Ascension 2

Chapter Eight:Times of Transition.

"Hey, Lana."

Lana jumped about ten feet in the air and nearly crashed to the ground when she heard those words the next morning. The nearly twelve year old girl spun around to see Harry standing there, but she couldn't quite meet his eyes. The two of them stood there and stared in silence for a moment before she forced herself to speak.

"Oh, Hey, Harry, I didn't….well I didn't see you, not that I was trying to see you, but I didn't see you, um right there," Lana stammered with a flustered tone to her voice.

"Your acting like you've seen or done, something that you shouldn't," Harry said casually, but in the tone of voice a father used when he knew his child had gotten up to some sort of mischief, which caused Lana to stammer and sputter in denial.

"No! Why would I….I mean….well I wouldn't do that," Lana offered in a small voice and she practically squeaked when Harry placed his hand on her shoulder. There was a second where the young girl stood completely rigid.

'So, do you think you might have had an audience of one last night?' Kara asked Harry with an extreme amount of amusement in her voice, she truly found the entire situation hilarious.

'Well, I noticed the door was partially open when I got up this morning, but I thought that she was out for the count,'Harry stated, things would be much more amusing if the look on Lana's face was not so mortifying. There was a second where Harry wondered what to say, what could he say really.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked her in a quiet voice after a moment of consideration as he rubbed her shoulder gently.

"Yeah fine, fine, just fine!" Lana squealed in a mock cheerful voice. "I've got some...um...homework to do! So if you excuse me, I'll be in my room!"

Harry was not going to bother pointing out the fact that it was technically the middle of the summer time and as a result there wouldn't be any homework for her to do. Well, unless you counted Hogwarts, where the teachers did give summer homework but American Muggle public schools did not.

Nell made her way into the kitchen, wrapped in a dark robe. She was walking a little punch drunk and she staggered forward, but there was a bright smile on her face as she greeted him.

"Hi, handsome," Nell whispered as she wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and cupping her face gently within his hands, he tilted her head up so that he could plant a kiss on her lips, which she returned eagerly. The woman's eyes closed and she let out a soft gasp of pleasure into the kiss when Harry took hold of her wrists gently then moved them behind her back as he kept kissing her strongly.

The two of them broke apart from their kiss a short time later and Harry decided to drop the bombshell on Nell. "I think we might not have locked the door properly when we were having our fun last night."

Pulling away from him, Nell raised her eyebrows in shock and there was a slightly horrified "Oh" etched onto her lips. Despite himself, Harry watched her with a smile on his face.

"I…I thought that she was out for the count. Why….why do you think I made the move when I did," Nell explained to him with a stammer and Harry couldn't help but smile a bit wider due to how cute she looked.

"You've been planning on this for some time," Harry offered Nell and she placed a hand on her hip, which had the unintended side effect of causing her robes to hike up to show off more of her legs. "I knew it, I knew you lured me here to seduce me."

Nell offered him a smile as she wrapped her arms around him again. "We have a different idea of who might have seduced who, but I'm not regretting anything that happened in there."

"If you say so," Harry said to her and Nell pushed him against the wall, her lips finding his in another kiss. The two of them enjoyed the moment they shared, their actions intensifying before they pulled apart.

"I'll give Lana a couple of days to be...well...less weirded out about what she saw," Harry suggested and Nell nodded in agreement.

'Weirded out? I'm not so sure if she was really weirded out, more like you sent her into puberty with your huge cock,' Amanda suggested in an oh so casual voice.

'MANDY!' Emily yelled with a scandalized tone to her voice.

'Well, it's kind of true,' Astoria inputted dryly. 'Just imagine the anticipation that will build up in her mind….what did you say that the comfort point was for when you would allow Mundane girls into the Collective?'

'Fifteen or so,' Harry stated to her. It was different now that he was older.

'That's fair enough,' Daphne admitted. 'Although….'

'At that age they'd be around the same maturity level that we were at eleven, given our rate of aging,'Harry explained.'Technically it's a bit younger, about fourteen or so but magic….'

'Yes, I realize that,' Kara commented with a smile. 'Magic and math is not something that mixes well unless you're quite good at both.'

'That's for sure,' Daphne offered, she realized that most wizards and most authors as well come to think about it, were incapable of basic math. Or logic as it turned out. Which was probably why most students who took it, ended up flunking out of Arithmancy in the first year.

'Yes, well that's beside the point,' Harry said, there was a sense that he would almost amused by the point they trying to make, that is if the situation was not too serious and it was one of those situations that seemed pretty serious.

Nell waited patiently, she wasn't quite in the loop yet, but she had a good idea that there were times where there was a lot more going on in Harry's head than he let on. The woman offered him a smile as she leaned up against him.

"Thank you for having me over," Harry told her most graciously and Nell nodded with a smile.

"It wasn't a problem, Harry, like I said, it technically is your…."

Harry cut her off, by stealing another quick kiss, which she was surprised about. Never the less, she returned it, wrapping her arms around him as they enjoyed another moment together. The taste of Harry's lips were so very intoxicating.

"If you need anything, I'll be at the Kents for a couple of hours," Harry informed her, he had no intention of just sleeping with her and taking off, but he'd offered to help out around the farm while he was visiting.

"See you later, Harry," Nell said with a smile as she watched him leave and what a view it was.

Given what Lana witnessed, she figured that lunch might be a bit awkward, but that was just the nature of the situation. And given what happened, Nell regretted absolutely nothing. Except for checking to see if the door was locked.

She did need a nice long soak in the tub because Harry put her through the paces. She closed her eyes as she thought about their next meeting, which would hopefully be later that evening.

