moved over, as he continued to savor the taste. He then played with her breasts.
Her moans caused him to work faster. Harry also felt himself grow harder from inhaling her scent. He looked up for a brief second to see Kara's head tilted back, eyes glazed, as more moans escaped from her throat. Harry vibrated his tongue just a little bit, and then slowed down.
Kara unleashed a flood on Harry's face. Harry lapped up what he could. She pulled back and pushed him down onto the bed. Kara slurped her own juices off of his face like a starving woman. She took her hand, and gave Harry a few more teasing strokes. Harry felt himself grow harder.
"Harry," breathed Kara, wrapping her arms around him and pushing his face into her breasts. Harry sighed as he felt his face encased in the firm flesh. "Take me outside, and fuck me in the air."
Harry could not think of a better suggestion. With his face still buried in his wife's breasts, Harry popped them both outside. He did the necessary charms to make sure this little escapade was not seen by anyone.
He drew his head back and cupped Kara's pussy in his hand. He teased it, before he spread her lips. Kara grabbed his cock and when they lined up, he placed his rock hard penis into her tight, wet cunt.
Harry rocked his hips in mid-air, slowly at first. Kara wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. She moaned in his ear, and Harry sped up his actions. The breeze flowed through their air, as they continued their act high above the world. Harry reached around, grabbing her ass, playing with it.
"Fuck," moaned Kara.
Harry slid in and out of her. She arched back, and allowed him to get the leverage. His cock twitched inside of her moist core. She was well lubricated and clenched him like a vice. Her burning desire for him could be felt. She scratched his back and pulled him into a deep kiss, as Harry continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
They rocked back and forth in the air, causing a huge breeze to kick up from the actions. Harry allowed his hands to play with her breast, as he brought her to an orgasm, over and over again. Kara pushed him down into her, and she moaned deep into his mouth. Both felt absolute bliss and passion beyond all comprehension.
She snaked one of her hands down and tried to encourage him to finish faster.
"Cum, need it," breathed Kara, breaking the kiss, but Harry just attacked her breasts. The taste he could not get enough of it. He buried his face into her lovely tits, and sucked on them.
Harry held back the explosion, but he was eventually driven over the edge. After a couple of more moments of her stroking him, her walls clenching tightly, squeezing his cock, Harry exploded. His flood of seed deep spurted into her. Kara moaned, and clamped onto him. He flooded into her. Kara's walls clamped around him, her warm pussy milked every single drop. He drained completely into her.
Harry floated in mid-air on his back, as Kara turned over. Her cape floating above her ass in the breeze caused his desire to be overwhelmed. He floated over, and cupped her ass in his hand. Kara gave a surprised moan, but she wiggled it in his face. Harry raised a hand, and slapped her ass.
"Smack my ass, baby," breathed Kara and Harry swatted her a couple more times. Harry squeezed her supple cheeks and shoved one of his fingers up her hole. "Oh, that feels so good, more, Harry!"
Kara was bent over in the air, and Harry gave a tentative lick of her asshole. She grinded her ass up into his face, and Harry stroked her pussy, giving her more love. Kara began to hump his hand, her breasts swaying as they floated high in the sky.
"Fuck me in the ass," moaned Kara as Harry continued to lick her.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry, but Kara gave him a look that indicated she was sure.
Kara's eyes glazed over, as she felt Harry spread her cheeks. They never really did this before, and as Harry slowly pushed his dick into her asshole she wondered why it them took so long. She screamed, as he penetrated her tight hole.
"Yes, oh, Harry, yes, shove that cock up my ass!"
Harry was spurred to hammer into her tightly. Her ass felt amazing around his cock. He reached over, grabbing her waist for leverage. He continued to hammer into her again and again, as Kara grabbed her own pussy and played with it.
He reached around her, and tweaked her nipples, rubbing them. Harry thanked the person that invented silencing charms as her shrieks could have woken the dead. He felt his balls grow heavy over the next many minutes. He continued to thrust into her ass, and Kara moaned in pleasure.
"I'm about to cum," breathed Harry, as both lovers dripped with sweat. He had one hand on her breasts, and the other hand on her pussy, rubbing it.
