Ascension 2

Chapter 10: Nightwing Rises Part Two. 

"So, I trust that you've had a productive evening?" Harry questioned Neville, who shrugged his shoulders as he staggered off.

Sirius looked disappointed that he did not get Neville as drunk as he would have liked. It was a rather huge personal disappointment for him, this was supposed to be the biggest night of Neville's life but now he was barely going to be hung over.

"You kind of disappeared," Remus offered to Harry and Faora and both of them shrugged their shoulders before they filled in Remus.

"Well, you know, duty called, business, all of those good things," Harry told him in a cryptic voice and there was something about the inflection in Harry's words that told Remus that he wasn't going to know unless he needed to know.

Sirius, on the other hand, did not have any kind of observational skills or the proper amount of comprehension. "So, what do you mean?"

"I mean…."

"I think due to being distracted by the size of that tip, I don't think I properly thanked you for the it," Selina said as she made her way towards Harry, sauntering towards him with a wide grin. She was now dressed in a casual black top and blue jeans that adhered nicely to her body.

"It really isn't necessary," Harry offered her with a smile on his face and the dark haired woman drank in his features. "It was your excellent service that allowed us to have such a wonderful time."

Selina smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but I really need and want to thank you."

She leaned up slightly to captured Harry's lips into a teasing kiss. It didn't last that long, but at the same time, it gave Harry a general idea of the taste and the texture of her moist lips, she broke it with a sensual smile on her face.

"And I would be remiss if I didn't thank Ms. Potter here as well," Selina said as she leaned forward and wrapping her arms around Faora, pulled the brunette Kryptonian in close against her chest.

Selina leaned in even closer to kiss her on the lips, Faora slipping her a bit of her tongue in the process, not that Selina minded, nor did she mind the parting grope she received on the ass.

Sirius watched the action between the two women with wide eyes, because this was two females kissing, it demanded his full attention. He made sure that Faora didn't see him gawking however because he valued his life.

"You're catching flies, Padfoot," Remus whispered to him, although his amusement was obvious and Sirius shook his head to clear it.

"Right Padfoot….just….just…."

"You're Padfoot, I'm Moony, now stop getting distracted by the shiny and focus!"

Harry was amused, mildly by their antics. Of course, other men getting mild amusement out of him was more than some got, they were usually met with casual and cold indifference.

"I'd take this," Harry advised Neville, handing him a crystal vial. "Otherwise the hangover will be a bitch in the morning."

"Is it….."

"Lucretia made it, it's perfectly safe," Harry said to him in a reassuring voice and he crossed his arms as he watched Neville. Who was looking at the veil he held within his hands "And you're really not that drunk in the first place."

Turning from Neville, Harry hailed Selina goodbye and he waited for her to go back inside the club. All in all, Harry thought that he had a productive evening, and then there was a moment where he paused.

There was something about being drunk that caused someone to achieve even greater clarity, if one could call it that. Never the less, there were times where they noticed things that they might not notice in the first place. However, being drunk, it meant that someone was not able to keep their head up and keep their mind straight. It was a weird double standard and he tried to hold his head up as he looked around.

At this moment, the limo pulled up but that wasn't what caught Neville's attention.

Things had got eerily quiet, and that was really saying something for Gotham City. This was an unnatural calm and then he saw someone, perched up on the rooftop across the street from them.

"LOOK OUT!"

Harry cringed at this as Neville had shouted it right into his ear as he pushed him out of the way.

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

The sounds of shooting could be heard and Harry looked up, to see the bullets piercing Neville's chest. Why he decided to jump in and push him out of the way or why he didn't choose to do a shield charm, those were questions that couldn't be answered.

While, magical users had a certain amount of resistance towards most injury, six or seven bullets, one of them lodged in his head and another right next to his heart, tended to cause that immunity to fade away.

Penny burst out of the limo so she could attend to Neville. He'd collapsed to the ground, bleeding badly. Harry watched him with shaky hands, he was numb beyond words. He saw Neville laying there on the ground, bleeding from his wounds and he could see that his skull got cracked from falling in addition to having been shot, so he was in a bad way.

Bystanders made their way towards them and sirens could be heard in the distance, as police and medical personnel approached the scene.

'Har,' Faora thought as she grabbed Harry's sleeve roughly to snap him back into reality and Harry shook his head, mentally thanking her for the stern warning. He was shaky that was for sure, but he tried to hold his head up high.

Harry had Neville's blood splattered all over him, he went to stand only for Neville to grab him by his hand so he that turned to face him.

"Harry….take care of her….take care of Hannah," Neville breathed out raggedly as he tried to hold his head up, but he was failing to do so.

"No, it's not going to end like this," Harry muttered but it was out of his hands.

Neville's blood flowed from his lips as he offered a few more strangled thoughts, even though he couldn't voice them. Harry was one of the few that were fortunate enough, if that was the word for it, that was able to pick up thoughts from a dying man. He heard everything flash through his mind at the speed of light and these thoughts flowed from him just as quickly as the blood flowed from his body. Harry kept his eyes locked firmly on Neville's in his last moments of life.

He didn't want to end up like his parents, even if he survived this, he would not be really alive.

Penny worked her magic the best that she could, but it was obvious from the frustration in her eyes that Neville was gone, despite what she could or couldn't do. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't bring the dead, back to life.

Harry looked away from Neville for a moment and he saw someone on the roof. He got a clear enough look at him to know that he was dealing with someone that was trouble. He fled the scene and Harry couldn't bring himself to pursue him. He saw several shells laying on the ground and he could tell that he'd emptied the clip.

