Fourth Year
July 1, 2012
Harry sat in his new room in Sirius’s new place, a mansion sized house on its own little island, staring at the letter in his hands. It was from a magical blood bank. He remembered the words his mother, Lily, had said in the vision he saw when he had been around Dementors last year: "Dada loves you. I love you, whoever your birth parents were, they love you. You are loved."
Taking a deep breath, Harry opened the letter and began to read:
Dear Mr. Evans,
We hope this letter finds you well. We are writing to inform you that a recent magical blood test has revealed some unexpected information regarding your lineage. After running several tests, we have discovered that your birth parents are Bruce Thomas Wayne and his wife, Antonia Maria Wayne (née Stark).
We understand that this news may come as a surprise, and we are here to offer our assistance in uncovering the truth about your heritage. If you wish to pursue this matter further, please visit our office at your earliest convenience. Our team of experts will be more than happy to help you explore your magical ancestry.
Harry stared at the letter in disbelief. He had seen the Waynes on TV. Both were multi-billionaires in Gotham, apparently one of the worst places to live in the entire world with the supervillains running around it. He had seen Antonia Wayne standing with several boys younger than him as they posed for pictures, recalling that the couple had triplets a few years ago.
Harry dug deeper and discovered that there were two vigilantes running around the city, Batman and Iron Maiden, though she had apparently changed her name to Iron Lantern after receiving a Green Lantern Ring. And recently, a new one appeared by Batman's side, Robin the Boy Wonder, the news had called him, with a picture of him and Batman flying through the sky together.
July 18, 2012
Harry sat in the library, surrounded by a stack of books he had ordered. Each book held the promise of answers to the questions that had been swirling in his mind since he received the letter from the blood bank. He picked up the first book, titled "The History of Gotham City," and began to read.
Gotham City had a long and troubled history, known for its high crime rates and the presence of numerous supervillains. The book detailed the city's founding, its rise as an industrial powerhouse, and the eventual decline into chaos and corruption. Harry learned about the various crime families that had controlled the city over the years and the efforts of law enforcement to combat the rampant crime.
Next, Harry picked up a book titled "The Wayne Family Legacy." The Waynes were one of the oldest and wealthiest families in Gotham, known for their contributions to the city's development. Thomas and Martha Wayne, Bruce's parents, had been beloved figures in Gotham until their tragic murder, which had left Bruce an orphan at a young age. The book detailed Bruce's rise to prominence as the head of Wayne Enterprises and his efforts to continue his parents' legacy, along with his early playboy attitude before his marriage to Antonia Stark
Harry then turned to a book titled "The Stark Family: Innovators and Heroes." The Stark family was equally renowned, with a history of technological innovation and heroism. Howard Stark, Antonia's father, had been a brilliant inventor and had apparently been a key figure in creating Captain America. Antonia, following in her father's footsteps, had become a renowned scientist and inventor, known for her work in various fields and several PHDs at a young age.
Finally, Harry picked up a book titled "The Vigilantes of Gotham: Batman and Iron Lantern." This book detailed the exploits of Gotham's most famous vigilantes. Batman, who’s identity was up for debate, was a master detective and martial artist who used his skills and resources to fight crime in the city. Iron Lantern, formerly known as Iron Maiden, had become a hero and later received a Green Lantern Ring, enhancing her abilities even further. The book also mentioned Robin, the Boy Wonder, who had recently joined Batman in his crusade against crime.
July 20, 2012
Harry sat in the cozy living room of Grimmauld Place, nervously fidgeting with the letter from the magical blood bank. He had asked Sirius and Remus to meet him here, needing to discuss something important. As they entered the room, Harry took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point.
"Sirius, Remus, I need to ask you something," Harry began"Did you know about my adoption?"
Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance Sirius sighed and nodded. "Yes, Harry, we knew. We were planning to tell you in a few years, when you were older and ready to understand."
Harry's heart raced as he processed their words. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, a mix of frustration and curiosity in his voice.
Remus stepped forward, his expression gentle. "We wanted to protect you, Harry. It was a complicated situation, and we thought it would be best to wait until you were ready to handle the truth."
Harry nodded, understanding their intentions but still eager for answers. "Can you tell me what happened? How did I end up with Mum and Dad?"
Remus took a deep breath and began to explain. "It was during the height of the war against Voldemort. One day, Lily and James returned from a battle with you in Lily's arms. They were both shaken and told us about two figures who had stepped out of portals and struck down the Death Eaters as if they were annoying flies. These figures announced that you were destined to defeat Voldemort and save our world."
Sirius continued, "Lily and James were chosen to be your parents, to raise you and protect you. They loved you as their own, Harry. We all did. But we knew there was more to your story, and we wanted to make sure you were ready to hear it."