"Shoot your cum deep into my ass!" encouraged Kara, pushing against him.
Harry splattered his load deep within her tight ass. She was amazing, every bit of her. Kara screamed in ecstasy. Harry licked her juices from his fingers, sucking on them, as he pulled out of her.
The two broke, descending back to Earth. They landed on the sand on the beach. Harry popped them back inside.
Lemon Ends.
Both returned to their bedroom. Kara had her cape draped over her, as she fell back on the bed, panting.
"My reality is better than any fantasy," said Harry and Kara smiled at him.
"Just got to recharge for a little bit," managed Kara, arms wrapped around him. "Maybe be up for another couple of rounds of celebration in a few hours."
"Take your time, Kara," said Harry, stroking her blonde hair with a loving smile.
They relaxed with each other, in solitude with each other. The Potters enjoyed some rare downtime, alone.
After the day they had, they felt they deserved it.
After another round later that night, Harry and Kara had breakfast together. A letter arrived for Harry in the morning. He recognized the seal of the Ministry of Magic on it. He shook his head, wondering what these people wanted. Kara looked at it as well.
Both had no idea what to say. After what the Ministry pulled, they really had brass balls sending him a letter at all.
"So are you going to look at it?" asked Kara.
"Might as well," said Harry. He held up the letter with a sigh. He opened it up without another word, but he had a shrewd idea what it said before he even read it.
Dear Mr. Potter.
Congratulations on your victory saving the entire world from certain destruction. Then again, we could not expect any less from our world's hero. You always come through when it counts.
I would like to start off with my sincerest apologies for what was done by the previous Administration of Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge. Also the actions of Dumbledore should have been called into question much sooner. It is a shame that I inherited such a mess when I did, and many people had to suffer for it. It drove you from your home, but I'd like to let you know that you are still welcomed in our world, Harry.
I humbly ask you to report to the Ministry at the earliest possible moment, within the next week or so. I believe we can work together to rebuild the world to what it should be. You and your wife are welcomed here, and I swear that I'll give you anything you want. Just all I ask is for one meeting with you to prove that I can make this work. Then perhaps we can work to bring down He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Sincerely,
Rufus Scrimgeour.
The Minister of Magic.
Harry looked at the letter and began to laugh. He showed it to Kara, who also looked rather amused.
It took a couple of minutes for them to regain their composure.
"They really think that you're going to swoop in the last minute and save them from the consequences of their own mistakes," said Kara, shaking her head in absolute dismay about how much they did not get how they had wronged Harry.
"They really…they don't understand why I left, do they?" asked Harry. "The real reason why I left, and they're still trying to use me as a tool to justify their means. Well those days ended when I went to Vegas."
He pulled Kara in close, and without another word he tossed the letter in the trash bin where it belonged.
"I could repair the Ministry, I could restore that world," said Harry thoughtfully. "I do have the resources, but I'd like to keep turning profits this quarter."
"Yeah, investing in the Ministry of Magic seems like a stupid business decision," said Kara, stroking Harry's hair. "We could do it, but we shouldn't do it. Let's just keep doing things for the wider world."
"Maybe I should give them one meeting," said Harry suddenly, and Kara raised an eyebrow. "Just to see their attempts to try and sell me on why I should help, but I doubt anything they could offer me would come close to convincing me. The ride is over for them. I think we should clue them in on that."
"We've got some time open on Friday," said Kara, and Harry nodded. Harry scrawled out a letter, and sent it off to the Ministry.
Harry made sure to infer that he was meeting on his and Kara's terms. Harry and Kara finished their breakfast and made their way out the front door. They had a conference to intend with their investors. Of course, the money they made the last two quarters, and were projected to make this quarter would keep them pleased.
They would make more money than LexCorp did during the past four years, after he indulged in his Superman obsessions. The couple headed out to enjoy their day, life was great.
The assembled Ministry of Magic officials sat around and awaited their meeting with Harry Potter and his wife. The money would run out the following Tuesday, but they were confident that they could make a deal. Potter could backend the Ministry for at least a year, until they found out another solution. If they drained his resources dry, so be it.
