Fic: Timothy Drake and the Bell Tower Ghost(1/?)
Title: Timothy Drake and the Bell Tower Ghost
By:
milleniumrex (Story credit to museofspeed)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Everyone, pretty much. The entire cast of Young Justice, plus countless other faces from around the DCU in roles big and small. This chapter, just Tim, his parents, Bruce, and Luthor, but many, many more to come.
Words:1694
Summary: For 14-year-olds around the country, the winds will bring invitations to the Arcanum Institute for Magic and Sorcery. And with those winds comes the adventure of a lifetime.
A/N: Yes, it is a Harry Potter AU with the YJ characters! I blame/thankmuseofspeed for this idea, and she'll be playing in it too, writing one-shots whenever the inspiration hits her. I can't promise how often this will be updated, but I see it as an ongoing series. Yes, ages of various characters are screwed up, but I wanted almost everyone to be a first year, which at this school is a 14-year-old.
The calm night shift at Arkham Penitentiary for High-Security Magical Offenders was broken with a loud explosion and the sound of screams from the East Wing.
"You fools really thought these walls could hold me? Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light as the guard fell over dead, and Alexander Luthor, his wand reclaimed and vengeance on his mind, strode out of the East Wing. With a wave of his wand, Luthor burst open the doors and the halls filled with madmen. Overwhelmed by the attack, the guards quickly fell, but Luthor did not stay to savor this victory. The lunatics could have their blood revenge. He only wanted freedom, and the chance to slay old enemies.
Luthor had reached the top of Arkham tower when the all-too-familiar feeling of a sudden gust of wind nearly knocked him over. Looking up, he stared into the face of his tormentor.
"So...still saving the world after all these years, are we, Kant?"
The last son of Atlantis, Kal Kant, hovered overhead. "Give it up, Luthor. You're going back to your cell tonight."
"I think not! Crucio!"
Kal easily dodged the curse and flew in to disarm Luthor. "This always ends the same way, Lex. Expelliarmus!"
"I've had nothing to do but train my mind all these years, hero!" Luthor easily dodged the curse. "I know your weaknesses now! I know how to beat you. Fiendfyre!"
Flames exploded around the rooftop and wrapped themselves around Kal's arms. Brought to his knees, he screamed as the flames ate into his flesh.
"That...curse hasn't been seen in a thousand years! How do...you know Atlantean magic?"
"There are no secrets from one who desires knowledge. I learned all the secrets of your misbegotten doomed city, so I could use them to destroy you! Crucio!"
Luthor smirked as his nemesis writhed in pain before him. "Know, in the end, that I won not because I was stronger, but because I was smarter. Avada Kedavra!"
The bolt of green light hit Kal square in the chest, and he fell to the ground dead. Luthor bent over and grabbed a solitary hair from his enemy's head. It would be useful in due time. Right now he had other things to be concerned with, such as making the Squib witch who exposed his status as a dark wizard and cost him his seat on the Ministry and his freedom. Yes, she would pay, the first of many....
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Tim Drake looked up at the poster of the Gotham Gargoyles on his wall. He had never seen a Quidditch match in his life, or even seen any proof that it was a real sport, but it fascinated him nonetheless. His life in East Gotham was peaceful, safe, secure...but if everything his mother had told him as a child was true, there was so much out there. He was just a few months past 13 years old, and that meant he was one year away from finding out if that Golden Eagle would come bearing a scroll for him. His mother had never gotten to go to this school she told him about, and his father didn't know about any of this. But he knew that he had what it took. He hadn't shown anyone, but he had been practicing from the old spellbook he found in his mother's room.
"Accio pencil."
Tim focused on the pencil. "Accio pencil!" All of a sudden, it zoomed towards him, landing neatly in his hand. If he could do this, without any formal training, he must be a wizard. There was nothing to do but wait for word.
"Tim? You asleep yet?"
Tim hurriedly hid the spellbook under the bed as his mother walked in. "Almost, mom! Just give me a minute."
Janet walked in and sat down at the foot of the bed, smiling at her son. "Practicing your spells again?"
Tim felt his face going red. "How did you know?"