Although, despite the feelings of soreness going through her thighs, Nell Potter felt stronger than ever before. It was a weird situation.

"It's been a while since the two of us have gotten together," Harry said to Jaime as the two of them walked towards a nice little cafe that was near the STARR Industries complex in Metropolis. They'd reserved a private booth in the corner, away from the hustle and bustle of everything.

"Yes, it's been about a week, we've both been super busy," Jaime stated sarcastically as she looked over her shoulder towards him. "Karen and Patricia drew the short straws, so they're dealing with everything that's happening back at STARR."

"Should be interesting to see what develops now that the mergers gone through. The Red Sun's only the first project we've got brewing," Harry told Jaime and there was a bright smile across her face as she nodded.

"Of course, we're going to help a lot of people with that product," Jaime commented. She and Karen had been trying for a few years to more or less dumb down Kryptonian technology so that they could market it for the people on Earth.

Harry, Kara, and Faora, had found a way to do so and the two of them could have smacked themselves for overlooking it, but what was done was done. Plus, they knew that Harry, Kara, and Faora were going to do what they could to make RAO grow stronger and stronger, there was a lot of room for growth given that it was a relatively new company all things considered. Therefore, they needed to get things in order first before they moved forwards, as it stood now if things panned out they were looking to become a billion dollar company in five years.

"So, I'm very pleased with the merger going through, as you might have guessed," Harry told Jaime as the two of them prepared to sit down and be waited on. After ordering their food and drinks, they found that it would take twenty minutes, which would give them time to discuss certain matters they'd been meaning to for a while.

"It's been seven years," Jaime said out of the blue although Harry knew precisely what she was talking about.

"Wow, it's been a long time then," Harry offered her gently as she played with her napkin in an absentminded manner. She closed her eyes and offered a slight but pained smile.

"Yes, it's been a really long time," Jaime agreed as she threw her head back and there was a second where she paused as if to collect her thoughts in a coherent manner. "But given what happened in that world, it feels like I entered an entirely new world."

"Mostly because it was an entirely new world," Harry commented to her with a wide grin and there was a second were Jaime's grinned in response to his own.

"Yes….yes, it's…..it's just like that," Jaime offered as the drinks were delivered.

"The rest of your order will be there in a few minutes," The waitress told them blandly, before she walked away with a bored expression etched on her face.

"That's good, gives us more time to talk," Harry stated in a low voice.

"So how's the watch working?" Jaime asked him and Harry raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift in topic.

"Given the circumstances, it's working far better than I could expect," Harry told her and she nodded.

'You never did tell us what the purpose of the watch was," Amanda stated and Harry glared at her through the bond. She was not sure how he managed it but somehow Harry did. His green eyes flickered in irritation, he would have thought it was clear by now that he didn't like to talk about it. 'Yeah, I know! Sorry! But I need to know….well I don't need to know! But I want to know!'

'You do know….I think I told you that the watch is to allow me to perform resistance training,' Harry said slowly and clearly. There was another reason, but that was a matter between him, his Alphas, and a couple other parties. He would tell the others soon, when he was ready and if he needed to.

He honestly didn't know how serious the problem was right now, having to take the watch off in order to deal with Ares could have drastically changed things. So there was really no need to alarm people, at least until he had a clearer idea of what was going on and when that happened, he'd let the others know.

Harry dug into the soup and the bread that had been delivered to the table and Jaime commented with a smile.

"Starving?" Jaime asked him and there was a second where Harry watched her closely for several seconds before responding.

"Well, given the food in this place is to die for, I figured that it would be a good idea to really indulge myself," Harry replied and she thought that statement sounded about right.

'You know, with undisputed logic like that, it's really kind of hard to argue with you,' Amanda replied and there was a sense the young girl was smiling from the other end of the bond link.

'I'd have to agree,' Rose commented as she kicked back in the study at the manor. She was working with Lily on a project that would hopefully pay off. Given the potential for young females to developed unique abilities every single day, they felt that they would need the proper guidance moving forwards.

The last thing they wanted was the various governments of the world to get their hands on them and cause some kind of havoc. It was a true nightmare scenario if the government, if any government whether it be the United States, the United Kingdom, magical or Muggle, got their hands on the super powered individuals that were out there. Harry shuddered, and he could feel that Jaime was coming up with similar scenarios in her own mind.

"Seven years," Jaime whispered as she shook her head. "Actually nine years, it was after my fifth year and that foul, awful woman. I felt like I needed to get the hell out of the country."

Harry had a feeling that he was going to learn a bit more about Jaime's life before she crossed over to this whole new insane world and he had to admit, while she had his interest before, now she had his full attention.

The wizard listened closely and motioned for his sister to continue her tale.

Jaime Potter had to deal with Umbridge for the better part of nine months. The Ministry had really too much power and while Andromeda had been able to mostly cut them off at the pass. She was glad to be in the United States of America where the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction meant absolutely nothing. Both the United States and Canada were two countries that were out of the Ministry's jurisdiction and Jaime thanked her lucky stars for that.

'Okay Jaime, focus,' She thought to herself as she made her way down a country road.

Smallville, Kansas was one of those quaint little towns and Jaime had managed to find out that she had family there, along with a few properties. She walked up the driveway of a battered property that had a broken and busted sign that said, Kent Farm on it.

She was dressed in casual Muggle attire, a modest white blouse, a skirt that went down past her knees, she had her hair tied back. From there, she wore a pair of glasses that covered her green eyes, and her toned legs were wrapped in a pair of black stockings. She topped things off with high heel shoes, although she noticed quickly that they didn't seem to translate to the country terrain all that well. So a quick transfiguration later, she'd turned her high heel shoes into tennis shoes that worked out rather well.

