Chapter Thirty-Eight: Long Awaited.
Lana sat in the sitting room of the Potter house, she was equal parts confused, and also a bit nervous as well. Her finger started to rap against the window. Harry said he would be back when he took care of something. If it was anything like when Claire took care of something, well Lana was concerned something was going to happen. Perhaps, she should give Harry more of the benefit of the doubt.
On the other side of the room, Hailey had been half-crashed on the couch. She decided to stay at Lana's when her mother was out of town, on assignment about something or other. The mysterious work that Charlotte Edwards did which put her out of town for long periods of time, Lana really did not know and could only begin to guess. The brunette leaned back and took in a deep breath, looking out the window.
Suddenly, Harry appeared in the driveway, next to that other girl. Lana frowned, she didn't hear a car, but then again, Harry left his car parked in the driveway. So wherever he went, he walked all the way over here. Lana thought that was very impressive, for a couple of reasons, at least as much as she could figure.
It took Lana to realize Harry had been with his friend, that Daphne, who met him at the caves. Who had been lurking around the caves for reasons which Lana had not been able to guess. She looked at the window and saw that when Harry was coming around the way, he carried a mysterious blonde woman in his arms. Lana rose up to her feet, which startled Hailey off of the couch.
"What?" Hailey asked, half-sleepy.
Lana didn't say anything, she just flung the door open, with Harry and Daphne making their way inside. The woman in Harry's arms could be heard breathing, just faintly, but still breathing. Lana looked at Harry and Daphne, and then back to the room. She had a lot of questions, and not so many answers to be honest.
"What's going on?" Lana asked.
"I found an alien ship buried in the dam," Harry said.
Lana had looked at Harry like he had grown a second head. A few seconds passed, with Harry looking from Lana to the couch. Hailey got off the couch, and her mouth hung open wildly. Words failed Hailey, in a way which they did not fail her older sister, at least back in Harry's old timeline."
"You found an alien ship in a dam?" Lana asked, slowly dragging out each of those words, as if she did not believe it. Or maybe she was trying to force herself to believe it.
"You sound shocked?" Daphne asked. "I thought Smallville was used to strange activity."
"Don't worry, I put the dam back together when I dug her out," Harry said.
"Okay, you dug her out," Lana said. "Where's the ship?"
Harry moved over towards the blanket and put her down on the couch. Without being asked, Hailey made her way into the side closet, and pulled out a blanket, and gently laid it down on the visitor, who was shivering just a slight amount.
"The ship's in my pocket," Harry said.
"Of, of course, it is," Lana said. "What do you think happened to her?"
"I'm guessing the fatigue of being put in stasis for so long and being jarred out, not to mention trace amounts of radiation poison got to her," Harry said. "She has been down there for at least fifteen years by my calculations."
Lana did the math in her head and realized the visitor had been down there since the time where the meteor shower which brought Claire to Earth happened. It always came back to the meteor shower, everything in Smallville. It changed it from a humble farming community to the hotbed of freaks.
"She's actually an alien?" Hailey asked.
"Yeah," Harry said.
"Wicked," Hailey said with a smile on her face. She then grew suddenly serious, after realizing the potential implications of the matter. "Um, she's not a dangerous alien invader, or anything, is she?"
"As far as I know, no," Harry answered a moment or so later. "Her planet's gone, I can tell right away."
Lana nodded in understanding. If she came from the same place that Claire did, her planet would have been long since destroyed. Lana felt a slight amount of sympathy for this girl as she was on the couch. Harry stepped back and put his hands on the head of the girl.
"Who is she?"
"In a past life, she was Kathryn Slytherin, but she was called Kara by her sisters and her friends," Daphne said. "Now, we don't know…you don't want to get too close when Harry's doing that."
Lana stepped back and allowed Harry to work whatever he was doing. Did he have some sort of healing hands like Chloe did? Although Chloe would be knocked out for at least twelve hours, if not more, she hadn't quite figured out her power.
"I think most of the injuries are just fatigue," Harry said. "Actually, I know that most of the injuries are fatigue, and she's going to be fine. Just needs some rest."
Hailey, Lana, and Daphne all stepped back. They all wondered what was going to happen next. Harry decided to put the medallion away. Explaining this to a girl who lost her entire world, it was not going to be among the easiest things Harry ever did in his life. He figured it was going to be among the hardest things possible, if Harry was perfectly honest, and most of the time, he was more than honest.
"Hailey, can I have a word with you?"
While Harry waited for Kara to recover, he figured he would have a bombshell. Hailey's eyes widened, but she nodded up and down eagerly. Harry took Hailey's hand and she blushed slightly, but recovered quickly and looked a bit less put off when Harry escorted her into the kitchen to talk.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Hailey asked. "If you want to know more about the Namen, and the legends surrounding about that, maybe we can go out for coffee or something?"
"Maybe we will," Harry said. "But, it's nothing like that, it has to do with a more personal manner. It has to do with your sister."
The tension in the room could have been cut by a knife. Hailey's eyes closed tight at the mention of her sister, and a deep breath followed. Hailey turned around and the somewhat cheerful and upbeat demeanor turned rather tired very quickly.
"I wouldn't know anything about her, given I haven't seen her in twelve years," Hailey said a moment later.
"She's alive."
Hailey raised an eyebrow and gave a very soft statement.
"Oh?"
"Yes, she's alive, and….well she wants to know whether or not, you and her mother are okay," Harry said.
"We're both alive, yes," Hailey said, delicately. "Harry, I'm going, to be honest with you. I'm not sure if I can forgive my sister for running out on us when she did. There's a lot more going on than she's telling you, or even I know."
"We know about your grandparents and their connection to HIVE," Harry said.
"HIVE?" Hailey asked, sounding very confused.
The tone of her voice showed maybe Hailey didn't know about the HIVE connection her grandparents had. Harry thought that was fair enough, at least he thought it was fair enough.
"So, Mia's alive," Hailey said. "Or does she still insisting of being called by her proper name….Her-My-Own-Nay!"
"Trust me, she hates that name," Harry said.
"Good, thankfully, and I hope she stopped trying to worship the ground our grandmother walks on," Hailey said. "She wants to kill the Dragon, and everything he stands for and…..she will just end up plunging the world into chaos, out of spite."
Hailey half wanted to know where the old bat was because you kept your friends close and your enemies closer. The door opened up on the other end, and Chloe made her way inside. She and Lana had a brief conversation with each other.
"You found another one?" Lana asked.
"Seems to be so," Lana said. "Guess, Claire isn't the unique snowflake we think she is."
The locked room in ARGUS's central facility had been a source of curiosity for Rose Wilson ever since she got her. She came across the outside of the door and pushed against the door. The door refused to budge, and Rose tried to kick it in.
"What are you doing?"
Rose spun around and withdrew a blade. Mia stepped back a few feet when Rose came this close to impaling Mia halfway to death with the blade. And it would not be the first time that Rose came very close to putting a blade into the chest of this particular girl.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Rose asked.
"It looks like you're trying to break into a locked room," Mia said. "And you're not being very subtle about it either."
"Well, it's obvious Waller's hiding something," Rose said.
"Well, I find it very hard to believe that the head of a super-secret covert government operation would be hiding something at all."
That tone which Rose received caused her to frown in response and look Mia directly in the eye. Sarcasm was not really a good look on her. The two of them stared each other down for a long moment.
"I'll be honest with you," Rose said. "I really want to get into that room, because I know Waller has information on my father. And I need to find out where he's being held."