'Why?' Harry thought, it was really hard for him to keep his mind focused just now, but he knew that there was something fishy going on. He very much doubted that this was just a random act of violence.

The ambulance had finally arrived on the scene, but if magical healing could not save Neville, especially with the damage he suffered, there was nothing that Muggle medicine could do.

At eleven forty five on August 7th 1997, Neville Franklin Longbottom was pronounced dead at Gotham General Hospital. They had done everything that they could for him, but he'd lost too much blood and his injuries where too severe. Cracked skull, punctured lungs, lead poisoning, his kidneys and liver were utterly destroyed, and that was just a tip of the iceberg. The hospital had some of the best doctors in the world at what they did, but they weren't miracle workers.

Harry sat in the interrogation room of the Gotham Police City Department. He was still covered in blood, not having had a chance to get a shower or change into something else.

"So, you were the last one to see the murder victim alive," A gruff voice stated from the shadows.

The man was a tall black gentleman, with dark eyes. He was someone who offered a certain sense of sincerity and warmth, but he also wasn't someone who should be messed with, and Harry could have sworn he felt a light mental probe against his mind.

"Jones, ease off, the boy just had his friend shot before his very eyes," James Gordon stated gruffly. There were a few members of the Department who'd suggested that Harry had something to do with the murder, but Gordon thought that was a bit farfetched. He'd had the boy over for dinner and knew that he wouldn't pull something like that.

He was one of the few standup people in Gotham City and someone who Gordon felt lead by example.

"Here," Gordon said as he offered Harry a drink of water.

Harry carefully grabbed the water and did a wandless scanning charm. Not that he didn't trust Jim Gordon, but it was force of habit for him due to Andromeda telling him that as a pureblood heir, he always needed to scan every drink offered to him, because there was always a potential chance that he would be poisoned.

When the water had passed the test, Harry drank it down slow, and watched the two men in front of him carefully.

"Thanks," Harry stated.

"There is a curious situation with…Mr. Longbottom, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes," Harry said to him, not offering any question.

"We're trying to find any documentation for Mr. Longbottom, but we haven't found anything yet, no ID, not a birth certificate, nothing," John stated as he seemed to be watching for a particular reaction from Harry.

Harry said nothing, at least he wouldn't just yet.

"Well, you're not looking hard enough now, are you?"

A woman with short blonde hair and a pair of thick glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, striking green eyes rested behind them. She was dressed in conservative clothes although if one looked hard enough, they could tell that she had a fit body. She entered the room, after having been making quick strides that got even quicker as she reached her destination. She was taking three, four, steps at a time, all of them long and winding. She skidded to a stop pretty much once she reached the table.

"Who are…."

"Donna Milton, I'm Mr. Potter's legal representation, and I'm appalled that you would even think that you had any right to talk to him without my presence or my consent," She told both of the police officers in question without taking a breath.

Gordon took a step back, he'd taken control of the investigation but there were times where he forgot himself.

"Here, are the required documents belonging to the late Mr. Longbottom, birth certification, identification, anything that you need to know. I trust you'll find everything in order and most importantly, you'll find it complete," Milton stated in one breath. She held everything in her hand and placed it underneath Gordon's nose.

'Goblins work fast,' Harry thought and he was pretty sure that thought was picked up by the rest of the bond link, although any banter that may or may not have come through, agreeing with that assessment or not, Harry didn't pick up, due to his mind still being in turmoil from what happened.

John Jones picked it up, there was a sense that he was looking at Harry more curiously than ever before. There was a sense that Jones knew a bit more about what was going on, then he was saying, but perhaps that was just the night that Harry had talking.

"Lieutenant Gordon, the story checks out, doesn't it?" Jones asked and he held the documents up for Gordon to see and to scan with his own two eyes.

"It does, very much so," Gordon agreed, there was no forgery, these documents were authentic. He had seen enough forged documents to smell a fake a mile away.

"I trust that will be all that you need from my client, unless you feel the need to accuse him of this crime?" Milton asked, pausing for a second to catch her breath before continuing. "In which case, we may have a problem with each other."

"No, no accusation, he was mostly hauled in for the lack of identification found on the Longbottom boy," Gordon said, as he continued to look through authentic documents that were in his hand. Having worked for fifteen years in Chicago then Gotham City, he could detect a forgery a mile away, false identifications.

"Correct," Jones said calmly in a low and even voice as he watched Harry. "And our condolences for your loss, it's something that no one should have to go through."

"Right, so if you're okay…." Gordon said trailing off, before he suddenly. "Though if this is an assassination attempt aimed at him. What about protective custody…."

"We have a security force that is more than capable of dealing with any threat, trust me," Milton said.

Harry knew that she was referring to the Amazons, even though Gordon had no idea what she was talking about. He was still very much shell shocked regarding what happened.

Harry nodded with a set jaw and slowly got up, as Milton lead him out of the room.

"Well, thankfully the goblins came through in a pinch," She whispered to him when they were out of ear shot.

"Yes, they are good at that," Harry muttered lowly as he finally found his voice, although it was hard to articulate certain words given that he saw Neville get shot before his eyes. "Thanks, Circe."

In her day job, Circe was a highly successful attorney. Given how much chaos she caused, even she could appreciate the honesty of being a person who upheld law and order. In the end, who knew?

During his midnight information dump, Harrison received a rather large shock and naturally news spread to the British magical world rather quickly. It must have been less than twenty four hours and already, they were in damage control mode.

"I would say that this isn't good, but I don't need to point out the glaringly obvious to you, do I?" Daphne asked Harrison and he nodded stoically.

