Never Return

When Damian opened the door, Harry hugged him. Eyes widened, Damian blushed a bit. He didn't expected to be hugged. Usually he would just begrudgingly let people hug him like Richard, but since this was Harry, Damian didn't mind. Damian looked down as he saw Harry crying on his chest. Right away, Damian cupped Harry's face, gently lifting Harry to look at him. Damian's chest shattered a million pieces as he saw Harry in distress. Something really did happened.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Damian asked.

Harry shook his head. "I don't know. I-I saw something, but it felt so real."

Damian frowned. "Like a dream?"

"I thought it was, but it felt so real. Like as if it actually happened."

"What happened?"

Harry sniffed. "I-I saw everything through Voldemort's eyes. I don't know how, but I did. Snape turned out to be a Death Eater and he was torturing my cousin, Bernard."

Bernard...as in Bernard Dowd? Damian thought. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Dowd looked like a blonde Harry without glasses. Wait...if this is the Dowd that Harry was talking about...does that mean Timothy knew Dowd was a wizard and already knew who Harry was. The more Damian thought about it, more pieces were coming in together. It made sense now why Timothy was at the cafe.

"Bernard?" Damian questioned. "As in Bernard Dowd?"

Harry slowly nodded. "Y-Yeah. You know my cousin?"

"Harry, he's - "

"My boyfriend," a voice spoke.

Damian and Harry turned and behind them, at the door, Timothy and Black was there. Both had a large cup of coffee in their hands. The two looked tired as if they had stayed up all night to do something. However, Timothy looked a bit worried and Sirius looked a bit alarm that Harry was at Wayne Manor. Damian thought that Timothy was at patrol with the others, but instead he was hanging out with Harry's godfather.

"What is all the noise going on here?" a familiar voice spoke.

Both Damian's and Timothy's eyes widened as Pennyworth walked to the front door. He stopped and his eyes widened as they landed on Harry and Sirius. Both wizards were shocked to see him as well. Black was gaping and was pointing at Pennyworth.

"Holy Merlin, you're Alfred Pennyworth!" Black gasped. "The third youngest seeker in the century. You're the seeker of the Ballycastle Bats! I'm a huge fan!"

"Bloody hell, you're one of the best healers in the wizarding world!" Harry exclaimed. "I read all of your work and it's very revolutionizing!"

"What?" Both Damian and Timothy said at once.

Damian tried to process what the two just said and even Timothy himself was trying to process it as well. Pennyworth...is a wizard? Since when? The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Pennyworth seemed to know everything about Poison Ivy's plants and when Damian was reading the Herbology textbook, the names of those said plants were familiar to him. He just thought they were normal plants. Then he remembered Scarecrow's fear toxin and how Pennyworth knew how to make it. He just thought Pennyworth did some tests on the gas, but now he thought about it...Pennyworth did had a cauldron on him at that time, but he thought it was because he ran out of pots to put into at the time...oh my god, did no one questioned Pennyworth?

"Did you know?" Damian asked.

Timothy shook his head. "No, I didn't...I think Bernard knew."

"Of course Bernard would've known!" Black said. "Mister Pennyworth is world famous! Took on almost every single job in the wizarding world, became the best, but he always quit after a year or two! Also he's the one who made the most simplest spells, advance!"

"Only the seventh and sixth years have his textbooks!" Harry added. "Hermione is also a huge fan too!"

Then Damian and Timothy turned to Pennyworth, waiting for an answer. Never in his life, Damian would actually agree silently with Timothy about one thing. Pennyworth blinked a few times and let out a heavy defeated sighed. It looked like the secret was out and there was no way of getting out of it. However, Damian noticed a look of concern and worry on his grandfather's face.

"I'll prepare some tea and biscuits," Pennyworth said. "Then, we'll talk." he turned to Harry and Black. "It's an honor to meet you two, especially you, Mister Harry. You had kept Master Damian up all night every time you two talk on the phone."

How did he...oh forget it, Damian thought. Then Damian realized he was still holding Harry. Quickly, Damian lets go and cleared his throat. He could feel his cheeks heating up a bit. Timothy had a brow raised, Alfred didn't say anything, and Black had his arms crossed. Harry, on the other hand didn't seem to noticed, but Damian noticed Harry's cheeks were a bit pink.

"O-Oh, sorry," Harry stammered.

Pennyworth chuckled. "Not to worry, lad. Now, come along. All of you."

The four of them followed Pennyworth to the living room. Damian sat with Harry, Black sat on a seat next to Harry, and Timothy sat on the couch. Pennyworth took out a wand from his sleeve and flicked it. At once some cookies, tea, and hot chocolate appeared. Damian and Timothy's mouth dropped, while Harry was amazed and Sirius wasn't phase as if it was normal.

