Chapter 115 - Ch: 36-37

Chapter Thirty-Six: Secrets Withheld.

Harry would have liked to have more information about where these mysterious ninjas came from. Right now, one of them rushed towards Harry. Harry disappeared a second and the ninja ripped up one of the curtains. The bill on this room was going to be very high, but Harry could not worry about that right now. The young man dropped down behind the ninja.

"The Dragon?" the mysterious ninja in the hood asked. "Impossible!"

Laurel's eyes widened for a second and said nothing. One of the larger ninjas charged to the stunning block. Laurel blocked the arm and connected with a series of rapid-fire strikes which knocked the ninja back. The beautiful woman flipped down and dropped down onto the back of the head of the ninja.

"Come on, you think you can take me down!" she yelled. "Stop hiding behind your goons, and focus on me! FOCUS O ME!"

One of the larger goons rushed towards Laurel one more time. Harry wrapped the ninja's legs up and caused him to drop to the ground in a not so graceful manner. A violent curb stomp down to the back of the head followed up the attack. Three throwing stars flung towards Harry. Harry raised a hand and the stars deflected back to the ninja which took him down to the ground.

The Sorcerer stood face to face with one of the ninjas. The ninja pulled out a blade and charged Harry. The green-eyed young man avoided the attack. The blade came precious inches from cutting into the side of Harry's face. Harry backed up and nailed the ninja with a forceful attack. Repeated punches to the side of the head kept Harry on the attack. The sorcerer kept pounding away at his adversary, before stepping back and winding up.

The ninja in the hood came face to face with Laurel. He pulled out an electrified baton and rushed towards Laurel with it. The blonde flipped into the air nimbly and dodged the attack. Laurel blocked the attack from the ninja and caught him with a punch to the back of the head.

She flipped over the bed and the blowdart dagger which came close to piercing her neck came against the wall. Laurel dropped down and caught the ninja with a succession of rapid-fire punches. Every one of the punches caught the ninja and forced him to abort those attacks.

Laurel grabbed the ninja around the arm and showed great agility by flipping the assassin down to the ground. The fighter dropped down and caught the ninja with the point of the elbow down across the side of the neck. The wind had been driven out of the warrior when Laurel pulled back from him.

"Heads up!" Harry yelled.

Slowly spinning around, Laurel avoided a dagger coming inches away from connecting with the side of her face. She blocked it a second later.

"Getting a bit too crowded in here," the man in the hood said. "Let's go."

The warrior never expected the Dragon of all people to be here, and that very fact threw off the game plan. The ninjas left the area, vanishing into several clouds of smoke.

Laurel took a step towards the retreating ninjas. Very casually, Harry grabbed Laurel by the arm and prevented her from following suit against the horde of ninjas.

"What are you doing?" Laurel asked. "They're going to get away if you don't let me stop them."

"I know they're getting away," Harry informed Laurel. "You need to calm down and take a deep breath."

"Yeah, finding that very hard when ninjas attacked me on my vacation," Laurel said. She took a couple of deep breaths. "Alright, alright, I'm calm, well I'm about as calm as I'm going to be right now. That guy just gets on my nerves. This wasn't the first time he took a shot at me."

"And don't worry about them getting away," Harry told Laurel. "I tagged one of them with a tracker device when he got out the door. He's not going to get far, and don't worry, I did a better job than your friend, Barbara, did when tagging me with a tracker."

Laurel wore one of the most sheepish expressions on her face.

"Don't worry, she figured there was more to me than meets the eye and she was right," Harry said.

Harry's expression had been left hanging in mid-air, and Laurel looked towards him, nervousness spreading through the body of the woman. She just had a strong suspicion there was something else more that Harry was not telling her. There was always something hanging in the air. Laurel just didn't know what to make of it.

"There's more than you than meets the eye," Harry said. "I've seen those moves before. When working together with the League of Assassins."

"You're League of Assassins?" Laurel asked.

"Well, I have friends in the League, really good friends," Harry said.

Laurel just nodded in response, Harry's statement made a whole lot of sense.

"These ninjas work for the Silver Monkey," Laurel said. "He doesn't really inspire fear in the hearts of most people, but he was one of Lady Shiva's best students. At least, until I started to train with her."

Harry heard Nyssa speak about Lady Shiva once or twice in passing. To be honest, Nyssa respected the woman or potentially feared her. One way or another, Harry figured she was dangerous.

"How did you become the student of one of the most dangerous women in the world?" Harry asked.

"Only one of them?" Laurel asked. She sounded very amused. "On the one hand, she would have been insulted by you only downgrading her to one of the most dangerous women in the world. On the other hand, she might just overlook that fact, if it means she has a moment alone with the mysterious and very dangerous dragon."

Laurel stepped forward, a crisp smile coming across her face. Those green eyes just called out to her and said so many great things. Things which Laurel could only begin to describe through mere words.

"You didn't answer my question, though," Harry said.

"Well, I was angry after what happened with Sara and Liv," Laurel admitted. "And that anger, it nearly got the better of me. I didn't have it together, and my parents divorcing didn't help either. It was just one thing after another, and I hit one of the more seedy clubs in Starling City. And trust me when I see, there are a lot of seedy clubs in Starling City. Maybe not as bad as Gotham, but they are there."

Harry invited Laurel to continue with the conversation. Laurel drew in a deep breath and continued to move forward with the conversation. Now she had the courage to speak, it was only a matter of time before she told this story to Harry.

"I got into trouble," Laurel said. "I had self-defense lesson, but one of them must have attacked me from behind. Maybe I didn't care. I didn't know whether or not they were going to kill me or worse….guess it was a good thing that I didn't find out."

Another sigh passed from Laurel, sounding about as ragged and frustrated as possible. Harry leaned in and put a hand on the side of Laurel's shoulder. He gave it a squeeze and gave her the strength to continue to talk. There was something shaky about her voice, but Laurel just had to do what she could to pass on through.

"She saved me. Brought me to a safe house to clean up, and also told me that I was going on a very self-destructive path. After the near death experience, I knew she was right. I found out she was the legendary Lady Shiva. I trained with her in secret, every night she could spare. I got better, and channeled my anger into fighting, something which allowed me to go out there and fight the best I could."

"You think you owe a lot to her, don't you?" Harry asked.

"I do owe a whole lot to her," Laurel said. "And I've gone from someone feeling sorry for themselves and angry at everyone, to a skilled warrior. I'm not the best, but I'm not the worst. Unfortunately, I'm good enough to make him upset."

"Silver Monkey?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Laurel agreed a second later. "For the longest time, he was considered to be Lady Shiva's best student. He was her prize pupil, the fighter which all had to live up to. I beat him in a sparring session a few months ago, and he's had it out for me ever since."

"And he won't rest until he's reclaimed his honor," Harry said.

"Unfortunately, no," Laurel said. "So, are we going to go after him?"

"Yes, they're not too far from here," Harry said.

Sara pushed back against the wall. She found a way to take one of the daggers. They felt like burning hot embers clutched in hand. Yet, the embers did not burn Sara, they just empowered her to be something better. Sara pushed the dagger into the ribs of one of the attackers and brought her back.

Barbara deflected one of the attacks from an opponent and knocked the assassin high above the top of the perch point. The skilled woman showed some acrobatic abilities, running up the wall and turning around. One of the attackers turned to try and run Barbara through with a sword. Barbara just barely blocked the attack and came back with a repeated series of punches which stunned the attacker further. Barbara twisted the ninja around the arm and brought him down to the ground with a solid Curb-Stomp style takedown.

"You have a few questions?" Sara asked.

"Later," Barbara said.

Barbara swept underneath one of the ninjas. One of her friends being alive after being presumed dead, well, to be honest, Barbara was not too surprised. She spent half of her life in Gotham City, surrounded by the strangeness the city had to offer. The girl jumped up high into the air and brought a kick down onto the back of the neck of the attacker. The attacker flopped face first onto the ground.

"I figured about as much," Sara said.

Sara avoided the next attack. The daggers came through the air. Sara took them away and engaged the ninja shot for shot with the daggers.

Nyssa caught one of the ninjas in the back of the leg with an arrow. The discipline needed to fire an arrow at such a point grounded in Nyssa's mind. Much to her surprise, the ninja faded into a puff of smoke, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

'Never expected that,' Nyssa thought.

Very nearly one of the ninjas dropped down from the heavens above and came down onto the back of the head of the Daughter of the Demon. Nyssa turned around and planted a dagger into the stomach of the ninja in question. The deadly assassin pulled back and disappeared.

"It's like these attacks aren't working," Barbara said. "How are you holding those things? They pass through my fingers."