"I'm a mother. I have a sixth sense for when my son is trying to hide something. So let's see, what can you do?"
Tim performed the Accio trick, and Janet beamed with pride.
"I hope that's enough to get in. I'm not very good yet..."
"You're better than most kids are at your age. I think you're a shoo-in to be invited. But don't get too excited yet - you've still got a year of regular school to go before you're eligible."
"Wow. I mean, I always hoped I'd get to go, but I never thought it'd really happen! When are we going to tell dad?"
Janet sighed. "I don't know. Your father's a wonderful man, but I don't know how he'd react to this whole world that I never knew about. I didn't have any powers of my own, and when I met him it was easier to pretend we were both just muggles. We'll tell him, but let's just give it time. It'll be our little secret for now, okay?"
"Okay, mom."
"Now get some sleep, okay? You need your mind fresh if you're going to be practicing spells. And nothing too dangerous!"
Tim lay down in bed as his mother turned out the lights. He slept soundly until 3 AM, when there was a loud bang at the door. Looking out the window, he could see a tall man in a brown overcoat banging on the door.
Jack opened the door. "Can I help you?"
The figure approached menacingly. "I have business with your wife."
"What kind of business? It's late at night, and - "
"No business of yours, muggle. Now step aside, or I'll put you aside!"
"That's it. I'm calling the - "
"Avada Kedavra!"
Jack slumped to the floor dead, and Luthor stepped through the door. With a wave of his wand, the house was engulfed in flame. Janet raced down the stairs and knelt by her husband's side.
"Who - who are you? How could you do this?"
Luthor growled. "You don't remember me? The man whose life you ruined with your work at the Gazette? I had everything, and you took it all away! I would have been Minister of Magic if it weren't for you, you damned Squib! Now you get to watch as your family dies!"
Luthor was caught off-guard as a lamp hit his head. He whirled around to see Tim standing there, ready to attack. "Get away from my mom!"
"Foolish boy. You saved me the trouble of hunting you down! Avad - "
Janet tackled Luthor from behind, knocking the curse away from Tim. "Tim! Run!"
Luthor whirled around and aimed a killing curse directly at Janet's chest, and Tim's mother fell to the ground dead. Luthor turned his attention back to the boy.
"Mom...dad..."
"You'll be with them soon enough. Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego!"
Instinctively, Tim threw a shield up around himself, the killing curse reflected away. Luthor was knocked backwards, his long locks of red hair fried by the intense heat and crumbling into black ash.
"How the hell...no 13-year-old's ever been able to do that spell! No matter. You can't do it again! Now, to - "
There was a loud screech as what looked like a giant bat tore into the room. Tim cowered in a ball on the floor as the creature hovered overhead and blasted Luthor with what looked like a sonic ray. As the creature kept up its attack, a tall, black-haired man with a face as grave as a stone wall strode into the house.
"It's over, Luthor! Petrificus Totalus!"
Luthor dodged the paralyzing beam and smirked. "You're too late, Wayne. I did what I came here for. The next time you see me, it'll be on your knees!"
With almost no sound, Luthor disappeared from the room in a burst of light. The bat-creature vanished back into the new sorcerer's wand.
"Boy! Are you hurt?"
Tim looked around, still shaking. "N-no. I don't think so. But my parents..."
"Are dead. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. My name is Bruce Wayne, professor at the Arcanum Institute for Magic and Sorcery. You're a wizard, Tim, and a very powerful one, from what I saw. Come with me, and I can train you, get you ready for your future, as well as keep you safe from Luthor and his minions."
"But my parents...I've got to go after him. I've got to make him pay."
"You can't. Not yet. All that would do is sign your own death warrant. Luthor...also killed a good friend of mine tonight. And I swear to you, I will make him pay. But I need to know that I can trust you to obey me on this. If I take you on as my apprentice, I will demand a lot, but I will make sure that you have all the tools you need to honor your parents' memory and become a great Wizard. If you want to come with me, I need a decision now. Luthor has Joker-spirits in the area, and they'll be here soon. We need to go."
Bruce extended his hand. After a second's hesitation, Tim grabbed it. There was a flash of bright light, and they disappeared into the ether.