Later that night Harry sat at his desk, staring at a blank piece of parchment. He had been contemplating writing a letter to the Waynes ever since he learned the truth about his heritage. The idea of reaching out to them filled him with a mix of hope.
He picked up his quill and dipped it in ink, but hesitated before writing the first word. Memories of the Dursleys flooded his mind—how they had treated him with disdain and cruelty, never showing him an ounce of love or kindness. The thought of getting his hopes up only to be rejected or ignored by the Waynes was almost too much to bear.
Harry sighed and put the quill down, running a hand through his hair. What if the Waynes didn't want anything to do with him? What if they had moved on with their lives and had no place for him in their family? The fear of being hurt again, like he had been by the Dursleys, made him reluctant to take the risk.
The Waynes were huge figures, and their lives were undoubtedly complicated. Harry didn't want to intrude or disrupt their world.
With a heavy heart, Harry folded the blank parchment and put it away. He decided that, for now, he wouldn’t contact them. Perhaps one day he would find the courage to reach out to the Waynes, but today was not that day.
As he sat there, lost in thought, Harry reminded himself that he wasn't alone. He had friends who cared about him, and Sirius and Remus had promised to support him. He would take things one step at a time, and when the moment was right, he would find the answers he sought.
August 1, 2012
Harry sat at the kitchen table, listening as Sirius explained the intricate details of the Animagus transformation ritual. Ever since Harry had learned what an Animagus was, he had been determined to become one. Sirius, delighted by Harry's enthusiasm, had vowed to help him achieve this goal.
"Alright, Harry," Sirius began, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he wrote down the notes. "The first step is to brew the Animagus potion. It's a complex potion, but we can do it. We'll need a mandrake leaf, chrysalis of a Death's-head Hawk Moth, and a silver teaspoon of dew collected from a place that neither sunlight nor human feet have touched for seven days."
"Got it. What's next?"
Sirius continued, "Once the potion is ready, you'll need to keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for an entire month, from full moon to full moon. During this time, you mustn't swallow it or take it out, not even for a moment."
"I can do that."
"Good," Sirius said with a grin. "After the month is up, you'll spit the leaf into a vial and add it to the potion, along with a few other ingredients. Then, you'll need to recite the incantation and drink the potion under the light of the full moon."
"And then I'll transform?"
Sirius nodded. "Yes, but the first transformation can be unpredictable. It might take some time to gain control over your Animagus form. That's why it's important to have someone experienced with you during the process. That’s why you won’t be attempting the potion until you’re home, so we can take safety measures"
Sirius clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Harry. Becoming an Animagus is no small feat, but I know you can do it. Now, let’s go get those ingredients.”
October 31, 2012
Harry sat at the Ravenclaw table, his eyes fixed on the Goblet of Fire as it prepared to announce the champions for the Triwizard Tournament.
The Goblet flared up, and a piece of parchment shot out. Dumbledore caught it and read aloud, "Viktor Krum!" The Durmstrang students erupted in cheers as Krum stood up and made his way to the front.
Next, the Goblet flared again, and another piece of parchment flew out. "Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced. The Hufflepuff table cheered loudly, and Cedric, looking both proud and nervous, walked up to join Viktor.
The Goblet flared a third time, and Dumbledore caught the parchment. "Fleur Delacour!" he called out. The Beauxbatons students cheered as Fleur gracefully stood and made her way to the front.
Just as everyone thought the selection was over, the Goblet flared one more time, and a fourth piece of parchment shot out. Dumbledore caught it, his eyes widening in surprise as he read the name. "Harry Potter!"
The entire hall fell silent, and all eyes turned to Harry. He felt his heart drop as he processed what just happened. "What the bloody fucking hell?!" he exclaimed, followed by several muggle and magical curses in a couple of different languages. Professor Sprout looked like she was about to faint, her hand clutching her chest. Meanwhile, Fred and George Weasley were beaming, impressed by Harry's colorful language.
Harry stood up, feeling the weight of everyone's stares. He made his way to the front.
November 24, 2012
Harry walked out of the tent, his heart pounding in his chest as the crowd erupted into cheers. He scanned the arena and spotted the dragon standing protectively by the nest where the golden egg lay. The sight of the dragon made Harry's stomach churn
"I'm going to die now," Harry whimpered to himself.
Without warning, the dragon shot a stream of flames in Harry's direction. He barely managed to dive out of the way, feeling the scorching heat as the flames burned the ground where he had just been standing. Harry's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan.
Desperately, he pointed his wand at a cluster of rocks and transformed them into various animals— sheep, wolves and some deer. The animals scattered, drawing the dragon's attention. The dragon turned its focus to scorching the animals, giving Harry a moment to breathe.
