The reveal
Toni was in her lab, focused on her work at her desk. Peter was curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully in her lap. She unconsciously ran her fingers through his hair with one hand while typing away with the other.
Suddenly, Jarvis's voice broke the calm. "Ma'am, I don't mean to bother you, but it's urgent. Code Alpha."
Toni's heart skipped a beat. Code Alpha was the alert for any hint of Harry being discovered. She gently scooped Peter up, cradling him against her shoulder as she stood. "Play it, Jarvis," she ordered, her voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling inside her.
Jarvis began to read the letter aloud:
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wayne,
My name is Hermione Granger, and I am a friend of Harry Potter. Recently, Harry learned through a DNA test that he is your biological son. He has gone through a traumatic experience recently, where he witnessed the murder of a classmate right in front of him.
Harry is a wonderful person, but he is struggling with the weight of this revelation and the trauma he has endured. He is terrified of being rejected by his birth parents, and I am reaching out to you because he needs more people who care about him in his life.
If you care about Harry even a tiny bit, please come to England. He needs you now more than ever.
Sincerely, Hermione Granger"
Toni's eyes filled with tears as she listened to the letter. She held Peter closer, her mind racing with thoughts of Harry. The fear of rejection, the trauma he had endured—it all weighed heavily on her heart. She knew she had to act.
"Jarvis, keep checking the DNA test that Hermione girl mentioned in the letter until you are completely sure Harry is our long-lost son without even a small margin of error," Toni ordered,. She kissed Peter's forehead, whispering, "We're going to find your brother, Peter. We're going to bring him home."
Toni grabbed her phone off a table in the corner, adjusting Peter on her hip. She quickly dialed Bruce's number, her fingers trembling slightly. When he answered, she didn't waste any time.
"Bruce, you need to get back to the manor as soon as possible. It's an emergency," Toni said in a rush.
Toni could hear the alarm and concern in her husband’s voice over the phone. "What's going on, Toni?"
Before she could respond, Jarvis spoke up once more. "Ma'am, I have run the DNA test over and over again, eliminating any possible flaws and mistakes. I can vouch that the test is real. The boy is you and Master Wayne's firstborn. Shall I order a jet prepped for a trip to England?"
Toni's breath caught in her throat. She looked down at Peter, who was still sleeping peacefully in her arms, and then back at the screen displaying the DNA results. "Yes, Jarvis. Prepare the jet immediately," she said, barely recognizing her voice cracked. Turning her attention back to Bruce, she took a deep breath. "Bruce, it's Harry. Our Harry. He's alive, and he got into some kind of trouble. We're going to England. We’re bringing our son home."
There was a moment of silence on the other end “I’ll be there in five.” before Bruce hung up.
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
Toni and Bruce sat in their private jet, the hum of the engines filling the cabin as they soared towards England. Bruce was focused, his mind racing with thoughts of Harry. He turned to the onboard computer and issued a command.
"Jarvis, go over any records you can find on a 'Harry Potter.' We need to know everything," Bruce ordered.
Jarvis's voice responded promptly. "Of course, Master Wayne. I have found records indicating that Harry Potter lived at Number 4, Privet Drive, with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Initially, the boy had high grades, but after a week of not appearing at school, his grades dropped significantly and did not surpass his cousin's grades, which were quite poor."
Toni's eyes narrowed as she listened, Bruce's jaw tightened, his instincts kicking in.
Jarvis continued, "The cousin, Dudley Dursley, has a record of bullying and fighting and is heavily suspected of being involved in a possible gang. It seems Harry dropped off the record completely once he reached eleven, only appearing during the summer and disappearing completely two summers ago after an incident. Most teachers described Harry as a kind but quiet boy who frequently got into trouble at school. One teacher claimed he somehow turned her hair blue, and the principal mentioned an incident where Harry climbed onto the roof of the school building."
Bruce exchanged a glance with Toni, both of them feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "What incident?" Bruce asked.
Jarvis replied, "It appears that Harry and Vernon's sister, Marge Dursley, had an argument. Harry left the house and was not seen again after disappearing at a park."
Bruce reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently when he saw the look on his wife’s face.
Number 4 Privet Drive
Toni and Bruce stood on the lawn of Number 4, Privet Drive clad in their gear. The more they had heard about the Dursleys, the less they liked them and doubted they would listen to two American billionaires from the worst city in the world. Bruce knocked on the door, which opened to reveal a thin-necked woman standing there, startled and horrified to see them.
"What do you want?" she demanded, looking around the street nervously.
"Mrs. Dursley, we're here to talk about your nephew Harry," Bruce said.
The door was slammed in their faces a moment later. Toni slammed her fist against the door, careful not to break it. "GO AWAY, THAT FREAK ISN'T HERE! WE WASHED OUR HANDS OF THAT TRASH LONG AGO! NOW LEAVE OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" a man's voice roared from inside the house.
Both Toni and Bruce's faces darkened at the words. Toni turned to her husband, who nodded. Toni tore the door off its hinges, the door crashing into the lawn in several pieces. They noticed the neighbors watching the commotion, but neither cared.