Stopping at the door to the house, she closed her eyes tightly for a moment and she raised her hand. If she remembered what she read from the papers that she dug up correctly, apparently her cousin Martha lived here after marrying a man named Jonathan Kent. The only problem was the farm was in disrepair, she'd never seen such a mess and she'd visited Ginny at the Burrow.

'Okay, Jaime, it's show time,' She thought to herself after hesitating and remembering that she still had her hand raised. She threw all caution to the wind and knocked on the door. She didn't think that anyone was going to answer for a moment. To make sure, she raised her hand and knocked a bit louder. Her hand knocked at the door again and again.

She heard a noncommittal grunt on the other end of the door and Jaime's eyes widened as the door opened. She saw a scraggly looking man on the other side of the door, looking rather unkempt. He had graying hair and wore ragged clothes, looking like he had not shaved in quite some time.

"What do you want?" He asked in a short and gruff voice. He looked a bit insane and a whole lot bitter.

"I'm here to see Martha Kent…."

"No one by that name lives here!" The rude man stated before he slammed the door in Jaime's face.

Many people would have turned away at such a rude slamming of the door in their face but Jaime Potter was far from most people. She kept her eyes locked on the door and a frown etched over her face. If he thought that she was going to walk away, well she had another thing going.

"I need some information, about a house down the street, the Potter House," Jaime said loudly enough that she would be heard clearly through the door.

"Why don't you ask Lionel Luthor, he owns everything in Smallville!" The man snapped from the other side of the door.

Jaime was even more curious now. She had read the name Lionel Luthor in a few Muggle newspapers, but she wondered what he had to do with this. Even more so considering she legally owned the property in question, so how could he own it?

It was then that a statement Daphne made during their second year chimed through Jaime's head.

'Money talks and bullshit always walks,' Jaime thought to herself with a broad smile on her face. 'Of course it does.'

"Alternate universe Jonathan Kent was a real dick," Harry concluded after this part of a story, privacy charms having been put up to keep their conversation a secret.

"Oh, well, given that he went through some really unfortunate things, I guess we can forgive what happened," Jaime said with a shrug. "Anyway, I was known at Hogwarts for having a nosy streak about a mile long, but given the fact that certain adults were notorious for speaking in cryptic fucking riddles, I suppose it was their own doing that I was so bloody nosy."

'That adult's name wouldn't happen to rhyme with Rumbleroar, would it?' Ginny asked to the group and there was a lot of laughter.

'Given how Dumbledore was, he would be a gold medalist if being cryptic and vague were an Olympic sport,' Vega commented over the bond link to a great deal of amusement and agreement at that thought. There was quite a lot of laughter as well.

"We're getting off the subject," Jaime told them, her irritation at being interrupted quite clear in her tone.

'Of course, finish this story, we're getting to my favorite part,' Karen encouraged her friend.

'Is that because I'm going to meet you?' Jaime asked and there was some laughter at her words, Faora also couldn't resist chiming in with a statement of her own.

'And people say that I have an ego,' Faora stated and there was a second where she paused, before she amended to Karen. 'Mostly you, you're the one who gets off on telling me that I have an ego.'

'I have no idea what you're talking about at all,' Karen commented in a sweet tone of voice.

'Continue Jaime.'

"Okay, before I was interrupted, I was trying to hunt down Lionel Luthor and figure out how he acquired a property that I should have had control of. I don't know what happened to my version of Nell and Lana, but…I'm pretty sure Lionel didn't care where they went but that's beside the point. It took me almost two years, because the Voldemort situation side tracked me. I figured I would return later, only to do so and find out that things had gotten even worse. Especially after Karen escaped from Stasis but it was much too late for her to actually do anything, she got captured by that bastard, Luthor."

Jaime took a moment and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she coaxed herself into continuing.

"The point is that he was keeping something underneath LuthorCorp or rather someone. Being me, I was more than determined to figure out what."

Harry nodded his head as he listened closely to Jaime and she smiled as she prepared to continue her little tale about where she left off.

There were many Luthorcorp facilities in Smallville and in fact all throughout Kansas. This one seemed to be innocent enough on the outside but Jaime knew that things that seemed innocent on the outside, often tended to be rather sinister on the inside. Astoria proved that lesson quite clearly.

'Okay, don't lose your cool, Potter,' She thought to herself as she carefully made her way forwards through the facility with a glowing hand held in front of her. The place was drowning in technology, so if she used too much magic it might short circuit the security system and bring the guards down on top of her head.

This started as a mission to hunt down Lionel Luthor and get some answers, but as she passed a locked door she could sense something on the other side. The witch took a step towards it, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Help me!" A voice rasped from the other side and Jaime bounced backwards onto her heels. She could hear the voice clearly on the other side of the door, but couldn't help but feel like her mind might be playing tricks on her. Biting on her lower lip nervously she moved back towards it.

"Hello?" Jaime asked her and there was a pause before the voice resounded outwards again.

"If you're there, help me! Please help me before it's too late!"

"So did you get lost?"

Jaime turned around to see a young man standing in the shadows. She could not really make out his facial features, but she did see dark hair, a leather jacket, along with a wife beater top. He had tight leather pants on and seemed to have bad attitude to go along with his generic bad boy look. He stared at her, with a leering expression on his face.

"You know, you shouldn't be down here," He commented with a smug grin from the shadows.

"And you are?" Jaime asked coolly as she clenched her fist and prepared to cast a spell, but she stopped before doing so. Perhaps, she had sensed someone who could help her.

"He's not going to be happy that you're down here. You've been snooping around the other facilities, haven't you?" He asked her.