"You should just let this go," Mia said.
"Wouldn't you want to ask your father why he did some of the things he did?" Rose asked. "Your father, he willingly helped HIVE enact plans, which resulted in the deaths of millions of people."
"I don't need to know," Mia said. "And face it, Rose, you're not just wanting to ask your father questions. It's never that simple with you."
"I want closure," Rose said.
A few seconds passed with Rose taking in a deep breath and coming out with another one. Mia just looked Rose straight in the eye, as if trying to detect some amount of bullshit passing through the tone of the girl. Mia leaned in and put a hand on Rose's shoulder.
"We both know what closure means for you," Mia said. "You want nothing better than to kill your father for all that he's done to you."
"Don't you?"
Mia sighed in response.
"Yes," Mia said. "But, what I want and what you want are two different things, and that's not the point. The point is, there's going to be blood on your hands if you do this. Back on that submarine, Harry could have let me be killed by you, but he didn't. He thinks you can be a better person."
Rose just folded her arms.
"Being a better person does not mean not leaving people unaccountable for their actions," Rose said. "Slade Wilson was at one time a good man, but I don't really know what happened. All I know is any goodness in him, it's long gone now. He's nothing, but a mercenary, cruel, and heartless. He's violent, and will kill anyone in his path, now and forever."
"Maybe," Mia said. "But, Waller has him under control."
"Does it help you if I say I don't trust Waller?" Rose asked. "If my father wants to find a way out, he will. The only way to take care of him…."
"You really want to kill your father?" Mia asked.
"He's used his own daughter as a test subject for a serum," Rose said. "Is that the act of a kind, and loving father? Your father might not have been the one to sell you to Ivo, but he never stood up to his mother either."
"I'm not mad at my father, though," Mia said.
Rose felt like she wanted to beat her head against the wall. Perhaps, mistakenly, she thought Mia would have been the one to understand the situation more than anyone else. She was wrong, and now Rose was back at square one, wondering what the hell to do next.
One of the DEO agents stepped won the hallway and stopped short, looking at Rose and Mia. Rose looked towards the DEO agent.
"Do you need anything?" Rose asked.
"Waller wishes to have a word with both of you," the agent responded.
Rose wondered if it had anything do with getting a chewing out of almost knocking the door down. Mia just turned around and shrugged in response. Both of the girls allowed this DEO agent to lead the way, as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on. With Waller, they never knew. The moment the two of them passed down the hallway, they saw Liv coming out of her quarters, with another government agent following.
"Let me guess, Waller wants to see you too?" Rose asked. Liv responded with a nod in response. "Yeah, I thought so."
The images of towers falling, and the sounds of a planet bursting apart could be heard. A girl of around sixteen or so years old had been pushed out, going to the ship, the ship which had been waiting for her. A sound of a voice came in the back of Kara's head.
"GO, YOUR COUSIN IS ON HER WAY!"
Kara's fingers started to twitch in response, but she made her way to the alien ship. The ship blasted off and left the planet of Krypton, trailing beyond a pod which contained her cousin. She would have thought that the genius which was Jor-El would have built a better vessel.
Also following the two vessels were flying chunks of rock. One of the rocks connected the edge of Kara's ship which knocked it slightly off of course. The stasis field engaged before Kara could react, and the next thing she knew, she went to sleep.
Kara's eyes flashed open and she hurled the blanket off of her. She found herself in an unfamiliar room. The intense breathing of the captive Kryptonian followed. Kara looked around from the right, and to the left, and kept heavily breathing in response.
Those weird dreams also flashed into Kara's mind. She appeared in an unfamiliar time, and an unfamiliar place, alongside a handsome young man, with the most brilliant green eyes imaginable. Kara's heart fluttered when thinking about this particular young man.
Fully awake now, Kara looked across the room, her vision slowly clouded over for a moment. It took Kara seconds to come too, and about a minute to see the young man of her dreams, surrounded by four women. All of them were offering smiles, and while they were intending to be reassuring, there was something about this situation which did not reassure Kara at all.
"Where am I?"
Kara stumbled back and almost fell onto the couch. The first rays of the morning sunlight coming in caused a small spark of energy to come through her body.
"Relax, you were poisoned," the young man responded. "Your ships shields were beginning to fail when I pulled you out of the area that it crashed in. You have been in stasis for a long time."
Kara just took a second to allow these thoughts to sink in. Her ship's shields were about ready to fail. That was all well and good for numerous reasons. She understood about that much. But, how long had she been down in wherever, with the ship's radiation coming in?"
"Sit down, my Queen," Daphne said.
Daphne did not mean to cause any more confusion. The statement about Kara being her Queen slipped out in one of the most natural ways possible. Kara's eyes flashed over to Daphne, widened in surprise. Daphne responded with a deep breath and inclined her head.
"You're in Smallville," Chloe piped up. "Meteor capital of the world."
More faded memories came back into Kara's mind. Yes, she remembered Smallville. It was the place her Aunt Lara chose to send her then unborn daughter Clara, in case something happened to Krypton. The images of the falling towers, the explosions of the planet cores, and the screams of people, of lives being snuffed out, flashed through Kara's head when she heard it.
'So, it's over.'
They were warned for years. The Council refused to listen to any reason. They only listened to their supposed perfect computer, Brainiac, who had claimed that there was nothing wrong. All of the instabilities found by Kara's mother, and her uncle, Jor-El, they were nothing to be concerned about.
Kara's head started to throb when these memories came to her. The young man with the brilliant green eyes reached over and cupped the top of Kara's head. Kara allowed one ragged breath to come out of her and let another ragged breath.
"My friends, my family, all gone," Kara said. "I have to find her…."
"Find who?" Harry asked.
Harry received some questions. Kara had been too distracted to question Daphne's slip of the tongue, fortunately at least. He knew this could change in a blink of an eye, if Kara started to think about things, or start putting two and two together.
"My cousin, Clara."
Chloe and Lana both tensed up a moment. Could it be possible? Kara did not notice their motions. She tried to move out of the door, but Kara staggered. Harry held onto her.
"I was supposed to get powers beyond the wildest imaginings of human beings," Kara said. "Why am I so weak?"
"Poisoning and fatigue," Harry reminded her. "You're not weak, you're just recovering. You were asleep for fifteen years."
"Fifteen…fifteen years?" Kara asked.
That tone of voice resulted in Kara's voice cracking. She leaned against the shoulder of the man who held her up, for lack of anything else better to do. Kara could not really do anything else other than think about what might have happened to her cousin.
"It will be fine," he said.
"Yes…"
"My name is Harry."
For some reason, there was something familiar about that name. Kara could not put her finger on what was familiar about it, it just gave Kara a sense of warmth and security, the likes of which she had never felt before in her entire life.
"Why don't you stick around, and we can all figure this out?" Daphne asked.
Kara nodded, until she got better, the Kryptonian survivor really did not have too much of a choice other than to stick around. So stick around, she did, at least for right now.
Olivia Queen's fragile patience was at the point of being pushed over the edge. She understood going on a few missions for Waller. It reached the point where Waller took advantage of Liv.
There were times where Liv strongly considered taking up Harry on his offer to get out of here. Something held Liv back, and she could not figure out. Perhaps, Liv felt she deserved being just one step above of the collared crooks on Waller's Suicide Squad for all of the tension she had. Mia and Rose joined her, and Gwen stepped into the room as well.