The doors opened and Harry and Kara Potter entered the chambers of the Ministry. They were both dressed in business attire, with Harry projecting the image that the Ministry best knew him as, the scrawny little boy in glasses. Harry waved his hand, conjuring two rather comfortable chairs for his wife and him to sit on.
They waited for what the Ministry had to say.
"Mr. Potter, thank you for agreeing to help the Ministry," said Scrimgeour in a boisterous tone of voice.
Harry drank from his bottle of water and looked up at the Ministry.
"I left this world about eight months ago, nine months ago, somewhere in there," said Harry. "And I followed what happened since I left in every painstaking detail. The entire world collapsed, and Britain was a non-entity on the International magical scene. While I was gone, I saw a lot of the world, and managed to see that there was an entire wider world out there beyond our little speck on the globe. And there were many opportunities. I have a lovely wife, a home, and a business that I'm currently running successfully. I've learned more about magic in the past eight months than I have in five years in this world, and I've learned how much you've lied to the world. The lies made were to keep the population ignorant."
"That was the old administration, Mr. Potter," said Scrimgeour.
"Actually, we have documented proof of a fourth of the Ministry's workers at one point or time being accused of being in league with Lord Voldemort," said Kara and the assembled officials shuddered. "A name you cannot dare to even hear uttered, but he's a glorified terrorist or a cult leader. There are far more dangerous people out there, and you let a minor player like Voldemort play off of your fear for decades."
"Now, I don't know who you think…"
"Furthermore, the Auror department has been undercut on the recommendation of the same purebloods who have been accused of these crimes," said Kara. "Violent crimes against Muggles were on the rise. And a number of Muggles have been admitted to the hospital for brain damage because of the long term effects of memory charms. It's not obvious until a few years down the line, but it's there."
A few people whispered at this, fearful, and wondering if the same effects could occur on magical users who had their memories modified as well.
"Those are lies!" yelled one of the officials. "This stupid Muggle doesn't know…"
Suddenly all of the papers and coffee mugs levitated into the air. They watched, the mystical energy flowing from Kara's hand and she set them down.
"You'd be surprised what I know," said Kara with a smug expression on her face. "I taught my husband much about his powers and what they could do. Together, we found out things about magic that you don't want the people to know because it's not something you can control. Because the Ministry doesn't know how to control people without making them use their wands."
"A wand is required to do all magic!" shouted one of the officials.
"No, a wand is just training wheels, to learn control for your powers, or at least that was the idea years ago" said Harry. "We did more research, and found out something interesting. Up until three hundred years ago, wands were only used during the first two years at Hogwarts. Those who did not perform magic without a wand were legally declared squibs."
Harry allowed this information to sink in before he continued to talk.
"Of course, many pureblood noble children failed to perform magic without a wand. So the law was changed. Wands were the way to go. The magical gifts of many were stunted, other than the most powerful."
The Ministry whispered, wondering about the truth of this. It happened long since before many of them were born, so they had no idea.
"The blood purity obsession began then, and society stagnated in other ways within the next several generations," said Harry.
"A society that refuses to advance with the rest of the world tends to eventually bring itself to extinction," added Kara. "The tragedy of all of the murders, all of the deaths, and everything that has happened, the Ministry only has themselves to blame for this. And now you want my husband to ride in on his white stallion, and pick up the pieces."
"Potter belongs to this world and you stole him from us, you slut!"
"Ever talk to any lady, especially my wife, there's going to be trouble," said Harry and the offending party gulped. Kara grabbed his hand.
"It's okay, people of lower intellect often resort to insults in lieu of making an intelligent point," said Kara, shaking her head in pity. "Harry is free to do what he chooses. And he just happened to make a choice that benefited him, which you seem incapable of handling."
"I looked at your budget, and the money it would take to restore you," added Harry, ignoring the protests. "The fact of the matter is I would make more of a profit by taking money and placing it in a barrel. Then I would light said barrel of money on fire, and burn it to the ground. The time of the Ministry is over; I suggest you all find a way to blend into the world. Find a way to get a Muggle job; it's best for your families."