He had the cold blooded stare of a young man who'd been conditioned to do the very worst things in the world. The young man looked at her with narrowed eyes and the young witch stared back with an even more intense look in her eyes. Her hands opened and closed into fists.

"Well if I was, that's really none of your concern, is it?" Jaime asked him and the man's sick smile appeared as he stepped out of the shadows.

Finally able to make out his facial features, she noticed that he had long dark hair that went down past his shoulders and glowing blue eyes, he'd be good looking enough if it wasn't for the nasty look on his face. There was a few seconds where both sides stared each other down with intensity in their narrowed eyes.

"You're not getting out of here alive," He told her like it was the most matter of fact thing in the world and Jaime's eyebrow raised as she kept her eyes locked onto him.

"We're just breaking out all of the old clichés today, are we?" Jaime asked him, she'd been in this situation so many other times before, heard those words from so many different enemies, yet somehow that she'd always managed to escape them alive, so she couldn't help but respond to them with bored indifference. Funny how that worked isn't it?

He moved to grab her at super speed but she managed to dodge at the last second. Call it great reflexes or seeker reflexes or whatever, but she was out of the way so quickly he smashed into the wall face first.

"You're quick on your feet I'll give you that. You know, I do like a girl with…."

He was wrapped up from head to toe in a series of thick cords and struggled briefly for a moment, before going still. That said and done with, Jaime could hear a slight whimpering from the other end of the door.

"Hang on!" She cried to the other person.

"You've got to help me, before it's too late!" The person on the other end of the door yelled. Jaime moved to open it, only for the young man to grab her around the back of the neck and force her down to the ground.

"Forget it! You're not going anywhere!" He growled as he tried to strangle her.

Once again, Jaime Potter found herself staring into the eyes of a hardened psychopath and a killer. Her heart pumped rapidly as she tried to push out of the grip and her eyes were practically bulging out of her head. Her heart kept pounding in her chest as she narrowed her eyes and struggled harder, her hands locked on his arms as she tried to break his grip.

When that didn't have any effect, she focused on the space right between his eyes and managed to blind him with a blinding flare of magic, then knocked him into a canister that was off to the side with a full force banisher that connecter against him with a WHUMP.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and cast a healing spell on her throat, Jaime waved her hand and busted the doors wide open. The witch scrambled forward and sent a few more spells over her shoulder in the direction she heard the thumping of a few more footsteps.

Jaime saw her, handcuffed there, with a crate of several green needles lying on the ground to her side. She looked like an utter wreck, with dirty medium length blonde hair and a tortured look in her eyes. Jaime corked an eyebrow as took in the blond.

"How long have you been there?" Jaime asked her and the woman tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Three weeks, three weeks too long," She managed as she tried to hold herself up. Jaime moved quickly to the blonde in an attempt to try and help her up. The two of them exchanged a look of despair.

"It was Lionel Luthor who kept you here, wasn't it?" Jaime asked her and the blonde nodded feverishly.

"Yes, that bastard polluted my cousin's mind! By the time I got here, it was much too late, damn it! It was far too late," She cursed and then she started hacking, her body wracked by immense pain. Jaime could see the green tinted bracelets and collar that she wore.

"That's making you sick, isn't it?" Jaime asked.

"Yeah, but he made sure that it wasn't enough to kill me. He says that my DNA is too useful to destroy just yet," The blonde told her shakily. "He's….he's mad! He's got to be….but there's someone else trapped here as well."

"Someone else?" Jaime asked her and Karen nodded.

"Yes, a friend of mine, her father….he was one of Luthor's chief business rivals, he had his Demon Spawn kill him or something," The blonde stated as she shook her head, she wasn't clear on the details. But it would be foolish to see that thing as her cousin, because it no longer was. She swallowed the lump in her throat and her eyes were burning, almost watering as she held her head up.

"I see," Jaime murmured as she held her up. "Where is she?"

"One level down. She has the last secrets of Veritas, but her mind could be broken by now," The blonde whispered before she started coughing again, a bit of blood tricking down her mouth.

"Let's get these off of you," Jaime breathed, she carefully tried to remove the bracelets and collar, without creating a chain reaction.

"Thank you," She coughed out but then she sensed trouble. "There's someone coming..."

"Yes, there is, he's coming up behind us," Jaime stated and she asked the question. "Is that…."

"Not any more," The blonde told her firmly as she closed her eyes tight. She had seen a glimpse of him more than a few times and she heard of the horrors that he committed, where he killed every member of his senior class as his senior prank. Innocent people who never did anything in their life suffered because he was bored and needed a laugh. It was not even anyone who killed someone else or even committed any crimes. They were civilians that were caught in the crossfire.

"If he's like you, then he's vulnerable to this," Jaime stated as she summoned one of the needles. "Go, I'll be right behind you."

"Are you…."

"Yes, I'm sure! now go!" Jaime yelled and the blonde nodded before running off.

"You think that you can….AW!"

He'd grabbed her around the wrist only for Jaime to viciously stab him with a needle made of this green meteor rock. She summoned three more needles and used them to pin him against the wall in a crucifix position, then she jammed two more needles into his inner thing and taking hold of the collar snapped it around his neck for good measure.

The young man screamed out in unbearable pain as he was left pinned to the wall and poisoned by the substance.

"So now we were trying to find Kara's friend," Jaime narrated and she paused a moment to catch her breath before she continued to explain. "Kal-El was found by Lionel Luthor in that reality, so I think that we're all glad that he got found by the Kent's here."

'After that story, yes,' Kara thought with a shudder and Karen agreed with the shudder that went through the bond.

'Proceed,' Faora commented, she wanted to hear how the tale turned out.