Next: One Year Later! Year One begins.
By:
milleniumrex (Story credit to museofspeed)Rating: PG-13
Characters: Everyone, pretty much. The entire cast of Young Justice, plus countless other faces from around the DCU in roles big and small. This chapter, just Tim, his parents, Bruce, and Luthor, but many, many more to come.
Words:1694
Summary: For 14-year-olds around the country, the winds will bring invitations to the Arcanum Institute for Magic and Sorcery. And with those winds comes the adventure of a lifetime.
A/N: Yes, it is a Harry Potter AU with the YJ characters! I blame/thank
museofspeed for this idea, and she'll be playing in it too, writing one-shots whenever the inspiration hits her. I can't promise how often this will be updated, but I see it as an ongoing series. Yes, ages of various characters are screwed up, but I wanted almost everyone to be a first year, which at this school is a 14-year-old.The calm night shift at Arkham Penitentiary for High-Security Magical Offenders was broken with a loud explosion and the sound of screams from the East Wing.
"You fools really thought these walls could hold me? Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light as the guard fell over dead, and Alexander Luthor, his wand reclaimed and vengeance on his mind, strode out of the East Wing. With a wave of his wand, Luthor burst open the doors and the halls filled with madmen. Overwhelmed by the attack, the guards quickly fell, but Luthor did not stay to savor this victory. The lunatics could have their blood revenge. He only wanted freedom, and the chance to slay old enemies.
Luthor had reached the top of Arkham tower when the all-too-familiar feeling of a sudden gust of wind nearly knocked him over. Looking up, he stared into the face of his tormentor.
"So...still saving the world after all these years, are we, Kant?"
The last son of Atlantis, Kal Kant, hovered overhead. "Give it up, Luthor. You're going back to your cell tonight."
"I think not! Crucio!"
Kal easily dodged the curse and flew in to disarm Luthor. "This always ends the same way, Lex. Expelliarmus!"
"I've had nothing to do but train my mind all these years, hero!" Luthor easily dodged the curse. "I know your weaknesses now! I know how to beat you. Fiendfyre!"
Flames exploded around the rooftop and wrapped themselves around Kal's arms. Brought to his knees, he screamed as the flames ate into his flesh.
"That...curse hasn't been seen in a thousand years! How do...you know Atlantean magic?"
"There are no secrets from one who desires knowledge. I learned all the secrets of your misbegotten doomed city, so I could use them to destroy you! Crucio!"
Luthor smirked as his nemesis writhed in pain before him. "Know, in the end, that I won not because I was stronger, but because I was smarter. Avada Kedavra!"
The bolt of green light hit Kal square in the chest, and he fell to the ground dead. Luthor bent over and grabbed a solitary hair from his enemy's head. It would be useful in due time. Right now he had other things to be concerned with, such as making the Squib witch who exposed his status as a dark wizard and cost him his seat on the Ministry and his freedom. Yes, she would pay, the first of many....
____________________
Tim Drake looked up at the poster of the Gotham Gargoyles on his wall. He had never seen a Quidditch match in his life, or even seen any proof that it was a real sport, but it fascinated him nonetheless. His life in East Gotham was peaceful, safe, secure...but if everything his mother had told him as a child was true, there was so much out there. He was just a few months past 13 years old, and that meant he was one year away from finding out if that Golden Eagle would come bearing a scroll for him. His mother had never gotten to go to this school she told him about, and his father didn't know about any of this. But he knew that he had what it took. He hadn't shown anyone, but he had been practicing from the old spellbook he found in his mother's room.
"Accio pencil."
Tim focused on the pencil. "Accio pencil!" All of a sudden, it zoomed towards him, landing neatly in his hand. If he could do this, without any formal training, he must be a wizard. There was nothing to do but wait for word.
"Tim? You asleep yet?"
Tim hurriedly hid the spellbook under the bed as his mother walked in. "Almost, mom! Just give me a minute."
Janet walked in and sat down at the foot of the bed, smiling at her son. "Practicing your spells again?"
Tim felt his face going red. "How did you know?"
"I'm a mother. I have a sixth sense for when my son is trying to hide something. So let's see, what can you do?"
