05
Before Severus Snape followed Dumbledore into the United States, he had envisioned many scenes - a gorgeous villa, a boy who was raised arrogant and difficult to discipline, and groups of servants who served him. All kinds of questions asked out of curiosity, or all kinds of questions asked out of embarrassment and contempt...
If he had to say it, he didn't want to come - a wealthy Muggle son who didn't know what humility was, was only a little less troublesome than a Potter.
Not to mention, this is a Potter!
"You have to correct your attitude, Severus," Dumbledore warned him before disembodiing, "otherwise how can the other party trust us?"
"In my opinion, the whole thing is very ridiculous, Headmaster." Snape said solemnly, "Since you told me that the guardianship of little Potter is in the hands of an American Muggle, this matter has become ridiculous. ——I thought you promised everyone that you would send him to a safe place."
"I originally found a safe place for him," Dumbledore said calmly, "Although there was an accident along the way, the result is not bad now."
"What do you mean by 'not bad'?" Snape sneered without any shame.
At this moment, the two of them received the permission approved by the United States Ministry of Magic and immediately apparated away from the place. Not long after, they appeared in front of a manor that could be said to be lightweight.
"His safety has been guaranteed, and he has also received a good education." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stepped forward and rang the doorbell at the door of the house. "Judging from the photos displayed to the public, he is living a very good life. , has a father and brothers.”
Snape sneered.
"Then I just hope that this wealthy gentleman can accept the fact that his son is a wizard."
At this moment, the door was opened. Snape subconsciously closed his mouth and prepared himself, but when he turned his eyes to the visitor, he couldn't help but frown.
"How did you get through the gate of the manor?" The person who opened the door was a boy, "Magic?"
He looked obviously unhappy, and Snape could feel the other person's eyes looking up and down at his group, even though he was just a boy who looked only 30 years old.
"If you enter other people's territory without notification, I can kick you out."
The boy declared so, and Snape keenly noticed that for some reason, there was a pair of knives behind the child's back... and the childish-looking hands were on the handles of the knives, as if they were about to pull them out in the next second. come out.
"Damian!"
There was an exclamation in the house, and then a thumping sound came closer and closer. Snape saw the child being picked up and put aside.
"No trouble!" The young man who picked up the child said helplessly, and then showed a bright smile to the two wizards. I have to say that he is very handsome, and his pair of blue eyes can make people very happy. Good impression, "Hello, I am Dick, Dick Grayson, Harry's eldest brother, and this is Damian - you are the professors at Hogwarts, right?"
Dumbledore smiled and chatted with the other party, but Snape looked warily at the boy who was taken aside by his brother. The other boy crossed his arms and looked at the adults with squinting eyes. Although he was only eight years old, he The arrogance on his face could surpass that of many powerful adults, which made Snape even less optimistic about little Potter's situation.
However, this is not a problem that he is wary of.
He stared at the two knives behind the boy - judging from the sounds the boy made when he walked, these knives... were probably not toys.
"...Oh, Harry is just a little, you know, he is a little uneasy." He heard the young man named Dick say, "Well, can you tell us about the wizarding world so that we can understand it first?"
06
When Harry was lifted off the quilt, he opened his eyes and saw the person he least wanted to see at the moment.
"Damian!" He immediately woke up and slapped Damian's hand grabbing his collar away. He jumped up from the sofa at Jason's house and took a few steps back to prepare for the next step. Be prepared to be attacked in seconds and fight back, "What do you want to do?"
The two boys stood in front of the sofa and the other behind the sofa, green eyes looking at each other, silence spreading between them.
Harry realized something was wrong.
He pursed his lips, frowned and looked at Damian's face, feeling that it didn't look like he was about to start a fight.
Overall, although Damian and he always fight and quarrel, but because of this, Harry can pat his chest and guarantee that he knows his only brother better than Dick - yes, brother, although this The words can only be screamed in the heart. The annoying Damian never allows Harry to call him brother. He thinks that Harry is just a little older (actually more than a year old), which is completely incompatible with Dick's age difference. compared to.
"Damian?" Harry rubbed his eyes, tilted his head and said, stretched out his hand and shook it, his expression became serious, "If you lift my quilt early in the morning just to tell me that you are stupid, I swear I will take care of you for the rest of my life..."
"Potter, shut up right now!" Damian said immediately, "I have a deal here."
Harry blinked in confusion.
"I think the trade should go to Tim." Since it was a trade, he was not so urgent, so he resumed his slow tone and said slowly, "He is very good at making deals. I think Bruce In the future, I will delegate all company meetings to him.”
