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crossoverficAuthor: serendu
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also DC comics and their subsidiaries. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Batman/Hp xover. Harry Potter wasn’t the only person in Hogwarts with a godfather.
Confession time. I had this story planned. I *knew* what I wanted to do. And then... It changed. Big time. And I knew that there was no way I could write it any other way. So please bear with me – and apologies for the delay – I’m looking for a new job ;-) So hold on to your hats folks - this is where it all changes.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Turn and Face the Strange.
Albus Dumbledore turned from the window he had been gazing out of. Once again the fate of his world rested on his shoulders. It was not a task he relished. Yet, he knew, others would not be able to make the hard decisions he would need to. And leaving Harry Potter with his relatives when he wasn’t entirely convinced they would have his best interests at heart whilst keeping him safe from Death Eaters was not a decision he knew the members of his Order would understand.
But it was necessary.
And Albus Dumbledore would do what was necessary.
His phoenix crooned, comforting him.
Yes, he would do what was necessary. He smiled wryly. Rather than perhaps what others would consider right.
And in eleven years a safely kept Harry Potter would come to Hogwarts.
What happened after that would be interesting.
***
The boy was impossible! Dumbledore shook his head in disbelief at the report from Arabella Figg. She had begrudgingly written down exactly what had happened in Potter’s Primary School, after he had asked her to do so – mainly because he didn’t want another floo-call from Arabella where she ranted about the Dursleys and Little Whinging and how Potter didn’t seem to understand her cats –and was ungrateful for anything she gave him.
He did wonder if Arabella realised just how the Dursleys treated Potter.
No matter. What was done was done.
Unless something dramatic happened – Potter would be raised by the Dursleys, safe and sound from the Death Eaters.
That he would look on Dumbledore as the answer to all his prayers would be a nice bonus.
Not something he had planned on per se, but useful nonetheless.
Dumbledore picked up the parchment and placed it in Fawkes’ nest.
No need to leave details like that around.
Phoenixes could be so convenient.
***
‘Potter hasn’t answered his letter.’ Minerva McGonagall stated agitatedly as she reported the new intake for Hogwarts directly to the headmaster.
‘Indeed?’ Dumbledore leant back in his chair, stroking his beard. ‘Perhaps his family are away and the letter was delivered whilst they were absent?’ His deputy frowned at the suggestion. ‘It has happened before, you know.’
Minerva, standing in front of the headmaster’s desk looked unconvinced. ‘If only I hadn’t missed the address when the charmed quill was writing it.’ She bemoaned. ‘I could write another and deliver it personally.’
‘I shall cast the duplication spell.’ He offered with a smile. ‘Perhaps the wards around the property have ensured the owl was unable to deliver it in person.’
Minerva looked slightly less troubled.
‘The wards are rather complex.’
She sighed and sat down in front of him in the chair that was purposely set slightly lower than his.
‘Don’t worry my Dear.’ He said placatingly. ‘I’m sure there is a very good reason for the lack of response.’ He leant forward and said calmly, ‘it may even be something as silly as the post owl leaving before there was a response. It has happened before.’
‘I know Albus... It’s just... Lily... James...’ She trailed off, her mind dwelling on the fond memories of her former students.
‘Don’t worry my Dear. Harry Potter will be coming to Hogwarts.’
The two old friends smiled at each other, before Minerva got up to leave.
‘Perhaps I should pay a visit to make double sure...’ Minerva began, facing away from the headmaster as she headed for the door.
Dumbledore murmured soundlessly, his fingers moving in a complex pattern aiming them at the back of his deputy.
‘Then again,’ she turned back and smiled down at the headmaster, ‘I am rather busy with all the muggleborns. I don’t think I’ll have time to drop in on Potter.’
‘Indeed.’ Dumbledore said, concealing a smile. ‘I shall ensure that Harry gets his letter. I shall send another member of staff instead – should the duplicate not be returned.’
Minerva nodded and stepped out of the room.