Scrimgeour grimaced, sweating like a pig in a suit. This was not the way he envisioned this meeting going when he had called Potter here. He tried to get together an eloquent argument that would hopefully persuade the boy.
"You-Know-Who is still out there, Mr. Potter," managed Scrimgeour. "It's your duty to defeat him, you're the Chosen One!"
"Dumbledore tried that one, better ask him how well that went," said Harry.
"Dumbledore passed away a couple of weeks ago, Mr. Potter."
"Well, it was his time, I guess," said Harry. "Almost two years ago, I told the Minister of Magic what I saw. Many of you people sitting in this room looking me in the eye launched a smear campaign against me. Don't think I ever forgot; don't think I ever forgave that. You people need to understand that you reap what you sow. Have I made mistakes? More than a few, but I've learned from them. And you people have learned absolutely nothing!"
Harry sat back, and the Ministry looked confused. They yelled about his duty, and Scrimgeour resembled a deer in the headlights.
"Just what do you want, Mr. Potter?" asked Scrimgeour.
Harry turned towards Kara. They both looked at each other, partially amused, at the pathetic spectacle above them.
"What do I want? What could a society that's about to collapse on its own corruption give me?"
"I can't think of anything, Harry," said Kara. "They're trying to pull you down with the ship."
"Yeah, they are," agreed Harry. "What I want is you people to think long and hard about every word I said. I want you to think about why you failed. And don't ever think I have any loyalty to this government. You had your chance, but I've heard your muttered threats. Don't think you can hide them from me. I've opened my ears and eyes."
Harry and Kara turned and walked out of the chamber. The doors were sealed to prevent them from leaving, but they blasted them open with ease.
"What about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
Harry paused, and looked over his shoulder. He allowed them one final cryptic statement.
"If you have to ask, you'll never know."
Maybe a couple of people had read between the lines of that statement, but most looked confused. The couple disapparated with a pop to show they could, despite the spells preventing it.
Scrimgeour threw his hands into the air, tossed his papers down, and returned to his office. He would indulge in a nice bottle of Firewhisky until he had forgotten how he had squandered one final chance. Potter left out, and this time he was not coming back. The Ministry would burn itself out in five days.
Hundreds of years of tradition died not with a bang, but with a pathetic whimper.
Everyone wondered where they would stand. Many at the Ministry had already left months back. Those who remained wished they had noticed the signs as well, but it was too little too late for them.
Deep in space, hovered a magnificent structure high above the Earth. The view was excellent, and anyone who watched could see the Earth easily out the window. Harry, Kara, and Hermione all walked across the tower, enjoying the view.
"It looks nice," said Hermione, giving her assessment on the floating orbital tower in space.
"Not to mention fully functional," said Kara.
"And secure," added Harry. "Believe me, I idiot proofed this thing as much as I could. If someone can actually crack the security, they can have it, but I doubt anyone will."
"So what do you call this little clubhouse of yours?" asked Hermione.
"Oh it's not ours," said Kara as she looked at the other girl in the eye. "But to answer your question it's called the Watchtower."
Hermione whistled and allowed herself a look around. It was amazing how Earth looked from space. She gazed out of the window, savoring the moment. A smile appeared on her face and she nodded to survey the entire situation. Then when she was done, she followed Kara and Harry towards the adjacent room. Batman and Superman already were waiting for them.
"So, everything is up to specifications," said Batman.
"Yeah, we did a good job," said Harry. "It shouldn't fall out of the sky and crush anyone at least."
"Well, I should hope not," said Superman, grimacing at the thought. "It's a wonder how fast we got this station in the air. It's almost like you two planned this."
"Well, it was spur of the moment for me, but I'm sure he was planning it," said Harry.
Batman remained silent, and nodded.
"It was inevitable, given the growing problems in the world. I've actually had this idea in the back of my mind ever since Darkseid brainwashed you. It was just a matter of getting all of the pieces together."
"Well, I'm glad to have inspired you in some way," said Superman, taking a moment to enjoy the view himself.