"So..." Timothy finally said. "You were always a wizard?"

Pennyworth nodded. "Since I could remember. I'm a muggle born or no-maj born as the American wizard would call. Both of my parents were muggles. I was to Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw. The sorting hat was thinking about me being in Slytherin, but my thirst for knowledge outweigh my thirst for ambition. I played in the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team as a seeker, got petrified when the monster at Hogwarts was roaming around, and graduated from Hogwarts. Took many jobs here and there. Like Mister Sirius said, I never stayed in one place that long, but I am mainly a healer. My wife is a witch and my daughter is a witch too. After that my father died and I took the job here in Gotham."

"Why you never said anything, Pennyworth?" Damian asked.

"Statue of Secrecy," Pennyworth simply answered. "Also it was how I was raised in the wizarding world. Fearing not to do any magic in front of muggles, aside from my parents. I never really dwelled on MACUSA that much. I had no idea they were very lenient with magic in front of muggles until Master Tim started dating Mister Bernard. However, Master Damian, Master Tim, both of you must know that wizarding children - no matter which country they were from - learned from a young age that they cannot do magic in front of muggles. It's ingrain in our minds ever since and fearing if we do something like that. After all, we feared another Witch Trail."

"Also, you can't forget about not doing magic outside of school," Black added. "before wizarding children go to school, they do accidental magic, which is common, even for muggleborns. Of course when they get accepted, it's different since doing magic outside - even if you accidently do it in front of a muggle, you can get expelled and have your wand snap. Adult wizards are different since they don't have a school restriction and some adult wizards think they're better than muggles and would do magic in front of them. Depending on how serious the magic was, they could get away from it."

Pennyworth nodded. "That and I feared that I'll be kicked out from Gotham. After all I never told any of you. I was afraid for all of you to think I never trust you with this side of me."

"But it's a good reason," Timothy pointed out. "You and Bernard were born into a community to hide your magic that taught you all of this! I never blamed Bernard for not telling me in the first place and I am not going to blame you either."

"Indeed," Damian agreed. "Father would had to be an idiot to kick you out. Without you, Father's hopeless."

Timothy was about to say something, but he shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, he is."

Harry held up a hand. "Um...Mister Pennyworth -"

"Alfred is fine, lad," Pennyworth said.

"Alfred...you said you were petrified when the Chamber of Secrets was open?" Harry questioned.

Pennyworth frowned. "Yes, did it opened again?"

"Two years ago it did and the person behind it was Voldemort," Harry explained. "or what he was formally called...Tom Marvolo Riddle."

It was like a pin dropped. Pennyworth's eyes widened. His expression changed from a mixture of confusion, anger, and shock. Damian couldn't tell what his grandfather was thinking. There was so many emotions Pennyworth was thinking. He took a quick glance at Timothy who was trying to figure it out as well. However, Black looked surprised that Voldemort has a normal sounding name.

"I'm going to find my shotgun," Pennyworth finally said.

"But you can do magic - oh never mind," Timothy sighed. "Look, I understand you wanted to go kill a former classmate - "

"Upperclassman," Pennyworth corrected. "Riddle was a couple years older than me."

"For now, I need to call Bernard. I need to check to see if he's okay. You wizards can discuss on trying to kill Voldemort later."

Timothy took out his phone and dialed Dowd's number. From the sound, Damian could tell Timothy was going to use facetime. Harry, Black, and Pennyworth looked over Timothy's shoulder and Damian couldn't help and do the same as well. As the phone picked up, everyone's eyes widened. Dowd looked like he had gotten into a fight. He was bruised all over and his wounds still look fresh. His hair was black and he was using his hoodie to hide his face. Damian could see the resemblance to Harry. Although the shade of black hair does matches Black's hair. On the corner of Timothy's phone, on Dowd's end only showed Timothy, because not all of them could fit on that tiny rectangle.

"Hey, Timmy," Dowd voice spoke. "I-I can't talk right now. I'm at the airport."

Timothy raised a brow. "Considering the fact that you are trying to hide your face, your hair is back into it's natural hair color, and you looked like you gotten into a fight, you really did got kidnapped by wizard Hitler, huh?"

Then there was silence, except for the background noise. The silence was speaking for itself. That meant what Harry saw actually happened. He had a vision, then. Since that's the case...how? Damian knew Harry was somehow connected to Voldemort because Harry was told he had Voldemort's ability to talk to snakes. Could this be related?

"How did you know?" Dowd finally asked.

"A little stag told me," Timothy answered.