"No, there is no need Daphne, I have a full handle on the consequences of Neville's death, the final member of an old pureblood family, in the Mundane World," Harrison stated as he made they made their way down the lift that lead into the ministry. He wished it could be a bit faster.

"And it was done by Muggle methods, this could stir up…."

"Daphne, please, I know what it could stir up, I do need to think," Harry told Daphne gently.

Daphne slumped against the wall of the lift, remaining quiet. Being a pureblood heiress, she was more than capable of wearing a mask of indifference, even though her mind was buzzing.

"And the Prophet is…."

"I know, which is why Rita is ready to be unleashed. So she can direct public opinion where it should be directed, because the last thing we need is a bunch of idiot purebloods trying to resurrect that old movement," Harrison said as he made his way towards Amelia's office.

The Ministry was a mad house, there were people swapping rumors. He saw Susan who was standing there waiting for him sitting on a bench in the hallway.

"How's Hannah?" Harrison asked her and Susan's arms slumped to her side as the redhead sighed.

"I talked to her over the phone, she's in shock," Susan said to him in a serious voice. "I'm gating over there after lunch, but I'm sure she'll be busy with the funeral arrangements."

"When Prime gets over the shock, he'll help with everything, I know he will," Harrison said and Susan got up off of her seat. She was really shaky and Harrison held her up steadily, pulling her into a slight kiss.

She could tell that Hannah being in shock was causing Susan a lot of stress. Never the less, Harrison pulled away from her and Daphne followed him, the meeting with Amelia awaited.

"Amy," Harrison said as he made his way into the office and stepping inside he sank down on a chair in front of her desk.

Harrison did not feel everything first hand, but he saw the entire brutal scene and that was rather overwhelming.

"Cissa, Andi," Harrison greeted both of the women as Daphne took the chair next to him.

"I'm not going to mince words, this is one fucked up situation and we have a lot of problems to deal with that will come from it," Narcissa said to Harrison.

Again, this was a statement that Harrison had no need for her to bring up. His green eyes burned with a bit of frustration and he shook his head.

"I don't think I need to underline the ways where this is a catastrophe," Amelia said as she leaned back for a moment and shook her head. It was a necessary action to get the cobwebs out. She knew that if she did not play her cards right, this was going to make the entire war with Riddle look like a mild skirmish.

"Well, Riddle's name has been dragged through the mud, thanks to Rita's sequel to the Dumbledore book," Daphne reminded them all.

Harry knew what Daphne was referring to with that statement, she was referring to Rita's sequel to the Dumbledore book. The Life and the Lies of Dumbledore did a wonderful job of chipping away at Dumbledore's reputation as a golden child of the light. His relationship with Grindelwald and the allegations of his rumored relationship with Severus Snape, confirmed Death Eater and many time murderer, were brought to light.

However, I Am Lord Voldemort: The Lies of Tom Marvolo Riddle blew the lid wide open. It really caused the blood purity movement to take a hit and Harrison knew that it presented an opportunity to direct any fury away from the mundane world.

"I would suggest a press conference, indicating that it was a few strangling Voldemort supporters that weren't too happy about my dragging their master's name through the mud," Harrison told Amelia and she watched him through wide eyes. "So, we know that…."

"I understand," Amelia whispered, she figured that would be the most logical place to point the finger. "Do you know who is behind it?"

Harrison paused for a few seconds, he was going over the scene in his head over and over again in amazing detail, but he was unable to come up with anything intangible.

"I wish I knew, but right now, I don't," Harrison admitted to her and Amelia inclined her head, that was what she was afraid of.

So it was all about misdirection, and using the followers of a dead and disgraced wizard, who murdered people in what was basically a temper tantrum over his abandonment issues, would work nicely. Given the other alternative, it was the most logical one and one that the majority of the people out there would agree with, especially when one considered that the Longbottoms were amongst some of the more vocal detractors of the Dark Lord.

"I give you a direct order and you decide to defy it! Did you think that I would allow you to get away with such a thing?"

Nightshade glared at the man from the shadows and her green eyes were the only thing that was visible. However, they were visible enough to indicate how happy she was and that was not very happy at all. She watched the individual as he locked his gaze on her.

"If you forgive me…."

"There will be no forgiveness for this," She said as she glared at him. There was a few seconds where she considered her options, her father considered this worthless thing rather useful in certain respects, but if she had her way, she would have gutted him and left him for dead for his defiance. She had her hand on the sword within her cloak and she was this close to drawing it, but she managed to hold herself back from punishing him.

"You know, you should be thankful, I think that he got the message," He said.

Her eyes flared with anger, that was the wrong thing to say to her, considering the mood that she was in right now. It took all the self-control that she had not to gut him.

"There is a difference between sending a message and spilling unnecessary blood! You crossed that line," She said as she got up in his face. He was about to put his hands on her, but thought better of it rather quickly. The fact that her honor guard stepped in front of her also indicated that he would be fighting a losing battle.

"You're quite lucky that your father…."

"Well, that gives us something in common then," Nightshade said as she clenched her fists together. "Because if it was not for the Demon Head insisting that your useful, you wouldn't be alive and I would have been having this conversation with a bleeding husk on the floor."

"Do not…."

"I do not wish to speak with you, no doubt my father already knows of your failure, so he can decide about what to do with you," She said. Grabbing the back of his head she forced it to face downwards, because she did not even want to make eye contact with him. Other than that she backed off, for she was this close to attacking him. Failure was not something that she tolerated, even in the best of times, even in the worst of times, she did not tolerate failure.

