HP:The power of oa

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Harry kept constant communication with his parents, writing about his day to day activities every week. Bruce and Diana were eager to have him home for Christmas, and also expressed interest in getting to know more about his two new friends. Harry kept up his daily exercises in secret, finding a spot in hillside overlooking Hogsmeade. He would fly there every morning at 4am, and would start a rigorous routine cooked up by John and Kat. After the thirty minute blood pounding exercise he would meditate, to try and find his center until the sky would lighten up from the approaching dawn. It was a beautiful sight and he always watched it every morning as the rays of the sun would burst through the early morning fog. The sun's rays would hit the lake, transforming it into a glittering blue jewel while in the background the medieval castle stood like a sentry forever watching the quaint town of Hogsmeade.

There was a minor incident when a Troll managed to come inside the castle, and Harry brought up by Batman decided to investigate. He looked at night at the scene of the crime and found a clove of garlic near the garden entrance. He determined that it was a distraction, for the culprit's true destination was the forbidden corridor. The culprit led the troll through the garden entrance to avoid detection by the paintings and suits of armor. His primary suspect was Quirrell but since he still lacked sufficient evidence, he did not act upon it. Bruce said that from Harry's letters, someone was manipulating these things to happen, and Harry guessed it was the Headmaster.

Quidditch season had begun, and it was always amusing to watch Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy lock horns. They were almost like best friends, arguing about their quidditch teams or insulting each other's families. They were total opposites, one was rich, the other poor, yet they were the most alike in attitudes and prejudices.

The wizarding sport never appealed to Harry, for him it was just an excuse to hurt and humiliate other wizards legally. The sport was also the reason Houses never really got along, the rivalries in the sport extended to the classrooms and hallways. Harry loved flying though, but using a broom seemed a mockery to true flight under one's own power.

Another mystery that intrigued Harry was Neville Longbottom, he observed that the boy was always at the Headmaster's office for some reason, and the teachers gave more time and patience in teaching him magical theory and concepts. The exception was Severus Snape, he was exceptionally vicious against the boy, to the point that Neville was driven to tears after a class. Harry was cordial to his roommates, but never connected with them, he found their 'girls-have-cooties' stage to be immature and stupid.

"Harry, your Dad wrote to both our parents!" Hermione said eagerly as she and Daphne interrupted his brooding at his usual spot in the common room. They were holding identical pieces of gray specialty paper that was exclusively used by Bruce Wayne. They were used to his broody attitude now, realizing that he was not really mad or anything, he just liked to think things through. "Huh? My dad did what?" He asked.

"Here" Daphne thrusted a paper to him and he began read it, while she and Hermione looked on with excitement written on their faces.

Lady Daphne Greengrass,

I would like to invite you to stay with us at Wayne Manor for the holidays. I realize that this must be quite sudden, but rest assured that your mother has granted her permission for you to come if you agreed. Your mother and sister are also invited, and have agreed to stay with us for the holidays.

We are very curious to meet our son's best friends at Hogwarts, and from his letters, we are sure to be delighted with your company. Please ask our son for details if you wish to come.

Merry Christmas!

Bruce and Diana Wayne

Harry looked up from reading the letter and looked at Hermione. "You got one too?" he asked, grinning. Hermione simply nodded and showed him a letter similar in style to Daphne's and he let out a loud whoop of glee. He grabbed the two beaming girls in a three way hug. Christmas would be extra special this year.

Daphne and Hermione met up with their families at King's cross station, while Harry stayed at the back looking at them with a small smile. He felt someone tugging his pants and looked down to see a miniature Daphne looking at him with wide blue eyes. "Are you Harry?" She asked. "I am and who are you pretty lady?" he asked and the young girl smiled radiantly at being called pretty. "My name is Alana Greengrass, and I'm already 7 years old." Alona said proudly.

Harry smiled at her and took her hand, leading her back to Mrs. Greengrass. "I found a cute little thing" he said indicating the small girl.

"Alana! I told you not to wander off!" Mrs. Greengrass scolded her gently, but Alana replied stubbornly.

"Sorry mama, but I just saw Harry, the prince big sister talks about, and I wanted to see if he is a real genuine prince and he is!"Harry laughed and blushed a bit at the girl's praise, but it was nothing to the deep red that now dominated Daphne's face.

"I'm no prince Daphne, but I can be your knight" Harry said and Daphne just nodded, though she didn't say anything. She was still embarrassed at Harry and Hermione learning her secrets. When she gets her hands on Alana…

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger" Harry said, greeting and shaking their hands. "Shall we ladies and gentlemen?" He said, indicating an airport shuttle waiting at the street. Everyone brought luggage, and seeing little Alana struggling with her pink trolley bag, Harry scooped her up in his arms, and placed her pink bag with his trunk. Alona smiled and gave him a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek.

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