"She's got to be down here somewhere," Jaime told the blonde and she nodded, as she felt her powers slowly returning. Of course thanks to the effects of the simulated red solar radiation, the Kryptonite, and other methods, she felt extremely weak indeed.

"Just keep your head up, she's down below," Karen whispered weakly as she made her way down a staircase. She had no idea what she was going to do from here.

"DOWN HERE!"

"Helena," Karen breathed out as she looked down the hallway.

"I'M IN HERE!"

The two of them skidded to a stop and they held their heads up a little bit before they headed in the direction the voice came. The two of them came to a halt in front of a metal door and Karen reached forwards to open it.

Only for Jaime to grab her by wrist and stop her from doing so, Karen stared at her for a moment with narrowed eyes waiting for her to explain her actions.

"Be careful. That door could be rigged," Jaime told her and Karen nodded in agreement as she took a step backwards.

She waited for Jaime to scan the door, to ensure that they didn't activate a Kryptonite bomb or something else on the other end. Jaime ran her hands all over the door with her eyes closed as the spell relayed the information to her.

'Okay, here goes nothing, and I do mean nothing,' She stated as she prepared to bust the door open.

There was an explosion that echoed through the hallway as the door was blown completely off of it's hinges. This revealed their path down to the source of the screams. There was a set of stairs that lead them into a basement area and a pair of guards had been knocked out by the door blasting into the room.

"Kara, I'm over here, you need to….you should have gotten out of here when you had the chance," Helena managed weakly as she tried to get her throat to work but she desperately needed a sip of water her throat was so dry. It was hard for her to breathe or even think.

"Not without you, I'm not," Karen told her in a firm voice, there was something in her voice that sounded almost like a quiver but she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. She felt her throat close up a little bit but she managed to force it out. The blonde's hand was grabbed by Jaime who squeezed it reassuringly. The two of them looked at each other and a new found resolve found it's way into their eyes.

"I'm going to blast that door down, then I'm going to detonate these chemicals, get ready to run," Jaime told her and there was a sense that she was half expecting not to get out of here, at least alive.

Given that she was the Master of Death, there was a whole of lot that she could survive but at the same time, it might not be a good idea to tempt fate. Regardless, Jaime took a step forward and prepared to open the door. There was a moment where she paused to lean her head forward and take a deep breath, before doing exactly what she said she was going to. The dark haired woman tapped her finger on the door and it swung open.

Helena sat there in the shadows; her normally sleek dark hair completely unkempt and extremely greasy, to the point where the slime and the grime was basically rolling off of her face. She tried to get up, although now Jaime could see that her legs had been broken.

Jaime had found it well worth her effort to learn healing magic and it'd served her well time after time.

"I'm going to heal you, just hold on," Jaime whispered to her and she helped Helena up to a sitting position so she could work properly.

Helena felt the pain of her broken legs; they'd actually been broken several times in the couple of weeks since she'd been abducted alongside Kara. They had some kind of technology they could use to partially heal them before breaking them again.

"Okay, that feels much better actually," Helena whispered as Jaime worked her over and she readjusted to the light. " Thank you, It's most definitely appreciated."

"Not a problem," Jaime said as she held her up to her feet. "Kara are you…."

"Yeah...but I'm surprised Kal hasn't found his way down here," Karen said softly as she didn't know what happened to him.

To be honest, Jaime didn't really feel good about this situation. The dark haired witch closed her eyes as she scanned the area. She half expected for him or someone else to tear their way down here and attack her, despite the fact she used the green Kryptonite on him. She should have AK'd the bastard in order to make sure that he stayed down.

"Okay, the chemicals are set to go off in two minutes. Let's get out of here," Jaime told them after she used several charms that would cause an explosion after a short delay. "And if I don't make it through, it's an honor."

"No one is being left behind," Helena stated firmly with her jaw set and her eyes flickered with determination.

"Ominous, ominous words," Harry commented as he looked across to Jaime with a raised eyebrow and he waited for her to continue, when she didn't after a couple of moments pause he couldn't help but ask. "So….your story, are you going to finish it?"

"In a minute," Jaime said as she tried to savor the moment, but she was also wanted to collect her thoughts. "It's just something that Helena said "No one was going to be left behind." We made it out of there with a bang, and I'm pretty sure that only three of us got out of there, but only two of us made their way here."

Harry smiled as he waited for Jaime to collect her thoughts and the two of them stared lovingly into each other's identical emerald green eyes. Taking her hands in his, Harry offered one word with an encouraging smile on his face.

"Continue."

So Jaime did in fact continue after collecting her thoughts for a brief moment.

Jaime knew that she mustn't lose sense of herself, especially when she was so close yet so far, from getting out of here. She pretty much saw the light at the end of the tunnel and as a result she took another step forwards, with every one she got closer and closer. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest as she looked over her shoulder to see if her two wounded companions were keeping pace with her.

Karen was bringing up the rear and Helena followed closely behind. She had stolen some equipment from one of the guards.

"This is like a maze," Karen whispered in frustration as she looked towards Jaime. "Do you think that we're going to make it or not?"

Jaime was silent for a second as she tried to figure out what she needed to do. The word impossible was not really a part of her vocabulary. She leaned over to place her hands on a nearby railing. She used another scanning spell to get a feel for where they were and she saw the heat signatures moving quickly in their direction, but they were still a fair distance away yet.

'Okay, this shouldn't be a problem, at least I hope that it isn't,' Jaime said to herself but then she heard the voices.

"SPREAD OUT! MR. LUTHOR WANTS THEM ALIVE!"

Jaime would really hate to disappoint Mr. Luthor, but quite frankly she didn't want to deal with any more of his shit, so she levitated several of the boxes and placed them on the landing to create a makeshift barricade. It would only stall them for mere seconds but mere seconds were something that they needed.