‘Yes.’ Said Dumbledore, leaning back in his chair once more. ‘What member of staff would fit in with the Dursleys idea of the magical world and also not question Harry’s circumstances?’
He smirked.
‘I’ll send Hagrid.’
***
Admittedly the boy was scrawny, and if Dumbledore was honest, dressed in clothes that were definitely not made to fit him – other than his robes. But he was here and he was whole and that was all that mattered.
He watched as the boy chose Gryffindor.
Apparently contacting the Weasleys beforehand had been a good idea.
***
Hermione Granger was definitely something of a conundrum and Albus Dumbledore did not like conundrums at the best of times.
‘Well Fawkes?’ He said to his preening phoenix. ‘Do we allow Harry to continue this friendship with the muggleborn girl? It would ascertain his loyalties for any afraid of him following Tom’s footsteps...’ He said, running a gentle finger down the beautiful plumage, ‘... on the other hand – the girl is muggleborn, and she is, according to Minerva, very intelligent. Will she realise Harry’s home-life is less than perfect?’ He paused. ‘Of course, most muggleborns adapt very quickly to this world and leave their old one behind. Thus ensuring their support system is very limited.’ He gazed out of the window and watched the children outside going to visit Hagrid. His mind exploring the different options for Harry and his new friend Hermione.
‘I think, perhaps Fawkes, with Miss Granger we shall adopt a wait and see policy.’
***
The boy looked better than last year. Much better. Dumbledore frowned as he sat, observing them as they ate in the Great Hall. Something had definitely changed.
Miss Granger leant over and whispered something into the boy’s ear, making him smile.
Dumbledore noted the nicer clothes and the new, shiny shoes.
This would bear watching.
***
The Chamber had been opened and Dumbledore needed answers, although they were definitely not the answers the rest of the Hogwarts wanted. He had surreptitiously followed from the corridor the moment the Fat Lady had been opened by a be-cloaked boy and now he stood silently waiting as he watched Harry Potter.
Harry approached his petrified best friend with trepidation, Dumbledore noted. He cast a charm to listen to the whisperings the boy said into the ear of Hermione Granger as the boy knelt by the still form of the girl.
‘... So I copied out everything so you’ll have notes when you come back. And I’ll send Hedwig to your Uncle Bruce to let him know why you aren’t answering him – do you think he’ll know anything about Slytherin’s monster? I know – stupid question – he’s a muggle – but...’
Albus Dumbledore ended the spell and left the room silently and headed up to the Owlery.
He had his answers.
Now he had to deal with them.
***
Her parents were dealt with. A simple obliviate and no memory remained. Now, all he had to deal with was the final hurdle. He assessed the building he had apparated outside of. This was definitely a family with money - more perhaps than anyone in the Wizarding world – and with money came power – something he had learned over and over again in the Death Eater trials.
Nevertheless, Albus Dumbledore was not one to shun his duty. He went over the spell in his mind – a variant of the obliviate would ensure that not only would the recipients of the spell forget, but also anyone who could potentially remind them afterwards of the thing the spell would make them forget. It was a simple hand adjustment, but very effective.
He had not gone to the Dursleys. Although he had been tempted to do so, he was well aware that too many spells on that family could result in problems with the warding. Hopefully what he did here would fix the problem – assuming the Dursleys communicated with the family here at some point in the future.
Dumbledore had invented the variant himself. He was rather proud of it. It was incredibly useful.
He nodded up to Fawkes who had flown up to a nearby tree. His phoenix would return to Hogwarts as soon as his final task was done.
He donned a benign smile. The doddery old grandfather act tended to fool everyone.
***
Inside the building Bruce Wayne smoothed out the letter that originally started in a hand he knew all too well, only to finish with a far more childish scrawl. He frowned as he remembered how Harry Potter had finished the letter that Hermione had started.