"White Canary privileges?" Sara asked.

The response sounded very flippant, but Sara did not have a better explanation to give to Barbara. One of the ninjas charged into place and came just precious inches away from skewering Barbara. Barbara jumped up against the wall and brought down a huge boom onto the back of the head of the ninja.

"Okay, this isn't going to be pleasant."

Nyssa caught the second of the wall with an arrow. The impact caused the wall to crack and several rocks to topple to bury the ninjas underneath the attack.

A second passed and Sara stood face to face with one of the lead ninjas. The ninja opened her hand and a sonic cry came out from it. Sara had been whipped back against the ground, the sonic vibrations rattled her head. Sara tried, perhaps in a very futile manner to get back up and to avoid the cry coming from the hand of this mysterious ninja. Despite her attempts, Sara had been brought down to the ground.

'Going to suck big time,' Sara thought, shaking her head.

Sara's ability to fight through anything reared its head. She jumped up and caught one of the ninjas with a leaping kick to the side of the head. The ninja dropped down onto the ground. Sara pulled the ninja's head back and put an arm underneath the chin. Slowly, Sara shoved her foot down onto the back of the neck of the ninja and dropped her down to the ground.

The ninja slipped out and pulled out a sword with a picture of the infamous White Canary in the hilt. The flames shot towards Sara. Sara avoided the attack and dropped down onto the back of the head of the creature. Sara grabbed onto the wall and took a deep breath.

She screamed, screamed like she never screamed before. It was just on an impulse, for Sara to let go with a scream. The vocal cords vibrate, and the enchantments in the temple empowered her to take down the ninja dressed in white with a sonic scream.

The ninja's blade still retracted. Sara jumped down onto the back of the head and took the blade away from the ninja. The blade held in Sara's hand and had been put in the throat of the ninja. The ninja faded into dust and faded from the temple. The other white-cloaked warriors followed.

A sound of someone clapping slowly, but loudly followed. Sara, with her newly acquired sword, turned around. The flames around the sword burned out, and turned into a medallion which was much similar to Harry's.

"Very good, we had to be sure you were worthy," the woman said. "If you weren't, you would not have have passed the test."

"Test?" Barbara asked. "Okay, can someone bring me up to speed. I'm normally pretty smart here, but I won't lie, I'm kind of lost."

"I have it," Sara said.

"Yes, you have."

The hood dropped to reveal Fleur's smiling face. Sara clutched the White Canary medallion. She fought to the medallion, with a little help from her friends. Well at least Nyssa and Barbara intended to help, but they could not get any shots in the endless array of ninjas.

"You earned it," Fleur said. "And I would invite you to the ceremony tomorrow night where I tell them our queen has returned. My mother and aunt will be very pleased….and tell the Dragon he is more than welcomed to come here as well. I'm certain that my sisters in the White Canary tribe will wish to thank him for saving their Queen and bringing her to her full potential."

Fleur leaned forward and gave Sara a very passionate French kiss. The energy around the temple started to build around Sara.

"Is it just me, or is it starting to get a little hot in here?" Barbara asked a second later.

"Trust me, it's not you," Nyssa said.

The two women parted their ways , ending the kiss. A small amount of salvia hooked both of their lips together. Fleur just smiled and disappeared into a blast of fire.

After all that, Sara had the White Canary medallion.

'Well, Harry, I got it,' Sara said. 'Did you take care of Laurel?'

'Excellent,' Harry thought. 'Laurel and I…well that's a long story as well.'

'You didn't bang my sister yet?' Sara asked. 'Oh, Harry, I think you're losing your touch.'

'Actually, we were interrupted by ninjas just when we were about to kiss, and do even more,' Harry thought.

'Real mood killer there,' Nyssa interjected in a very serious tone.

Laurel wanted to prove it to herself that first sparring session was not the result of the Silver Monkey getting a bit too arrogant for his own good. She wanted to prove how good she was, how well trained she was. Dinah Laurel Lance took a deep breath in response.

"The ninja made his way into this warehouse," Harry said.

"Unless he shed the tracker?" Laurel asked.

"No, can't be, it's not a physical tracer," Harry said. "It's done completely by magic."

"Magic?" Laurel asked. "Babs owes me ten bucks!"

Harry just looked amused at that outburst. There was no doubt a very interesting story there, and he hoped Laurel shared it soon enough. Now they had to focus on the ninjas, and there would be plenty of ninjas. There were always plenty of ninjas.

"We'll worry about whether or not magic exists or not later," Harry said. "Right now, we have company."

As if right on cue, the ninjas dropped down onto the ground. They formed a circle around Laurel and Harry. Neither of them wanted to be the one that made the first move.

"Duck!"

Laurel wondered why Harry told her that. Not wanting to waste any time questioning it, Laurel dropped down into a crouching position. The shuriken came out of nowhere, and Harry waved his hand. The shuriken came back and exploded, causing the ninjas to be encased in some kind of sticky substance which kept them locked onto the ground.

"This is getting old!" Laurel yelled. "If you really were any kind of a fighter, you would face me one on one."

The fabled Silver Monkey dropped down onto the ground.

"You're the one who travels with him," Silver Monkey said. "I was light on you, and you returned the favor by humiliating me. And then you dare spurned me. No one spurns me."

"Given you where that mask, I would think you would get spurned a lot," Harry said.

The Silver Monkey's fingers tightened around the blade. The warrior took in a deep breath a second or so later and looked straight on forward. His eyes flared very angrily when taking a long look at both Laurel and Harry. The attacker did not do anything.

"One against one, I came here for," Silver Monkey said. "But, I will be proven to be the greatest warrior of all time, when I take down the fabled dragon."

Silver Monkey slipped a gauntlet with steel claws on. He jumped down for the attack. Harry flashed out of the way, and the Monkey dropped down onto the ground.

The second passed before Laurel caught the Silver Monkey with a kick to the side of the head. Another kick had been avoided with the Silver Monkey flipping into the air. The two fighters circled each other. The Silver Monkey pulled out a huge chain with a weight on the end and swung it towards Laurel.

"Hope you know how to handle that thing," Laurel taunted him. "But, I'm guessing you don't have a clue, do you?"

The weight smashed on the ground with Laurel throwing herself high into the air and landing on the ground directly next to the Silver Monkey. The Silver Monkey charged the woman in question and went to attack her one more time. An attack had been blocked, and Laurel flipped him onto his feet.

The Silver Monkey showed a slight amount of agility by dropping down onto the ground firmly. The Black Canary viewed him, a slight smile passing over her face. The Silver Monkey charged in for the attack, with the Black Canary blocking the uppercut punch, and coming back with a succession of attacks on her own.

Harry moved into the shadows, watching the battle. Laurel handled herself pretty well against this attacker, but then again, if she was half as good as Sara, then an amateur like Silver Monkey should be no problem whatsoever. The Silver Monkey charged Laurel and Laurel dodged the attack.

"Stay still!"

A flash of light appeared above their heads. The Silver Monkey had been surprised, and this caused Laurel to grab him around the head. The two struggled down onto the ground. The Monkey slipped a dagger into his hand and went to stab Laurel. Laurel twisted the man's wrist.

The sound of cracking bone followed, with Laurel pushing the Silver Monkey down onto the ground. She buried a knee into the side of the Monkey's elbow, taking him down to the ground. One more huge punch resulted in the Silver Monkey being taken down.

Just to make sure he was taken down and would stay down, Laurel jumped into the air and drove her foot down across the head of the Silver Monkey.

The ninjas moved in to protect their master. The woman who dropped down, wearing a white hood, turned her hand and opened it up. A sonic cry erupted from the palm of her hand and brought the ninjas down to the ground. This allowed Harry to jump in and take them down.

"Thanks," Laurel said. "Um, whoever you are?"

"Actually, since I'm here, and you are...I suppose the cat's out of the bag."

The hood dropped down, and Sara smiled. Laurel almost staggered back, unable to believe it.

"Sara?" Laurel asked, uncertainly. "I haven't been drugged or anything, haven't I?"

"No," Sara said. "Trust me, I'm here….I'm alive….and I'm sorry….well about a lot of things. Which we can talk about later."

Laurel answered with a nod. The two of them had a conversation with each other, which both suspected were long overdue. It wasn't exactly the way either of them envisioned meeting with each other. And Laurel had questions, namely about the medallion around Sara's neck.

'So, you decided to reveal yourself to her?' Harry asked.