There was a stare down between the two of them, that indicated that today's mission went far worse than it should have gone. It garnered them far too much attention and the plan needed to go smoothly so they could not afford too much attention, not now.

Turning away, she moved forwards towards her quarters making careful strides and found the phone within them ringing. She knew that she should be expecting this call at any moment again.

She picked up the phone and with a cordial yet somehow tense tone she offered one word. "Hello."

"What the hell happened?" Nyssa demanded over the phone.

"Depends on what you mean," Nightshade stated coolly, she was not about to lose her head in this situation.

"Harry's on the war path because of what happened, he's been at the Ministry for almost three hours holding a press conference, and I find out the Longbottom boy has been shot and killed," Nyssa said to her sister without missing a beat.

The woman sighed, she knew that she to explain, but where to start, well, that was another thing entirely. "I know….I know that we have a problem."

"Yes, we have a problem," Nyssa agreed, and her sister could tell that the woman said that through gritted teeth. "Our father won't be pleased with this, T…."

"Don't you think I know that!" Nightshade snapped as she cut her sister off. "And it's the fault of this….bane of our existence. He knows enough about us already, but this might give him an excuse to find out even more about us and dig deeper into this operation before the time was right."

"There is only one person who is privy to all of the details, as you well know," Nyssa said and she held her head up.

The two sisters remained quiet, both of them were thinking.

"Who is it being blamed on?"

"Surviving worshippers of that pathetic wretch of a dark wizard that gave him the scar," Nyssa said to her sister quietly.

"Well that's a sufficient enough explanation, for now," she said. Actually given what Nyssa told her, those sheep would buy that explanation easily.

"Yes, that's the one that is being given," Nyssa said, although she hadn't had a chance to speak to Harrison directly yet.

Given that he was doing a press conference, she only heard a few scrambled tidbits. She'd hoped that her sister would know more.

"Very well then, I'll keep you posted, I'm awaiting word from my father, he is busy with his plans for Gotham City," she said to him.

"And do you…."

"I know no more than you do," she admitted.

She wished she had known more about this and perhaps she would find out even more.

Perhaps, Nyssa would learn something on her end but right now they were in the dark, playing the waiting game.

It was going to be tricky, but she was going to have to be patient.

Harry was feeling rather stoic all things considered, mostly because he was in shock. He did not want to break done in front of everyone or do something reckless.

Kara sat on the other side of him and thankfully she was able to calm him down somewhat. She held her hand in his and she held him tightly when she could.

Diana sat on the other side of him, they had no idea what really happened, other than the fact that Neville was killed and Harry had to go to the GCPD for an interrogation. Everything else was a complete and utter blank to all of them. They wanted to know exactly what was going on, but what they wanted to know and what they were going to find out, those were two entirely different things.

Pamela swallowed the lump in her throat and Fleur looked rather serious. They never saw Harry like this before.

None of them had ever seen him truly mad and only the Alphas had a clear idea with how far beyond mad he'd been brought by this entire situation.

"So….." Amanda said as she grew completely serious, and it was so scary that she was this serious, because she was rarely this serious. Yet the situation mandated her being a bit more serious than ever before.

"Yes, well….I don't know what to say," Lily said as she sat down on the couch.

Penny was on the scene and she had managed to just stumble in from the shower. Although, things were running far slower than they were before in her mind and she felt her heart hammer a few steady beats, she was able to hold her head up in the air.

"It was awful and so sudden," Penny told them somberly and Emily reached up to pat the other woman on the back. This allowed her a moment to calm down, although her eyes were still a little bit swollen and a little bit bloodshot from what happened.

"You did everything that you could," Harry managed, speaking up for the first time. His voice sounded raw and distant, there was an eerie wind that blew into the room from outside as Faora entered the room after coming in through the front door.

The events played out in his head a million times over. He'd waited for Faora to return from the scene, but it appeared that she could not find anything.

"Selina offers her condolences about what happened, I told her that you're not in a fit state to talk to anyone right now," Faora said as she kept her voice calm and even, the true example of someone who was stoic by nature.

"I offer my thanks to her," Harry said as he let in one breath and let out another breath out. He felt Faora's hand grab his as Diana slid out of the way, but she didn't slide to far from Harry.

"It was a tragedy," she said.

"Yes," Lily said, she knew of the challenges that the Longbottom family faced and tragedy seemed to attack them at every turn.

Hannah was over in the corner, she tried to hold herself together. The questionable marriage agreement aside, Neville was still a childhood friend of hers and it was a shock to see him gone. Thankfully Susan was here to offer her comfort.

"Hannah….if there's anything that I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask," Harry said to her and there was a strangled quality to her voice when she responded.

"T-thank you," She stammered as she was handed a hanker chief to wipe the tears from her eyes. It irritated her eyes to be in such a state but she needed to be calm right now. "I don't want to be…a bother."

"It's not a bother," Harry said as he held his hand out to her and she took it, nodding her head.

"Yes, we're in this together, no matter what," Kara said firmly.

Hermione half-staggered her way into the room. She had been doing some research about the bullets on the scene, because that was her own way of coping with what happened. Neville's death struck her hard as well, he was someone who she had gone to Hogwarts with for three and half years, he was probably her closest friend after Harry.

She sat down, the room was a bit crowded and Harry was just standing there. She could see the almost murderous glare in his eyes, it was kind of scary to see. She was sure that Kara, Faora, Diana, and Karen all saw it, along with Rose, Lily, and the twins, they were the closest to Harry.

Hermione shuddered, she thought that it was not a good idea to add to the crowd right now.

"Maybe you should…."