Harry took a deep breath and sprinted towards the nest, his heart pounding in his ears. He dodged another burst of flames and narrowly avoided the dragon's massive tail as it swung towards him.
Harry pointed his wand and conjured several doppelgangers of himself. The duplicates scattered, running around the arena and drawing the dragon's attention. The dragon roared in fury, scorching each doppelganger one by one, its rage growing with each passing moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Harry sprinted towards the nest, his heart pounding in his ears. He dodged another burst of flames and narrowly avoided the dragon's massive tail as it swung towards him again.
With one final leap, Harry reached the nest and grabbed the golden egg. The dragon, realizing it had been tricked, roared in frustration, but it was too late. Harry clutched the egg tightly and ran towards safety, the crowd erupting into cheers once more.
December 8, 2012
Harry sat by the lake, the golden egg resting in his lap as he stared out at the lake, wondering how he was supposed to find something in the lake. Lost in thought, he was startled by a voice behind him.
"Mind if I join you?"
Harry turned to see a red-headed girl with greenish-brown eyes standing nearby. She looked to be about a year older than him, with olive skin that glowed in the afternoon light. Harry felt his heart skip a beat.
"Sure," he said, indicating a spot next to him.
The girl sat down beside him, her eyes briefly glancing at the golden egg before meeting Harry's gaze. "I haven't seen you around here. Are you from Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?" Harry asked, .
"No, I'm visiting a cousin here. I go to a school in Romania," she told him, her voice carrying an accent he hadn’t heard before.
Harry nodded, "Harry Potter," he said, extending his hand.
The girl took his hand with a warm smile. "Wanda Maximoff."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Harry found himself feeling surprisingly at ease in Wanda's presence.
December 25, 2012
Harry stood nervously at the edge of the dance floor, glancing around at the other champions and their partners. He knew he wasn't the greatest dancer compared to the others, but he was determined to make the best of it.
Taking a deep breath, Harry turned to Wanda, who he thought looked beautiful in her dress. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering his hand.
Wanda smiled and took his hand. "I'd love to."
As they made their way to the dance floor, Harry looked at the other champions. Roger Davies was gracefully with Fleur Delacour.. Hermione was with Krum, Hermione looking surprisingly comfortable in his arms. Cedric Diggory was dancing with Cho.
Harry had always been unsure of his feelings for Cho, but he pushed that thought aside as he focused on Wanda.
The music started, and Harry led Wanda into the dance. They moved together, finding a rhythm that worked for them.
"You’re doing great," Wanda whispered, looking amused
Harry chuckled. "Thanks. I was worried I'd step on your toes."
Wanda laughed softly. "You're doing just fine, Harry."
As they danced, Harry found himself enjoying the moment. The worries and pressures of the tournament faded away, replaced by the simple joy of being with Wanda.
Around them, the other couples continued to dance, but Harry's focus remained on Wanda. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace and happiness. The Yule Ball was turning out to be a night to remember.
January 1, 2013
Wanda glanced at Harry, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Harry, there's something I want to show you," she said softly.
Harry looked at her curiously. "What is it?"
Wanda held out her hand, and a red mist began to swirl around her fingers. "My magic is different from yours," she explained. "It's something I was born with, and it's not like the magic taught at Hogwarts."
Harry watched as the red mist danced around Wanda's fingers. She turned her attention to a nearby dead tree, its branches bare and lifeless. With a gentle wave of her hand, the red mist enveloped the tree, and within moments, it began to transform. Leaves sprouted from the branches, and the tree came to life
Harry's eyes widened. "That's incredible," he whispered. "I've never seen magic like that before."
Wanda smiled. "It's called chaos magic. It's powerful, but it can be unpredictable. I've spent years learning to control it."
Harry reached out and gently touched one of the newly grown leaves. "This is amazing, Wanda. Thank you for sharing this with me."
Wanda grabbed his hand. "I wanted you to know, Harry. I feel a connection with you, and I want to be honest about who I am."
Harry felt a warm feeling in his chest. "I feel the same way. Thank you for trusting me."
February 24, 2013
Harry stood with the other champions, waiting for the announcement of the second task.The crowd quited as Dumbledore stepped onto a platform, flanked by several Ministry officials and judges. However, what caught Harry's and several others' eyes was the man and woman standing beside Dumbledore.
The man was dressed in an orange shirt and green pants, holding a trident in his hands. The woman beside him was equally striking, with long, flowing hair and a regal demeanor.
Bartemius Crouch stepped forward and addressed the champions. "King Orin here has graciously agreed to allow several Atlanteans to guard the objective for this task," he announced, gesturing to the man with the trident.
The four contestants exchanged glances, their eyes drawn to the blonde Atlantean as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Harry glanced at the other champions—Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor—who all seemed equally intrigued and wary.