'Yeah, I figured it was best to do it now, and get it over with,' Sara said. 'I'm not sure how I'm going to explain to her how I can't go home just yet, even though I'm alive. And I'm not sure if she's still mad at me about the entire Liv thing. Guess, I'll know when she gets over the entire shock of me being alive.'

The younger Lance sister took in a deep breath and allowed everything to come in.

'At the very least, I've finally got the medallion,' Sara thought. 'You wouldn't believe the hell I had to go through to get my hands on it though.'

'Well, finally you got it, and that's all that matters,' Harry thought. 'We can work from there on it.'

'Yeah, we can,' Sara said. 'So, what do we do with this guy?'

'Silver Monkey?' Nyssa asked. 'Actually, I've got a few things to say to him. Just bring him up, because I'm curious to see what he intended to accomplish.'

Harry almost felt sorry for the Silver Monkey now that he was under the tender loving care of Nyssa. Almost, but not quite, given how that bastard interrupted a very private moment.

"So, this isn't a dream?" Laurel asked.

"Well, depending on how mad you are at me," Sara said. "It could be a nightmare…and I guess the two of us are going to have to talk long and hard about this, actually have a conversation with each other, you know, like sisters should have."

Laurel had been very anxious, and at the same time, very excited about the fact she would finally have a conversation with her sister.

Silver Monkey's anger reached a boiling point. Not only did he fail to take down the unworthy student of Lady Shiva, but he found himself secured in some dark room. The ropes tied around the Silver Monkey made it very difficult to move.

"I demand you release me at once," Silver Monkey said.

"It's funny how a glorified servant like you would make demands of me."

The lights came on a few seconds later, and the Silver Monkey looked up. The smell of the dungeons indicated he was not in an ideal situation, and the trouble he was in pretty much increased. Nyssa al Ghul, one of the daughters of the great Ra's al Ghul, looked at the Silver Monkey, with contempt.

"I wonder if Lady Shiva knows about this deception," Nyssa said. "Perhaps I should ask her about it."

"She…she doesn't value my service," The Silver Monkey said.

"Well, if Lady Shiva doesn't value something about your service," Nyssa said. She paused and decided to twist the knife a little more into the Silver Monkey's paw. "Then, there must be something about your service which is lacking."

The Silver Monkey grimaced at these words. He took one look at the area of the Dungeon and realized there were only two exit points. The first was a very small window which a grown man such as himself had pretty much no hope of squeezing out. And the other exit point was the door which Nyssa positioned in front of. Fighting through her in his condition would be ill-advised.

Not to mention the fact he had been bound and secured. The Silver Monkey's eyes locked onto her.

"I trained my entire life, and fought up through the ranks," the Silver Monkey said. "And Lady Shiva replaces me with an outsider. Someone she found up the street. She did not spend her entire life training to be the very best. She's nothing, but someone who Lady Shiva took pity on."

Nyssa's laughter grew in prominence. She was more amused than anything when looking down at Silver Monkey's face, well covered in that mask. Given how she saw the man's face in light, the mask was most certainly an improvement.

"You know as much as I do that Lady Shiva doesn't take pity. She only sees potential. And she saw someone who had the potential to be molded into a great warrior. Someone who humiliated you twice."

"I won't let my guard down again," Silver Monkey said. "I will get out of here, and the next time I get out of here, the Black Canary will be dead. Do you hear me, dead?"

"Yes, I've heard this same song and dance more times than I care to remember," Nyssa said. The tone in the woman's face became bored. "And you really think I would give the opportunity to allow you to escape? Truthfully, your delusions have reached a new height."

Nyssa slipped a blade into the palm of her hand. There was no reason why she needed to torture the Silver Monkey. Nyssa saw nothing she could get out the man which would help her on this mission.

"The League does not take too kindly to traitors, and by attacking the pupil of a respected associate of the League, you have betrayed us," Nyssa said.

"Then put me on trial with the League," the Silver Monkey said.

"You're amusing," Nyssa said. "You have delusions of grandeur as well. The League has more important matters to worry about than someone who got his feelings ruffled because someone who wasn't training their entire life managed to gain Lady Shiva's favor above him. Which is an indictment of your skills, I should note."

The Silver Monkey growled in response.

"I'm going to deliver you to Lady Shiva," Nyssa said. "She doesn't take too kindly to traitors either, or failure. And you are both, Silver Monkey."

"I will kill her," Silver Monkey said.

"You threaten Laurel again, and I will cut you from ear to ear," Nyssa said. "Shiva will understand if I do so. But, perhaps you will suffer more at her hand. Perhaps, she will explain to you all the ways which Laurel defeated you and how you are inadequate as both a fighter and a man."

'Silver Monkey?' Nym asked. 'More like Butt Monkey.'

'Indeed,' Nyssa responded with dry amusement.

Three long years passed, and Laurel did not know what to say. She imagined what to say to Sara this entire time, but imagining what to say, and actually living it, it was too different things.

"Okay, I guess I'm going to be the one to break the ice," Sara said. "Three years ago, I left, and I left with your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you did," Laurel agreed. "I don't suppose I can really blame you. Liv and I…well I was the one who thought I could tame the party girl. I knew her reputation of sleeping with pretty much every woman she could get her hands and mouth on."

"Yes," Sara said. "But, she's matured a lot since then. Something happened."

Sara did not have it in her to explain what exactly happened, the entire universal swap and everything. Mostly because an already frustrating situation would grow even more frustrating by explaining that sort of thing to her sister.

"I imagine she might have," Laurel said. Something hit Laurel instantly. "Wait, are you saying that Liv is alive, and you've seen her….."

"Like, I said, long story," Sara said. "But the short of it is that she owes some super-secret government agency a favor, and they like cashing in on their favors. So…..she's working with them until she gets released."

"Well, at least I can bring you home," Laurel said.

Sara wondered when they were going to go that particular situation.

"Actually, I can't go home," Sara said. "I made a promise, to see this through until the end….and I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not the same person who left three years ago."

"Promise, what promise?" Laurel asked.

"To, Harry," Sara said. "He saved my life from some mercenaries on the island of Lian Yu….let's just say they call it Purgatory for a good reason."

Laurel heard of the island, Lady Shiva mentioned it a couple of times in passing.

"Harry would want me to go home, that's the funny thing," Sara said. "But, I want to be with him. He's….he's….well he's a long way from home, and there's no way he can get back."

"You mean he's an alien?" Laurel asked. "A magical alien?"

Sara laughed.

"Well, as far as I know, no," Sara said. "There are different versions of Earth out there, and Harry's from one. He has a feeling the moment he stepped through the Veil to get here…his world perished. He was an anchor to that world, whatever that means."

"Is he sure he can't get home or just guessing?" Laurel asked.

"Harry's hunches are normally on point," Sara said with a shrug. "It has to do something with this….well these…the medallions."

Sara pulled out the medallion with the depiction of a beautiful pure white canary on it. Laurel touched her fingers on it, and instantly, a wave of energy passed through her body, from the medallion.

"Oh, Laurel, are you okay?" Sara asked.

"I think so," Laurel said.

"They have defenses on them, Harry's is quite nasty, and the Spider medallion, the guy who put that on got turned into some kind of spider monster, "Sara said. "If I had to guess, the magic realized you weren't a threat, so it didn't fry you as bad."

Laurel just gave a smile. "Well good thing. It was just a really bad bout of Static electricity, really."

A moment passed and looked at Sara directly in the eye.

"You leaving messed things up," Laurel said. "Mom and Dad got divorced, and Dad, well he spends more time drinking than thinking. Mom left to Central City, after everything. And I…well until Lady Shiva found me and trained me, I was in a pretty dark place as well."

"You?" Sara asked. "Perfect Laurel?"

"It's been a long time since you called me that," Laurel said.

"Only when I was pissed off when you took the self-righteous act when we were kids," Sara said. "And…you were right, some of the time."

"But not all of the time," Laurel said.

"Laurel, I'm glad to see you again," Sara said. "I was afraid what would happen if we ran into each other. I spent the last couple of days avoiding you, but I guess fate pushed us together."

"Yes," Laurel said. "I guess it did."

Sara and Laurel moved into the center of the room. The two of them looked at each other, their hands placed on each other.

"I love you, Sara," Laurel muttered in her sister's face.

"I do too," Sara said. "I think I was only with Liv because it would get me closer to you, in some weird way. Granted, she's….I'm pretty sure she would be good in bed."

"Oh, she is," Laurel said. "What do you mean, closer to me, through her."

"Well, isn't it obvious," Sara said. "I know society says it's wrong. I don't give a fuck."

"Neither do I, if you don't."

