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Summary: Ten years ago they won the battle: Voldemort was dead. They didn't realize that at the same time they had lost the war. Now, a shadow lurks over the Wizarding World. AU Harry Potter.

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Harry Potter > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Crossover: Other
DC Universe > Batman > Non-BtVS/AtS Crossovers
DireSquirrelFR151122,02533411,03711 Mar 1113 Mar 11Yes

Chapter 2

The next morning broke to see Walden Macnair strung up to a lamppost, naked, his Dark Mark bare for all the world to see. Stapled to his chest was a list: Murderer, terrorist, rapist, accessory to murder, conspiracy to commit murder... the list when on and on, listing as many as the page was long.

When later cut down and awoken, Walden didn't say much.

“The Bat,” he pleaded. “The Bat is coming!”

“Who did this to you?” an auror sympathetic to the cause asked. Walden grabbed him by the robes and pulled the man close so he could whisper in his ear.

“The Batman,” Walden hissed frantically as if he expected another attack at any moment. His eyes constantly fluttered around as if looking for the expected attack. “The Batman did this.”

Lucius watched on in disgust. His friend had fallen so far. He glanced at the auror. “What have you got?”

“Nothing,” the auror admitted. “His mind, his memories...he was obliviated. All that's left are his memories of his crimes and a symbol. He doesn't even remember how to keep himself clean.”

“Symbol?”

“It's gold on black. Two horns stick up in the middle and it's a stylized version of a bat,” the Auror said. “My Legilimency couldn't get any more than that...”

“What is it?”

“There's a partial memory,” the Auror explained. “Horns on the moon and empty eyes. He's afraid, and there's no curse or hex behind that fear. It's genuine.”

“Pathetic.”

“Lucius,” the auror cautioned. “Watch out. The attacker chose him for a reason. He wanted him to live. He's a message, not the messenger.”

Lucius Malfoy spun on his heels and marched out of the ward with a sneer, his wand gripped tightly in his fist.



Daily Prophet

Attack Against Ministry Official

Walden Macnair was attacked last night on a street off Diagon Alley and brutalized completely. The pureblood wizard is a well respected professional in his field and was headed out for some relaxation after a long day at work, when he was attacked sometime during the night. Aurors believe that it took place approximately 8-9 pm, judging by his memories.

This poor wizard was beaten within an inch of his life and to make matters worse, he was put on display by being chained and permanently stuck to a lamppost in Diagon Alley early this morning. He was found by 89 year old Meredith John Falsholm of Hogsmeade, who arrived early for work. Early statements by St. Mungo's sources report that poor Mr. Macnair was partially obliviated.

Our thoughts go out to the man and his family.

For more on the ancestry and career of Walden Macnair, see page three.







Harry Potter to Return to Britain

by Rita Skeeter

After ten years, Harry Potter is set to return to Magical Britain. Most people will know him as the only survivor in the battle with You-Know-Who against the boy's parents: James Potter and his wife. This battle, which cost the Potters their lives also brought down the reign of terror of the Dark Lord. So pained was the boy at his loss, he couldn't bear to be in the same area as the one where he watched his parents killed at the tender age of six.

As most of you know, James Potter was one of four friends from his time in Hogwarts: Peter Pettigrew, posthumous bearer of the Order of Merlin First Class, who died in a battle against You-Know-Who's forces just out of Hogwarts; Remus Lupin, a well known scholar on Dark Creatures; and the criminal Sirius Black, imprisoned for attacking Lucius Malfoy, who was still recovering from the Imperius curse. As most know, Mr. Malfoy was one of the poor souls who were forced to perform terrible acts under the magical control of You-Know-Who. Sirius Black, who was proven as dark as his cousin Bellatrix, attacked Mr. Malfoy three days after his trial that cleared his name. He has been in Azkaban ever since.

On Halloween, ten years ago, the Potters were enjoying an afternoon out with their son when You-Know-Who attacked Diagon Alley. James Potter, an honored auror and former Head Boy at Hogwarts, protected his son at the cost of his own life, struck down by a Killing Curse from the wand of a poor citizen under the Imperius. You-Know-Who hit Harry Potter's mother with the Cruciatus curse repeatedly as young Harry looked on. While not completely verified, it is said that young Harry was forced to watch by none other than Bellatrix LeStrange, who was later imprisoned for her actions after the war. Eventually, Harry's mother was able to get a curse in as the Aurors attacked in force, and somehow was able to lay You-Know-Who low. Out of the 26 people in the street when the fight began, only Harry Potter was left alive.