"They're not letting you go home, either?" Liv asked.
"Well, to be fair, I don't have a home anymore, and this isn't my universe," Gwen said.
"What about the spider cult place?" Liv asked.
Gwen knew Liv meant well by talking about that particular location, but it still made her shudder to even consider such an arrangement. The spider cult location had some devoted followers. The Black Widow, or Natasha as they were calling her these days, she had been among one of the most devoted followers possible, and Gwen knew she was not the only one.
The fact she had this spider medallion, still weirded Gwen out a tiny bit. There was a whisper in her ear to put it on and see what might happen. Gwen felt the compulsion strengthen with each moment in time. Something held Gwen back. Something, something, and Gwen did not know what, but it certainly was something which held her back. Gwen's breathing increased when thinking about being surrounded by spiders.
"Maybe someday, but I'm not quite ready to go there."
Liv pulled away, and it was fair enough. The quarter of girls turned around and looked towards Amanda Waller who stepped in front of them. Waller held the briefing sheet in her hand, and Gwen felt like she had been called to the principal's office to get reprimanded. Not she would know anything about that, okay, maybe a little bit.
"The four of you have been called here because I have a mission which requires your special skills," Waller said.
"Oh, you don't say?" Liv asked.
The very obvious sarcasm burned through Liv's voice. Waller just smiled, and Liv did not like the smile passing over Waller's face. There was something overtly calculating about the look. Even Mia, Rose, and Gwen looked at Waller, a bit uneasy, and a little bit nervous as well.
"It should be right up your ally, Ms. Queen," Waller said. "You'll find that this operation is in the heart of Starling City…right on your home turf. Although the old hometown has changed a little bit. There are drug operations which have popped up, and this gentleman has been building up an empire deep in the heart of Starling City."
Liv could not help, but think Waller tested her for reasons unknown.
"So, this drug empire is in Starling City?" Liv asked. "And you're going to send me there, along with Rose, Gwen…and Mia I guess."
"I'm not the field type," Mia corrected.
"Yes, ARGUS has found your field combat skills to be quite lacking," Waller said. It wasn't done out of malice, just making a statement of fact. "Therefore, you will be heading to Starling City on this mission. And I will willingly release you from your obligations. You do not have to be indebted to Mr. Potter to allow you to sneak away because you will be free and clear."
There was a catch, and Liv knew there was a catch. Liv knew she was a good asset to ARGUS and their operations. Holly pretty much told her point blank, if she was inept, Waller would have found different ways to extract the debt. Now, Liv had to go on these progressively more dangerous missions, for reasons unknown.
"What's the deal here?" Liv asked.
"I want you to head into Starling City," Waller responded. "And do what you can to shut this drug trade operation. If you succeed in this operation, I will release you from your obligations, and you can go home if you really want to."
"Why wouldn't I want to?"
"Only you can answer that question, Ms. Queen," Waller said. "But, there's one thing you must remember. Until the mission is done, you can't allow any of your friends, or family to see that you're alive. The element of surprise is important in taking down this particular drug dealer."
Liv looked at Waller and set her jaw. Okay, fine, she can play this game, Liv suppose. What was the problem anyway? The temptation to see Thea again had been great,
"Ravager and Spider-Girl….."
"Spider-Woman," Gwen corrected.
"Ravager and Spider-Girl," Waller repeated, this time in a more firm tone of voice which left no room for argument. "Will be joining you on this particular mission. Remember, do not be seen. The Bookworm will be handling the specifications on mission support and any relevant information she receives, it will be passed onto you. Is that understood?"
"Don't I get a cool codename?" Liv asked. "How about Artemis…you know like the goddess who could do Archery?"
"Your name is the Green Arrow," Waller responded.
Liv pulled a face in response. Why did Waller have to stick a color in front of the codename? It didn't really make any sense.
"Are Holly and Nym going to be joining me?" Liv asked.
"Agent Granger and Agent Tonks are currently on a classified mission halfway across the world," Waller said. "So, you are the senior agent on this mission, and I hope you will lead things with the maturity I expect from one of my ARGUS agents."
Liv just responded with a nod. Waller put out the package of paper and showed a picture of the drug dealer. He was a man of about four foot tall and wore a fedora covering his face. Did his hands look, green in the certain light in the picture? Liv could not be completely certain, but she imagined them to be.
"His name is Mr. Toad, and that's the man you need to take down."
Mr. Toad? Now, Live felt a little bit better about the entire Green Arrow codename now she had to fight someone who called themselves Mr. Toad. He didn't look too threatening, at least in the picture, but looks could be deceiving, to be honest.
"So, are the Weasels going to be involved as well?" Mia piped in. Waller gave her a very reprimanding look. "Come on, you call me the Bookworm, and don't expect a literary reference?"
"I suggest all of you prepare to leave at once," Waller said. "Our most reliable intelligence coming in from Starling City indicates a shipment has been moved on the pipeline between Starling City and Gotham City. You're going to have to move and get there as soon as possible."
Liv, Rose, and Gwen had their mission and were ready to go, at a moment's notice. It seemed almost too good to be true in Liv's mind, mostly because she did not believe it was something which was going to go on without a hitch. Perhaps she could be wrong, but there was something about the entire situation which put Liv on edge, at least for a few seconds.
"So, are you ready to leave?" Gwen asked.
"I'm about as ready as I'm going to be," Liv said.
Rose just nodded, understanding where she was coming from. The trio of girls made their way out. Waller sent them on this mission for a reason. The reasons of why Liv had been sent on the mission, a blind person could see why she had been sent. The reasons of why Gwen and Rose had been sent on the other hand. Those were less transparent and less obvious. Rose suspected they would find out sooner rather than later.
'Way too many questions. Not enough answers. That's my life in a nutshell.'
Kara took in a deep breath and enjoyed the soup which had been made for her. It had been a while since she ate anything. The stasis field of the ship kept her alert and alive, but still, eating something gave Kara a piece of mind. She took a long drink from the glass of juice which she had been given.
"Thanks," Kara said. "I was a bit upset when I came out of the ship. And I must have been very confused. It's just, it's been fifteen years."
Krypton long since had become a memory in the universe for as long as Kara had been down in the ship. She took a deep breath and looked towards Harry.
"So, where's my ship?"
"As I told Lana, it's in my pocket."
Harry figured he would have to show Kara what he meant. He pulled the ship out of his pocket and set it gently down on the table in front of Kara. Kara's eyes followed the progress of the ship, and a momentary surprise had been surprised. It was her ship, shrank, a miniaturized version in front of her.
"I can restore it," Harry said. "But, I think it's a lot less conspicuous right now to keep shrunk."
"I agree."
"I have to ask you a couple of questions. That is if you don't mind?"
"Ask me, please," Kara said. "You saved my life. If that radiation seeped through the ship, it could have killed me. Especially if it was parts of the radioactive core of my planet….someone was conducting mining experiments down there and thought they could grab a rare element from down there. They thought wrong."
Harry put a hand on Kara's shoulder and she relaxed. Hailey, Daphne, Lana, and Chloe all had gone elsewhere to allow Harry and Kara some time alone. They were in the kitchen, having coffee if they were needed.
"So, what did you want to know?"
"Before you passed out, you called me Har-Zod."
Kara frowned and racked her brain for the memory of that statement. It was not if she did not believe what Harry said. It was just that she did not remember calling Harry that particular name. Her mind went a million miles a minute, deep in thought.