"Okay, we've got to keep moving," Jaime told both of the girls and Karen nodded, biting down on her lip so hard that it nearly bleed.

"I don't know if we're going to make it out of here or not," Karen stated in an extremely fretful voice as she looked towards the ground and Jaime reached over to her to grab her by the hand. She squeezed it reassuringly for a brief moment and Karen looked up at Jaime.

"Don't worry. It's going to be fine," Jaime stated in a reassuring but firm voice and Karen felt some courage escalate through her. It was unlike anything that she had ever felt before.

"Now or never," Helena offered them firmly.

"It's going to be now," Karen said to Jaime, who's eyes widened as she had a thought, she looked around in order to make sure she had enough space.

"I'm going to try something, get ready," Jaime warned both of them and they braced themselves as she draw her wand from it's holster and raised it in front of her.

Well, it was not technically her wand, it was more like THE wand, the wand that may have allowed her to survived Tom's last temper tantrum due to mastering the three artifacts. She'd seen the binding ritual for them but she hadn't gotten around to doing it yet.

If she got out of here alive, she might be able to consider it.

"Don't hesitate," Helena whispered as she and Karen pushed over several of the crates, trying to form a bigger barrier.

Jaime closed her eyes tightly and she felt a well of energy. The wand was supposed to be able to breach the barriers of time and space. As a result, only one thought echoed through the back of her mind.

'Some place but here, any place but here,' Jaime commented to herself.

That was a mantra that echoed through her head like a wicked symphony, but never the less, it was perhaps a mantra that kept her focused on what she needed to do. It kept herself from wilting in despair. The woman closed her eyes and she felt the magic course outwards through her.

Purple energy erupted from the tip of the wand to create a rift in time and space in front of her and one thing was obvious as she prepared to step through the portal.

If they walked through this portal, no matter what, there was no turning back. They had to step through it now and be prepared to leave everything behind.

It did hit Jaime at that moment that between all three of them, they had nothing left to leave behind. So with nothing left to lose, the group prepared to slip through to the other side, heading into what might as well be the great unknown.

Jaime led the charge, going through the portal first. Having traveled the magical way a few times, she knew this was going to be unpleasant. Yet, she knew that staying here was going to be even more unpleasant so ready or not, here she comes.

Karen was the next one to follow. She had come to this world after the loss of her planet and she came here to build a new life. However, the horrors she experienced in the short time that she had been awake was far worse than the end of Krypton.

Helena's life was one of tragedy but she held her head up high. Her heart hammered steadily as she recalled her parent's final words that she should be brave, no matter what. She understood that much and swallowing the lump in her throat she stepped through the portal.

Karen and Jaime popped out on the other end of the portal, ending up in the middle of the bright lights and the big city that was Las Vegas. Their clothing was tattered from being pushed out of the portal and both of them landed on their feet, staggered but mostly in good spirits or at least good enough spirits were they not so confused.

One of their numbers was missing however.

'So, do you have any idea what happened to her?' Zatanna said in a really serious voice.

Jaime did the mental equivalent of shrugging through the link.'No, I really wish I did. I'd be at peace if I did, but since I don't….well you get the picture, don't you?'

'Yes, I know, we searched for years and nothing,' Karen thought before she decided to offer one statement. 'Of course, given the nature of time and space,she could have come out so far into the past or so far into the future that it wouldn't make any difference.'

'Oh magic, will you ever make sense?' Daphne asked in annoyance as she shook her head. She had been growing up with magic her entire life and even then there were times where it baffled her.

'Well, magic would not be magic if it was easily explainable by common sense and logic, it would be quite mundane,' Vega chimed in.

'Yes, thank you, Professor Black-Potter,' Daphne offered icily.

'You're quite welcome Miss Greengrass-Potter,' Vega fired back through the bond link.

"That might have been my second most thrilling escape," Jaime offered with a shrug and Harry raised an eyebrow. She was not going to make a statement like that without another prompt to tell the story.

"And your first would be…."

"What I had to do to get out of Malfoy Manor during what would have been my seventh year, had I not been on the run with Ginny and Daphne from Death Eaters," Jaime stated and she amended. "Well, my Ginny and Daphne. Hermione was with us for a bit but she...ugh no I don't want to get into it…."

Jaime allowed herself a moment to compose herself, thinking about what Hermione did to the three of them always made her furious.

"Mrs. Weasley would have had a stroke given what we were up to, though a stroke might have been a lot better than my Bellatrix carving her up like a Christmas goose," Jaime stated remembering Molly's attempt to be a hero during the final battle and her failing badly.

'That sounds like a logical conclusion,'Bellatrix stated casually. She shuddered to think of herself ever being beaten by Molly Weasley in any way whatsoever. Which included sucking cock, which Molly was said to be a master of back when she was in Hogwarts.

Maybe in Bizarro world, but even there, it would too absurd for logic to accept and reality would shatter around them.

"So, I need details, if they're half as sorrid as I think they might be," Harry pressed on and Jaime smiled towards him.

"And you'll get them, in all of their no children under the age of seventeen admitted glory," Jaime agreed as she milked the anticipation for all it was worth in his mind.

"I can hardly wait," Harry offered with a smile and he invited Jaime to tell the story.

Jaime was not about to skimp out on the details, so she jumped into the story that she was going to tell with relish. She just hoped that she could give it the proper justice that it deserved.

Jaime Potter currently found herself a guest in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. It was overly pompous and obviously overcompensating for something, but given that Draco and Lucius obviously were overcompensating for something every day of their life, it was obvious that their home was going to have the same kind of qualities. Never the less, she was in the dungeon, waiting to be interrogated after they got captured by snatchers.