"Harry's really here?!" Dowd exclaimed. "Even Uncle Sirius? Show them to me."

Timothy pulled the phone away form him as the tiny screen on Dowd's end revealed all of them were there. Bernard blinked a few times. He looked taken aback that everyone was already here. His eyes landed on Pennyworth and he let out a sigh. It was like as if he already knew Pennyworth was a wizard. Damian wouldn't be surprised if Dowd was told not to tell as well.

"Harry!" Dowd let out a sigh of relief. "I can't believe it! You've grown! You really do look like Aunt Lily, with Uncle James's hair."

Harry blinked a few times. "No one never said that to me before. They always said I look like my dad with my mum's eyes. It's getting annoying."

Dowd smiled. "I bet." then he turned to Sirius. "Uncle Sirius, it's good to see you again! It's been so long. Merlin, Azkaban didn't treat you right."

Black chuckled. "Hi, Bern. It's good to see you too. You're looking like a fine young man!"

Dowd smiled. "Thanks." then he looked at Harry as his face turned serious. "I'm coming back home soon. I just have to stop by at MACUSA and then I'll be in Gotham on Wednesday...probably earlier. How did you know what happened to me, Harry?"

"I saw it through my dreams," Harry explained. "It's hard to explain, but I saw everything through Voldemort's eyes and how he was torturing you. Also he's sending Snape here!"

"What?!" both Dowd and Black shouted.

Damian knew of the potions teacher because of Harry. Very unethical teaching. If this man had taught in a normal non magical school, a teacher like Snape would be fired right away. No one shouldn't dealt with a teacher like Snape. It's even worst that Damian now found out that Snape was one of those Death Eaters. Damian swore his list of wanting to punch people was increasing by the second. Any more people and there's going to be a long list.

"This can't be good," Black said. "that means Dumbledore is sending Snape here as well. Both of them want Harry."

Harry frowned. "Wait...Snape is working for Dumbledore? I thought he was a Death Eater."

Black groaned. "He was a Death Eater, but changed sides and is working as a spy for Dumbledore. I know because he told me and the reason why he vouch for Snape and not me! Because of Dumbledore, he got me wrongfully convicted and sent me to Azkaban and took away twelve years of my life!"

"Now you escape from the place where you're wrongfully convicted and now wanted man," Dowd sighed. "I swear Grandma Dorea's side is so messed up. Anyway, Harry what else did you saw?"

"Well, he doesn't just want me, but you too," Harry pointed out. "Voldemort wants to use you to get me to join the Triwizard Tournament."

"Merlin! Seriously!" Dowd hissed. "If that's the case then Dumbledore wants me too then. Shit, I really hate the Potter luck."

"Join the club," Harry mumbled.

Damian pursed his lips. He knew everything that had happened to Harry and he really wanted to go into his Robin suit and beat the living shit of that headmaster. this just gets worst and worst for everyone. Even Timothy and Pennyworth looked like he wanted to be next in line to punch both Voldemort, Snape, and Dumbledore. Now Damian had more reasons to come back as Robin.

"Harry, you told me you saw everything through Voldemort's eyes," Dowd spoke up. "Can you tell me what was the effects?"

Harry winced. "I felt restless and in pain. My scar started to hurt too. It was really painful. It happened before too. Before the Quidditch World Cup. I was there when the Death Eaters attack and saw someone put up the Dark Mark."

Dowd pursed his lips. "I don't think Voldemort use legilimency on you. It's possible you can do it in long distance if you're skilled enough, but...as long as that person is in the same country. So I don't think that's the case or else Voldemort would figure out that you were in Gotham earlier. Although, Hermione did told me you had some of Voldemort's power. The reason why you can speak parseltongue, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Dowd sighed heavily. " You and Voldemort are somehow connected. I'm not sure if it's a curse related thing, but I can see what I can do. I never dealt with a curse that had two people connected and share a power, but what I do know that what I discovered my time in the UK is that I found some answers of what all of this happened when Aunt Lily and Uncle James died. I hate to keep it from you, but I think it's best to tell you when I meet you in person, Harry."

Harry nodded. "I understand. Bloody hell, I don't like to be kept in the dark, but I understand. Some things are best to be told in person than through the phone."

"Exactly."

Damian wondered what happened during Dowd's time in England, aside from getting kidnapped by Voldemort's followers. There seemed to be more to all of this and why every single year something bad happens to Harry. Whatever it was, Damian knew they needed to be prepared. He was sure that since Timothy was with Black, they were probably using his seven safehouses as an emergency for Harry.

"Should I still go back to my parents' safehouse?" Harry questioned.