Both Laurel and Sara met with the center. They were going to be sister wives soon enough, so they should get used to being comfortable with each other. The power of the medallion gave them one more thought, with Sara slowly pushing her lips against those of her sisters.

Laurel reached behind her and closed the door. The last thing they needed was the maid walking in on Laurel having sex with her dead sister.

'Okay, that sounded weird.'

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Follow the Beacon. 

The last few days had been very interesting. Harry allowed Sara and Laurel to reunite and to work together whatever differences they had. Given some very interesting vibes Harry had been reading between the two of them, he almost wished to be a witness of the two sisters reuniting together, and showing their sisterly bond.

'Technically speaking, if my understanding of the bond network is correct, you can look in at any time, being the Main Controller of the Bond,' Nym thought. 'My mother could have explained it a lot better than I did, though.'

'Well, I don't see anything, and I've been on the bond about as long as anyone,' Rose said. 'Sara's not blocking me out, is she? That bitch better…..'

'Rose,' Harry thought to her a moment later. Rose just responded by folding her arms together. 'No, Sara is not blocking you out. This is just a private moment between herself and Laurel, and I would appreciate if they had a chance to work out their differences. I'll know if things turned ugly.'

'And yet you'll always have a sense whether or not things turn the exact opposite of ugly,' Nym thought. 'You know if things turn absolutely beautiful.'

'You have about the subtly of a train,' Rose thought, very nearly avoiding rolling her eyes.

Harry just smiled, that was Nymphadora Tonks in a nutshell, no matter what the world. Some things might have changed. Other things stayed the same. Harry took a second to look around and he could sense someone who was coming from the shadows.

'Well, this should be interesting.'

Fleur stepped into the room. She looked at Harry with a smile. Harry knew the smile, and it was obvious Fleur was trying to test him out, to see how much she could get away with before Harry decided to put her in line. Harry decided to indulge the French vixen in her game, at least for now.

'Well, I'm intrigued,' Nyssa thought.

Rose and Nym also sounded intrigued, and Fleur just looked at Harry for a moment. The woman dressed in an elegant silk blouse and the first couple of buttons had been undone, in a way to entice Harry. Harry wasn't going to lie, the look of Fleur was very enticing and he could hardly wait to see what the beautiful woman had up her sleeve. The black skirt came down to her thighs, and stockings adorned Fleur's lovely, long legs. She did have a great pair of legs, most people had just been blinded by the overall beauty of her not to notice the legs.

"What can I do for you, Ms. Delacour?" Harry asked.

Fleur's grin passed over her face.

"Many things, great one, many things," Fleur said. "I was wondering if you could pass on a message to the White Canary, given she's occupied with her sister."

Fleur's kind sensed when sex was happening in the area or had happened earlier. Currently, Laurel and Sara were both resting, and it would be very unfortunate if they had been disturbed. Fleur was not the type of person to her.

"Well, without telling me the message, I don't think I can very well pass it on."

Harry Potter had the same effect on Fleur that Fleur had on most of the men she encountered. She looked into the stunning green eyes of the young man in front of her. A few seconds passed when Fleur found her tongue and managed to speak.

"The rest of my tribe would like to see their Queen," Fleur managed after finally finding her tongue. "My mother and aunt especially."

"Well, if they are as beautiful as you are, then it would be a crime not to visit them," Harry said. "I wonder if they would mind a visit from the Dragon as well."

"Well, I'm certain they would be very pleased if you would have shown up," Fleur said a second or so later. She licked her lips and leaned closer towards Harry. "Although, we need Sara to attend the ceremony on her own. I can assure you that she will be treated the best. It isn't every day that our goddess has been resurrected in a mortal vessel."

Harry took a moment to look Fleur over. She just gave him a dazzling smile in response.

"You can visit on another day," Fleur said.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Harry said.

Fleur stepped back and realized how much this was a mistake, the very second Harry had her pinned against the wall. Fleur's eyes closed the very second Harry had her back against the wall. The young man could do anything he wanted with Fleur at this point, and there was really nothing Fleur could have done to stop him.

Not Fleur wanted to stop Harry from this particular position. The young man's green eyes flashed and locked onto Fleur's for a moment.

"You owe me, though," Harry said.

"Do, I?" Fleur asked, batting her eyelashes at Harry.

Harry leaned in and gripped Fleur's wrists. She shuddered in excitement when Harry pinned her back against the wall. Fleur envisioned Harry throwing her down on the ground, and having his way in any way. Fleur dreamed about being taken and bred by this amazing man before her. Fleur's breathing increased, and she nibbled down excitedly on her lips the second Harry looked her directly in the eye.

"Yes, Ms. Delacour, you owe me big time."

Harry smiled and waited for it. Fleur slowly and subtly tried to get Harry with those Veela pheromones which caused Harry a slight about of frustration at the Quidditch World Cup. Funnily enough, after being caught off guard by them once, Harry was immune to them.

Regardless, Fleur tried her best to get Harry underneath the thrall of those pheromones. Harry just smiled and leaned closer towards her. Those fingers brushed against Fleur's thigh when Harry pinned her up against the wall. Fleur shuddered a few seconds later when Harry pushed against her.

"They're stronger than hers," Harry said.

Fleur did not have the slightest idea what Harry referred to. That smile on Harry's face struck Fleur senseless. Her heart started to beat even faster the very second Harry inched closer. His hand rested on the top of Fleur's skirt. Slowly, it moved until it brushed against her stocking clad legs.

"It's because you have more control over your allure," Harry responded. "You can use that naughty little allure as a weapon to try and bring men down to their knees. I'm sure you've done it before, left men speechless, left men breathless. A smile, a wink, and a fluttering of her eyelashes, and they'd hand you the keys to the world, wouldn't they?"

The Veela tensed up the very second Harry pushed deeper into her. Their hips came about as close to meeting without actually meeting. Further tension rose from Fleur's body. She took in a deep breath, the moment Harry edged in a tiny bit closer towards her.

"Wouldn't they?"

"Yes," Fleur gasped. "Please."

"You think you can get what you want," Harry said. "Well, you may, if you earn it. I bet your mother didn't tell you no, too often."

Fleur racked her mind for a second. She could not figure out if her mother ever said that one simple word. Fleur's shuddering increased the further Harry pushed against her. He pulled back and left Fleur dazed. A small amount of drool dripped from Fleur's mouth when Harry held her up against the wall.

"You think you can get everything you want just by asking," Harry said. "You're going to get everything that's coming to you, and more. Only when the images burn into your head. When you've been driven so hopelessly mad by your lust, is when you get that. And only when you get it. Do you understand me?"

Fleur responded with a nod. She tried to lock onto him, a mistake. Harry pulled back and pushed her against the wall without even touching her. Fleur's panties soaked completely through the more Harry exerted his own influence on her, his own power. Fleur's breathing increased.

"I can make you come undone with just a mere thought," Harry said. "You always have control. But what would it be like if you would lose control?"

The French vixen's breathing increased. Harry mentally locked onto her and made Fleur glisten with excitement. The feeling of Harry's invisible touch caressing every single last inch of her body made Fleur almost slam against the wall. She lifted her hips up to meet Harry's touches. Harry pulled away from Fleur and left her to slump against the wall.

"Not yet."

Harry leaned in and with the smallest touch of the fingernail on his pinky finger he caused Fleur to shiver in response.

"I know you can sense sex, and arousal," Harry said. "I want you to watch closely."

Fleur found herself fastened into the wall by invisible restraints. No matter how much Fleur wished to break free from the restraints, they kept her up against the wall. Fleur's deepening breaths increased the more.

"I want you to watch, and more importantly I want you to learn," Harry said. "And when my lesson has properly sunk into your pretty little head, you will finally get what you want. Do you understand me, pet?"

Fleur answered with a devoted nod and a smile. Harry pulled away from the girl. The frustration got Harry worked up, and he knocked on door. A few seconds passed and the door opened, with a smiling Laurel popping her head out of the door.

Only a very elegant black bathrobe covered Laurel's fit body. She smiled and motioned for Harry to come inside of the room, with one finger extended out. Laurel leaned closer towards Harry, and slowly moistened her lips when edging closer towards Harry.

"Hello, Harry," Laurel murmured excitedly in Harry's ear. "I'm so glad you can join us tonight."

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," Harry said. He took a closer step towards Laurel and smiled. Laurel grabbed Harry and pulled him into an embrace.

"We missed you last night," Laurel said. "Sara's in the shower, after last night. Well, I beat her to it first. I'm glad I'm all nice and ready for you."

Laurel leaned in and took Harry's lips with a kiss. There was something different about Laurel this morning. She seemed very assured, even more, assured than ever before. Harry pinned his hand on the back of Laurel's head and deepened the kiss in response.