In hindsight, if the Order had a few brain cells in their body, they could use the Taboo to their advantage to lay a trap, but they'd never been the brightest bulbs in the box.

'Okay, I don't think that I've been in a worse situation then I'm in now….actually I'm pretty sure that I have been,' Jaime thought to herself as the chains were….well the chains were not going to give.

"It's time."

Bellatrix LeStrange had arrived in all her glory. The woman's eyes flashed with malice, although there was a hint of a seductive nature within them. Her dark curls wrapped around her face and her violet eyes burned extremely bright.

"Let's go," Bellatrix whispered as she hoisted Jaime up by the throat and wrapping a chain within her hand lead her from the room. "It's time for you and Auntie Bella to play."

Bellatrix lead Jaime to her chambers and Jaime eyed the items on the wall a bit nervously. There were a few toys on the wall, alongside some whips and some handcuffs.

"You're going to tell me what you know about that sword, you little bint," Bellatrix demanded as she caressed Jaime's cheek, her nail digging into the soft and tender flesh.

"I don't know anything, I'm so confused," Jaime said with a pleading whimper, deciding that she needed to do something to save herself. Faking a breakdown might be worth it so she started to sob.

Jaime lost herself, the rattling chains were loose enough she could grab Bellatrix's robes.

"Please! I'm just a weak, pathetic half blood! I should have never fought him, I'm too weak!" Jaime yelled at the top of her lungs as she grabbed Bellatrix by the leg. "I need you to put me in my place."

"Your place?" Bellatrix asked, this wasn't something that she expected so it threw her completely off guard.

"Yes," Jaime breathed heavily, as she made sure her shirt gave way to expose a tiny bit of her cleavage.

Bellatrix paused for a second and Jaime's eyes got extremely wide and lust filled.

"Please, show me how a strong pureblood like you show this dirty half blood slut what to do," Jaime panted as she parted her robes. She added in a purr. "Please mistress…"

For a second, Bellatrix tried to lift an arm to hex her, but she found her panties pulled down and any thoughts of violence were tossed to the side, as she lost herself to pure unrestrained lust.

Bellatrix felt her legs parted and the talented tongue of Jaime Potter go between her legs. No matter what she tried, she could not even to stave off this oral invasion not that she tried all that much. This wet pink organ scraped over Bellatrix's dripping slit, licking and slurping at her. She closed her eyes, her thighs closing in response to this.

"Oh, fuck," Bellatrix moaned and Jaime's hands wrapped around her thighs, working around them and working her tongue deep into her.

Jaime was happy that she responded in such a manner and kept it up, no matter what. She was determined, bound and determined to bring her to an orgasm quickly. She taunted and teased the tender pussy flesh between her tongue. Her tongue kept burying and going deeper into her.

Bellatrix grabbed the back of her head for leverage, feeling it brush against her. Her tongue, it was really amazing and Jaime was going to pick up the pace.

She tried something really different, rattling her tongue in the quivering quim of Bellatrix Lestrange. The dark haired witch felt nothing but a rush between her legs. No matter what, Jaime was going to lick and work her over. This tongue, it felt amazing and Jaime continued to work her over.

"SWEET MORGANA!" Bellatrix shrieked.

There was a momentary smile, triumph resounding through the eyes of Jaime and she kept licking this tempting mound. The pureblood pussy was delicious and she sucked the juices from it, bringing more down upon her tongue, slurping and suckling the juices.

Jaime kept working the hot pussy over and Bellatrix's thighs clamped around her head. No matter what, she could not begin to appreciate how amazing this was. She felt the breathing and the pressure escalate, her thighs clamped around the face of the young girl.

Bellatrix had had many witches in her day, but never excelled at the passions of this art as Jaime Potter did. Each pass of her tongue in her moist peach, if made her feel good.

The door creaked up and Narcissa popped up to see what her sister was doing and saw that she was being pleasured by the tempting young tongue of the girl that was on her knees. Narcissa felt her nipples get extremely hard and she felt extremely faint and very flush. Her cheeks got even rosier, and no matter what, she could not even keep her growing lust in check.

"So good, but….need to return the favor," Bellatrix breathed as she fumbled with the robes of the young witch.

Jaime felt Bellatrix's experienced fingers go between her thighs, working her over, manipulating the tender young flesh. No matter what, these actions drove her into heaven and her heart beat even quicker as she closed her eyes.

"Yes," she whimpered, her tongue finally escaping from her quim and Narcissa was now down on the ground.

"Don't be a stranger, Cissa, join us," she breathed with a panting sensation going from her mouth.

The youngest Black Sister rose to the challenge, deftly parting the thighs of the young witch beneath her and joined her sister in licking her inner folds.

Jaime felt pure bliss with every lick, every kiss, every inch of her hot and delicious tongues caused her to be brought into new pleasures.

"FUCK!" she yelled as she moaned, bucking her hips up slightly. No matter what, they were experts at pleasuring her.

"Time to take this to the next level," Bellatrix offered as she summoned a magical dildo. She strapped it to her.

"Oh, put it in me, please," Jaime pleaded and Bellatrix pushed between her legs. The dildo stretched out the young girl's walls, causing her an immense amount of pleasure.

Jaime pumped her hips up, feeling her own walls get even tighter around her. No matter what, she had to have this pleasure and it increased, going through her. She panted, feeling her walls clench tight as Bellatrix gave her pussy a working over.

"YES, YES, FUCK YES!" Jaime moaned as Bellatrix drilled into her with the dildo.

"That's it, you're a dirty girl," Bella groaned as she squeezed the tender young mounds of Jaime Potter and pushed the dildo deep into her.