According to Harry, Hermione had been ‘petrified’ by some mysterious force stalking around the school – attacking those of less than pure blood status. Whilst Harry had assured him in the letter that Hermione would be fine, Bruce was inwardly cursing that his new, magical resistant toys were not completed yet. But then, he thought wryly, even as good as Lucius Fox is, it is hard for him to design any equipment resistant to a force I can neither explain nor demonstrate.
‘A visitor for you sir.’ Alfred intoned his face slack.
Bruce frowned, and then smoothed his face instantly into his idiotic Bruce Wayne persona.
‘A visitor?’ Bruce queried jovially, slouching back in his chair, ‘Why, show them in Alfred!’ He could just see the outline of a man with a cloak on.
Alfred moved aside and left the two men alone without announcing the visitor’s name.
Bruce pulled a face, whilst inwardly concealing his worry. ‘Sorry about that – he is getting on a bit. Getting a bit forgetful is old Alfred.’ He smiled. ‘And you are…?’
The air shimmered and the cloaked man changed to a vastly different figure.
‘I’m very sorry to do this to you, my dear boy…’ The man pulled out a wand as Bruce sat up straight in his chair, knowing there was no way he could reach the man before he cast the spell forming on the wand.
‘Obliviate!’
***
Thoughts comments queries? I have no idea when the next chapter will be up – my focus is on rl.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also DC comics and their subsidiaries. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Notes: Batman/Hp xover. Harry Potter wasn’t the only person in Hogwarts with a godfather.
Confession time. I had this story planned. I *knew* what I wanted to do. And then... It changed. Big time. And I knew that there was no way I could write it any other way. So please bear with me – and apologies for the delay – I’m looking for a new job ;-) So hold on to your hats folks - this is where it all changes.
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Turn and Face the Strange.
Albus Dumbledore turned from the window he had been gazing out of. Once again the fate of his world rested on his shoulders. It was not a task he relished. Yet, he knew, others would not be able to make the hard decisions he would need to. And leaving Harry Potter with his relatives when he wasn’t entirely convinced they would have his best interests at heart whilst keeping him safe from Death Eaters was not a decision he knew the members of his Order would understand.
But it was necessary.
And Albus Dumbledore would do what was necessary.
His phoenix crooned, comforting him.
Yes, he would do what was necessary. He smiled wryly. Rather than perhaps what others would consider right.
And in eleven years a safely kept Harry Potter would come to Hogwarts.
What happened after that would be interesting.
***
The boy was impossible! Dumbledore shook his head in disbelief at the report from Arabella Figg. She had begrudgingly written down exactly what had happened in Potter’s Primary School, after he had asked her to do so – mainly because he didn’t want another floo-call from Arabella where she ranted about the Dursleys and Little Whinging and how Potter didn’t seem to understand her cats –and was ungrateful for anything she gave him.
He did wonder if Arabella realised just how the Dursleys treated Potter.
No matter. What was done was done.
Unless something dramatic happened – Potter would be raised by the Dursleys, safe and sound from the Death Eaters.
That he would look on Dumbledore as the answer to all his prayers would be a nice bonus.
Not something he had planned on per se, but useful nonetheless.
Dumbledore picked up the parchment and placed it in Fawkes’ nest.
No need to leave details like that around.
Phoenixes could be so convenient.
***
‘Potter hasn’t answered his letter.’ Minerva McGonagall stated agitatedly as she reported the new intake for Hogwarts directly to the headmaster.
‘Indeed?’ Dumbledore leant back in his chair, stroking his beard. ‘Perhaps his family are away and the letter was delivered whilst they were absent?’ His deputy frowned at the suggestion. ‘It has happened before, you know.’
Minerva, standing in front of the headmaster’s desk looked unconvinced. ‘If only I hadn’t missed the address when the charmed quill was writing it.’ She bemoaned. ‘I could write another and deliver it personally.’
‘I shall cast the duplication spell.’ He offered with a smile. ‘Perhaps the wards around the property have ensured the owl was unable to deliver it in person.’
Minerva looked slightly less troubled.
‘The wards are rather complex.’