Kara's face fell as these words barely escaped her lips. Harry barely could hold his head up and he walked out of the room. There was a sense that they knew where he was headed.

There was really no words needed, Lily followed Harry out of the room, she had known Neville's mother pretty well, she was a year beneath her at Hogwarts, and she'd tutored Alice in Charms and Potions. Neville inherited his nervousness regarding Potions from his mother.

Lily smiled at the good memories as she followed Harry out of the room.

Donna rested back on the couch and she locked eyes with Zatanna, the two of them realized the seriousness of the situation. This started out as a good night, a girl's night where they took Zatanna and Hannah out as well. Although Hannah had to skip out on the latter part of the night, they did have a lot of fun.

The fun had been interrupted rather violently and now the middle daughter of Hippolyta didn't know what to say.

'Difficult,' Kara thought to Donna.

'Does Harry's mind sound like an angry hive of bees to you?' Donna asked Kara, tentatively because she knew that when Harry was upset, Kara was likely to go into a rage and she had a short temper as it was.

'Yes, that's an apt comparison,' Kara commented in a swift voice, as she leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, mentally counting to a hundred.

Exactly what would happen next, she really had no idea. The blonde held her hands, covered in the small amount of blood that was still on Harry's shirt. She shook her head and tried shake off the frustrating thoughts. The blonde thought that tonight just turned around for the worst, although it had been close to almost twelve hours, maybe longer, maybe closer to a day come to think about it.

Ginny chimed in with some news. 'Give the chaotic nature of the bond after what happened, I'm not sure how many of you know this, but Harrison and Daphne have been at the Ministry all day to spin damage control regarding this.'

'And…' Diana prompted.

'It's being pinned on rogue followers of Tom,' Ginny told her. 'Given that book came out less than six months ago, and railed on him quite hard, there's really no question who might have pulled the trigger and that's all those sheep need to know.'

'In their minds, it would make sense,' Amanda said as she could feel the angry buzzing and hoped that it would subside soon.

Harry stood at the edge of the shower; he hadn't made the necessary step to go inside it, at least not yet. His legs were like concrete and jelly at the same time. If he was more coherent, he would have been amused by that contradiction, but the fact of the matter is that all coherency had left him.

"Here," Lily breathed into his ear as she started to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest and gave him a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. She threw the blood stained shirt into a pile in the corner.

Lily slowly unbuttoned his pants, still splattered with Neville's blood. She supposed that a good scouring charm would get them clean, although it was a tad too impersonal. And constant use of magic on clothing caused them to fade faster but that was another matter for another time.

"Here," Lily said once again, not trusting herself to say anything else, as she led Harry into the shower.

Harry calmly made out the shapes of Circe and Rose. Rose had slowly taken off her top and her pants, so she stood there in nothing but a silken pair of green bra and panties. Circe had taken things one step further, so she stood there in the nude.

"We'll figure out who did this, who was behind this," Lily whispered gently and there was a second where she looked into Harry's eyes.

She expected some kind of response but Harry calmly, perhaps a bit too calmly given how stone cold his expression was, made his way into the shower. He peeled off the last article of clothing that he had on, which was a pair of boxers.

Tonight began so nicely, in a joking manner, a fun manner, then it had happened and it ended in such a gruesome way. And it was not even a clean death either, that was one of the more horrifying aspects of this tragedy. Harry pressed his hands against the wall and through the reflection on the tile, saw that there was dried up blood clinging to his face.

He turned on the shower, whether he did so by way of magic or by the Mundane way, he could not even begin to figure it out. Never the less, he did it, his heart was thumping against his chest. He closed his eyes and he felt his mother's hands on his shoulder.

Her breasts pressed against his back. It was normally a thing that would get Harry excited, but here it served a slightly different but equally wonderful purpose.

Harry didn't break down, because he knew that if his emotions got out of control, it could hurt those around him that he cared about.

Lily's soft hands worked their way down his back and rubbed the soap into it, as she worked lower. Rose walked around to the other side, Harry saw a flash of his aunt's naked breasts, firm and shapely as always as she bent down towards him. She ran her hands down his body, working over his legs.

Circe frowned, she had never seen her lord like this, he had always had it so together and in a way, it looked like that he did now. There was a chance that this was a mask that could crack at any time. She made her way forwards and decided to help to wash his legs. She knew that Harry had been through a shock, so it was fortunate that the goblins were able to work fast enough.

Tonight, one violent act could have undone so many things, but yet, somehow, they managed to keep it together.

"It's going to be fine, you know that," Circe breathed into his ear as she was working down his legs, relaxing him. Her fingers skimmed along his balls and he closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure wash through him.

Despite the initial way they got together, Circe did grow to care for Harry, they had a relationship where he was able to scratch many of her itches. As far as this goddess was concerned, men like that came around once in an eternity, that was if they were lucky. Harry was one of a kind.

Harry felt himself feeling a bit pleasured. He was closed his eyes and he felt his mother's bare breasts press against his back. His green eyes flooded with an immense amount of pleasure and Rose wrapped her arms around his waist, before gently making sure that he was completely clean.

"Don't think, just relax," Lily breathed in Harry's ear and she could tell that he was getting his emotions in check.

Of course, through their actions, they were going to replace the negative emotions with much more pleasant ones. That was what their plan was and Rose was stroking Harry's chest gently.

"So..."

"Just relax, darling," Circe whispered as she placed her hands on his thighs, she flickered her tongue and moved closer.

There was steam rising from everywhere and it was not just the shower. Lily cupped Harry's ass lovingly and there was a few seconds where everything was about ready to get extremely steamy.