Harry pulled back from the kiss and backed Laurel back. Laurel smiled and dropped the bathrobe to the ground to reveal he was not wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it. Harry soaked in the look of Laurel's beautiful and toned body.

"You seem a bit overdressed for the occasion, don't you?"

Without another word, Laurel pulled Harry's shirt off and made quick work of his pants as well. She observed the amazing sight of Harry standing there. She leaned towards him, and their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

Harry leaned in, and grabbed Laurel, cupping her ass, and giving it an inviting squeeze. Laurel responded by grinding her center down against Harry's crotch and kept kissing him. Their lips met together in a fiery embrace, with Harry pushing Laurel back on the bed.

The brief worship on Laurel's body made her breath in and breath out in pleasure. Harry leaned in and slowly rubbed Laurel's nipples. They stood up erect for Harry to play with. Laurel's breathing increased the moment Harry pressed against her nipples.

"Harry," she moaned.

Harry kissed down Laurel's collarbone and switched attentions to the beautiful woman's firm breasts. He squeezed them and leaned in. Harry lightly cupped the round orbs and leaned in to suckle on them. Laurel closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Harry suckling on them. He worked over her sensitive nipples.

Alternating between the right breast and the left breast, Laurel breathed in heavily. Harry moved all the way down her body and kissed her belly button. Laurel gasped at the feeling of Harry. Harry's tongue teased her belly button which was sensitive to Harry's touch. Harry slowly ran his fingers deep between Laurel's moist thighs when they pushed up and down.

Harry slid his tongue between Laurel's folds for a brief second and pulled back. He kissed every inch of the gorgeous vixen's body and came between Laurel's legs. Laurel worked her thighs against Harry's head and started to suckle on her moist center. Slowly, but surely, Harry brought Laurel to a pleasurable end with his tongue. Laurel gripped the back of Harry's head and guided his tongue, mouth, into her.

Almost as if by willing her to do so, Laurel came. Laurel's thighs closed down around Harry's head and released her pleasure. Harry's fingers stroked the inside of Laurel's thighs and made her pant in pleasure. Harry swirled his tongue and tasted the inside of Laurel's pussy.

The moment Harry released her, Laurel arched back, hips buckling. Harry leaned closer towards Laurel and put those fingers on either side of Laurel's face, those nails sliding down the side of her face. The two of them kissed passionately, with Harry edging down his boxers.

A moment passed and Laurel almost gasped in surprise. Harry's hard cock touched Laurel's inner thigh and caused sparks of delight to flow through her body. Laurel gripped around Harry's wrist tightly and took a deep breath. Harry lightly worked his length down Laurel's thigh and made her breath in delight. Harry slid up and down the inside of Laurel's inner thigh.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless," Harry breathed.

"Please," Laurel begged.

Harry slowly teased the opening, leading to Laurel's delicious center. She took her thighs and squeezed Harry to offer some encouragement. Harry pushed against her opening and slowly inched inside of her. Laurel lifted her hands up and tried to encourage Harry to sink inside of her.

"Harry, please, fuck me!"

Sensually, Laurel dragged her nails down Harry's back. Harry responded by lightly teasing Laurel's body. Laurel ensnared those legs around Harry's thighs and pushed him closer to go inside of her. Harry lightly touched Laurel's back and eased him inside of her. The two of them met together with each other. Harry only had another slight push and he would be deep inside of Laurel.

"You're mine," Harry said. "I'm about ready to fuck you senseless."

Laurel's pussy ached in need. She never thought she would be so empty without Harry's hard cock inside of her. Laurel tried to push up. Harry responded by holding Laurel down on the bed and giving her a series of kisses. A nibble on side of Laurel's neck caused her to breathe in pleasure.

"Please."

Harry worked deep inside of Laurel. Those warm walls edged slowly apart, and Harry pushed between Laurel's waiting thighs. Laurel clamped down onto Harry and took him inside of her. One push caused the floodgates to open and Laurel's pleasure to spike beyond several times.

"YES!" Laurel moaned in Harry's ear.

"Screamers run in the family apparently."

Harry's quip fell on deaf ears with the powerful sorcerer maneuvering his way into Laurel. He rose up and allowed Laurel's legs to spread apart to take Harry as far inside in possible. Laurel's moist center grabbed onto Harry and clenched him.

The two of them met each other in the center. Harry slowly rode Laurel into an amazing orgasm. The beautiful vixen underneath Harry pushed her hips up to meet him. Laurel grabbed and released Harry with every pump possible. His throbbing balls smacked Laurel on the thighs and made her hunger grow.

"Cum for me, Laurel," Harry informed her.

Laurel agreed, her body betraying the needs she felt. Harry leaned in and grabbed Laurel's breasts, squeezing them. Harry pumped deep inside of Laurel and rode out the orgasm. She grabbed onto Harry in response and sunk Harry deep inside of her body.

The two of them came down for a moment. Harry allowed the full power of the climax to fill Laurel's body. The moment he allowed Laurel to catch her breath, Harry pounded Laurel something fierce with few hard pumps. Her thighs gripped Harry and released him with each solid pump inside of her. Those balls slapped against Laurel's thighs and gave her a hint of the contents inside of her.

Laurel drank up every inch of Harry. She enjoyed the moment. Harry pounded Laurel as hard as possible. Her thighs closed apart and released Harry with a series of throbbing thrusts. He stretched her completely. Laurel rose up off of the bed and met with Harry.

Again, Harry allowed Laurel to release. Her womanhood squeezed and released Harry. Those balls slapped Harry's thighs the further Harry pushed down into her. He buried balls deep into Laurel, riding out her orgasm.

"You can't help yourself," Harry said. "There's been a part of you missing. A part of you unfilled until you haven't gotten this release."

Harry slid his finger down Laurel's thigh and made her tense up around him. Laurel agreed with this, moaning hard. Her pussy received one of the most vigorous workouts possible. Harry knew how to manipulate her and make Laurel question just how much was missing from her life.

"Again, Laurel. Sing for me."

Laurel didn't say anything other than scream. Harry did more than just thrust into her. His hands rolled over every single inch of Laurel's body. She looked quite lovely when the sweat coated her. Their loins pushed together with Harry riding Laurel. The older Lance sister contributed to the actions by pushing up and pushing Harry down inside of her.

"FUCK!"

That one word was music to Harry's ears. His cock throbbed and balls weighed down with so much cum. That much cum was going to go into Laurel soon. The beautiful blonde tensed around Harry and released him, making sure he kept pumping inside of her.

Again, and again, Laurel had been brought to the edge and then dragged off in a screaming fury. It was now Harry's turn. Harry tightened the grip around Laurel's hips and pushed deep inside of her very willing body. Laurel tensed up around Harry, feeling the pleasure of her pussy wrapping around him. Harry's thick balls slapped against Laurel's thighs.

Every time Harry entered Laurel, just shockwaves of pleasure exploded through her mind. Laurel's breathing increased. Harry leaned down and sucked on the side of the neck of the stunning beauty. He leaned into her ear and whispered. "cumming."

Before Laurel could even process it, the beautiful woman's own body betrayed her. Laurel tensed up around Harry's rock-hard cock, and came herself as well. Harry held onto Laurel and pushed himself into her. Several sounds of flesh smacking against flesh echoed throughout the room. Harry leaned down into Laurel and stretched out her warm pussy with a huge thrust.

"Mmm, yes, Harry, cum in me," Laurel breathed.

Laurel closed her eyes, feeling more pleasure building inside, and another orgasm. This one last orgasm triggered one of Harry's own. He shoved deep into Laurel and started to spill his essence inside of the beautiful woman underneath him.

Harry spilled his seed deep inside of Laurel, firing deep inside of her. Laurel tightened around him and milked Harry's rod. Every time Harry buried himself into her, Laurel squeezed and enjoyed those juices pumping into her pussy. Laurel pushed up against Harry, feeling the pleasure increase in her body.

Pulling out of Laurel, Harry saw her fall back onto the hotel room bed, a very content smile on her face.

"Amazing," Laurel breathed.

"No, that was hot."

Sara stepped into the room, dressed in nothing other than a bath towel. She sauntered into the room, allowing the bath towel to fall down to the ground. Sara came to the room and grabbed Harry's cock briefly. She tugged on it and leaned down.

A few seconds passed when Sara taste-tested Harry's crotch, sucking the juices off of it. Harry put his fingers on the back of Sara's head and guided her mouth where it should be. Sara sucked Harry with a smoldering look of enjoyment dancing in her eyes.