"I did, didn't I?" Kara asked. "I don't know why I called you that. You….look like him a little bit, I guess. General Zod, I mean. He was one of the fiercest army leaders Krypton ever know….but you can't be his son. I'm not even sure if he had a son."
There were rumors he might have.
"The Dragon used Har-Zod as one of the aliases."
Daphne stepped into the room.
"I actually have a question for you now," Kara said. "when I woke up, you called me your Queen. Why did you call me your Queen?"
"You are the reincarnation of Kathryn Slytherin," Daphne said. "She preferred to be called Kara, though. And that's who you are….."
"Kara Zor-El of Krypton," Kara said. "You think I'm reincarnated from this ancient Queen on Earth?"
"She wasn't entirely human either," Daphne said. "You look just like her. You'll know when you put on the medallion."
Harry pulled out the medallion a second later. Kara looked at it. She recognized the image on the medallion as some kind of Earth serpent. She frowned and took a deep look at the medallion.
"It found you and lead me to your ship," Harry said. "This is a lot to take in. Especially given you lost fifteen years of your life."
"If I'm reincarnated, I've lost a lot more," Kara said. "I don't...I don't know what to say."
Kara allowed the medallion to slip between her fingers. It felt warm, almost right if Kara slipped the piece of jewelry around her neck. She held it up and looked over it. Kara felt a pull to put it on.
"When the time is right," Harry said. "No one is forcing you to put it on."
Harry gave Daphne a warning look. Daphne responded by nodding in response, understanding why Harry did not want to pressure Kara. She lived a very interesting life in the present and went through some tragedies. Yet, given how Kara had been reincarnated from their Queen, Daphne was confident she would bounce back.
"Kara?"
"Chloe, isn't it?" Kara asked.
"I know where you cousin is," Chloe said. "And I'd think she would appreciate seeing someone from her blood family, who doesn't want to manipulate her."
Kara didn't really know what to say about it. The last time she saw Clara, the girl was only a few months old, and Krypton was dying. Now, if Kara's math was correct, between the three-year travel and the fifteen years on Earth, Clara would be legally a woman.
"She actually might want to meet both of you," Chloe said.
"Kara, if you want to go on your own first, I understand."
"I don't want to embarrass myself on this new world," Kara said. She gave him a nervous smile, which was less self-assured than normal. "And I trust you to make sure I don't make an idiot out of myself."
Kara instinctively grabbed Harry's hand and Harry reinforced said grip. Something familiar, and very pleasant about his touch occurred to her. Kara drew in another breath and decided it was now time to do this. It was time to see her cousin. Chloe's words made Kara very worried what was going on regarding Clara.
"Where is she?" Kara asked.
"Right down the street."
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Family.
A dark-haired girl with blue eyes stepped up to the fence and took in a deep breath. Several soda cans lined up over the edge of the fence. The woman dressed in a black jacket, and a black top, along with jeans, and cowboy boots when stepping into the picture. She analyzed the cans with one look and took another deep breath, trying to figure out what to do with these cans.
'Okay, I can do this.'
The last time she tried to do this, she ended up knocking out half of the fence. Claire repaired it, stepped back, and tried to figure out what she did wrong. There was a lot of math involved, and while it had never been one of Claire's better subjects, she sat down and worked with the numbers.
Claire Kent had been through it a lot over the past couple of months. Her birth father continued to integrate himself into Claire's life, and now told her, she needed to acquire three stones which would allow Claire to go forward to the next step of her destiny and training. Claire took a deep breath and looked at the cans on the fence, wishing her father was here, and by her father, she meant not Jor-El, but the man who raised her, Jonathan Kent.
Jonathan would always be there to give Claire the advice she needed. It might have not been the advice Claire wanted, or even advice Claire appreciated half of the time, but it was advice she really needed if she wanted to flourish. Claire drew in another deep breath, and there was a tension feeling in her body at the thought of her father being gone. Claire missed him so much.
Things had been unfortunately different around the farm. Claire had been alone on the farm, and there had no one else there. Her mother, Martha, had gone out on a trip to Metropolis. Claire thought about looking over college plans, and she was sure to get a few scholarships, but Claire just couldn't bring herself to focus.
Every second, Claire heard the whispers of Jor-El coming in, telling her it was time to achieve her destiny. Claire focused, knowing that she could pull this off. It would show Jor-El how his daughter was not weak and did not need to be guided, or rather molded. Claire took in a deep breath and aimed towards the fence. The can on the fence started to rattle, and Claire reared her hand back.
The concussive force made by the palm strike knocked the can over. Claire thought it was good, but her powers could be capable of much more than that. Long range, they could be very useful to take down threats which were just far too powerful to fight close up.
'Okay, I can do this,' Claire thought to herself. 'No sweat.'
Claire took a moment to breathe, and then hold onto the can, at least in her mind. The long range force she could deliver was something which should be able to crush the soda can as it was on the fence, and not just merely drop it off. Claire reared back and smacked the can.
The can just fell backward and landed on the grass. Claire took in a deep breath when looking at the can down on the ground. She did not really know what to say.
'Third time's the charm, maybe.'
Claire looked at the third can and tried to picture it. There was some kind of mental block. Claire held herself back way too much, something which she unfortunately thought could have cost her. She wanted to be normal, but no matter what Claire's best efforts were, being normal was not a good thing. She needed to be extraordinary.
She needed to be extraordinary because that was what she was. Claire Kent needed to crush the can and crush it down. The Kryptonian survivor-focused on the can and focused everything she had into one crushing blow.
The can crumpled and Claire looked very pleased. It finally worked. Now would it work on a constant basis? Claire didn't know. The Kryptonian Survivor thought she was finally making some kind of headway and could have done a dance if it did not look so undignified.
"Claire, are you back there?"
The voice of Chloe came. Claire had been reminded by how much she neglected Chloe, Lana, and even Hailey, in the process of this period of transition. Her friendship with Lex was a dead issue, and he was turning weirder, more obsessive, and slightly creepy as well, trying to find out Claire's secrets.
"Are you still being a moody goth?"
Chloe showed up and Claire looked at her long time friend.
"Hey, Chloe," Claire said.
This statement did not receive the desired reaction from Chloe. Chloe put her hands on her hips and looked Claire dead on in the eye. "Don't you, hey, Chloe, me. You've been avoiding us all ever since it happened. I thought giving you space would be the best thing. You lost your father, and it was the fault of…well, some glorified piece of Malware."
Claire cracked a smile at Chloe's description of the Jor-El AI.
"You won't believe this, but there's another Kryptonian," Chloe said.
"Another one?" Claire asked.
Claire had thought there might have been more survivors from her home world out there. It was Claire hoping beyond all hope there was someone out there who might be able to tell her a little bit about what the planet was like. Jor-El didn't tell her, Claire didn't ask, and even if she did ask, Claire very much doubted Jor-El would be the warm and kind type.
"You want to meet her?" Chloe asked. "She's your cousin….and she's been buried underneath the Reeves Dam for fifteen years."
Claire could not believe it. The number of times she went next to the dam over the years, to think there was a cousin of hers, buried underneath the dam, in some kind of alien ship. The very thought just blew Claire's mind. She looked Chloe straight in the eyes.
"So, are you done being a moody goth and hiding from the world?" Chloe asked.