"I think it's best to stay with people who know how to keep others out," Dowd answered. "I know Wayne Manor is a good place for your safety. Alfred's wards is stronger than mine and I'm sure it can keep Snape away. I'm sure Damian already told you about their vigilante cosplay -"

"Cosplay?!" Timothy raised a brow.

"and I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Wayne is aware of the wizarding world, but he doesn't know all of it. I just don't know if Mr. Wayne would let us, though."

"I will after I hear the whole situation," a voice spoke.

"AH!!!" Black screamed.

WHACK!

Suddenly, Black jumped and punched Father in the nose. Father grunted and everyone gasped. Even Dowd too. Behind Father was Richard, Jason, Duke, and Cassandra. Everyone froze. Damian saw Richard and Duke's eyes were on Harry. Eyes widened, Black covered his mouth and turned into a dog as he hid behind Harry's legs. Jason was laughing and Cassandra gaped, while Duke gasped with excitement, but Richard just smile...like as if it was normal. Father blinked a few times and groaned as he stared at Black as he process that a man turned into a dog. Then Black turned back and took the phone away from Timothy.

"Bernard, I can't go to a muggle prison!" Black said. "You need to bail me out!"

Dowd stared at him blankly. "Uncle Sirius, we came from one of the most prestigious wealthiest wizarding families in Britain. You have money! I'm positive you converted your money into no-maj money. Also, you can apparate yourself out. That's how my professors did it."

"That's different!" Black hissed. "They wanted to harm muggles. I never did in my life! I'm already a wrongfully convicted wanted man and I don't need to be a wanted man in the muggle world. I don't want to go to a muggle jail for accidently punching one of the most wealthiest - "

"Seventh wealthiest," Timothy corrected.

"Seventh wealthiest man in the world."

Dowd groaned. "Uncle Sirius you're rich."

"And?"

"You're rich!!!"

Damian raised a brow and smirked. He did found this amusing. However, he knew that it was a simple self defense and Father's presence does make people jump, so he was sure that Black would be forgiven...as long as Father get's his explanation and why he should allow Harry and Black to stay. However, even if Father does refuse, Damian would still try to make sure Harry was safe.

"How much did you heard, Master Bruce?" Pennyworth asked.

"When Tim called Bernard," Father crossed his arms and looked at them. "Can someone please explain to me what's going on?"

"That's Harry Potter!" Duke pointed. "He's a wizard and he's famous for surviving getting killed by You-Know-Who! He's The-Boy-Who-Lived!" he pointed to Black. "That's Sirius Black. He was sent to wizard prison for killing Peter Pettigrew and killing muggles, but the weird thing is that he has no trail."

Then everyone turned their heads to Duke. How in the world did he knew who Harry was without meeting him?! Damian was certain the two never met before. Was Duke related to a wizard or is he really is one?

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Black said. "but I'm glad a muggle noticed I never got a trail."

"How do you know about us?" Harry asked.

Duke smiled. "My cousin is your dormmate."

Harry gasped. "Oh! You're Duke Thomas! Dean's cousin! He talks about you a lot!"

Duke has a wizard cousin and is Harry's dormmate? Damian remembered that Harry told him about his dormmates and how only a couple of them don't believe him for putting his name in the Goblet of Fire. He didn't remembered their names, except for Ron Weasley because Harry mentioned that Weasley was his first friend.

Then Richard pointed to Black. "You're an animagus, right?"

Next it was everyone's turn to look at Richard. How does he know that term? Duke made a lot of sense since he has a family member who is a wizard. Richard, on the other hand...how does he know all of this? Damian knew he was raised in a circus...wait...did the circus had wizards there too?

Black slowly nodded. "You got that right, mate. How do you know? Aren't you a muggle?"

Richard chuckled. "I grew up in a circus. We had tons of squibs, wizards, half-giants, magical creatures, and no-majs."

"You're a squib?"

"My dad is a squib. The Romani wizarding community didn't like the Grayson family had a squib son, so my dad and my grandparents moved to America and after that the rest was history."

Now that was something Damian never knew. Everyone knew Richard's family moved to America and at the time they thought that Richard's grandparents just wanted a better life, but not in a million years Damian would think it was because Richard came from a magical family.

"You never bothered to tell us?!" Timothy exclaimed.

Richard sighed. "I thought it didn't matter."

"Can someone explained what's a squib, animagus, and...every wizard term mean?" Jason asked.

It didn't took long for Pennyworth to explain what the terms were and a quick short backstory of Pennyworth's life, which Damian's family was surprised that their father/grandfather figure was a wizard. Now Damian thought about it, they never questioned Pennyworth...like never questioned it at all. They always go along with it because no one questions Pennyworth.