"Just relax, Harry, just feel, everything will be fine, we're going to help you relax," Lily breathed in his ear, then she kissed the side of his neck and Rose's moist lips found his as well. The two tongues pressed back and forth against each other.

"Thank you," Harry said in a calm voice and Rose smiled.

"We have barely begun yet, love," Rose informed him as she ran her hands down his chest and abs and prepared for the next step of his relaxation. "I should make sure that you're cleansed."

"Let's start with down here," Circe stated as she watched at his stiffening member and she licked her lips, water running down her face from the shower, as they prepared to distract him and calm him down.

Circe gently wrapped her hand around his swollen prick and rubbed him up and down. Her hand made a pumping motion. She realized the need for Harry to need to take his mind off of certain things and to her, this really was the best way to do it.

"Damn," Harry breathed as he closed his eyes.

"Just relax, honey," Lily whispered in his ear hotly and her lips firmly pressed up against the back of his neck. She left a series of molten kisses on the side of his neck and Rose wrapped her legs around him and waited for Circe to continue her work.

"Here, lend me a hand or maybe a mouth," Circe said.

Rose dropped to her knees and she captured her nephew's cock in between her lips, wrapping them tightly around her mouth cavity. She pushed her head up and back, working his cock into her mouth. The engorged prick was really going into her hole.

Circe went down and licked him as Lily got down onto her knees and parted the legs of the goddess.

'Oh, so good,' Circe breathed as Lily's tongue found her dripping hot snatch. It felt extremely good to get such tender attention and Lily was a pro at eating pussy. Circe breathed in and out heavily as the redhead's tongue kept burying into her.

Harry wrapped his hand tightly around the back of Rose's head and rammed his cock further down her throat. She was about ready to gag on his engorged prick but managed to stay the course. He really had nothing to say, he was just going to sit back and let these beauties perform their work.

"I think we're both warmed up, Har-Zod," Circe purred hungrily in his ear and she allowed the two redhead Evans sisters to slide back. "I need you inside me."

Harry felt her slide onto him and her walls parted to accommodate him. She squeezed him as she pushed down onto his engorged pole.

"Just don't think my love, do, feel, oh that's it!" Circe moaned as Harry pushed up between her legs. Harry wrapped his hands against her ass and kept pumping himself into her smoldering hot snatch, with fluid thrusts.

Harry rammed his huge cock deep into her body and pounded her. He was letting out his frustrations out on this woman and she could take it. Her divine pussy clenched his rod as he ran his hands through her purple hair. Her dripping pussy released its nectar onto his pole.

"Take a taste, darling," Circe cooed as Harry pummeled her against the wall and he slid in and out of her at rapid fire flurry.

Rose closed her eyes and allowed her older sister to part her legs. Lily was down on her knees and treating her to some amazing oral sex. It felt so good, that Rose could hardly even hold herself together. The only thing she could do was grab Lily around the back of her head and push her face onto her pussy, rubbing her molten snatch against Lily's face. The older Evans sister munched on her baby sister's cunt.

"Mmm, ah, mmm, ah!" Rose moaned and Lily munched her cunt, tasting the pleasure that dripped from it. The redhead's actions got more sensual and dug deeper into that smooth snatch.

Circe was pressed against the wall and Harry grabbed her around the waste.

"Don't hold back!" Circe encouraged him as she wiggled her ass and Harry rammed into her from behind.

Her divine pussy hugged his god like cock and he kept sawing into her twat from behind. His eyes, they were flickering with so many emotions but he had to focus on his lust.

"If you...ah need to tag out, my pussy needs him," Rose cooed as Lily was eating her out. Lily turned and allowed Rose to return the favor.

Both Evans sisters rested in a sexually charged sixty nine position, licking and suckling at each other's mounds. Both of them were hungry for sex and they knew that they were going to munch on each other until the other cannot take it.

"Wait...ah fuck, your turn," Circe moaned as Harry grabbed her breasts and pummeled her against the wall.

It felt so good to have such a godly cock inside her, there were those who tried to come close but they did not have neither the stamina or the skill.

Harry was calmed down enough to have a good enough control on his duplication powers.

Lily rushed over towards Harry, threw her arms around him and slammed him hard against the wall, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Harry captured her tongue and dug his fingers into her firm, delicious ass, as he lifted her up.

With one fluid motion, Harry speared his mother on his cock. Her walls stretched out and clenched his hard rod as she rode him up against the wall like a cowgirl that Harry wondered if she was during a past life.

"Oh fuck, oh god, of fuck," Lily mumbled as Harry groped her delicious left breast and gave her a squeeze. Lily worked around him. "Oh that's it baby, fuck Mummy in her tight pussy."

Harry growled as he pummeled his mother's pussy, taking out his frustrations on it.

Rose was on her hands and knees, and Harry grabbed her breasts, soaping them up.

"A dirty girl like you needs to be cleaned up," he managed, trying to get into the fun and he brushed his cock against her entrance.

Rose begged him with a passionate, "Please!"

Harry was happy to oblige his aunt and went balls deep into her with one thrust. The redhead closed her eyes and Harry slammed into her from behind. Her green eyes were filled with so much lust that he saw against the shower.

Circe was being fucked hard against the wall and the goddess loved every single moment.

"Who do you worship?" Harry growled as he groped her breasts.

"Harry Potter, oh Har-Zod, oh fuck me," Circe cooed, encouraging him, squeezing her cunt muscles against him to milk his incoming cock. She wanted all that he had to offer and his balls slapping hard against her thighs, it was an amazing feeling.