Chloe tried to smile and this time, Claire returned it. Claire moved around the corner and turned to see a blonde woman who resembled her in some ways, facially speaking. She was beautiful, with golden hair which had been tied back and blue eyes. She dressed in a red tank top which rode up a little bit to show a tiny bit of her midriff. Claire's eyes came on, glued onto the perfectly flat stomach. Those legs stretched down from miles.
'Wow, she's beautiful.'
"Harry found her," Chloe said.
"Harry…oh the guy who…"
Claire pulled her attention away from the Kryptonian survivor and locked eye to eye onto Harry Potter. Those green eyes, the black hair, that handsome physique, well Claire had been rather blown away by the young man. He resembled the man, the Namen, in the paintings of the cave. She had been drawn to that particular cave.
"Hey, Kara, this is Claire…"
"You look just like her," Kara said. "Lara, I mean, only with darker hair, and when she was younger, but she looked just like her."
"Lara?" Claire asked.
"Yes, your Kryptonian mother, Lara," Kara said.
A few seconds passed, and Claire allowed this to sink in. She heard a lot about Jor-El and knew more than enough about Jor-El to be perfectly honest. Lara, her mother, that was something that Claire was not like.
"I'm your cousin, Kara," Kara said. "Zor-El's daughter and Alura's as well, technically."
"Right," Claire said a few seconds later. "My father didn't mention he had a brother."
"Well, my father and yours…they didn't really get along," Kara said. "I'll be the first to admit my father is about as much as fault as anyone because of the situation. But, your father, he was never perfect. Brilliant yes, but he had his moments."
Given the way Jor-El configured his AI, Claire could have practically guessed there was going to be some problems if she was going, to be honest.
"Hello, Claire," Harry said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lana and Chloe told me so much about you."
"Hopefully, I haven't been acting like a moody Goth all summer," Claire said a moment or so later. She just smiled and looked at Harry. "You have eyes, just like Amanda and Emily…their mother, was my mother's cousin. Her name is….."
"Lily Evans?" Harry asked.
"How did you know?" Claire asked.
"Just a hunch," Harry said. "Just a hunch."
Harry did not dare ask the question of whether or not his mother was alive in this reality or not. He did not want to take away from the reunion between Kara and Claire. The two happy cousins smiled at each other when making their way to the Kent Farmhouse.
"So, can you tell me about my mother?" Claire asked.
"Of course," Kara said, beaming.
Several of the lower level gang members in Starling City moved around. The upper class, the elite, it made it hard for the guys who were just trying to make it buy, to operation. They knew something big was in the future for the people of Starling City, they just didn't know what.
"I don't know about this new guy, something about him gives me the creeps."
"Relax, he's not going to bite you," he said.
"Okay, it's not Mr. Toad, I'm worried about, it's about his partner in crime, the guy who he's working with," the mobster who offered his misgiving stated. "I've seen pictures of what he's done….his work…it's gruesome….what the hell is he thinking?"
"Hey, you're not a young woman between the ages of sixteen and forty-eight, so you have nothing to worry about," the lead mobster said in a gruff voice. "Just relax, my friend, and let me do the talking."
The dripping of the building and the smell of decay put the mobsters into pretty anxious territories. There were rumors, whispers, that Mr. Toad's partner in crime performed some experiments down in the basement, and those experiments were not exactly very pleasant.
"Gentlemen, welcome."
A short figure of about four foot tall turned up and the mobsters peered down at the man. He held a briefcase in his hand and moved, practically hopping over. The mobsters looked down at the short, stooped figure, wondering what the hell is going on. He dressed in a black overcoat, a hat, and gloves, fingerless gloves which showed his hands. Shoes as well, but when the figure looked up, he had the face and beady little eyes of a toad.
"Mr. Toad?"
"I've earned the name quite well, my friends," he said in a very posh accent. "I understand you wanted a piece of the pie and wanted protection."
"Yeah, the big time drug rackets snuffed us out," one of the mobsters said, shuffling his feet. "But, I'm not sure if I think you're serious enough for us to work with."
Mr. Toad chuckled and opened up the case with several glowing green vials inside. The menacing, but short, gentleman bowed his head.
"You don't believe in Mr. Toad's Wild Ride?" Mr. Toad asked. "I'm not surprised. You don't seem to be the gentlemen who would adapt to such a thing. But, one dose of this stuff and all of your troubles will go up in smoke, trust me."
He already poured some of the bubbling fluid in a syringe. Mr. Toad looked towards the men in question and started to see who would be the best fitting for an experience.
"You seem to be down on your luck, friend," Mr. Toad said. "Why don't you have a little dose of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride?"
The mobster looked very confused and looked at the vial. "Nah, I just sell the stuff, I don't take any of the stuff."
"But, I insist," Mr. Toad responded a moment later. "How do you know none of this stuff is any good if you don't take a shot of yourself? Just one tiny prick and it will be over. And I think you're a gentleman who could appreciate a tiny prick."
Before the gentleman could say anything, Mr. Toad stabbed him with the needle. The man screamed out in horror and then started to hyperventilate in excitement. He fell back onto the ground and moaned in pleasure. His body started jerking and twitching, feeling the pleasure. Every single nerve ending sung with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah, that's the stuff!" the man yelled. "Oh, that feels so good…it feels like there's a party in my body, and you're all invited."
Some of the mobsters stepped back, fretful. Mr. Toad watched the progress of the mobster when he thrashed up and down, eyes bulging over when he hit the amazing high.
"This is a less concentrated dose than I normally give," Mr. Toad admitted. "But, for the purposes of the demonstration, you can't deny it's proved the point."
The other mobsters had no choice, but to nod in agreement. Their fellow mobster on the ground thrashed up and down, breathing in and breathing out. His entire body skidded to a stop when breathing fiercely. Then, in a blink of an eye, another high had been hit, before his body slowly shuddered into a state of pure rest.
Mr. Toad stepped over and put his fingers on the side of the man's neck, lightly brushing against it. A second passed, and Mr. Toad responded with a very delicate nod.
"He has a pulse," Mr. Toad responded. "That's a good sign. He went on a journey, and he survived Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. I think you can agree, it's been aptly named."
The mobsters responded with nods in response, none of them wanted to argue with that man. Some of them had been curious, to be honest.
"I can give all of you're a free sample," Mr. Toad said. "There's only one catch, my friends. You do something for me, and I do something for you. A simple token really. My employer needs people with special qualities. So he could fix them….you've heard of Professor Pyg, haven't you?"
"Yeah!" the mobster yelled.
"Relax, you're not his type," Mr. Toad said. "I have certain maladies that I'm keeping out an eye for him. He will fix them, make them perfect. Make them, grander….look what he did to my wife. Dear Dolores?"
Mr. Toad pulled out a picture of an ugly woman dressed in pink which caused several of the mobsters recoil in horror. She looked rather hideous like some kind of demented hybrid of a toad and a human being.
"Look at her, she's beautiful, isn't she?" Mr. Toad asked.
"Well, there's all sorts," one of the mobsters responded a few seconds later. "Fine, we'll get our stuff. What do we do, with Hank, there on the floor?"
"Leave him, he's going to have to deal with the side effects," Mr. Toad said. "I wish to study him, to see what the long term effects are of a heavily concentrated dose of Mr. Toad's wild ride. And you do this for me, and I will give you what you want. You want respect, I can give you respect. You want a ride, well, my friends, I can give you a ride."
The short, and at the same time sinister drug dealer, turned a living, breathing, talking toad looked. He flicked his tongue in the air and caught a big juicy fly which landed on the mobster's shoulder. The criminal grimaced the second Toad's tongue scrapped over his shoulder, causing him to shiver.