"As much as I would like to keep talking, I have to go," Dowd said. "I'll be back pretty soon. As I before, I just need to stop by at MACUSA first. Timmy, Uncle Sirius, Harry, Damian, I want all of you to explain to everyone else what's going on. When I get back, I'll tell all of you what I discovered at my end. My parents and my grandparents should arrived around the same time as me. Uncle Sirius, I promise you, you're not going to get arrested for punching Mr. Wayne. You avoided the British no-majs police after all."

"That was different!" Black huffed. "James and I got pulled over for speeding."

"And you did use your motorcycle and flew away."

"Like I said that was different!"

"If it makes you feel better, I whack Timmy with my Ilvermorny A History textbook."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I smack Damian with my satchel when he was Robin!"

Jason laughed. "You did, what?!"

Duke pointed at Damian. "He didn't kill you?"

Harry frowned. "No? Why would he?"

Damian huffed and crossed his arms as the memory of Harry smacking him with a satchel came back in his mind. He couldn't help and flushed a bit. Damian forgot to tell Harry not to mention that, but he got distracted by wanting to know everything about the wizarding world and about Harry himself, that he forgot about that little incident. Damian could see why it was funny since the fourth Robin, with a sword got smacked with a satchel.

Dowd shook his head and turned to Harry. "Harry, since Snape is coming here and if he does get here before me, I think it's best for you to have a bodyguard at the time being. You can still do what you want as long as someone is with you. Merlin, I think a night watch might do."

"I'll do the night watch!" Damian said.

Harry looked at him. "Are you, Damian? It's going to be pretty lonely."

"I'm pretty good at being alone at night," Damian said.

Then there was silence and the only sound were the crickets chirping outside. Everyone turned to him. Damian's eyes widened as he realized what he just said. His face heated up. Shit, he thought. Why did he said that? Usually Damian was careful on what he said...unless he's insulting someone or being brutally honest. Black and Jason had their backs turned, shaking, possibly laughing. Pennyworth sighed, while Richard, Timothy, Duke, and Cassandra just stared at him with their mouths drop. Father was shaking his head, pinching his temples, and muttering something under his breath. Dowd looked like he wanted to kill him.

"H-Harry, I-I'm so s-sorry!" Damian stammered. "I-I didn't m-mean...th-that was - "

Harry chuckled and put a hand on Damian's shoulder. "It's okay, Damian. I know what you were trying to say. I would say things that didn't come out right. It's fine! No harm done!"

Damian let out a sigh and in the corner of his eyes, he could see his family just stared at Harry as if he grew another head. Jason muttered something to Cassandra and she nodded. Damian gave his siblings a glare, but they ignored him.

"Well, I really have to go," Dowd said. "By the way, Harry, good job on blowing up the Joker. I'll see you guys soon! Love you, Timmy! Bye!"

With that, Damian could hear Dowd turned off his phone. Timothy put his phone away, shaking his head a bit. Then everyone was met with silence again. Everyone turned to their heads to Harry. Jason seemed a bit giddy for some reason. Damian put a hand on Harry's shoulder, giving him a smile. In the corner of his eyes, he could see his family being very alarm, oddly enough. Damian knew Father would need to hear Harry's and Black's story first before Damian and Timothy told their sides, since it was the logical thing to do.

"So, you're the one who blew up the Joker?" Jason finally asked.

Harry nodded. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I just got mad! He hurt Damian and insulted me! I promise it - "

Before Harry could finish, Jason hugged him. He practically lifted Harry off of his feet, laughing and smiling. Harry yelped, looking at Damian with pleading eyes. Damian took a step as he was about to help Harry, but Jason put him down.

"You're my hero!" Jason exclaimed.

Harry blinked. "Huh?"

"You have no idea how I wanted that fucking bastard gone!" Jason said. "Not the blowing up I imagine, but it's close enough. He's not going to get deflated, right?"

"Since MACUSA - Magical Congress of the United States didn't do anything," Timothy crossed his arms. "I think they don't want to deal with him either, which I don't blame them. Besides, I'm no wizard, but the spell might be temporary and if it is, then it might take a while for the Joker to be deflated. If it's permanent, then I think it's best to put him in Arkham for now. He can't really do anything, except float. For now, we just need to help Harry, Sirius, and Bernard on their wizarding problems."

Black scoffed "Humph, more like all the suffering we've gone through."

"Then we need to start from the very beginning," Father said. "Also, please explain to Jason, Cass, and I about these wizarding terms. We are not well verse like the rest of you."

"You'll listen?" Harry asked.