Damian clicked his tongue: "This has nothing to do with Derek."
Harry blinked and let out a long breath. He climbed over the couch and plopped down, cradling the pillow Jason had thrust into his arms.
"Tell me." He said slowly, "I'll give you...um...three minutes." After saying that, he patted the empty space next to him.
Damian didn't sit down, but stared at him very seriously, which confused Harry even more.
For a long time, he waited for Damian to speak.
"I need you to be a wizard." Damian said, "Go to a wizard's school."
Without half a second's hesitation, Harry threw the pillow into Damian's face and threw himself on him as if to cover him to death.
"I shouldn't have expected anything from you," Harry sighed. Harry made a pitiful expression. Harry immediately said, "Rest in peace, Damian."
"It would be a waste of your talent not to be an actor, Potter." Damian quickly got out from under the pillow and grabbed Harry's arms with his backhand. The two boys began to compete in front of the sofa again, " I am amazed every time I see your face-changing stunts."
At this time, two carrots hit them, preventing another war from happening here.
"Get out of here!" Red Hood and Impatient Jason poked his head out of the kitchen and roared through gritted teeth, "This is my home! Didn't the old man send you all to school? Why don't you have any homework to do? !”
07
In a fast food restaurant, Harry and Damian each ordered a set meal and enjoyed the pleasure of eating junk food for breakfast.
"So," Harry was finally able to speak calmly after being soothed by cheeseburgers. He put his arms on the table, resting his face on his palms, and asked curiously, "What's the deal you're talking about?"
Although his expression expressed curiosity, as if he were an ordinary eleven-year-old, Damian read the 'talk nonsense and then fight' vibe.
"Don't be such a girl, this position makes your face look like a big pie," Damian said mercilessly, and then he reluctantly suppressed his disgust and started talking about what he wanted to talk to Harry. "I need you to be a wizard - at least get a wizard's household registration, or student registration, graduation certificate or examination certificate."
"Sorry," Harry tilted his head slightly, "What does 'you need' mean?"
"It means I need it." Damian said in a commanding tone, "I need you to be a wizard for me."
"Do you still want to fight again?" Harry paused, then grinned and said quickly, "We can start again after leaving the store."
"No, you idiot, listen to me!" Damian took out his mobile phone from his pocket, placed it in the middle of the table, and showed Harry the photos in it, "Look here - this is what I am going to raise." Messengers, pets and mounts.”
Harry glanced at him silently, then leaned over with a long face, and realized that these photos should have been taken by Damian with his phone in front of a book, and there were photos in the book, such as snow sculptures. There were strange two-headed snakes, small furry things, and some things that didn’t look like normal animals anyway... When he turned to the last picture, he said: "Where did you get this picture from? "Power" game"?"
"No, this is a dragon," Damian said, "You have no clue." "A real dragon!"
If it were anyone else, he might still be confused about what Damian meant. But unfortunately, it was not the first day that Harry met Damian. From the time Damian officially joined the family, their lives were closely related and full of competition. As the saying goes, you have to know your enemy.
So Harry knew Damian.
"Are you kidding," Harry's green eyes widened, "You want to raise them, so you need me to be a wizard?!"
"You must have a wizard household registration before you can register it legally." Damian was also quite unhappy with this point, obviously unwilling to let Harry buy 'his' pets. "You can only learn to take care of and know them from professionals - I I hope that when you gain power in the wizarding circle, your first order will be to 'allow non-wizards to raise magical creatures'."
"You're kidding," Harry thought he might not have woken up yet, so he slapped himself in the face, "Damian, you know I won't listen to you, right? I won't be a wizard."
"You are a wizard, you don't need to 'be' a wizard," Damian corrected impatiently, "Potter, this may be your last chance to contribute to the world, as someone who lives under the same roof as you. I advise you to hold on to the man who is under you."
For the first time, Harry seriously considered whether sewing Damian's mouth shut would help contribute to the world.
"No." He declared again, "I will not be a wizard. Don't think too much about it. Bruce will not let you raise it - in the end, it is a dragon, and you cannot raise a dragon in the Wayne Mansion."
"You know where to go," Damian said. "There is a base for breeding dragons in Romania. You just need to use your household registration and reputation to get through those connections and get an egg. You won't be responsible for it after that."
"I'll ask you about your fame later - Damian, not even the Batcave." Harry mouthed, and then said in a normal tone, "No, don't even think about it, I won't do it. As a wizard, I will continue training, replace Tim as Robin, go to school in Gotham until I graduate from Gotham University, and officially work alone like Dick, I am not interested in magic - no," he suddenly reacted, " Wait a minute—who introduced you to the new world?”