She sighed and sat down in front of him in the chair that was purposely set slightly lower than his.
‘Don’t worry my Dear.’ He said placatingly. ‘I’m sure there is a very good reason for the lack of response.’ He leant forward and said calmly, ‘it may even be something as silly as the post owl leaving before there was a response. It has happened before.’
‘I know Albus... It’s just... Lily... James...’ She trailed off, her mind dwelling on the fond memories of her former students.
‘Don’t worry my Dear. Harry Potter will be coming to Hogwarts.’
The two old friends smiled at each other, before Minerva got up to leave.
‘Perhaps I should pay a visit to make double sure...’ Minerva began, facing away from the headmaster as she headed for the door.
Dumbledore murmured soundlessly, his fingers moving in a complex pattern aiming them at the back of his deputy.
‘Then again,’ she turned back and smiled down at the headmaster, ‘I am rather busy with all the muggleborns. I don’t think I’ll have time to drop in on Potter.’
‘Indeed.’ Dumbledore said, concealing a smile. ‘I shall ensure that Harry gets his letter. I shall send another member of staff instead – should the duplicate not be returned.’
Minerva nodded and stepped out of the room.
‘Yes.’ Said Dumbledore, leaning back in his chair once more. ‘What member of staff would fit in with the Dursleys idea of the magical world and also not question Harry’s circumstances?’
He smirked.
‘I’ll send Hagrid.’
***
Admittedly the boy was scrawny, and if Dumbledore was honest, dressed in clothes that were definitely not made to fit him – other than his robes. But he was here and he was whole and that was all that mattered.
He watched as the boy chose Gryffindor.
Apparently contacting the Weasleys beforehand had been a good idea.
***
Hermione Granger was definitely something of a conundrum and Albus Dumbledore did not like conundrums at the best of times.
‘Well Fawkes?’ He said to his preening phoenix. ‘Do we allow Harry to continue this friendship with the muggleborn girl? It would ascertain his loyalties for any afraid of him following Tom’s footsteps...’ He said, running a gentle finger down the beautiful plumage, ‘... on the other hand – the girl is muggleborn, and she is, according to Minerva, very intelligent. Will she realise Harry’s home-life is less than perfect?’ He paused. ‘Of course, most muggleborns adapt very quickly to this world and leave their old one behind. Thus ensuring their support system is very limited.’ He gazed out of the window and watched the children outside going to visit Hagrid. His mind exploring the different options for Harry and his new friend Hermione.
‘I think, perhaps Fawkes, with Miss Granger we shall adopt a wait and see policy.’
***
The boy looked better than last year. Much better. Dumbledore frowned as he sat, observing them as they ate in the Great Hall. Something had definitely changed.
Miss Granger leant over and whispered something into the boy’s ear, making him smile.
Dumbledore noted the nicer clothes and the new, shiny shoes.
This would bear watching.
***
The Chamber had been opened and Dumbledore needed answers, although they were definitely not the answers the rest of the Hogwarts wanted. He had surreptitiously followed from the corridor the moment the Fat Lady had been opened by a be-cloaked boy and now he stood silently waiting as he watched Harry Potter.
Harry approached his petrified best friend with trepidation, Dumbledore noted. He cast a charm to listen to the whisperings the boy said into the ear of Hermione Granger as the boy knelt by the still form of the girl.
‘... So I copied out everything so you’ll have notes when you come back. And I’ll send Hedwig to your Uncle Bruce to let him know why you aren’t answering him – do you think he’ll know anything about Slytherin’s monster? I know – stupid question – he’s a muggle – but...’
Albus Dumbledore ended the spell and left the room silently and headed up to the Owlery.
He had his answers.
Now he had to deal with them.
***
Her parents were dealt with. A simple obliviate and no memory remained. Now, all he had to deal with was the final hurdle. He assessed the building he had apparated outside of. This was definitely a family with money - more perhaps than anyone in the Wizarding world – and with money came power – something he had learned over and over again in the Death Eater trials.