The five walked into the opposite room. Waiting for them was Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, and Flash. They all moved around, getting a look at the tower.
"So, nice set up you have here," said Green Lantern. "I must say, very professional, state of the art, and most of all secure."
"I aim to please," said Harry, which caused Green Lantern to look at him. "Kara and I did a lot of the work; a lot of the technology used for the security is Kryptonian. Modified a little bit to make sure it actually doesn't reject Earth technology."
"However, we tested it extensively," said Kara. "Maybe in the future, it can be streamlined for home use, but that's a long time coming."
"Well, not too bad," said Green Lantern.
"Yeah it does look impressive," agreed Wonder Woman with a smile.
"Batman did help too, so we can't take all of the credit," said Harry.
Batman nodded. "I merely checked your work. Three sets of eyes are better than two."
"And contributed half of the funding, don't forget that," said Superman.
"Yes, that does seem to be important," said Kara.
Batman's expression remained blank, waiting for the chatter to die down.
"But it is a rather useful facility," concluded the Martian Manhunter.
"Plus the kitchen's fully stocked," said Flash. "So what do you call it?"
"The Watchtower," inputted Superman. "We feel that the world is getting more dangerous, the threats are piling up. People need heroes more now than ever. If we work together, we can make a real difference."
Everyone nodded, but Flash spoke up first.
"Oh, you mean like a group of Superfriends?"
Superman paused. "Actually I was thinking of more like a Justice League. So what do you guys have to say?"
"It's corny," said Flash as he stroked his chin, mock thoughtfully. "But kind of catchy, count me in."
"Yeah, it sounds like we could do some good," agreed Hawkgirl.
"It might be interesting and would allow us to make further in roads to Man's World," inputted Wonder Woman.
"I have nowhere else to go," said the Martian Manhunter but his impression brightened slightly. "But this will allow me to build a fresh new life. Count me in on this one as well."
Green Lantern remained silent.
"I could use a hand here and there. Times have been tough. Consider me a member."
Batman remained silent.
"So how about it?" asked Superman.
"You know how I feel about leaving Gotham City alone," said Batman as he looked at the other six. "But if you need me, and you will, you know where to find me."
Batman turned. He had to return to the city. While he trusted Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin to hold the fort down in certain respects, he still preferred to take certain matters into their own hand.
"So, I guess that leaves you three,' said Superman, turning towards Harry, Kara, and Hermione.
"I guess we can consider them part of the League," said Green Lantern in a gruff voice.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," said Harry. He gave a long pause for dramatic effect. Then he let the next statement speak for itself. "But we're going to have to decline."
This caught everyone off guard, and Harry and Kara decided that an explanation was in order.
"What the Justice League can do, I fully support it one hundred percent," said Harry. "The world needs heroes, one's that they can look up to. You seven could be the foundation for something inspiring for the world."
"I'm sensing a but here," said Hawkgirl.
Harry and Kara just smiled. Kara decided to take over.
"The Justice League could be something great on its own, with or without us," said Kara. "Harry and I, we want to carve out our own legacy in the world. We don't want to be just members of a greater league of heroes."
Kara turned to her cousin.
"No offense, Kal, but I'm trying hard to be my own person. And people aren't going, 'hey that's Superman's sidekick or hey there's Superman's cousin that much anymore.' They're going, that's Supergirl."
Superman just smiled.
"I get where you're coming from," said Superman.
He understood. Kara was growing into her own person. She did not want to be in his shadow any more.
"I hope the League will bring much inspiration to the world," said Harry, looking at the six members that remained after Batman left. "Don't ever lose sight of what you can do."
Harry took a deep breath and continued.
"We will help out when we can, and likely will need a hand fairly often. I tend to have the ability of attracting trouble. So I daresay we're going to bump into each other a fair bit more often."
"Donna, how about you?" asked Wonder Woman.
"I have things I need to do," said Hermione. "I've got some studies to finish. I want to learn wandless magic like Arcane and Supergirl. Plus I don't think the Justice League will really be my cup of tea. I'm not much of a team player."