Bruce stormed into the house with Toni right behind him. Vernon Dursley, a large man with a red face, stood in the hallway, brandishing a knife. Bruce easily knocked the knife out of his hand and lifted him up by his collar.
"I'm going to only ask this one more time: where is the boy?" Bruce demanded, practically snarling at the terrified man.
Vernon's eyes widened in fear as he stammered, "H-he's not here! He hasn't been here for years! I swear!"
Toni stepped forward, her faceplate glaring at the man. "If you're lying, you'll regret it. Now, tell us everything you know about where Harry might be."
Vernon, shaking with fear, nodded frantically. "He left two summers ago after an argument with my sister. We haven't seen him since. He disappeared at a park, and we haven't heard from him until he said he was going to live with his Godfather!"
The couple exchanged a glance, Bruce dropping the man to the floor. "If we find out you're hiding anything, we'll be back," Bruce warned, the two walking out the door..
Bruce and Toni prepared to head to the town's police station when, Toni's gauntlet beeped, signaling a notification. She glanced at it, and a hologram appeared in the air, a robotic face filling the screen.
"Jarvis, what is it?" Toni asked.
"Ma'am, I have intercepted a broadcast that is being transmitted to every television and news station in the world," Jarvis replied.
Grimmauld’s Place
Harry paced back and forth in the living room, face flushed with anger. Hermione had just told him that she had contacted the Waynes behind his back a few days ago.
"Hermione, you had no right to do that!" Harry yelled. "You went behind my back and contacted them without even telling me!"
Hermione looked nervously to Harry and then to Ron who was standing in a corner. "Harry, I was worried about you. After everything that happened in the Triwizard Tournament, with Cedric's murder and You-Know-Who's resurrection, I couldn't just sit by and do nothing."
Harry's anger flared even more. "But you should have talked to me first! This is my life, Hermione! You had no right to make that decision for me!"
Hermione's eyes filled with tears "I know, Harry. And I'm sorry if I overstepped. But I couldn't bear to see you go through all of this alone. You deserve to have people who care about you, who can support you through this."
Harry threw his hands up in exasperation. "I need to clear my head," he muttered, grabbing his coat. "And I need to do it without anyone else."
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Harry, wait!" Hermione called after him, but he was already gone.
Ron put a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Let him cool off, Hermione. He just needs some time to process everything."
Hermione sighed, her worry evident. "I just hope he understands why I did it."
Ron nodded. "He will. Just give him some space."
An hour later, Harry stood by a pond, aggressively skipping stones across the water's surface. Each stone he threw seemed to carry a piece of his frustration and anger. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but the sting of betrayal still lingered.
He knew Hermione had meant well, but it didn't make the situation any easier to accept. The thought of his birth parents being contacted without his knowledge felt like a violation of his trust. And then there was the fear—what if the Waynes came all this way just to tell him they wanted nothing to do with him? What if they thought he was a worthless freak, just like his aunt and uncle always told him?
Harry's mind raced with these thoughts, each one more painful than the last. He threw another stone, watching it skip across the water before sinking out of sight. The uncertainty of the situation gnawed at him, making it hard to find any sense of peace.
Harry sat down against a tree, pulling his knees to his chest. He stifled a sob, his emotions overwhelming him. The fear of rejection gnawed at his heart, and he couldn't shake the thought that his birth parents might hate him. What if they confirmed everything his aunt and uncle had always yelled in his face? That he was a worthless freak who didn't deserve anything?
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the possibility. He didn't know what he would do if even his birth parents rejected him. The pain of that rejection would be unbearable, and it would confirm all the cruel words that had been hurled at him throughout his childhood.
Harry took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself. He felt so lost and alone, unsure of what the future held. The weight of his fears pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He wished he could find some reassurance, some sign that things would be okay.
As he sat there, the world around him seemed to blur, his thoughts consumed by the fear of what might come. He didn't know how he would face the Waynes, or what he would do if they didn't want him. All he could do was hope that, somehow, things would turn out better than he feared.
Harry stumbled into a small Muggle restaurant sometime later, his stomach grumbling loudly. He used the leftover money his aunt and uncle had sent him during his first year at Hogwarts for Christmas to pay for his meal. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the food in front of him, but his appetite was nearly nonexistent.
Suddenly, the TV in the corner of the restaurant switched to a different channel. A robotic face filled the screen, its voice cold and mechanical. "Don't be fooled. Magicals walk among you and steal your memories to stay hidden. And your governments know about it. They took your land, your children, and they lie about it. They even look down on you."
Harry's heart skipped a beat as an image of the Earth appeared on the screen. But this map was different—it showed more land masses, indicating the locations of magical towns, villages, and areas. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. This broadcast was revealing the hidden magical world to Muggles.
The restaurant fell silent as everyone stared at the screen, confusion and fear evident on their faces. Harry's mind raced. This revelation could have catastrophic consequences for the magical community. He needed to get back to Grimmauld’s place and warn the others, he just knew this was far more consequential than the former Dark Lord coming back and continuing his reign of terror.
Harry took off out of the door at a full sprint, not knowing that two blocks away his birth parents were watching the same screen.