Lily was now on top of Harry's cock and riding it with expert ease. She masterfully worked her hips down onto his invading rod and his most useful tool was clenched hard by her slick velvet walls. His hands touching her body, giving her pleasure, spiking her emotions and her hormones to a new height.

This was the kind of thing that Harry needed and Lily was happy to give it to him. Her walls clenched him, causing her fluids to drench his cock.

Rose was being fucked into the ground and she was glad that she took a potion to give her the added heads up. When Harry's emotions got wild, there was a built up of magic. Lily knew about it and knew that they needed to level the playing field.

When a goddess like Circe was being driven through the paces, Rose was glad that she had every single advantage in the book. His member working so far into her that it could have split her in half had she not been a witch was proof of this.

Circe moaned happily, her pussy was beaten so raw by him.

"MORE!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs and his cock went so far deep into her that it was amazing. His balls slapped against her thighs and she held onto Harry, clenching him as he rode into her. She felt the wall crack against her.

Lily bounced as high as she could go. She nearly took flight but she managed to hold on and work her hips down across Harry's throbbing hard member.

"FUCK!" Harry grunted and Lily's walls clenched him.

"Oh you like that baby, well lay back and enjoy this, oh you're really going to love this," Lily breathed as she rocked her tender backside onto his balls and cooed as she clenched him. She came over and over again and was determined to have her son's seed swimming inside of her body. She wanted to drown on it.

Harry's hands fondled her breasts and Lily threw her head back with a shrieking moan. The fact that her sister was being screwed into a submissive and drooling state, that got the redhead witch all the more horny. She whimpered as Harry kept going onto him.

Their organs met with pleasure and Harry's loins, all of the versions of him, they tightened and his balls were about to launch a flurry of cum into them.

Circe moaned as Harry slammed into her twat with a roar and his cum splashed into her. Several ropes injected into her and she held onto him tightly, clenching his rode and Harry squeezed her breasts.

Lily worked her hips down onto him and he spurted up against her. The wizard's rod injected her with burning seed and Harry felt her collapse onto him.

Rose was also injected with more cum that she could handle. She was fucked cross eyed and drooling but damn if it had not been worth it.

Harry exited the shower as all three women made sounds of sanctification. He saw Kara waiting outside of the door for him with a towel and he was sure that the blonde wasn't the only one, although she was the first one that he saw. He walked out of the bathroom and the blonde threw her arms around Harry's waist as she pulled him into a lengthy hug.

"It's going to be fine, it's going to be okay," Kara told him and Harry lifted her off of the ground to give her a gentle kiss on the lips, which she returned. Her soft lips pressing against his made him feel good.

Kara pushed herself against his body, she lead him into the bedroom where the rest of the Alphas were waiting. They needed a meeting between all of them.

Gotham City was a location where many deals went down and that was no different tonight.

The dark and brooding figure crouched upon a perch, he needed to keep his gaze fixed steady on what was going on underneath his nose. He had no idea what the extent of this deal was, but there were rumblings. The shadows obscured his form from the rest of the world and he perched there, listening keenly for any information that he could find out.

The thugs below him didn't disappoint him at all. His neck craned forwards a little bit as he strained to listen for anything that he could find out.

"So are you in or are you out?"

There was a gruff tone given by one of the sellers, as he gave off a voice that was almost like he went through three packs a day for a very long time. At least that was what could be heard from his voice. He had a scuzzy look, with greasy hair and half of his teeth missing and the other half were rotten.

"I'll let you know when I get a look at the goods, you know that I don't buy shit until I see if it's shit worth buying," The man across from the scuzzy one grumbled as he shook his head.

The buyer looked over the goods closely, the scuzzy man and his bodyguard took a step forward.

"Hurry up, don't want the Cops showing up and finding us here," A voice muttered.

"Fucking cops couldn't even find a donut shop in this city. Plus, you pay those sons of bitches enough money and they'll keep their nose out of anything."

The group nodded at that and all of them crowded around the crates to get a good look at the contraband inside. All of them raised their eyebrows and one of them could not resist making the obvious statement.

"Well you've got to admit, the fat man always comes through on his deal. This shit's pretty fucking good."

There was a second where one of the men snorted and he shook his head. "The fat man, don't you mean the fat ugly bird?"

One of the goons shrugged and looked at the content of the crate like Christmas came early and brought all of the other holidays along for the ride. "Well, whatever you say, you got to admit, shit's pretty good."

"Shit is amazing," The thug agreed as he went through the contraband once and for all.

"So do we have a deal?"

There was a second where the thugs remained quiet and the seller looked at them, a warning gaze in his eyes. "Remember, this isn't an offer that comes around all that often. Either you buy or we find someone else that will and given that this is Gotham City, there are people who would sell their own mother's to a pet store for this."

That was a statement that could not be disproved by any means and the group offered a grumbling grunt to each other.

"Did you hear that?" One of the thugs said as he jumped up suddenly, having heard something in the shadows.

"Ah, what's the matter, scared of a little noise?"

"I'm not fucking kidding! There's something out there," The goon stated with a finger on the trigger of his gun. His hand shook violently and he could barely hold his arm up.

"Ah, maybe it's the Boogey...AH!"

The mocking thug never quite got to finish his sentence, for he was strung upside down by his ankles. Another snap of the cable and he hurled down to the ground. His arm cracked, but he would survive such a fall. It was the type of thing that had to be planned precisely.

A metal orb hit the ground and released a burning cloud of smoke that caused the thugs to stumble around, running around like chicken's with their heads cut off.