The entire group nodded. Kara, Harry, and Hermione all walked out from the Watchtower. They had gotten a look at this place, and helped get everything set up.
"Wait up you three."
Superman flew up next to them and dropped on his feet.
"I'm guessing there are more reasons that what you three are talking about, "said Superman.
Harry, Kara, and Hermione all exchanged a look, and the three of them slowly nodded. Harry decided to enlighten the Man of Steel.
"The purpose of the Justice League is to give people something to look up to. There has to be a certain code followed, a code which I might find myself breaking more often than I would like to. The world needs their role models, and your group has a purpose. I don't want to change any of you to be something that you're not. All I want to do is just warn you that we may be doing things that are beyond what the League's purpose is. There are dangerous people out there, and if I get a chance, they're going to get shut down."
Superman gave a nod. They had been down this road a few times in the past. He understood why Harry had the attitude that he did, but he felt uncomfortable with heading down that road personally.
"The offer for membership is still open if you change your mind," said Superman.
"Yeah, thanks for that," said Kara as she looked up at her cousin. "But you do have a rather sizeable shadow to overcome, Kal. I just found my way out of it. The Justice League could dwarf even Superman. And Harry and I are both loyal to Patronus Inc. first. And I can't speak for Hermione…but I think she has her own loyalites."
"Yeah, pretty much," said Hermione. "Plus we can do our own thing, some kind of behind the scenes thing. Funnily enough, everyone seems to overlook those younger than them a lot. Perhaps we can use it to our advantage."
"So, sounds like you've got your own brand of young justice you want to dish out," said Superman.
The Teenage Trinity looked at each other, and just smiled.
"Something like that," said Kara. "We'll see each other around. Take care of yourself Kal."
"Yeah, I'm sure you seven will do something great," said Harry.
"And who knows what it might start," concluded Hermione.
"The three of us on the other hand, we tend to not be the type who fall into the traditional team work structure," said Harry. "If you ever need us, don't hesitate to ask. We'll help when we can."
"That sounds fair, "agreed Superman.
One day they might change their minds and join, but for right now, their life presented a different path that they needed to take.
Kara, Harry, and Hermione all walked off into the night. The world seemed rather wider than they had previously thought. It was remarkable how much things changed in a year. The trio was about ready to leave the Watchtower, but Harry paused remembering something.
"Three, two, one," said Harry, giving Kara a significant look and she caught what it meant immediately.
A loud pop echoed throughout the watchtower. Several surprised screams echoed.
"Someone get that little troll! He turned my uniform pink with purple polka dots!"
The form of Mister Mxyzpltk zoomed down the hallway, cackling immediately, before he turned to face his two favorite sparring partners.
"Alright, this time I've got you!" yelled Mxy with absolute triumph. His gaze fixed on Kara and Harry as he wagged his finger. "Trying to deceive me like you did the last time. I stewed over that one long and hard, but you two super powered brats aren't going to cheat me out of my fun and games this time! I gave your little Justice League buddies a bit of a preview. I must say, pink with purple polka dots looks better on that guy, than green. Makes him look a bit more cheery."
"Ah, so this is Mr. Mxyzpltk," said Hermione in a bored tone.
"Which voice in your head told you that one!" cackled Mxy. "Listen up here, missy, this is some private time between Supergirl and Spanner."
"What did you call me?" asked Harry and Mxy just turned around.
"Ah, you changed that name, it must have slipped my mind," said Myx. He created an image of a brain slipping on a banana bill. "So Arcane, my old boy, you're not cheating me out of this one."
"Yeah, I'm sure a super powered being like yourself must have figured out his mistakes by now," said Kara.
"With that great power, there must be genius level intellect," said Hermione, catching on.
"Ah, guilty as charged," said Mxy as he took a bow. "But flattery will get you nowhere ladies."
"But a super genius must be swamped by a request for autographs day in and day out," said Hermione. "I mean, do you think you could indulge me with your autograph?"
Mxy pulled out a pen, but Hermione shook her head.
"Use one of my mine, it's my favorite," said Hermione with a smile. Both Harry and Kara displayed a good poker face, but on the inside they were cracking up.