Father raised a brow. "Why wouldn't I? Damian and Tim trust you two and I'm guessing that you two are related to Bernard in some ways. As much as I know that I never knew Bernard is a magical person, but since he is putting all of his time to help you and the fact that you're his family, we'll help too. Whoever this Voldemort is, could be a danger to both magical and non magical kind."

Black sighed. "Then I guess I should go first."

With that, Black explained his side of the story - before Harry was born. He told everyone about the First Wizarding War and how he grew up during the war. He even explained the goals of Lord Voldemort as well as the Order of the Phoenix - a secret organization group run by Dumbledore. Black told everyone the battles as well as the people he lost and those he had killed. Damian watched his Father as he kept a calm composure about the killing part. Usually Father would hate that, but since he's dealing with a secret magical society, it was best for him to keep quiet since he never lived there in this life.

Then Black got to the part of the Potter's wedding and the announcement of Lily's pregnancy. However, that change when Dumbledore told the Potters they had to hide because for some reason Voldemort was specifically after them. They hid and the Potters chose their good friend Pettigrew as their Secret Keeper. The reason why they chose Pettigrew was because Pettigrew was a weak wizard and Voldemort would never got after a weak wizard. Despite the war, Black was the one who made a secret meeting with James's close cousin, Charlotte Potter and her family. Black described it as being very easy because James and Lily tweaked the Fedelius Charm only allowed family members to see the house.

After that, Black got to the part where the Potters were noticing how Dumbledore was being suspicious. Of course Black told them at the time he thought they were being paranoid, but he did help them. He helped them to make a secret safehouse in Gotham to escape from and Black became the Secret Keeper of that house and Charlotte as the second when she opens the letter that James left for her.

Then he got to the part when the Potters attacked on Halloween night. Black discovered that Pettigrew betrayed them. Pettigrew was the Potter's Secret Keeper. He was able to get Harry out of the house, but his anger towards Pettigrew was too great that he handed Harry to Hagrid and chase Pettigrew - to kill him. However, that didn't turned out in his favor because Pettigrew killed at least thirteen muggles around Black, he cut is own finger cut off, turned into a rat, and ran away. After that Black was framed for selling the Potters to Voldemort because everyone thought he is the Secret Keeper. Black was sent to Azkaban without a trail and no one vouch for him. Black had to explain what Azkaban was and how it works.

"So that's what really happen!" Duke gasped.

Black nodded. "Indeed."

"And I thought our justice system was a fucking mess," Jason said.

"How long were you in that Azkaban?" Father asked.

"Twelve years," Sirius answered.

Father frowned. "How did you got out if no wizard has never gotten out?"

Black sighed. "I-I really don't know how. I just knew I was innocent. I would never betray James and Lily. I would rather die than betray them."

"Was it accidental magic?" Richard asked.

Black shrugged. "Could be? I don't know."

Damian clenched his fists. It was worst than he thought. How did no one noticed a magical war going on? He was sure their magic users knew of that said war, but since the wizarding community only allowed the Justice League to be aware of them, but don't interact, it made sense. They probably think that they don't understand the war.

"I think it's my turn to tell, now," Harry muttered.

Without a second thought, Damian placed a hand over Harry's. He gave his friend a small, but soft smile. Harry blinked a few times and nodded. Then Harry told his story. He explained how he was dropped on the Dursley's doorstep after his parents were murdered. He told everyone about his childhood, how he was treated, and how he never knew of his parents until he met Hagrid. Then Harry got to the topic of Hogwarts. First to Damian's family (minus Duke), it sounded like a nice school, until Harry got to the dangers he was put in. The first year, wasn't too bad, until he got to the second year, then third, and now the fourth where Harry has to be in a death tournament, despite the age limit.

"What the fuck," Jason exclaimed.

"This is so unethical!" Richard said.

"Hate the relatives," Cassandra muttered.

"It just keeps getting worst and worst by the year," Duke muttered. "I thought Dean was exaggerating, but no...he was right."

"I always never liked Dumbledore," Pennyworth said. "Now I have more reasons to not like him."

Damian couldn't help it and agreed with everyone. That was his reaction when Harry told him everything that had happened. A school was supposed to be a safe place for him, but instead it turned out like a death trap for him every time something happens and Harry has no control over it. It just made Damian angry. He hoped after - if they successfully take him out of that tournament, he hoped Harry would decide what he wanted to do for his education. Damian wouldn't mind if he and Harry go to the same school. Besides, Damian didn't like the other students anyway.

"As much as I agreed with everyone here," Father said. "What is Bernard handling over at Britain?"