"Missed dinner," Mr. Toad said. "Good day, gentlemen. I hope to see you soon."
Mr. Toad had big plans, to spread his drug empire to the world. And he would have the help of Professor Pyg, as long as Mr. Toad supplied the good man with several willing subjects to perfect. They had imperfections, but Pyg would make them better.
Several of his consumers were also now clients or Professor Pyg. Toad smiled at the work the man done. It was beyond exceptional.
Mr. Toad opened up the door and saw three kidnapped teenagers. Two of them looked strung out, and beyond words. The third whimpered in horror when looking at Mr. Toad.
"Relax, child, everything will be better soon," Mr. Toad breathed in response. "You will go on a pleasure trip."
"Please," the teenager breathed.
The scream coming from the lab underneath indicated the operation was not going as planned. Professor Pyg did not administer that strong of a sedative, for fear it would end up corrupting the operation.
"You'll be fixed soon," Mr. Toad said. "Don't worry, you'll be beautiful, just like the rest."
Mr. Toad showed up an image and the teenager recoiled. They looked like monsters. She just wanted an escape from her abusive father, and Mr. Toad's Wild Ride turned out to be a hell of a kick. The kick turned into a nightmare. The teenager kept breathing in and out, horror going through her eyes.
"And it will be your turn, soon."
Hailey took a deep breath and considered some options. The moment that Harry told Hailey Mia lived, it really flipped Hailey's world upside down. She came to terms with Mia being dead, and the fact she would never have to deal with Mia again. Now, Hailey had to face her sister or at least the fact she was dead.
The cave had been a perfect place for Hailey to be left alone with those thoughts, those conflicting thoughts. It gave her sanity and sanctuary. Hailey crossed her legs together and took a deep breath in response. A figure came up from behind her in the cave.
"I wondered if you were here."
Hailey turned around and came face to face with Harry Potter who stood there. The younger girl bounced up to properly face him.
"Sorry, I got out so soon," Hailey said. "I figured I didn't want to crowd Kara and Claire, they were meeting up for the first since when Claire was a baby. And….I figured Lana and Chloe might want to try and pry Claire a little bit out of her shell. So I came up here to think, and to figure out what I want to do if there's anything I can do."
"I'm sorry if I upset you by telling you about your sister."
Hailey leaned in and grabbed Harry's hand for a moment to reassure it, it was not Harry's fault.
"You did the right thing by telling me," Hailey said. "I had to know she was still out there. Where is she?"
"Secure government facility, she's being held for observation," Harry said.
Hailey just whistled in response and wondered what the hell Mia did to land in a government facility. The possibilities were endless, and Hailey's thoughts were vast. She had a very prominent imagination of what Mia could have gotten up to.
"Of course, I'm not really surprised," Hailey said. "Should I be surprised?"
"No, you shouldn't be," Harry admitted to Hailey. "She ran out in a bad place, and your grandmother, she sold Mia to a ship where she spent twelve years in her life. She was in a bad place. There are things she was done, which she was not happy about."
"Yes," Hailey said. "I can imagine what she could have been forced to done."
"Ivo manipulated her," Harry said. "And she was looking for a father figure."
Hailey was not surprised about that either. Their father, well Hailey was too young to remember it. The less than a handful of times her mother mentioned David Granger, it had not been a favorable recognition. Hailey could only imagine what he had been liked, and that was what she wanted to do.
"I have to ask you a question if you don't mind," Harry said.
"Sure," Hailey said. "I'm happy to help."
One could tell how fast Hailey's expression perked up, now that the subject had, if not very briefly, had been taken off of her sister. Hailey took in a deep breath and locked eye to eye with Harry.
"You know Amanda and Emily Potter, right?" Harry asked.
"Oh, believe me, I know them all too well," Hailey said. "They're the type to leave an impression on you. Smart, perhaps too smart for their own good. They graduated college by the time most people were struggling with high school. They get it from their mother, Lily."
Hailey had a pretty good idea why Harry was asking these questions. She did not want to dig too deep into the personal business though.
"Lily's still alive?" Harry asked.
"Yes, although she's very busy, she works with my mother, and a couple of others," Hailey said.
"So, your mother knows my….she knows, Lily," Harry said.
Harry had to remind himself, technically in this universe, Lily Evans was not his mother. He never knew the Lily that was his mother. It was something Harry came to terms with a long time ago. Also, there was no Harry Potter in this universe, no evidence Harry had ever been born, even though several people he knew back home had alternate dimensional counterparts.
"Yes," Hailey said. "I can ask my mother if you want to meet with Lily. She might be one of the only people who could get ahold of Lily when she's doing, whatever."
"Thanks, Hailey," Harry said.
"I want you to do me one favor," Hailey said. "I hate to say this, but I need closure. And to have closer, I need to speak with Mia."
"She would be happy to know you're alive," Harry said.
"Seriously?" Hailey asked.
A small glimmer of hope that Hailey could have some kind of relationship with her sister, or at least they could be cordial with each other, it hit Hailey suddenly. She leaned closer towards Harry, while in the cave. The sixteen, almost seventeen-year-old girl, looked very eager.
"I can help you," Harry said. "I know where she is, and I can bring you into the government facility. If you want to meet her."
"Can you let me talk to my mother first?" Hailey asked. "I really don't want to do this behind her back."
"I wouldn't ask you too," Harry said.
Hailey leaned in and threw her arms around Harry. The warm hug pulled Harry into Hailey. The beautiful brunette teenager leaned in and lightly touched her lips to Harry, daring to kiss him. Harry tightened the grip around Hailey, surprised at her bold and brazen actions.
"Sorry, I'm not sorry," Hailey said, grinning. "But, I've always wanted to do that. Kiss a god."
"Well, I'm not sure if I'm quite there yet," Harry said.
"Oh, you will be, though," Hailey said. "It's important to get in on the ground floor. That way, you don't look like someone jumping on the bandwagon."
Another kiss followed, and this time, Hailey pulled away with pretty much no apologies. She left Harry right where she wanted, grinning very obviously.
Starling City was very different than where Olivia Queen left it. Liv wondered how it could have been, and she had a few ideas. Perhaps, she had been blinded by some of the corruption and the contamination of the city she called home. Liv didn't know, but she looked very nervous for obvious reasons when stepping out into the picture. Time gently ticked by and Liv drew in a very prominent deep breath and drew it out. The green hood pulled over her head. Rose and Gwen stood on either side.
"Yeah, that's not going to be in my nightmares or anything," Gwen said.
"What?" Rose asked.
"The Bookworm sent me a picture, showing the end results of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, after an overdose," Gwen said. "You…well we just ate, but I figured….."
Rose and Liv leaned over and both of the girls grimaced in response when looking at it. A young girl, maybe younger than them all, looked on with a wide-eyed look of fear, her skin turning a blistering purple, and peeling off. There was a sense of horror in her eyes, and a closer look at her eyes indicated they were about to fall out. More pictures flashed through, and her skin looked rather rotting, like a corpse.
"And she was still alive through the decomposition process until her organs shut completely down," the Bookworm chimed in. "You need to shut these people down. These are the type of things…David Granger might have been selling."
"Yes, but you don't take what your father did personally," Rose said.
"Thea, come on, you're going to like it. It's the best in town, and it's not like you can't afford the price."