Mxy did so, scrawling his name. Suddenly the ink magically shifted into the word "Kltpzym." His eyes bugged out in a nearly cartoonish manner.
"You sneaky little bint!"
Mxy was sucked back into the fifth dimension, as Hermione had a smug smile on her face. The damage he caused reversed when he had left the premises of the Watchtower.
"What was that thing?" asked Harry.
"Oh, it was charmed to auto reverse the words that were written," said Hermione. "Technically he wrote his name backwards, even if the charm tricked him into thinking it was writing it forwards."
"And here I was about to threaten to the little troll," said Kara, shaking her head. "Well he'll be back in a few months, he always comes back."
"Where is he? If I ever get my hands on that little thing I'll…"
"I better go appease Diana, you two go off, I'll catch up," said Hermione.
She turned to walk off.
Harry and Kara walked off. Together they stood, feeling they could face the entire world. And in many ways they had already.
Life went on as Harry and Kara found themselves back into the swing of things. Many new projects were on the ground floor for Patronus Incorporated and ready to be launched. The rest of the first half of the year, along with the second half would prove to be interesting. Once the brand recognition and loyalty had been properly established, more ambitious projects could be thrown out. However, the fact the company was growing and making a profit was encouraging them.
A bright future and one filled with new promise was just around the corner. In time, a bold new world would be established. Meanwhile, Harry continued to try and find the Hogwarts Killer, but Astoria appeared to use her vast wealth to put herself behind enchantments because all leads had turned up dry.
They remained in their office after a morning of meetings, and were about ready to head for a nice lunch when a visitor presented himself at their office.
"Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter, a John Stewart is here to see you. He says that he has urgent information, and wishes for a private meeting at your earliest convenience."
"Send him on up right now," said Harry promptly.
Curiosity struck Harry. He wanted to see what this was all about, and moments later, his conference door opened. The current Green Lantern of this sector walked in.
"So what do we owe the pleasure?" asked Kara.
"It's about your wedding rings," said John without preamble.
"Wedding rings, they've been a family heirloom for years," said Harry and Kara nodded.
"They were found centuries ago, but they should be dormant," said John, waving off the explanation. "At least according to the Guardians of OA, the power source was damaged and lost. It was an experimental device made centuries ago, but the only two prototypes were shelved. The guardians agreed that will was the only power that was needed."
"So your ring runs off of willpower," said Harry, and John nodded in affirmation. "What do these rings run off of?"
"I wasn't told, but one of the Guardians wishes to speak with both of you," said John. "This weekend, I'm taking you two rookies to OA, and he'll have more information with you. His name's Ganthet and he oversaw the production of the rings."
"Lucky for you, we don't have any plans this weekend," said Kara. "So I suppose Harry and I have a few hours to kill."
"A trip to this…OA, it sounds nice," said Harry. "And Kara's right, we don't have any plans, so it could be fun."
"You two are dealing with high powerful weapons on your hand, so I would think that the meeting would be worth your benefit," said John, standing up to face them. "You already activated the rings once; the pulse could be felt across the universe."
"We did it to wipe out soul sucking creatures of terror," said Kara, looking him in the eye. "Harry and I have control over our powers, all of them. We're not about to hurt anyone, for your information."
"Just be ready to go first thing on Saturday morning," said John and he turned to walk back off.
"Once these rings go on, they aren't coming off," said Harry in an undertone to his wife. "He does know that right?"
"We've been able to find out that much," said Kara. "I hope those Guardians won't suggest for me to give up my wedding ring. It was the first gift you ever gave me."
"Don't worry, that's something we'll both be willing to fight for," said Harry with a smile.
The two enjoyed their lunch break together, but the afternoon was still rather young. Plus, the prospect of finding out the full origins of the rings proved to be rather tantalizing for both of them.
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The next few days were spent with Kara and Harry splitting their time between business meetings, leisure, and training. Until Saturday, where sure enough John Stewart arrived to take them off for their meeting. When he said first thing in the morning, the Green Lantern was not whistling Dixie. Both privately wondered if one of the man's responsibilities was to wake up all of the roosters in the world. He sure did seem to beat them out of bed at any rate.