"Legal matters," Timothy answered. "The best he handles that first, the better. He already got no-maj - normal people custody of Harry because of me. We just need magical custody for Sirius because at this moment, Dumbledore still has magical guardianship. Besides Bernard knows about wizard laws more since he works at MACUSA. Also he was sent there because of his job, so he has to multitask."

"What happened to the Dursleys?" Harry asked.

Timothy smirked. "Prison for child abuse, neglect, and everything under the sun. Dudley Dursley is in foster care and possibly going to a military school to work on his behavior. He is the product of what your aunt and uncle taught him."

The only thing Harry did was nod. Damian knew Harry was raised in an abusive household and those so call relatives put him a cupboard under the stairs. The thought about a young Harry enduring that just made him want to go to Britain, visit those relatives, and give him a piece of his mind.

"Bernard isn't going to get in trouble for doing his work and legal matters, right?" Harry questioned.

Timothy chuckled. "He won't. A curse-breaker will have a deadline if they are told, but since he doesn’t, Bernard can do what he wants as long as he gets the job done. Knowing Bernard, he does like to get things done. Beside, the goblins like Bernard and he’s on their good side, so you have nothing to worry about, Harry."

"So all we have to do is wait for Bernard to come back and make sure this Severus Snape doesn’t get, Harry?" Father asked.

Damian nodded. "Yes. Both of them, actually, but Dowd obviously wants to prioritize Harry’s safety. I will make sure that sorry excuse of a teacher won't get him!"

Pennyworth nodded. "My wards here are strong. It will keep out uninvited wizards and witches. The only reason Mister Harry, Mister Sirius, and Mister Bernard were able to get through was because they are invited guests - deemed as an ally and friend to Masters Timothy and Damian. I will also put extra wards on all of our safehouses and make some portkeys, in case if we need to flee."

Father nodded. "Do that as soon as possible." Then he turned to Harry and Black. "Is it okay you two stay here?"

"I don't mind," Harry said. "I get to see Damian all the time, now."

The thought of seeing Harry all the time, made Damian's chest soar. He could feel his lips wanting to stretch a smile, but he quickly took a cup of tea that Pennyworth already prepared and chug it! He even shoved a cookie in his mouth just in case. Okay, maybe I am getting sick, Damian thought.

"As long as someone is willingly to help guard Harry and let him do what he wants, I'm fine with it," Black crossed his arms. "Also, we do have a house elf at our safehouse. Let us talk to him."

"Dobby!" Harry called.

Then there was a cracking sound and everyone jumped. Dobby appeared right in front of them. The house elf was small and wore clean rags. The house elf's eyes lightened up as he saw Harry and Black, but then he became confused when he saw other people in the manor.

Harry crouch down. "Hey Dobby. We're going to stay with Damian's family for a bit. You can bring out clothes in the morning and Hedwig in the morning. Just put it in the living room. Keep the house clean too. Also if Snape, Dumbledore, or any Death Eaters do come to the safehouse, I want you to come here at Wayne Manor right away. Can you do that?"

Dobby nodded. "Yes, Master Harry! Dobby will always do as Master Harry said!"

Harry smiled. "Thank you Dobby. You're the best"

With that Dobby left. Everyone, except for Pennyworth, Richard, and Black were shock to see a house elf. Damian had already read about house elves because of Harry's textbooks, so he knew what they were. Then Harry took a cookie and ate it as his eyes lit up. Damian noticed there were crumbs near Harry's lip. Without a second thought, Damian brushed off the crumbs. Harry blinked a few times and Damian swore Harry's cheeks turned pink.

"S-Sorry," Damian muttered. "You had crumbs..."

"O-Oh, um...th-thank you," Harry glanced to the side.

"Hey, we're still here!" Jason said.

Bruce sighed and turned to Black and Harry. "Alfred will take you two to your rooms. I have a feeling you two don't need to worry about clothes."

Pennyworth chuckled. "Of course! I can just transfigured objects into other items! Come, along Mister Sirius, Mister Harry."

With that, Pennyworth escorted Harry and Black upstairs. Harry gave Damian a small wave and Damian returned the wave. Damian hoped Harry would be fine in the manor, since it's an unfamiliar place, but as long as Harry was safe, Damian could rest easy. Father let out a heavy sigh as he turned to Damian and Timothy. Damian glanced to the side, while Timothy just gave Father an uneasy smile.

"You're not going to kick them out of Gotham, right Father?" Damian questioned.

The thought of Harry being kicked out of Gotham just boggled his mind. If Father does do that, then Damian wouldn't hesitate to follow Harry. After all, Damian wanted to learn more about the magical world and get a magical pet.