It was hard to tell if they were hitting each other in the confusion or if someone else was swooping around. Never the less, legs were taken out from underneath them, heads were clonked together, and faces were smashed into the ground. One of them saw a big black shape that looked like something from his worst nightmares.

There was a huge thump and the man dropped to the ground, his kidneys feeling like they were going to explode. It would cause a lot of damage without being fatal. His face got curb stomped and the final thug collapsed unconscious to the pavement, his fingers twitching.

The figure swooped down to land on the ground and he turned his head to the right side, then to the left side. He ensured that there was no one else around, whether or not it was cops or criminals.

Once he was able to determine that there was no one else there, he took half of a step forward and placed his hand on the crate. He was about ready to see what the contents were inside of it.

The gloved hands pushed open the crate and saw a shipping invoice inside. It was a legit invoice; but the goods listed didn't quite match up with the items that were inside the crate.

He made sure to keep his body in the shadows, ensuring that no one could see him. He disabled the security camera which ensured that there would not even be a photo of him. The only hint of his presence he left was the broken and busted bones of his enemies.

He looked closely through the shipment, it looked like only half of everything that was supposed to be in the crate was there. He took careful not of the contraband, the drugs that were in there. He frowned as he kept combing over everything that was inside that crate.

That was the least of his worries however. He could see that there was another part of the shipment that was missing and he made his way over.

Tracking everything closely through the shadows, he found that there was a truck off to the side. It was disguised in a moving van and the driver was the only one there, standing there inattentive.

He flipped a pellet through the open window, releasing knock out gas that took the driver out. When he was sure that the driver was knocked down, he pressed forward.

The drugs were only one part of the larger shipment and as it turned out, there was another shipment inside the back of the truck.

He picked up the weapon; it was not your typical street fare. Running his gloved hand down it, the detective took careful note of it's make and he knew that these weapons were military grade. They did not come cheap and he was wondering whether or not the average Gotham City thugs were even capable of using them. If they were, it would make them masters of the underworld.

Judging by the type of deal going on, it was expensive but what was the true bargaining chip of the deal? Was it the drugs or was it the weapons?

"FREEZE!"

He heard a voice behind and made a motion as if he was about ready to stick his hands in the air and surrender to them.

Then he turned his hands off to the side and flicked a few gas balls from his gloves. They busted open in the street and released a thick cloud of gas into the surrounding area. He disappeared into the shadows, as they shot at him but he was already gone.

The police watched from the ground shell shocked as they saw him disappear. He swooped off into the distance, resembling a giant bat as he made his way up and out of the way.

The dark figure made his way off into the night, taking the drug sample with him. The weapons were easy enough to be identified but the drug? The drug was an entirely matter entirely. The man underneath the mask didn't know what it was. Even though he was able to prey upon that superstitious and cowardly lot, he didn't have unlimited knowledge.

However, whilst he had no idea what that drug was, he knew someone who could find out.

Bruce thought that tonight's test run was a minor success, although the fact that he got clipped in the back of the leg indicated that he had a lot more to do and a lot more things to tweak.

Harry entered the room alongside Kara, the two of them walking side by side with each other.

Faora was sitting on the edge of the bed; she was dressed in a sheer black negligee and thigh high black stockings. She sat there, she thought that given that she was bred to be a soldier, she wouldn't be surprised by anything, but she was surprised by this.

Diana sat next to her, dressed in a black bra and panties, nice and lacy. She leaned back and wrapped her arms around Harry as he sat down on the bed.

"So...are you feeling better?" Diana asked Harry.

There was a second of pause that might have seemed like an hour with the way that Harry was looking out into the distance. His green eyes swam with a multitude of emotion, but the Alphas or no one else in the Collective bond could hear the angry sound of bees that was going through Harry's head earlier any longer.

"Yeah, much better," Harry admitted and he turned his head slightly.

"But you're still thinking about what happened," Karen concluded and Harry paused for a second. She was sitting there dressed in an ultra thin white nightdress that wrapped around her body, emphasizing her amazing curves.

"I don't think that I'm going to stop thinking about what happened any time soon, but I'm mostly in a better mood than I was," Harry admitted.

Faora didn't say anything, although her hand on Harry's shoulder, let the implied thoughts that went through his mind transfer to her. His green eyes flashed for a few seconds as she locked her gaze onto his. The woman pursed her lips together as she watched her brother.

"You're thinking about the person that killed him," Faora muttered, loud enough to be heard.

Kara looked tense as well and she allowed Harry to take her head onto his lap. Slowly, he stroked his fingers through her hair and said nothing for a moment, although if eyes could talk, they could say only one thing and one thing at all.

Once he found that person, he was a dead man.

Tonight was not the night to do this however, mostly, because he couldn't think straight enough to form a plan. However, his mind was about ready to return to a coherent level and he looked at all of them.

His fingers trailed through Kara's hair and he offered a tense look.

"You couldn't..."

"I'm not blaming this on myself, if that's what you're worried about," Harry told Diana in all sincerity and she nodded, with a serious look on her face.

"That's good, because you shouldn't," Diana whispered gently to him and she stroked Harry's hair as her arm wrapped around him. Karen was sitting on the right side of him and Kara had her head on his lap. Faora was behind Harry, her hands on his neck as she rubbed out any tension she found there.

"Good, blame it on the cowardly son of a bitch that did this," Kara concluded with fire burning through her voice.

Faora smiled at her friend and sister wife. She was not going to lie, she was pleased.

Meanwhile while Harry was in better spirits that he was, he still wanted to see the bastard that did this suffer. It was almost time to go to work.