With a pop, Sara pulled away from Harry.

"Both of you taste good. I need to get some more from the source though."

Sara crawled between Laurel's legs and her talented mouth lowered between Laurel's warm thighs. Laurel pushed her thighs up off of the bed, to meet Sara's questing mouth. Slowly, Laurel lifted, so Sara could meet them.

Harry viewed the beautiful sight of the younger sister sucking Harry's cum out of the pussy of her older sister. It was a very beautiful sight, and Harry's cock hardened immensely at the view of it. His cock hardened, even more, when Sara lifted up a hand and spanked herself on the ass.

Enticing pussy called out for Harry. He grabbed Sara's hips and spanked her a couple of times. Harry's cock, now hard as a rock, slid into Sara's body.

Sara's cunt stretched around Harry when he intruded inside of her body. It was really one of the best feelings and one that Sara found herself never getting enough of. Harry pushed deeper inside of Sara, spreading her loins out when Harry pushed deep inside of her. Her cunt stretched down on Harry the further he pushed himself into her. Harry grunted when shoving his length inside of Sara, making her feel the full pulse of his cock inside of her.

"I'm going to fuck you all night long," Harry whispered in Sara's ear.

Sara twitched, her pussy tightening around Harry with each possible intrusion. Harry shoved his lengthy rod deep inside of Sara's waiting quim. Each shove inside of her made Sara explode with desire. Harry pushed further into Sara, pounding her pussy from behind for everything it was worth, and in Harry's mind, he thought it was worth more than a lot.

"Please, harder," Sara begged Harry.

Harry wasn't going to back down from the challenge. He took his cock into Sara and made sure her face was also buried between Laurel's thighs.

"Make your sister cum, and I'll make you cum," Harry said.

Now, Sara re-doubled her efforts on Laurel. Those screams got Sara going, and eating the pussy with a fever beyond all measure. Sara swirled her tongue around Laurel's moist center, slowly drawing more seed onto her tongue. Laurel reached up and grabbed onto the back of Sara's head, pumping up to meet those thrusts. Laurel tightened her grip onto Sara's face.

As promised, Harry rewarded Sara with an amazing orgasm. The flow building in Sara's body showed how intense Harry would make this if Sara wanted it to be intense. Harry picked up a pace and buried his hard cock into Sara's gripping, greedy canal. Sara squeezed Harry and released him. Harry pumped deep inside of Sara, filling her pussy up with more cock than the beautiful blonde could have ever known in her life.

"Cum for me, Sara," Harry told her.

Sara closed around Harry's tool and obeyed his words. She would cum for him, harder than anyone else before. Harry pushed deep inside of Sara and stretched out her pussy. Each time Harry's cock slid into Sara, Sara closed around Harry and released him.

The actions continued, with both Lance Sisters receiving multiple orgasms between each other. Harry held on for the ride and made Sara's pleasure rise up. Her pussy held on tight to Harry and milked him for everything it was worth. All while the sensual sounds of Sara eating out her own sister made Harry push deep inside.

Laurel thought she was going to die with pleasure. Ever since meeting with Harry, she could not get the young man out of her head. And as for Sara, well, Laurel would be lying if she didn't have thoughts about what Sara's wicked tongue could do to her. Laurel closed her hips around Sara's face and allowed Sara to delve deeper inside.

The fun continued for a very long time. Harry's balls reached their full length, and he could not hold back any longer. After edging Sara to one more great orgasm, Harry allowed her to cum. Sara tightened around his cock, releasing the evidence of her arousal around Harry's pole.

Harry then used the lubrication to bury himself into Sara. Those balls came very close to bursting. Harry pushed deeper inside of Sara and buried so much seed inside of her, that it overflowed from Sara's pussy.

Sara pulled away from Laurel. Harry pulled out of Sara.

In a blink of an eye, both Lance Sisters crawled over to Harry and began to worship his cock. Laurel took him into her mouth, and Sara licked the base which Laurel could not put into her mouth while squeezing his balls. The morning of fun was just beginning.

And one poor frustrated Veela outside had no choice, but to view every sticky second of it.

Later the day, Sara decided to take up Fleur on her invitation to head to the temple. Fleur looked at Sara with a look of longing.

'She knows not to act without my consent or yours,' Harry responded. 'I've taught her a lesson about using her little allure to manipulate people without consent.'

'Would that lesson have anything to do with causing her to be forced to watch you take me and Laurel in every single way possible?' Sara asked a few seconds later. 'And not being allowed to join in on the fun in any way.'

Harry just smiled. Sara watched when her devoted servant, and that was a very hard one to wrap her head around, but Fleur had been very devoted. Fleur opened up the door and allowed Sara to step inside.

"We have made the accommodations most comfortable for your return," Fleur said. "If there's anything you want, anything at all, please ask."

"Well, I could use a foot rub," Sara said. "It's been a long walk up here."

Fleur smiled and motioned for two of the servants to bring out a chair. They dropped it on the ground, and Fleur invited Sara to sit down. Sara took the invitation. To be honest, she was being a bit facetious when asking for a foot rub. Since Fleur was so eager to please Sara, Sara was not going to turn it down.

Those boots slipped off, and Fleur lightly brushed her fingertips on the underside of Sara's elegant feet and started to move up, to massage her toes. Fleur used slow and broad strokes. Sara closed her eyes with Fleur rubbing her feet. Fleur leaned in and it was almost like she was tempted to suck Sara's cute little toes.

'Maybe later,' Sara thought a moment or so later.

Fleur rubbed Sara's foot, thanking the heavens for a blessing of worshiping her goddess. Slowly, Fleur ran her hand over the area of the foot, and then back over it. Those toes were open and ready for Fleur to play with as much as she wanted. And playtime was just beginning.

"Well, the perfect spot for you, Fleur."

A girl who looked like Fleur, only slightly shorter, stepped into the room. She stepped back and looked at the younger girl, who dressed in a black silk top, and a matching skirt as well. She had her hair cut a slight amount shorter, but had the same beautiful face and dazzling eyes, along with a brilliant smile.

"This is my sister, Gabrielle," Fleur said. "Gabrielle, this is Sara…she's….."

"The White Canary," Gabrielle said. "It's an honor to meet you, great goddess. Would you care for some of our nectar? Well, you invented the process, so I'm sure you would."

"Gabi, her memories haven't assimilated to the new vessel yet," Fleur warned her sister.

"Right, right, I know that," Gabrielle said, offering her sister a very prominent rolling of the eyes. Regardless of the fact, Gabrielle held out the drink.

Sara took the drink a few seconds later and took a long swig of it. It caused her body to warm up and it felt good. Maybe not as good as the beautiful French woman massaging her feet, and practically worshipping the tips of Sara's toes, going inches away from kissing on them.

"May I help?" Gabrielle asked.

The puppy dog eyes and the pouty lip of the younger sister made Sara's heart almost melt.

"You can kiss my feet if you want to," Sara said.

She was half-joking. Gabrielle leaned in and kissed Sara's toes. She slowly moved her way down the foot and worshiped Sara's foot. Fleur pulled away and looked a bit dejected.

"You may do so, as well, Fleur," Sara said.

Fleur dove in and she kissed the bottom of Sara's feet. She sucked on Sara's toes and they tasted like candy. The pleasured moan coming from her goddess caused Fleur to be pretty pleased.

Both of the sweet French sisters took turns kissing Sara's feet. Sara leaned back on the chair, enjoying Fleur and Gabrielle worshipping her feet in turns. She felt a warmth and wondered if they could worship her in other ways.

'You're enjoying this way too much,' Nyssa thought.

'Who wouldn't?' Talia asked. 'It's not like your Elite Guard doesn't serve you in a similar way if you asked them. And I know you've asked them.'

'I wonder if they would dress in French Maid outfits if I ask them,' Sara said.

'Given they're devoted, I would imagine so,' Nyssa said.

The doors opened up and two beautiful older women stepped inside. Sara decided to motion for the two sisters to slide away from her. Fleur and Gabrielle looked dejected but recovered quickly.

"You've found her," one of the two women responded.

"Yes," Fleur said. "Sara, this is my mother, Appoline, and this is my aunt Adrianna…who was tasked with holding onto the White Canary Amulet until you passed the trials."

"I hope you forgive our strongest warriors for coming after you," Adrianna said. "I had to be certain you were the one."

Sara just smiled.

"Fleur mentioned a ceremony, which would announce my arrival to the rest of your tribe," Sara said.

"There is one, this evening," Adrianna said. "And you are the guest of honor."

Adrianna smiled and looked at her Queen. She looked as divine as possible.