"Of course not!" Father glared at him with an offended tone. "Neither is Alfred. I just had no idea all of this was going on under our noses. But..." he looked at Damian and Timothy. "I am proud you two took charge and tried to help out."

"Even when we told them our secret?" Timothy frowned.

Father chuckled. "From what I can see, they told their secret and in return you two told ours. I do believe it is fair, since the wizarding community had to hide their magic for so long. Not only that, but we're not the only ones in the family that is very aware of the wizarding community."

Everyone turned as they looked at Richard and Duke. The two just chuckled. Father shook his head as if he was wondering how many secrets were his children keeping from him.

"Do you think Sirius would make us a flying motorcycle if we asked?" Jason asked.

"I would like one!" Duke gasped.

Cassandra nodded. "Me too!"

"Me three!" Richard shouted.

"Do you think he can make a Batmobile fly too?" Timothy questioned.

At once, Damian's older siblings talked about having a flying vehicle and how helpful it would be on their missions and everything else, which Damian understood how helpful that would be. Then Damian felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw his father was giving him a smile.

"So...Harry, huh?" Father asked.

Damian frowned. "Um...yeah? Harry's my friend."

Cassandra groaned. "Oh god."

"Tsk, tsk, oh Little D," Richard shook his head.

"What the K-drama is this?!" Jason exclaimed, while Duke nodded and said. "I hope it doesn't drag on."

"And I thought I was stupid," Timothy said.

"I'm not getting any grandchildren, aren't I?" Father sighed.

Damian raised a brow. "Okay, what is everyone talking about?!"

Father patted his shoulder. "Just go to bed, Damian. We have a long day in the morning."

With that, Damian did as he was told. He went upstairs and just as he was about to go to his room, he stopped. He should at least say goodnight to Harry. After all, Harry is his guest. Damian went down the hall, where the guest room was. The manor had tones of guest room, but they never use all of it. Only the ones that they mainly use. Besides, if they had a party of guests, then that'll be a different story. When Damian got to the guest room, he knocked. The door opened and Harry was wide awake. He was wearing silver silk pajamas with golden buttons.

"Couldn't sleep?" Damian guessed.

Harry nodded. "Yeah..."

"Can I come in?"

"Of course!"

Harry opened the door wide enough as Damian stepped inside. The guest room was like any other guest room. A bed, a chandelier, and a bathroom. Harry walked over to the bed and laid down, staring at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh and turned his head away.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess," Harry apologized.

Damian looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

Harry pursed his lips. "It's just that, you're a muggle and you can get hurt. What if something happens and it's my fault for not protecting you? I'm supposed to be this savior everyone wanted, but I can't even protect myself whenever I'm outside of school! I'm no hero, like you, Damian."

Damian's eyes softened. He wouldn't consider himself a hero, since the correct term would be vigilante. However, Harry...of all the things he had done for Hogwarts and all the selfless things he did to save the school, Harry is a hero. A hero that Hogwarts doesn't deserved. No one appreciated Harry's deeds except for his close friends. It really pained Damian that Harry doesn't get the credit he deserved and in return, people just turn against him. It was probably something Harry went through all the time at Hogwarts. Damian hated how Harry never got to experienced a normal magical school and how Harry had to deal with trying to survive every year. Damian hoped that after all of this, Harry would have some normalcy.

"Harry, look at me," Damian said.

Harry didn't. With a soft sigh, Damian reached out and gently turned Harry to him. He could see tears were forming in Harry's emerald green eyes. Damian winced. He hated to see Harry cry. It pained Damian that Harry was worrying about his safety than the other way around.

Damian smiled. "There you are." then he placed a hand on Harry's cheek and wiped his tears. "Harry, I know you're scared. I hate to admit it, I am too, but you don't need to worry about protecting me. I had handle magic before and I can do it again. I'm just worry about protecting you."

Harry blinked. "You are?"

Damian nodded. "I am. You're my friend, Harry."

"You're my friend too, Damian." Harry took his hands. "Will you stay with me? Until I go asleep?"

"Always."

Damian gently took off Harry's glasses and set it on the nightstand. Harry held his hands as he close his eyes. It didn't took long for Harry to fall asleep. Damian let out a sigh. Harry looked peaceful when he sleeps. Then Damian realized he never got to say his goodnight to Harry. He wasn't sure what he should do. Damian didn't want to leave. He felt comfortable with Harry beside him. Without thinking, Damian scooted a bit closer to Harry. He put a hand under Harry's neck as he carefully, brought Harry closer to him. As Damian closed his eyes, he pressed his lips on Harry's forehead.

"Goodnight, Harry," Damian said.

With that, Damian held Harry's hands and close his eyes as he fell asleep.