There was no way Damian could find pictures of this magical creature on his own, otherwise the Wayne Mansion would have been turned upside down.
So when he asked this question, he was gentle, just like a teacher's favorite child asking a question - but there was murderous intention hidden in this gentleness.
When Damian heard him talking like this, he let out a '—tt—' sound. Generally speaking, when Harry Potter Wayne speaks in this tone, it's best to leave him alone.
But even if he didn't answer, Harry reacted very quickly. In Damian's memory, it was almost the first time that he showed anger so quickly and completely.
"Who found the wizard home?" Harry continued softly, "Who wrote a reply for me?"
"Grayson." Damian betrayed Dick without a second's hesitation.
He didn't say that Bruce asked Dick to do it - of course his father couldn't be betrayed.
But Dick can.
"If I have to learn magic," Harry said extremely gently, "when I become a wizard, the first thing I will do is curse Dick to never find a lover - a boyfriend or a girl. Not even friends.”
08
Harry drank his Diet Coke slowly.
"Potter, I said, this is a deal." Damian knocked on the table and reminded, "This means that as long as you agree, you can make a condition with me."
"You want me to abandon my life plan," Harry said dissatisfied, "and then make another condition - you must never go to a negotiation meeting in the future, Damian."
"I didn't let you abandon your life plan, and I was never afraid of fighting with you, because obviously I would win," Damian declared arrogantly, and then pointed out one point, "It's you who refuse to face yourself, Potter, I just want you to face it and take advantage of your bloodline."
Harry flattened his mouth and continued to bite the coke without saying anything.
"Okay," Damian made up his mind. Generally speaking, he didn't do this because it would be very annoying to deal with it later. "Potter - look, I don't want to say it a second time - father won't do it because you are not an ordinary person." Humanity and kick you out of your home.”
Harry paused, then looked at him in shock.
"Yes, I know what you are thinking," Damian said sarcastically, "It is not difficult to guess the thinking of mortals."
"No," Harry said with a regretful expression, "I was thinking, I should start a recording and record what you said - who knows when the next time you will be so 'normal'? Maybe it will have to wait until the sun Come out from the west."
09
When Snape drank his third cup of tea, he found that Dumbledore was still chatting with the blue-eyed young man. He thanked the old butler who brought the tea, and was about to remind Dumbledore that they were here to see little Potter and his guardians. When the door to the hall opened with a bang, two boys rushed in - — due to similar hair color and eye color.
"Don't walk ahead of me, Potter, unless you agree to my deal—"
"Damian, I don't want to talk to you right now-"
"I can give you one-third of my weapon collection—"
For a moment, Snape thought he saw twins, but soon he realized that one of them was a familiar face.
"Dick!" The boy walking in front shouted the young man's name. The moment he saw the living room, he stopped arguing with his brother and stood there. After scanning the entire living room, he smiled slightly. "Hey, Dick, I didn't know you had company," he said, "Damian and I went upstairs."
After saying that, he raised his legs and ran away, as if he didn't see the wands in the hands of these two people and the robes on their bodies.
"Wait, Harry!" Dick quickly dragged the younger brother back and said, half coaxing and half commanding, "You can't just go upstairs and meet Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Snape."
"But I still have unfinished homework." The boy raised his head slightly, flattened his mouth, and blinked his green eyes, obviously troubled, "I have to go upstairs to finish my homework."
That expression, that tone, that demeanor can really make anyone sad and cry. Even Snape felt pity for a moment because of those green eyes that seemed to be filled with tears. Of course, only for a moment.
"I say it again, Potter, it's your loss if you don't go to showbiz to shine." Another boy commented.
10
It was Dick who finally resolved Harry's temper.
Dick, always the good brother, manages all his brothers and knows what their weaknesses are.
"These two are old acquaintances of your parents," he leaned into Harry's ear and whispered to him. "Mr. Snape was a neighbor of your mother and aunt when they were young. Think about it, he has also met Your grandfather and grandmother, haven't you always wanted to know about your parents and aunt? This Mr. Snape is also a classmate of your parents, and many of your questions can be answered by him."
Harry's temper was like a balloon, popping and then disappearing.
Snape saw the boy quickly change his pitiful expression into a wary one.
It seems that an eleven-year-old boy can still turn pages of books. Snape thought. But when the boy's eyes came over, even though he didn't want to admit it, Snape reluctantly nodded in order to keep the topic going.
The boy moved a few steps and came over. But he did not ask questions immediately as Snape thought. Instead, he looked at him for a few minutes before sitting down and bowing politely.