"Come on, let's show you the monument, I built in your honor," Gabrielle said.

"You built it?" Fleur asked. "You little brat, I helped you just as much."

"Yeah, you were too busy primping to do any real work," Gabrielle said.

"I do not primp," Fleur said crossly.

Gabrielle just threw her hair back in distinct imitation of her sister and gave a musical giggle. Sara watched in amusing, the bonds of sisterhood, and sisterhood rivalry was well and truly alive between these two French sisters. Naturally, Sara would not exploit something like this for her own devious benefits. A smile crossed over the face of the young woman.

"Girls," Appoline said. "Remember to act with dignity in front of the White Canary."

Sara just smiled.

"Would you like to show it to me now?" Sara asked. "I'm certain these two will behave themselves."

Gabrielle and Fleur responded with little smiles. Perhaps, Sara imagined such a thing, but she almost could see the devious little devil horns popping out from the other heads of the two young witches. Sara was going to have to see how this played out with both of them.

Laurel half hoped to run into Sara when heading off for a trip to France, and elsewhere in Europe. Needless to say, Laurel never really expected things to turn out this way. Laurel thought despite some difficulties, the bonds between the two of them felt good.

She felt a bit more energetic as well since touching the medallion. It took them a while to figure out there were no negative effects. Laurel didn't start to sprout feathers or turn into a canary which was a pretty good sign.

"So, is he going to meet with us before we head out?" Barbara asked.

"Don't sound too excited," Laurel said with a smile.

"I was wondering if he might want to come to Gotham City," Barbara said. "Yeah, I know, it's not a place where people would go out of their way to visit. The constant crime isn't exactly the biggest tourist attraction or anything, but it's home, in some weird way."

Laurel smiled, for a lot of people, Gotham City was home. Hell, Starling City was not that much better than Gotham, and both were only slightly better than Bludhaven, which had one of the worst crime rates in the world, other than maybe Detroit or Chicago, or something like that. Regardless, Laurel suspected they could overlook the frustrations they felt when going home.

"Hey."

Harry walked over towards Laurel and Barbara. Both of them greeted them, with Laurel enveloping Harry into a warm embrace.

"Thanks again for rescuing my sister," Laurel said. "I appreciate it."

"I know how much you appreciate it."

Laurel just smiled, and Barbara leaned over to extend her hand for Harry to shake. The two of them shook hands. Barbara found herself surprised, but not entirely displeased to receive a light kiss on the top of her hand. A shudder spread through Barbara's body when Harry pulled away from her.

"Sara will be back when she feels like she can," Harry said.

"What about...Olivia?" Laurel asked.

"I'm sure she'll face it when Waller paroles her as well."

"Waller, of course, it would have to be her," Barbara said. Laurel gave Barbara a very evident sidelong glance, and there was the obvious call for elaboration made between the two of them. Barbara just responded with a very evident sigh. "We've run into each other a couple times before. Long story. Really long story come to think about it. I'd love to tell you all about it."

"From what I heard, she's nowhere near as bad as her mother."

Barbara heard that as well funny enough.

"The two of you can't say anything you've found out here involving me, Sara, or the League," Harry said. "Which means you have to keep a secret from him."

Barbara looked a bit surprised, and a tiny bit flushed that Harry asked such a thing of her. Something caused Barbara to concede in agreeing with Harry's request. She had no idea what made it so easy to agree with everything Harry said. It was just one of those things where Barbara found herself agreeing it was the best for everyone if she agreed with everything that Harry said.

"I can keep a secret," Barbara said. "Trust me."

"I'm trusting you," Harry said. "It was nice meeting both of you. It would be a shame to keep you from your flights."

Laurel didn't really want to leave. Harry slipped something into Laurel's hand. It was a wristband with runic symbols on it. Laurel never saw anything like her life, not even through her mother's life. It looked very interesting, and she had so many questions about the watch.

"It gives you a means to contact Sara," Harry said. "Try and keep it to yourself, and respect Sara's wishes about not wanting anyone to know she's alive yet."

Laurel frowned and had no choice, but to agree.

"Well at least he's not wiping our memories," Barbara said. "You can't do that, can you?"

"Well, I can, although I prefer to use that as a last resort," Harry said. "You can use that wristband to contact me if you need anything. And if you see your mentor before I do, tell her that the Dragon wants a word with her."

Laurel just smiled in response. Not many people on Earth could summon the fabled Lady Shiva, but she had a feeling Harry was one of the ones. Laurel and Barbara made their way to the life.

'So, she didn't get bonded?' Rose asked.

'Sometimes they jump on the bond pretty quick, somethings there's something blocking the bond from happening right away,' Harry thought. 'There's something holding back Laurel from accepting she's worthy of the bond network. She might know it consciously, but there is.'

'That's interesting,' Rose said.

'I wouldn't know,' Sara thought. 'Laurel's changed in the past three years, we all have. Well, maybe not Barbara, but she's survived most of the insanity in Gotham City.'

Anyone who survived the insanity in Gotham City would be pretty much okay for most of their lives, at least that's how Sara felt, and anyone who stepped one foot in Gotham City.

'So, are you going to check it out?' Nyssa asked.

'The caves?' Harry asked. 'Yes, Tess mentioned them, and Lana mentioned them. They might have a clue for one of the other medallions, maybe all of them. And the sooner we have them all, the better our lives are.'

'Got to catch them all,' Sara replied dryly.

This particular statement flew over the heads of Harry, Nyssa, and Rose. Nym, who had also been listening in on the conversation, broke out into laughter, even though she was the only one on the conference call who got what Sara's snarky little reference was a reference to.

Harry pulled out the cell phone he had and dialed it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lana, it's me, Harry," Harry said ."I was wondering if you were back in Smallville."

"Yeah," Lana said. "Why?"

"Because, I might be coming there in a few days," Harry said. "But, before I make the trip, I have to ask you one question. Is the offer for a place to stay and a bed to sleep in?"

"My bed's always open to someone like you...I mean, I'll have a bed open for someone like you," Lana said.

Lana sounded flustered, but Harry just let it go without a comment, even though there were so many comments he could make.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," Harry said. "I'll call you when I get into town."

Technically, Harry could have dropped into Smallville at any time just be teleporting there. He had to maintain appearances, and he had no idea whether or not there was any laws regulating the use of spontaneous magical travel. It was a nightmare, or so Harry heard, back in his world when trying to get your Apparation license reinstated after it got suspended.

Harry much preferred brooms anyway. Although, the medallion did make teleportation a lot easier.

"So, is this mysterious guy coming soon?"

Lana smiled and had been hanging out with one of her friends, Chloe Sullivan. The perky blonde stood next to Lana, almost bursting with excitement. If nothing else, one of the more prominent smiles possible went over the face of Chloe. It was hard not to smile while being near her. She was always so full of energy, which had nothing to do with the obscene amount of caffeine Chloe had.

"He said he was on his way," Lana said. "Speaking of which, have you seen Claire lately?"

"She's been avoiding everyone," Chloe said. "I think it has something to do with her father."

Chloe took a moment to take a deep breath and knew that Chloe was not talking about the recently deceased Jonathan Kent, who died of a heart attack. And Claire had a lot of guilt for that one. She always carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, and Chloe wanted to shake Claire, tell her not everything was her fault.

'Some people just have a savior complex,' Chloe responded a moment or so later.

"A guy named Potter is going to be staying in the Potter House," Chloe said. "It's almost poetic. Are you sure you aren't related, somehow distantly?"

"I thought he might be related to Amanda and Emily," Lana said. "They have the same green eyes, and I've never seen eyes like that elsewhere."

"Well, let's just hope he doesn't get into half of the trouble they do," Chloe said. "Otherwise, he's going to be living a very insane life."

"They're not bad," Lana said.

"They make Lois and Lucy look like choir girls," Chloe said. "What the hell does that tell you?"

Lana just responded with a smile, and this debate would have to wait for another time as a very nice looking sports car started to pull up. It was the sort of thing which someone only drove when they were looking to make a statement. Chloe whistled at the car and whistled even more at the man he came out of the car.

"Do you think you could put your eyes back in for a minute, and try and be subtle?" Lana asked.

"Sorry, it's just…he's a not a ten," Chloe said. "Maybe a twelve, or so, he breaks the scale…it's just something like the way he carries himself."

"Well, I'm glad to make a first impression," he said. "I don't know if Lana's told you about it, I'm Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you Ms…"

"Sullivan….Chloe Sullivan," Chloe said. "Shaken, but not stirred."