"Yes, a dirty fucking girl, your dirty girl, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs. She felt no matter what that she could take this hard fucking. Her thighs were parted as Bellatrix continued to work into her.

Narcissa fingered herself, pushing her finger so far deep in her pussy.

"Come on, Narcissa, fuck my ass, show this dirty little half blood slut, oh a good time," Jaime moaned and Bellatrix moaned for the toy.

Narcissa was stripped, showcasing her firm and fit pussy. She prepared to invade Jaime's ass with the strap on, pushing it between her tender young cheeks.

"FUCK BABY!" Jaime moaned as Narcissa hammered into her from behind, working over her young ass. Her hands were on Jaime's waist as Jaime was being drilled like the wanton slut she looked like. Her eyes flashed with pleasure.

"Damn, you're so fucking hot," Bellatrix moaned.

The two Black sisters continued to have their fun with the young Potter girl, taking both of her holes but Jaime's hands all over their breasts, it caused them unrestrained desires as well.

The next thing Bellatrix knew, she was on the ground, juices draining from her pussy. Her ass was parted and there was a huge crack that resounded off her rump.

"Now it's my show," Jaime growled as she slapped Bella's tight ass. She left a red mark, looking very pleased with that.

"Oh, such a dirty, dirty, fucking girl," Bellatrix moaned and Jaime cracked her in the ass again.

Narcissa was chained against the wall but her turn would come soon. Right now, she watched Jaime raise a dildo and plunge into her dripping hot pussy.

"FUCK!" Bellatrix shrieked out loud as the dildo went as far into her pussy as it could manage.

"That's right bitch, that's what we're going to do, we're going to fuck," Jaime told her and she strapped it on her, before hammering her from behind.

"Oh, Morgana, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Bellatrix mewled.

Bellatrix's breasts were cupped and this girl had turned the tables on her. She watched her sister chained to the wall, hopelessly horny as Jaime Potter kept drilling her sopping wet cunt.

She had forgot the reason that she brought this girl to this Mansion, all Bellatrix knew was the fact that her pussy was getting stretched out by this toy. Each push into her, it stretched her walls out and caused her eyes to bug out.

Narcissa was not neglected either, she was beckoned over and Jaime's fingers were pushed into the dripping hot cunt of the pureblood witch.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Narcissa moaned as Jaime worked her fingers into her pussy.

Narcissa's quim was worked over and Jaime tasted the delicious juices of the pureblood witch. She agreed that they tasted good and she shoved them into Bellatrix's mouth.

"You dirty slut, eating your baby sister's cum," she mewled in Bellatrix's ear and Bellatrix closed her eyes as Jaime hammered into her sopping hot cunt from behind with the toy.

Bellatrix murmured in agreement that she was a slut and Jaime forced her to eat Narcissa's pussy.

Narcissa reared her head back in pleasure, the talented young of her older sister being licked and slurped into her pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Narcissa managed.

"That's a good girl, give her pussy a good licking, and I won't hurt you," Jaime growled as she slammed into her pussy from behind with the toy.

No matter what, she was another pureblood slut that was guided by the whims of her pussy, just like those bitches at Hogwarts were. Jaime smiled as she hammered into her cunt from behind and Bellatrix was down on the floor.

She felt Jaime channel her own cum through the dildo, splashing into her pussy. Bellatrix shrieked as she clamped around the toy like a perfect vice like grip and milked it.

"Oh, you're so hot, I'm going to fuck you into the night, isn't that right?" Jaime breathed as she nibbled on Bellarix's ear.

"Yes…"

"Yes what, you slut," Jaime growled in her ear.

"Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress," Bellatrix moaned as Jaime hammered into her and the woman pressed her mouth up to Bellatrix's ear.

"That's a good slut," Jaime growled as she kept working into her.

The two Black Sisters had their fun with the Girl-Who-Lived in the Malfoy Manor dungeons. They were mentally making plans to kidnap Andromeda so they could complete the set but naturally it was well within Jaime's capabilities to call her here.

"And that's how I escaped the dungeons of Malfoy Manor," Jaime offered in a half amused half smug tone and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, no one can deny that you're not creative," Harry said.

'Yes, I'd give that one a ten out of ten,' Charlotte chimed in through the bond link and the dark haired woman sighed. 'Well, you were in a pinch and you took a risk.'

'And it's a risk that paid off, that was a wild night,' Jaime offered, though this realities version of Bellatrix and Narcissa were highly confused.

'I can't believe I fell for that,' Bellatrix remarked.

'Bella, you do realize that's an alternate version of yourself and not this version of yourself, don't you?' Andromeda asked.

'I realize that! But it's merely the principle of the matter,' Bellatrix commented with her arms folded and a sigh.

'Mum, are you pouting?' Vega chimed in happily through the bond, it was highly amusing to her to see and hear her mother acting like this.

'No! I'm just disgusted that my counterpart fell for something entirely obvious like that….but at least the sex was good,' Bellatrix stated, knowing from first hand experienced that sex with Jaime Potter was always completely satisfying. There was really no question about that.

'I'm glad you approve,' Jaime commented with a winning smile that was coupled with a mock salute.

'Of someone like you? Always,'Bellatrix offered in a cheerful voice as she leaned back in her chair. 'The four of us….actually just invite everyone because it'll just turn into a fucking orgy anyways, so why put a limit on it?'

'Well that does make an insane amount of logic,' Harry admitted through the bond link and Andromeda nodded her agreement.

'In Bellatrix's world, it kind of does,' she admitted as she brushed her hands through her hair.

Harry smiled, he would be catching a flight back to Gotham in a little bit, but right now he sat back and relaxed with Jaime to tell some stories.