"Hello, Mr. Snape," Snape heard the boy say, "Let's skip the exaggeration - would you like to tell the partial truth?"
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Harry, if you allow me to call you that," Dumbledore said with a smile, "can you tell me why you ask that?"
"Because he has a reluctant look on his face," the boy looked at Snape and said matter-of-factly, "I think if he was really a good friend, neighbor, and classmate of my parents, his face would not be like this. of."
"Harry," Dick had to interrupt him, "should we talk to our guests like this? Be nice, Harry, be nice."
"Then should they harass other people's homes with owls like this?" Harry asked sincerely with a curious expression on his face.
"I don't agree with you on this point. Those owls are very smart." Damian said, "That's not harassment."
"No animal is a nuisance to you," Harry said.
"No, I agree with Harry on this point," Tim, who had two dark circles under his eyes and held a cup of coffee, passed by the living room and said quietly in a tone that sounded like he had spent the whole night in front of the computer. "The house is full of letters. And an owl? That’s everyone’s nightmare except Damian.”
"Drake!"
As an excellent steward, Alfred had never said a word before this, even though Harry was the child he raised. At this moment, he quickly exchanged the milk for the coffee in his hand: "Master Timothy, I think you should have a good sleep."
- It seems that Potter and his adopted brother are on good terms.
As a professor who was used to seeing quarrels among students, Snape commented inwardly that he was not surprised.
But in the final analysis, they were here to do business—not to see little Potter quarrel with his brother.
"Before you decide whether to enroll," he said to the boy across from him in the most businesslike tone, expressionlessly, "Headmaster Dumbledore has something that he must give to you - please pay attention, Mr. Potter."
I hope he doesn't enroll in school. Snape thought hopelessly.
——Except for the safety factor, he didn’t really want to see Potter’s face for another seven years.
The famous Mr. Potter, at first glance, is the type to cause trouble.
11
When Bruce returned to the mansion after finishing the board meeting he had to hold, what he saw was his four sons sitting on the sofa, looking not very good. If Jason was added to the mix, it would be a long-lost peace - usually Say, when all the kids are in the living room, there's always two of them who get into a fight.
This can be regarded as a kind of experience.
"What are you doing?" Bruce asked.
"Welcome back, Bruce - I finally figured out who my parents are," Harry said, holding his forehead. He couldn't accept the overdose of news. "They - they were murdered and I was handed over to me." Aunt, but my aunt's family was also being hunted. For some reason she came to the United States and died on the streets. She happened to hand me over to Bruce and Alfred, and asked them to conceal her death here to avoid leaking traces. "
"Oh, Harry..." Dick touched his head.
How should I put it? He also experienced this kind of thing deeply. He meant losing his parents. Fortunately, for Harry, these things were only things he heard from others.
"I think there are some unexplainable problems here," Tim said, holding the milk and thinking for a while, "Maybe it can only be temporarily classified as magic."
"They actually called you 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'The Savior,'" Damian said. "Such nicknames only make your name sound stupider."
"Damian! Don't start now!" Dick said, "Be considerate of your family."
Bruce looked at Harry. It can be seen that this son is confused. A day ago he insisted not to become a wizard and to run away from home, but now he is wavering.
"Harry," Bruce approached the sofa and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think about these?"
"I..." Harry tried very hard to say something, "I..."
Bruce sat next to him. He took off his suit coat, handed it to Alfred, and sat next to his son.
"Listen, Harry," Bruce said, "I heard from Damian that you're upset about this."
D.M.A.! Harry's eyes were like bullets directed at Damian, who had a 'you should be grateful to me' look on his face.
Harry swore in his heart that even if he became a wizard, he would prevent Damian from even seeing a hair from a magical creature.
"Being a wizard doesn't stop anything," Bruce said. "You can't run away from it - and that's not a bad thing."
Harry pouted and said nothing, but Bruce knew that the matter would not be solved with such a sentence.
"I know a lot of people with superpowers," he continued, knowing that this was not enough, "and many of them are very reliable partners of mine. Superman, Wonder Woman, Zatanna - you all know them. "
"I think that word is called friend, Master Bruce." Alfred corrected from behind them, which made Dick want to laugh a little.
"...Friend." Bruce paused and said, "If your thoughts are because of me, then I apologize. I will indeed be wary of people with super powers and be prepared, because once they lose control, they will bring harm to the world. Disasters will come, and ordinary people must not be able to do nothing about it."
"No, Bruce, I...I just don't know..."