Harry just smiled and took Chloe's hand to offer a slight kiss to the top of it. Needless to say, this caused the desired reaction through Chloe. The poor girl looked very flushed when Harry pulled away from her. It left Chloe with her mind lost.

"Wow," Chloe murmured. "You're really something….you're here to see the caves, aren't you?"

Another car pulled up before this conversation came on. The door opened up, and Harry came face to face with a girl who was slightly younger than Chloe and Lana, maybe about a year. Her brown hair tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a pair of glasses. She dressed in a black tank top, and a pair of nice form fitting blue jeans, which showed she was very gifted in the backside. The top half was also very good as well.

"Oh, sorry, Lana, I didn't know you had company."

"Hailey, it's fine," Lana said. "This is Harry Potter."

"Oh, are you any relation to Mandy and Emmy?" Hailey asked. "Oh, and my name is Hailey Edwards."

"Not as far as I know, although you're far from the first person to ask me about that," Harry said a second later, offering Hailey a very light smile in response, which the younger girl responded.

Harry just was looking at the girl. Perhaps, Harry had jumped to one of the biggest conclusions of the world, but unless he missed his guess, he came face to face with Hermione's sister. Harry could have been wrong, and there was a pretty big chance he could have been wrong. What if he was right though?

"Well, your eyes are similar," Hailey said. "I've never seen a shade of green like them before, well only in pictures, and that can be manipulated. I mean, I've never seen them up close, or not."

Hailey took a moment to take a deep breath. She tried not to get excited. Harry looked at her, in amusement, and she had been a bit too spazzy. Hailey needed to try and reign herself in before she embarrassed herself.

"So, what brings you to Smallville?" Hailey asked in a more tranquil tone of voice.

"I was hoping to get a closer look at the Kawatchee Caves," Harry said. "Lana mentioned them to me when I ran into her in France, and I was hoping to get a closer look. She wasn't the first person who told me the pictures inside the cave look in me, and I was curious."

"Well, yeah, I would be curious if someone told me there was a picture of you inside of a cave," Hailey said. "My mother, she's been researching the caves for a very long time. She's been researching a lot about Smallville, ever since she brought me here after….well when I was younger."

Harry took a moment to look at Hailey. He noticed that look right away, and Hailey chewed down at the bottom of her lip in response.

"How about I show you the caves?" Hailey asked. "We can talk about….well we can just talk."

Harry wanted to talk to the girl. He looked over and saw Lana grow very annoyed for some reason. Chloe looked at Lana in surprise.

"I was going to take him to the caves," Lana said.

"You've never been as interested in the caves as I am," Hailey protested.

"I know, but I promised I would take him to the caves," Lana said. "You get too excited, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself, would you?"

Chloe looked from Lana to Hailey, and back and forth several times. It was almost like she observed a tennis match, and she had no idea who had the ball in their court. She turned towards Harry who cleared his throat a moment or so later.

"We can all go."

Lana and Hailey looked at each other a few seconds later, and both of them nodded in response. They didn't really mind that, they didn't mind both joining Harry on the trip.

"We'll take my car," Hailey said.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Chloe asked.

"Hey, I'm a careful driver, most of the time," Hailey said. "Besides, I know these country roads like the back of my hand. I've memorized every turn, every twist, every single bump in the road."

"Fine, we'll take your car," Lana said.

Lana just wanted to see whether or not her theory was true. Hailey turning up when she did, well Lana loved the girl, but she could get a bit too anxious at times. The girl had a lot of energy, to be honest.

"Your mother studied the caves?" Harry asked. "You never mentioned your mother's name to me, did you?"

"No, I didn't," Hailey said. "Her name is Charlotte Edwards."

Harry spent a moment just smiling. He was pretty sure Hailey was the one. To think, this would be one of the least obvious places to hide. Harry was surprised, given

rumors he read about Smallville in the not so distant past. He would have figured HIVE would have been attracted.

X-X-X

"I must have gone to this cave at least twice a week since I was ten," Hailey said. "Well, there were a few months ago where something strange happened…..one of my other friends, Claire…she started acting weird and she went up that cave. We didn't see her until three months later."

Harry just responded with a frown. He thought that was very odd. There was something else odd coming from the cave as well. There were pulses of magical energy. Lana and Chloe stepped in the cave as well.

They were not alone as well. Someone else had been up in the cave.

"That isn't odd," Hailey admitted. "The cave is a tourist attraction. Many come here to hear the story about the Namen who has come from the sky and blessed them all."

"Harry?"

Harry looked at the person who popped in the cave. Daphne Greengrass stood at the other end of the cave. She walked over towards Harry, with a brisk smile on her face, edging closer towards Harry when she crossed the path deeper into the cave.

"Daphne, what brings you to Smallville?" Harry asked.

"You know her?" Hailey asked.

"Who are you?" Lana asked.

Lana had been put on guard by the new woman showing up for reasons which she could not quite figure out. She had been having some weird feelings ever since coming back from France a couple of days ago. Lana edged closer to the cave and noticed something in the back of the cave. It was a crack of some sort, and she was very tempted to push it out.

"Girls, this is Daphne Greengrass, she's a friend of mine," Harry said. "Daphne, this is Hailey Edwards, Chloe Sullivan, and Lang Lang."

"It's nice to meet you," Hailey said in a bubbly tone of voice. She bobbed her head in thinly veiled excitement and eyed Daphne with a very brilliant smile.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," Chloe said. "So, what brings you to the caves?"

"That's a good question," Daphne said. "I woke up this morning and thought I had to be here. I sensed something."

The fact Harry had arrived here of all places made Daphne's curiosity piqued just a slight amount more than normal. She knew the feeling was more than a feeling. It was a sign of something happening. Daphne could not figure out what was going on, just something was going on.

"You don't mind if I borrow Harry for a minute."

All of the girls looked at each other and nodded in response. None of them had any problems, and Harry did not have any problems.

The two walked outside of the caves on the rocks. The vantage point overlooked the fields of Smallville, and across the way, there was a nice dam leading to the area. Harry looked across to a field and off to the distance, he could see a very prominent farmhouse.

Harry's amazing eyesight locked onto the Potter House as well. He looked around three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Do you have the serpent medallion on you?" Daphne asked.

"Always," Harry said. "Why?"

"Just a hunch I have," Daphne said.

Harry pulled out the medallion and it was glowing. A bright light came out of Harry's hand and a beacon shot in the air. Harry followed the progress of the traveling light which went over Smallville, and it stopped on the ground outside of the area of the dam.

"I think we found her."

Later that night, Daphne and Harry followed the location. Hailey, Chloe, and Lana showed them around the area of the cave. Harry intended to explore the cave more on his own later. There was just something about the cave which caused him interest. There were more questions which needed to be raised, and unfortunately, not enough answers, for Harry's liking.

'Time to answer some questions now,' Harry thought to himself.

Daphne and Harry stopped outside of the Reeves Dam in Smallville. It had been destroyed in the Meteor Shower and repaired over the years. Harry held out the medallion in the palm of his hand. The flittering glow continued to lead Harry to his location. He moved closer to the edge of the dam, seeing the energy pouring out from deep underneath the ground.

"There's something down there," Daphne said. "There's also something blocking us."

Harry noticed several large chunks of green meteors covering what appeared to be a vessel. He scanned to get a look at the chemical composition of the rocks down below. They were unlike anything Harry ever saw on Earth. He lifted the rocks off of the ground, and they landed right away. Harry used a spell to completely block the radiation absorbing from the watch.

Down below, Harry spotted something sticking around the area of the ground. A large metallic ship stuck up in the ground, ready for Harry to come down and yank out of the ground. Harry slowly pulled the alien vessel out of the ground. The remaining rocks sticking to the vessel crumbled away, and had been released.

The markings on the front of the ship illuminated. The spells Harry put on the area indicated that no one, other than himself and Daphne could see the amazing light show which was taking place around the area of Smallville. The symbol on the ship matched the symbol on the temple. Everything combined, it became obvious.

"It's her," Daphne said. "Kara, she's…"

Harry looked at the front of the ship and through a window in stasis, Harry caught a glimpse of a beautiful blonde girl who was in stasis. She dressed all in white and reassembled the statue back at the serpent tribe headquarters.

"Stand back, I'm going to open this ship," Harry said.

Harry channeled enough energy into himself to pull the front of the ship open. The ship had defenses where they had been locked down. The ship slowly opened up and allowed air to flow through. The occupant slowly came out of her suspended animation slumber.

The occupant of the ship's eyes snapped open. She looked at the green eyed man in front of her, very dazed and disoriented. One weak word came out of Kara's mouth.

"Har-Zod?"