King Orin stepped forward, his voice carrying across the platform. "The objective for this task is hidden beneath the lake, guarded by my people. You will need to retrieve it and return to the surface. Be prepared for the challenges that lie ahead."
Harry swam deeper into the lake, the gills on the side of his neck keeping him from drowning. He spotted a small building ahead, distinctively identifying it as an Atlantean outpost. He figured it had been set up specifically for the task. As he navigated through the building, Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw Wanda floating unconscious beside several other people. His eyes quickly scanned the area, taking in the sight of Hermione, Cho, and a little girl also floating unconscious in the water.
A dark-skinned teen, a few years older than Harry, appeared before him, conjuring two water whips that crackled with energy. "You are only allowed to take one person," the teen informed him, his voice echoing through the water.
Harry's mind raced as he glanced at the others. Cedric and Krum arrived moments later, quickly taking Cho and Hermione to the surface. But Fleur was nowhere to be seen, and the minutes ticked by with no sign of her.
Determined to save both Wanda and the little girl, Harry made up his mind. He pointed his wand and fired a spell that coated the area in a thick blackness, as if an octopus had sprayed ink. The Atlanteans were momentarily blinded, giving Harry the oppurtunity he needed.
He swam swiftly to Wanda and the little girl, freeing them from their restraints. With a firm grip on both of them, Harry kicked towards the surface. The blackness was cleared, and he could hear the shouts of the Atlanteans behind him.
Breaking through the surface of the lake, Harry gasped for air, pulling Wanda and the little girl with him. The crowd erupted into cheers as he made his way to the shore, where medics quickly took over, ensuring the safety of the rescued hostages.
As Harry caught his breath on the shore, he noticed King Orin approaching him, a curious expression on his face. The Atlantean king studied Harry for a moment before speaking.
"Richard?" King Orin said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Harry blinked, taken aback. "I'm sorry, but my name is Harry," he replied.
King Orin's eyes widened slightly "My apologies, young man. You look remarkably like the child of a coworker of mine. I must have mistaken you for him."
Harry nodded. "It's alright," he said, watching as King Orin turned to walk away with his wife.
As they walked away, Harry overheard the woman say softly, "He does look like a younger version of Bruce."
Harry's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his birth father's name. He couldn't help but wonder about the connection and the resemblance that had caught King Orin's attention. The encounter left him with more questions than before.
June 25, 2013
Harry lay in the hospital wing , surrounded by a group of adults. Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and several other professors were present, along with Cornelius Fudge, Sirius and Remus.
Taking a deep breath, Harry began his tale. "It all started in the maze. Everything seemed normal at first, but then I saw Krum attack Fluer. He was acting strangely, and I realized he was under the Imperius Curse. He attacked Cedric and me, but we managed to stun him."
"We continued through the maze, and eventually, Cedric and I reached the Triwizard Cup at the same time. We decided to take it together, but when we touched it, it turned out to be a Portkey. It transported us to a graveyard."
Fudge's eyes widened in disbelief, but he remained silent as Harry continued.
"When we arrived, we were ambushed by Bellatrix Lestrange. She… she killed Cedric," Harry said, his voice breaking slightly. "I couldn't do anything to stop her."
"Then,she used a ritual to bring Voldmeort back," Harry said, his voice trembling. "He used my blood to resurrect himself. I saw him come back to life, and he summoned his Death Eaters."
The room fell silent, the weight of Harry's words hanging heavily in the air. Fudge looked pale, his hands trembling slightly.
"I managed to escape," Harry continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I grabbed the Portkey and returned to Hogwarts. But Voldemort is back. He's alive, and he's gathering his followers."
Fudge shook his head in denial. "This can't be true. Voldemort can't be back. It's impossible."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed with determination. "We must prepare for the worst, Cornelius. Voldemort's return is a grave threat, and we cannot afford to ignore it."
Fudge took a deep breath, pale and his trembling slightly. He turned to Dumbledore, his voice unsteady. "What do we need to do, Albus?"
"First, we must alert the wizarding community to the threat. The Ministry needs to take immediate action to prepare for Voldemort's return. We must strengthen our defenses and increase security measures."
Fudge nodded, still looking shaken. "And what about the Death Eaters? If they're gathering again, we need to find them and stop them."
"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed. "We must work together to identify and apprehend any known Death Eaters."
Fudge took another deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I'll call an emergency meeting at the Ministry. We'll mobilize our forces and do everything we can to prepare."
June 27, 2013
Hermione sat at her desk in the Gryffindor common room, a letter in front of her. Harry had confided in her and Ron about the truth of his parentage, revealing that his birth parents were Bruce and Antonia Wayne. Hermione knew that Harry would need all the support he could get, and she was determined to help him in any way she could.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione picked up her quill and began to write.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wayne…