Harry's head dropped, not knowing what to say. Dick was on tenterhooks, fearing that Bruce would say something inappropriate.
But fortunately, Batman is ruthless and Bruce Wayne can still show warmth. He opened his arms and hugged the child.
"——But this doesn't mean that if you have inhuman abilities, you are not my child." He said, "Just like Jason - no matter what you become, who you become, or what path you want to take, you They are all my children, nothing can change this. And even if you are a wizard, you can still choose what you will do in the future, and who you will become in the future will only be determined by your own choices, not blood and origin. .”
Harry hugged his father back and buried his face in his shoulder. He was silent for about three minutes under the gazes of the other three brothers before he mustered up the courage to speak.
"Then... I think I can try skipping a grade." He pleaded. "If I succeed in skipping a grade, can I come back and be Robin?"
12
At the end of July, under the hot sunshine, Harry and Damian walked out of a shop in Diagon Alley, attracting many people's attention - because the former had a rare black pair lying on his arm. The head is a snake, and the latter is holding a majestic eagle in his hand.
"Even if the world is destroyed, my ears will not go wrong," Damian said disdainfully, "You are just talking to a snake."
"No, I didn't," Harry was really confused. "It's Maurice and Isis who can speak human language."
"I didn't hear a single word of English in your conversation," Damian lowered his voice. In fact, Harry felt like he was almost hissing like a snake. "You're talking to a snake, hiss." The kind that hisses - I asked the store owner and this snake can't speak human language."
"Come on, how many people do we know who can talk to animals?" Harry disagreed, looked around, and walked into Mrs. Malkin's robe shop. "This is nothing special. Maybe this is the talent of wizards. I mean, Talking to snakes and stuff – hello ma’am, I need two Hogwarts uniforms!”
"Stupid Potter, you didn't see the look on your face when the people in the store looked at you - I won't save you when you get into trouble, Potter," Damian said coldly, stroking the cage with satisfaction. The feathers of the strutting eagle in it, "Remember not to kill yourself - I also want to get a dragon and dragon-related care books."
"Oh my God, it's still broad daylight," Harry said sincerely, "Can you stop dreaming, Damian?"
Since he had covered up the scar early - they had had enough of the crowds that fame attracted when they were in the pub - Mrs. Malkin saw them come in, not recognizing 'The Famous Harry Potter' He thought they were children from a Muggle family, so he greeted them casually and asked him to stand on a stool to measure them.
"Thank you, ma'am, but I brought the size chart," Harry handed over the size chart with one hand, and quickly grabbed the flying ruler in the store that touched people casually with the other hand, and shook it, causing it to become dazed and quiet. Come down, "Just do this."
Mrs. Malkin glanced at the boy in surprise, then readily agreed, took the size, and went to make the clothes with a wave of her wand.
"how did you do it?"
Harry and Damian both turned their heads when they heard the sound, and found that on the bench on the other side, a boy who seemed to be wearing a robe was standing on the bench and was being harassed by the ruler... No, he was being measured. He also looked troubled by this. A very dishonest ruler is flying around, but I don’t know how to make it stop. His hair color was a bit unusual, it was a rare light platinum blonde, so Harry took a closer look at him and found that he was pale, had a pair of gray-blue eyes, and had a typical British appearance.
At this moment, the boy looked at the two brothers standing next to him, extremely curious.
"It's nothing. Just grab it quickly and shake it unconscious." After traveling with Damian for most of the morning, Harry was in a bad mood. However, shopping together was what Alfred wanted them to do. He Can't resist him. Therefore, he is now pleased with anyone, as long as it is not Damian, and is happy to answer questions.
He smiled sweetly at the boy: "Or, prepare the size next time you come. Are you a freshman too? Hello, my name is Harry, what's your name?"
Damian next to him didn't speak - he really didn't even want to give them alms from the corner of his eye. Even if he was in school, he didn't want to participate in such a useless conversation.
"You move so fast," the boy nodded in understanding, "My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy, I think you must have heard of my last name - so, look at your movements, you Do you want to be a chaser? My dad is buying books for me next door, and my mom is looking for a wand on the street. When they come to me, I'm going to drag them to see Broomsticks. I don't understand why the first graders I can’t have my own broomstick. I think I’m going to force my dad to buy me one and then find a way to sneak it in..."
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Later, Damian claimed that he was a witness to the beginning of Deha's love, and regretted not giving them a look, which led Harry to find "that kind of thing" as a boyfriend...
That’s it for this extra chapter. It was originally written as a trial. I just got interested and had some fun. I didn’t plan to write it too long.
The next chapter starts as a normal chapter.
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