Tim performed the Accio trick, and Janet beamed with pride.
"I hope that's enough to get in. I'm not very good yet..."
"You're better than most kids are at your age. I think you're a shoo-in to be invited. But don't get too excited yet - you've still got a year of regular school to go before you're eligible."
"Wow. I mean, I always hoped I'd get to go, but I never thought it'd really happen! When are we going to tell dad?"
Janet sighed. "I don't know. Your father's a wonderful man, but I don't know how he'd react to this whole world that I never knew about. I didn't have any powers of my own, and when I met him it was easier to pretend we were both just muggles. We'll tell him, but let's just give it time. It'll be our little secret for now, okay?"
"Okay, mom."
"Now get some sleep, okay? You need your mind fresh if you're going to be practicing spells. And nothing too dangerous!"
Tim lay down in bed as his mother turned out the lights. He slept soundly until 3 AM, when there was a loud bang at the door. Looking out the window, he could see a tall man in a brown overcoat banging on the door.
Jack opened the door. "Can I help you?"
The figure approached menacingly. "I have business with your wife."
"What kind of business? It's late at night, and - "
"No business of yours, muggle. Now step aside, or I'll put you aside!"
"That's it. I'm calling the - "
"Avada Kedavra!"
Jack slumped to the floor dead, and Luthor stepped through the door. With a wave of his wand, the house was engulfed in flame. Janet raced down the stairs and knelt by her husband's side.
"Who - who are you? How could you do this?"
Luthor growled. "You don't remember me? The man whose life you ruined with your work at the Gazette? I had everything, and you took it all away! I would have been Minister of Magic if it weren't for you, you damned Squib! Now you get to watch as your family dies!"
Luthor was caught off-guard as a lamp hit his head. He whirled around to see Tim standing there, ready to attack. "Get away from my mom!"
"Foolish boy. You saved me the trouble of hunting you down! Avad - "
Janet tackled Luthor from behind, knocking the curse away from Tim. "Tim! Run!"
Luthor whirled around and aimed a killing curse directly at Janet's chest, and Tim's mother fell to the ground dead. Luthor turned his attention back to the boy.
"Mom...dad..."
"You'll be with them soon enough. Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego!"
Instinctively, Tim threw a shield up around himself, the killing curse reflected away. Luthor was knocked backwards, his long locks of red hair fried by the intense heat and crumbling into black ash.
"How the hell...no 13-year-old's ever been able to do that spell! No matter. You can't do it again! Now, to - "
There was a loud screech as what looked like a giant bat tore into the room. Tim cowered in a ball on the floor as the creature hovered overhead and blasted Luthor with what looked like a sonic ray. As the creature kept up its attack, a tall, black-haired man with a face as grave as a stone wall strode into the house.
"It's over, Luthor! Petrificus Totalus!"
Luthor dodged the paralyzing beam and smirked. "You're too late, Wayne. I did what I came here for. The next time you see me, it'll be on your knees!"
With almost no sound, Luthor disappeared from the room in a burst of light. The bat-creature vanished back into the new sorcerer's wand.
"Boy! Are you hurt?"
Tim looked around, still shaking. "N-no. I don't think so. But my parents..."
"Are dead. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. My name is Bruce Wayne, professor at the Arcanum Institute for Magic and Sorcery. You're a wizard, Tim, and a very powerful one, from what I saw. Come with me, and I can train you, get you ready for your future, as well as keep you safe from Luthor and his minions."
"But my parents...I've got to go after him. I've got to make him pay."
"You can't. Not yet. All that would do is sign your own death warrant. Luthor...also killed a good friend of mine tonight. And I swear to you, I will make him pay. But I need to know that I can trust you to obey me on this. If I take you on as my apprentice, I will demand a lot, but I will make sure that you have all the tools you need to honor your parents' memory and become a great Wizard. If you want to come with me, I need a decision now. Luthor has Joker-spirits in the area, and they'll be here soon. We need to go."
Bruce extended his hand. After a second's hesitation, Tim grabbed it. There was a flash of bright light, and they disappeared into the ether.
Next: One Year Later! Year One begins.