Liv could not believe it. Getting out a car, was Thea, and three of her friends. They moved their way to a very shady warehouse, towards a back alley. One of the girls dressed in a tank top, with a very prominent scar going down the back of her neck, which was visible.
"Rochelle, are you sure about this?" Thea asked.
"Your mother's been on you, you need to relax," Rochelle said. "I've forgotten all about how my older sister wants to butt her nose where it doesn't belong, how my parents got divorced. When you go on Mr. Toad's wild ride, there's no getting off until you feel total fulfillment. It's better than sex."
"Come on, you're just exaggerating now," one of them said.
"Dear Rochelle, how are you?"
One of the men stepped out of the shadows and looked towards Rochelle.
"Hello, my friends were looking to purchase some of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride," Rochelle said. "Especially Thea, she could use a pickup. Her sister and father went missing at sea, presumed dead."
'Don't do it, Thea, don't do it,' Liv mentally chanted in her head.
"Well, that looks…that looks different than any drug I've ever seen."
Liv tightened a grip around the bow. Rose put a warning hand on her shoulder. Her sister was well-informed of what drugs looked like. What happened to her little Speedy?
"It is, it's the ultimate thrill," he said. "And the first sample is on the house….now, dear Rochelle, my employer wishes to speak with you…..do you think these fine ladies can find their way home?"
"I'll get a taxi, and come back home," Rochelle said. "It will be alright."
Thea's friend followed the shady looking man, and the other three girls, Thea included, left with the case they had been given. Liv took a step forward and had to be held back by both Gwen and Rose.
"That's my sister," Liv whispered urgently. "She's…that's my sister."
"Yes, Liv, I'm fully aware that's your sister," Gwen said. "And she just bought drugs from one of Mr. Toad's dealers. We need to shut them down at the source."
"We have to focus on the mission, Queen," Rose responded. "Your sister does take after you, doesn't she?"
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Liv asked.
"Nothing," Rose said. "We get in there, get out, and we find out where these guys are making their supplies. That way, Thea, and the rest of these girls can't buy anymore."
Liv disagreed, the most important thing was getting to her sister, and talking some sense into Thea. Yet, the man in the trenchcoat came around, without Rochelle, Thea's friend.
"Professor Pyg is going to love fixing that one," the trenchcoat man said. "Better him, then me."
"Professor Pyg?" Spider-Girl asked.
"Shit," Bookworm hissed. "You need to find out where they took that girl now."
"What about the drugs?" Ravager asked.
"What about Thea?" The Green Arrow chimed in.
"No time, there's no time to explain, just believe what I have to say, you need to find that girl, if she's with Pyg," Bookworm said. "Trust me on this one….he's….well, I'll explain it when you've found him."
Liv broke down the door and came across the trenchcoated man.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
The man in the trenchcoat received an arrow to the shoulder. Liv rushed forward, and grabbed the man and hurled him up against the wall violent.
"Look, look, I'll give you anything you want," the trenchcoat man said. "You look like you could use a little bit of Mr. Toad's wild ride, and I can give it to you, free of charge. No strings attached even, you just need to….."
Liv shot another arrow into the man's shoulder, and he felt by in agony.
"Where's Professor Pyg?" Rose asked. "Where did you send that girl?"
"You don't want to meet Pyg, girlie," the trenchcoat man said. "Mr. Toad has been sending some of his more troubled customers along to him. He's going to fix them. Maybe, you need fixing too. Pyg could make you perfect."
Rose kicked the man between the legs and caused him to drop down on the ground.
"Perfection is overrated," Rose said. "Where's your supplier?"
"It's…..it's in the Glades," the man breathed. "Facility on the edge, it's three factories, they are making Mr. Toad's wild ride….please don't…have mercy."
Rose grabbed the trenchcoat man around the neck and throttled him.
"Pyg, tell us where it is or I swear to God, I will break your neck," Rose said.
"Such fury, such anger, so beautiful," the trenchcoat man whispered. "I like it when a girl gets rough with me."
Rose pulled back in disgust when she realized the trenchcoat man got a little bit excited in the process. Liv frowned in response and decided to plant three more arrows. She aimed the last one a little bit lower, which caused the henchman to breathe heavily.
"He operates in a lab underneath Facility Two," the henchman said. "I swear to…"
Liv knocked him unconscious. They had the information they needed. She was going to shut these people down and cause them to pay. They were selling teenagers drugs, and it sickened Liv straight down to the pit of her stomach. There needed to be something done to stop these people and soon.
"You going to be okay?" Gwen asked.
"When every last drug in this city is burned, then I'll be okay," Liv said.
Daphne figured there would be some disorientation with their Queen. She did not put the medallion back on.
"I should have known she would have had this current life to worry about," Daphne said. "No matter how much we want her back, I don't think I can take that away from her."
"There's a part of her that remembers, subconsciously," Harry told Daphne.
The two of them made their way into the bedroom which Harry was staying in at the Potter House. Lana offered Daphne a place to sleep as well. Daphne needed to return back to Isabelle, Vanessa, and Anya, and report on the progress. It was slow, but she was back to life.
"I know she does," Daphne said. "And we shouldn't be worried. You're going to be here with her, making sure she adapts. We're going to be strong as ever before he managed to take you down."
"How did he do it?" Harry asked. "The White Bumblebee?"
Daphne answered with a shudder at that name. She did not like to hear it. The man had been long-lived, longer lived than anyone should have, under a variety of different aliases.
"No one quite knows, but he was left weakened for some time after the battle," Daphne said. "But, he's found a way to sustain his life. He'll be surprised as anyone that you're back."
A second passed, and Daphne wondered what to say. She was leaving in the morning. The girl leaned back against the wall and then back towards Harry.
"Thank you, for everything."
Daphne decided she could either go her entire life, wondering what might have been, or jump into the fray, and see what could happen. The gap between the two of them had been sealed with a kiss.
Harry had not been entirely surprised. Daphne always had been beautiful in his world, although he did not get to know the Slytherin as much as possible. That house divides had been an unfortunate problem which prevented people from making friends. Harry did not realize that until it was much too late.
He pulled back the front clasp of Daphne's robe and slid it down to the ground underneath her shoulders. Daphne stood before him, dressed in a lacy green bra, a green pair of panties, and a pair of green stockings underneath. She didn't have anything underneath the robe, other than that lingerie.
"Almost as if this was planned, Ms. Greengrass," Harry said. "You know what to do, don't you?"
Daphne just smiled and kissed Harry one more time. The kiss continued, with Daphne unbuttoning Harry's shirt, and pulling it off.
One drop to her knees put Daphne in perfect position to undo Harry's pants. There were very few people who Daphne would get on her knees for. The thing women worshiped most of all about the Dragon came into the light. Daphne leaned in and wrapped her fingers around the base of Harry's cock, slightly pulling on it. Daphne leaned in and kissed the tip of Harry's manhood, which caused him to groan. The large cock stretched to meet the inside of Daphne's lips. Her hand reached underneath the base of the cock, and she eased in, sucking Harry.
The feeling of Daphne's mouth wrapped around Harry's aching tool felt really good. The blonde pushed her mouth down, and then pulled out. Daphne licked Harry from the tip of the head down around the base, before going down and sucking his balls.
"Worship me."
Daphne popped Harry's head between her lips and did just that. The amount of cock easing into her mouth stretched it out. Harry leaned in to grab the back of Daphne's head and guide the cock into her throat. Daphne took his cock into the back of her throat like a champ, really feeling it.