Nevertheless, Albus Dumbledore was not one to shun his duty. He went over the spell in his mind – a variant of the obliviate would ensure that not only would the recipients of the spell forget, but also anyone who could potentially remind them afterwards of the thing the spell would make them forget. It was a simple hand adjustment, but very effective.
He had not gone to the Dursleys. Although he had been tempted to do so, he was well aware that too many spells on that family could result in problems with the warding. Hopefully what he did here would fix the problem – assuming the Dursleys communicated with the family here at some point in the future.
Dumbledore had invented the variant himself. He was rather proud of it. It was incredibly useful.
He nodded up to Fawkes who had flown up to a nearby tree. His phoenix would return to Hogwarts as soon as his final task was done.
He donned a benign smile. The doddery old grandfather act tended to fool everyone.
***
Inside the building Bruce Wayne smoothed out the letter that originally started in a hand he knew all too well, only to finish with a far more childish scrawl. He frowned as he remembered how Harry Potter had finished the letter that Hermione had started.
According to Harry, Hermione had been ‘petrified’ by some mysterious force stalking around the school – attacking those of less than pure blood status. Whilst Harry had assured him in the letter that Hermione would be fine, Bruce was inwardly cursing that his new, magical resistant toys were not completed yet. But then, he thought wryly, even as good as Lucius Fox is, it is hard for him to design any equipment resistant to a force I can neither explain nor demonstrate.
‘A visitor for you sir.’ Alfred intoned his face slack.
Bruce frowned, and then smoothed his face instantly into his idiotic Bruce Wayne persona.
‘A visitor?’ Bruce queried jovially, slouching back in his chair, ‘Why, show them in Alfred!’ He could just see the outline of a man with a cloak on.
Alfred moved aside and left the two men alone without announcing the visitor’s name.
Bruce pulled a face, whilst inwardly concealing his worry. ‘Sorry about that – he is getting on a bit. Getting a bit forgetful is old Alfred.’ He smiled. ‘And you are…?’
The air shimmered and the cloaked man changed to a vastly different figure.
‘I’m very sorry to do this to you, my dear boy…’ The man pulled out a wand as Bruce sat up straight in his chair, knowing there was no way he could reach the man before he cast the spell forming on the wand.
‘Obliviate!’
***
Thoughts comments queries? I have no idea when the next chapter will be up – my focus is on rl.
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Date: 2009-06-24 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 08:29 am (UTC)*smirks* No comment! Glad you like it so far and thanks for the review.
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Date: 2009-06-25 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 08:31 am (UTC)I'm very glad you're enjoying it! Did he duck? *smirks* No comment. As for Alfred.... Hmmm. No comment there either. *smirks* Thanks for the review.
serendu
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Date: 2009-06-25 07:17 pm (UTC)Grandfather!Dumbledore meets Fop!Bruce. What's the scientific term for that? Immovable force meets irresistible object? But which one's which?
*blinks* Wait. Do you mean the Weasleys (at least the parents) have been manipulating him?
In any case, Dumbledore's idea of repentance never made sense to me. He stayed away from the government because he knew he'd be tempted by power, so he decided to teach impressionable children?
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Date: 2009-06-26 08:43 am (UTC)*blushes* I'm very flattered that you feel that way!
Grandfather!Dumbledore meets Fop!Bruce. What's the scientific term for that? Immovable force meets irresistible object? But which one's which?
*grins* Now that is the question!
Apparently contacting the Weasleys beforehand had been a good idea.
*blinks* Wait. Do you mean the Weasleys (at least the parents) have been manipulating him?
Hmmm. *looks shifty* No comment.
In any case, Dumbledore's idea of repentance never made sense to me. He stayed away from the government because he knew he'd be tempted by power, so he decided to teach impressionable children?
oh - don't get me started on that! Anyone who acted like Dumbledore did in the books should never be allowed to be in charge of anything - let alone a school!
Thanks for the review.
serendu