After a few troubled months, family friend Remus Lupin chose to take young Harry away to heal from the traumatic experience. They settled in America, where young Harry was tutored by none other than the esteemed Gilderoy Lockhart while Remus Lupin continued his investigations into Dark Creatures.

And now, after ten years in Exile, Harry Potter intends to return for the ten year anniversary of his Father's death. While many consider that night to be a day of celebration, I am sure it is a night of somber remembrance for the young Potter Heir. The Ministry has arranged for a memorial to honor James Potter's selfless actions that night.



Contrary to Rita Skeeter's information, Harry Potter had actually arrived three months before he was set to “officially” arrive.

Harry Potter threw the Prophet down in disgust. They didn't know what they were talking about. They never did. They didn't care about Lucius Malfoy had killed his father and they didn't care that his “mudblood” mother was anything that could be considered successful. And then there was the support behind Macnair.

Harry growled and spat.

This wouldn't do.

With a growl of frustration, Harry stripped off his robes and walked to his flat's study. Tipping a bust of Merlin forward, a concealed door slid open. Behind unbreakable glass with an unbreakable lock stood his armor, his other half, his new life. Harry ran a hand over the Dragon hide and Kevlar armor and traced the symbol of the bat absently. He had a long night ahead of him.



Ten Years Prior

“Mum!” little Harry said as he swung between his parents, a hand of his in a hand of each of theirs. “I wanna go to the movies again.”

“Don't worry,” she said. “We'll be there, but first we have to go to Gringott's. We can't see the pictures if we don't have the money.”

Harry just grinned impishly and giggled. Lily Evans-Potter looked up at her husband with barely constrained mirth. James just gave her a wink and pantomimed a kiss. Then the green beam of light hit him and he fell to the ground in a heap, still holding onto Harry's hand.

“Daddy?” Harry asked. “Daddy, are you okay?” The little boy looked down in horror, not even realizing that they were being surrounded.

Lily, however, did not. Her wand was out, but her hand never left Harry's. Curses and hexes started flying that Harry had never heard before. People fell all around him. There were screams of terror, pain and glee, but Harry didn't hear any of it as his mother pulled him along with her. Then HE was over them. Red Eyes, skin so sallow it almost seemed to be made of scales stretched across the bones; black robes that seemed to swirl about like some specter of death.

Voldemort.

Harry recognized the blond man next to the scary man. He watched as his mother's spell cracked Lucius Malfoy's Death Eater mask, letting it fall in two pieces to the ground. Harry's world turned to pain as he was hit by a curse from the snake headed walking stick. He didn't even register that his mother was matching Voldemort spell for spell.

Lily Potter was much more powerful than anyone ever gave her credit for. She was also casting left handed while she held her son's hand in her dominant right. Most new mothers worried about living in a time for war and what that would entail for her children, and she was no different. Lily had reacted differently from most magical mothers, though, in that she had put every ounce of energy she had into three things: Harry, her marriage, and learning as many damn spells as she could. Most people stopped learning after they left Hogwarts; Lily never stopped.

She was lucky that the Death Eaters knew little about tactics. They surrounded her and Harry and were three or four thick. If one dodged a spell from her, it was quite likely to hit the one beside or behind the target. Five, six and then seven minions died as her cutting curses bounced off Voldemort's shield, the angle such that none were reflected back towards her or Harry. Many other curses crossed the battlefield and hit other Death Eaters when Lily and Harry dodged out of the line of fire. When your enemies outnumber you thirty to one, friendly fire is your friend.

Her work with Harry was especially important. While laws prevented her from teaching Harry magic, she taught him to dodge and how to run. He knew how to be in a fight without fighting. That and the fact that Lily had layered every damn protection spell on his clothes that she could find essentially provided him protection from all but the least common curses and hexes. Aurors had less magical protections than her son had.

All the same, with all her success and even the few hits she'd landed, she knew she wasn't going to win this. When the Cruciatus curse hit the two remaining Potters and Lily felt her hand shake to such a degree that her wand fumbled from her jittery fingers, Lily Evans-Potter knew that it was over. She knew that she just lost. She'd never felt it before. She'd always been able to dodge them before.

Harry looked up sharply as the Cruciatus fell at the sharp, hissed words uttered from his mother's mouth. He didn't know the language, he didn't know the intent, but he could feel their power. Then a green curse hit her as well.