A few minutes of intense cock sucking later, and Harry pulled out. He slapped his big cock against Daphne's face. She shivered, and Harry motioned for her to get up. Daphne rose up, and Harry unclasped the bra. Daphne's round, perfect, tits spilled out. Harry leaned in and cupped Daphne's breasts, causing her to moan.
"Fuck," Daphne moaned.
"Such coarse language, from such a beautiful girl," Harry teased. "But yes, Ms. Greengrass, that's exactly what I want to do with these beauties"
Harry's thick cock slid between the valley of Daphne's breasts. It was an amazing feeling, feeling Harry pumping in and out of Daphne's cleavage when she laid on the bed. Harry's cock head slapped the underside of her jaw, and those hands, those hands molded and sculpted Daphne's flesh.
"YES!" Daphne yelled at the top of her lungs. "I'm getting so fucking wet."
Harry pushed between Daphne's breasts and got a hold of the firm pinnacles of female perfection. Slowly, Harry poked his rod deeper inside of Daphne's cleavage, and then pulled almost all the way out. He pushed in and pulled out, at a very rapid fire pace, fucking his way deep inside of Daphne's amazing cleavage. She looked stunning the deeper Harry pushed his rod in between her round breasts.
"Like this, oh yes, like this!" Daphne mewled. "Fuck my big round tits, fuck them, so hard!"
Harry pushed deeper in between Daphne's breasts, and he intended to fuck them as hard as possible. He slowed down a little bit and left Daphne craving for more. Then he grabbed Daphne's round breasts, and really went to town on them, pushing deeper in between them.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Daphne begged him. "Put your cum all over my big round titties...I want them to be splattered."
Harry felt her breasts squeeze him harder as Harry pumped in through them harder. It was very hard for Harry to argue against what was being done, with Daphne. He pushed further between Daphne's cleavage, and slowly rocked deep between her. Those balls slapped against Daphne's chest the further Harry pushed in between them.
"Fuck," Harry groaned. "It's getting close."
The first splatter of warm cum spilled all over Daphne's ample chest, with Harry pulling away from her, and pushing back out of her cleavage. More sticky cum flowed from Harry's balls and covered Daphne's chest.
"Yes," Daphne breathed, with Harry pulling away from her breasts.
The cum oozed off of Daphne's breasts. She scooped up some of the cum from her fingers and sucked them dry. Daphne made many lewd sounds with her mouth, sucking the cum from her fingers.
Harry peeled Daphne's panties off, enjoying her smooth mound underneath his fingers. Harry ran his hands between Daphne's juice thighs and teased her opening, which dripped wet with arousal. Harry pushed the head of his cock at Daphne's entrance, and almost worked into her.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked.
Daphne and Astoria experimented with toys, but this was the first time an actual, cock entered her. She opened up for Harry, her legs spread out and balanced firmly in the air. Daphne slurped the last few ropes of cum off of her tits, before feeling the burn of Harry's cock head dancing at her entrance. Daphne put her hands on Harry's lower back, and slowly guided him into position.
"Fuck," Daphne mewled at the top of her lungs, slowly scratching Harry's back in the process.
"You really want this cock inside you, don't you?"
Daphne wanted Harry buried deep inside of her, more than life itself. The manhood pushed into Daphne's opening, spreading out her thighs. All the way down Harry's hard cock went, burying deep inside of her body. Daphne clenched Harry and released him with a fluid couple of pumps.
"Fuck me!" Daphne yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Yes, indeed," Harry said.
The feeling of such a pinnacle of manhood spreading out her thighs made Daphne burn with excitement. Her loins needed to be filled, and the best feeling to have them filled was Harry's lengthy rod spiking into her. Every single last movement of Harry pushing into her made Daphne excited. She stretched around him, and released Harry, before holding onto him.
Harry enjoyed the feeling. He always suspected Daphne's pussy would feel good. The feeling of her slick walls contracting and releasing around Harry's bare cock made him feel really good. Harry leaned in and touched Daphne's nipples, playing with her breasts some more. The very audible reaction made Harry certain Daphne liked what he was doing, and he endeavored to keep it up.
"You're feeling so good," Harry said. "Feel the pressure slowly build into you. It's flowing, feel your body warming up, feeling how good that feels. It feels good, you like being fucked, don't you?"
Daphne only responded by scissoring Harry's waist. Harry lightly touched Daphne's legs and sexual fire spread through the woman's body. She could feel Harry pummeling inside of her. The flesh smacked against the flesh the deeper Harry went. The first of many orgasms built deep inside of Daphne.
The energy coming from this woman was very intense. Harry pushed deep inside of Daphne, feeling the warmth of her walls clamped down onto him. Harry shoved more of his amazing rod deep inside of Daphne's warm loins. Daphne tensed up around Harry and pushed him further inside of her. Daphne rose up, and dropped down, to take Harry inside of her.
"Yes," Daphne moaned at the top of her lungs. "Take me. Fuck!"
"Yes, you're going to cum again, very soon," Harry said. "Get ready to cum for me, Daphne."
Daphne came for Harry, alright. The sensations of her loins rocking up and down pushed more of Harry's immense length inside of her. Those balls slapped down onto Daphne's thighs the further Harry impacted the girl's center. Daphne pushed up against Harry, rocking him against her.
"So good!" Daphne screamed.
Harry sped up the actions. Every inch of Daphne's body exploded. Her nerve endings had been rocked by the never-ending fire of pure sexual bliss. Harry was giving her a good workout. Her pussy was being stretched and filled it always meant to be.
Nothing would fill this void. Daphne would always feel empty without Harry's cock.
The beauty between him moaned every time and creamed around his cock. Harry pushed deep inside of Daphne's walls, slapping his hard cock against her womanhood. Daphne pushed up against Harry, to meet him. The two of them worked back and forth against each other, with Harry pushing deeper inside of Daphne.
"Fuck, this is so good," Daphne said.
"Yes, it does," Harry said. "Get ready, feel yourself cum for me. And then, it's my turn."
Daphne readied herself to receive Harry's gift. The feeling of Harry's large cock stretching Daphne made the excitement just double, and maybe even triple. Daphne could hardly stand it, receiving as much of Harry's cock as possible inside of her. The feeling of being stretched, filled, fulfilled even, by Harry made Daphne scream with excitement.
It was so good, it was better than good. Harry's large balls slapped against Daphne's thighs.
Harry worked inside of Daphne's center. The feeling of her orgasm wrapped around his tool, it felt so good. Harry was going to bury his cum inside of her.
Daphne released one more time. Harry grabbed Daphne and pushed into her. The feeling of the very powerful woman submitting underneath his thrusts caused Harry to speed up the thoughts.
Satisfaction filled Daphne at the latest orgasm. Satisfaction filled her that Lucretia and Vega would be second to get this, at best. Beating the Black cousins made Daphne very excited, feeling her loins heat up. Harry slowly pushed deep inside of her.
"You're getting off in beating them, aren't you?"
Daphne just smiled, and another moment of release hit her. Moments after that release hit her, Harry pushed his rod inside of Daphne and spilled his essence into her.
Every second those balls pumped their load into Daphne, she could feel another huge orgasm pass through her. Harry finished emptying his load into her body.
Harry spilled the last amount of cum inside of her body, leaving Daphne on the bed, with a smile of contentment, having filled her completely up with every last drop of seed from his balls.
He stepped back and could have sworn her heard someone listening outside of the room. It must have just been Harry's imagination though.