Without even time for breakfast, Harry and Kara found themselves on OA, brought before the Guardians of the Universe. The two found themselves in awe, but tried to maintain an illusion of being calm and collected.
At this time, only one of the Guardians had been present.
"Welcome Arcane and Supergirl. My name is Ganthet."
'At least he got the codename right,' thought Harry, with a slight smile on his face.
'Yeah, at least someone has some tact,' agreed Kara, holding Harry's hand immediately.
"I must say I was surprised that the prototypes I had to throw out actually were found," said Ganthet. "Of course, they do seem to be well worn over the years. Passed through a few hands, but they were just high tech pieces of jewelry. Without the power battery, I assumed that they would be just like the Lantern rings. Yet, your own power must have charged the rings many days ago. Of course, there would be other qualities within you for the rings to be able to work in such a way."
"What qualities do you mean?" asked Kara.
Ganthet remained pensive and thoughtful. The aged guardian looked down at them.
"You two may have the ability to inspire great hope to many beings throughout the galaxy," said Ganthet. "I long since believed that while will power can be the key to victory, it is not the only thing. What are we fighting for? What do we have to gain if there is no hope?"
Harry and Kara had much to think about. The Guardian allowed them a moment for that to sink in.
"My fellow guardians disagreed with the matter, and were even incensed I devised a prototype," said Ganthet. "I could not allow them to be destroyed, so I sent them off to Earth. They were found, and the final result is standing before me."
"We're not giving up the rings," said Kara in a firm voice.
"Yeah, whatever they were, they are a special part of us," said Harry, placing his hand over hers.
The two had determined looks on their face. Ganthet looked down at the two of them.
"Well, I had figured asking you to remove the rings would be akin to cutting your own arm," said Ganthet. "Naturally, that is not why I asked you to come here."
Harry and Kara relaxed immediately at this news. While they were not about to let the rings leave without a fight, the fact that they would not have to fight for them was rather encouraging. The couple relaxed, but more questions danced in their mind.
"So why did you call us here?" asked Harry.
"I had summoned you here for an offer of training," said Ganthet. "While you have the rings, I feel that there could be much more to what you can do and what you can offer in your own way. The Green Lantern Corps is a strong and well-oiled machine throughout every single sector of the galaxy. However, the threats have escalated. Threats where will power may not be enough, as I'm sure you may understand."
Harry and Kara got the message loud and clear.
"I have discussed the matter with my fellow guardians," said Ganthet. "While they are rather cool on the matter, I managed to get them to agree on a probationary state. I feel that you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, will be the best chosen champions for this new power. The rings react with the both of you well."
"Yeah, they are a perfect match," agreed Harry.
"With your permission, I would like to arrange training," said Ganthet. "Let's say about a month from now, to allow to put all of your affairs in order before you return here. It will last approximately three months."
There was a length pause, as the Potters pondered the matter.
"What do you think?" asked Harry, walking off to the side with Kara.
"Well, I'm all for it, if you are," said Kara. "It might be a chance for us to see more of the universe."
"Well that's a persuasive argument if I ever saw one," said Harry with a smile. "So I'm willing to do it, if you are."
Kara nodded her head. The two moved to face the Guardian of OA, who sat before them.
"We agree to your proposal," said Harry.
"Very good," said Ganthet. "In a month's time, you will be summoned. Your combat training will start under Kilowog."
Kara and Harry just smiled, thanking the old Guardian of OA for his time. They walked off.
"It shouldn't be that bad," said Harry.
"I'm guessing you two are training with Kilowog," said John as he waited to bring them back to Earth.
"Yeah, that's what he said," said Harry.
"We've survived Batman, how bad it can be?" asked Kara.
"I was with the Marines," said John gruffly. "Kilowog's training made it look like the girl scouts."
He paused and looked at the couple.
"Good luck, rookies. You're going to need it."
"I swear if he calls me a rookie one more time, he's going to have to bend over to say that Lantern Oath," said Kara to Harry in Kryptonian.
Harry smirked, as they returned back home.