Like his father, Harry's mother died holding his hand. He didn't hear the laughter of the slaughterers or the arrival of four aurors who happened to be eating at the Leaky Cauldron, one of whom was still pulling up his pants as he ran out the door. He didn't see those aurors die under the almost lazy spells of the distracted Death Eaters. He didn't see anything until HE was pointing his wand directly at Harry's nose.

“Maggots turn into flies,” the creature said, eliciting laughter from his followers. “Avada Kedavra.

Harry didn't remember anything in the minutes after those two words, but apparently something had destroyed the Dark Lord Voldemort and knocked his marked minions on their asses. The blast made the boy's last few moments of consciousness fuzzy and indistinct. Few remembered the exact words spoken or what spell was cast, only a few more sheltered were spared this. For most, the last thing they knew was Lily Potter's surprising ability, but there wasn't one among them who would admit that a mudblood bested the Dark Lord, so pureblooded James Potter got the credit.

The real auror force, who showed up, as usual, well after the fighting was over, found six-year-old Harry Potter holding his parents' hands in his own as he cried. Tears mixed with the blood from a jagged curse mark on his forehead. His mother's pearls, no longer tied together on their string, rolled along the Alley, stained red with blood.

The image graced the front page of the Daily Prophet not an hour later.



Four weeks after that, Harry sat in the audience, forbidden from giving testimony for “his own well being” against the man who tortured his mother and killed his father. However, Draco was able to act as a “character witness” and let loose those crocodile tears.

“Good members of the Wizengamot,” Cornelius Fudge, the up and coming Ministry man, said as he spun around, hands clasped behind his back. In theory, he was the prosecutor. “As you can see, the actions taken by Lucius Malfoy were not his own. He is, indeed, as much a victim as James Potter of You-Know-Who's wrongdoing. We can only feel that he has suffered enough. We all have.”

Remus Lupin looked down at the expression of pure rage on little Harry's face as the Wizengamot voted to free the blond wizard. On the other side of Harry, Sirius Black looked almost as furious.

“That bastard killed my Daddy!” Harry bellowed, jumping up into his seat. “Murderer! Murderer!”

More than a few of the Wizengamot looked over at the enraged boy and the barely restrained man next to him and wondered if they might have just made a mistake. Cornelius Fudge just sighed and waved his hand dismissively.

“Would someone please control that child?” he said with the air of someone complaining about an unruly child in line for ice cream. Harry's screams were cut off by an attending auror's spell.

As Harry was dragged out of the room, he watched as Lucius Malfoy grinned triumphantly.

Silently, if only because the silence spell, Harry swore his revenge.



Three days later, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for attacking Lucius Malfoy. The specifics of the fight were never reported.

Remus took Harry to America where the laws supported werewolves, instead of persecuting them.



(NOTE: this was written before the entire fic was finished)




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DireSquirrel: No, I was being far too serious

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SpaceMary: thirteen Omake?

DireSquirrel: I had to get them out of my system

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SpaceMary: I'M SERIOUS!!!

DireSquirrel: You do realize that's giving me a perfect opening, right?

SpaceMary: and don't make that pun!



Omake Six: Mary and the Squirrel

“Why don't you try writing in the style of someone else?” SpaceMary suggested.

“I suppose,” the Squirrel shrugged. “I have been in kind of a crack rut lately.”

“Pretty much everything's been crack fics lately,” agreed SpaceMary.

“Who do you suggest?” asked the Squirrel.

“How about someone very different from you?”

“Like Hemingway or Longfellow? Jane Austin or Pick-a-Bronte?” the Squirrel continued, throwing out other authors with rather different forms of insanity than this author.

“How about Frank Miller?”

The Squirrel paused and looked at SpaceMary with trepidation and something akin to the consideration of locking Mary in Arkham for her own good.

“I don't like most of Frank Miller's work,” stated the Squirrel. “He's a misogynist!”

“But you admit he's a talented writer with a style very different from your own,” pointed out SpaceMary.

“Yes...but...”

“So, write Harry Potter as if written by Frank Miller,” SpaceMary decided.

“Okay...?”

Harry Potter: the Frank Miller Version or HARRY POTTER ALL STARS!!!!

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SpaceMary growled as she looked up from the computer screen.

“What?” asked the Squirrel. “It's written like Frank Miller!”

“You know this isn't what I meant!”



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