Grace Potter (FEMHarry) had sacrificed everything for the wizarding world. With the war over she made the decision to face her next biggest challenge, having a normal life as a nobody at LexCorp. But how normal could your life be when you live in a world of superheroes and villains and your boss was maybe a mad genius.

Hello everyone I'm trying to get back in the writing groove with this one. Hope you like it, critics are a welcome. Any grammatical mistakes are all the fault of the author.

Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter or Young Justice belong to me, if it did there would have been a season 3, cartoon network be damned. I also make no profit from this. Ratings may change.

Chapter 1: Meeting

Mr. Luthor had a very strict schedule that did not allow for flexibility. He was a man who lived for perfection in almost every aspect of his life and expected others to respond accordingly.

Grace had this drilled in her head since day one of her employment. In the beginning she was skeptical when her interviewer asked about her ability to handle high stress situations. But really who expects perfection from the front counter greeter. Her responsibility consisted of grabbing drinks, handing out important documents, giving directions, and smiling until her cheeks hurt. She was an invisible cog in the large empire of the LexCorp machine.

And she would like to keep it that way.

It was ideal for her, no one expected much from her, barely anyone so much as glance in her general direction. Hell, most people barley even knew her name often mistaking her from the girl she replaced. There was no great expectation demanded of her, no one looking out to control her life and no insane maniacs gunning for her head. She was an invisible presence whose influence was marginal at best. After years of the constant attention from the wizarding world and the demands from the ministry this was the for a normal life she desperately craved.

Grace Emilia Potter-Black, the girl who lived, champion of the Tri-wizard tournament, champion of the light, head of two noble houses and whatever other titles she had acquired over her 23 years of living was no more. Grace Evans front counter greeter of LexCorp had taken her place.

It was a nice simple life.

She was invisible and she would be damned if anything got in the way of that.

The world she lived it now of course had its own share of surprises. She inhabited a world where people in questionable clothing and various abilities that fit better in the books of fantasy and comic books were a common everyday occurrence. Heck even by wizarding standards they were still bizarre. But many of them put their lives on line to save people. She could admire that about them, even if all that spandex made her wince in sympathy. The heroes of today were treated like celebrities and constantly on the news, praised or villainous for their endeavors.

For her it just meant she didn't really need to save anyone, when there were others doing it every day. Probably with better skills set instead of a kid way over their head. She would just be another body to add to the roster.

Besides she barely had any magic left to really help her.

The war had cost her much, there were lost lives and childhoods shattered. The wizarding world was engulfed in fire and death. The only hope left were the younger generation and their leader, a seventeen year old girl, all children, forced to face the monster of the wizarding worlds own creation.

In the end Voldermort was defeated at the Battle of Hogwarts with the destruction of all his horcruxs and the might of a powerful well placed cutting spell.

Of course not all his horcrux were destroyed upon his defeat Grace herself was a literally living proof, a piece of Voldermort lived inside her and the only way to see him end was to destroy it, which meant her in turn. It was the only way to ensure that Tom would never be resurrected. She would have done so gladly to make sure that he would never have the chance. It helped that it was also 'eating' her magic as well, over time her magic would be devoured completely.

But thanks to the brilliants of one Hermione Granger, the most brilliant witch of her age had another solution in the form of an ancient ritual. A ritual that demanded a great deal of her magic to fuel it to remove the influence that had leached on her essence like parasite part of her soul, her magic had to be consumed.

Hermione theorized that the horcrux was blocking her magical core when Tom had marked as a baby it had in some way handicapped her magic greatly and it forced it to grow 'wrong'. With it gone her core would be able to grow in its correct path, but it would take time and patients.

When the ritual was complete her magic was depleted to the lowers it's ever been. She could barely do the simplest spell. She still had her ability to speak to snakes, something that was natural in her bloodline, go figure. But her magic was very limited, she was weak but most of all she was free.

The official story was that Voldermort had placed one more curse on her which somehow shattered her magical core. This in turn forced her into hiding so she could rebuild her magic without the worry of her enemies coming after in her most vulnerable state. The wizarding mourned their savior and celebrated her sacrifice.

Grace had celebrated by getting drunk of her ass and preparing for a long needed vacation.

Sure she mourned her magic and sacrifices that were made to ensure the survival of her people. But wounds would heal, her magic would one day return to her in full force and wizarding world was rebuilding itself. Besides the younger generation would ensure that another Dark lord would fail to rise with Hermione and surprisingly Draco Malfoy spearheading the recreation of new ideals they hardly needed Grace for that part.

So with tearful goodbyes to friends and family and promises to keep in touch she had transferred a small sum of her own money and went to explore the world. She had traveled for a while, adjusted to a life without magic at her disposal and gained an education. For the first time she was in control of her own life, it was glorious.

She traveled to different continents celebrating different cultures and ideas and after six year she had settled in Metropolis and scored a well-paying low key job at LexCorp.

This would explain why she was trying to catch up to one Mr. Alexander Luthor. Clutching important documents that he would sorely need for the very important meeting he was on his way to.

As she tried to reach him without tripping on her ass, as she cursed high heels and the devil that made them. Even though she spent most of her existence running for her life from various dangers never would she attempt them in high heeled shoes.

"Mr. Luthor!" A few figures turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Luthor with his entourage of intimidating bodyguards who stepped in front of him with scary guns raising them slightly. But with a shake of Luthor's head they allowed her to pass through unharmed. Grace was a grateful for that she was too out of breath to really deal with intimidating giants with guns who could obviously bend her like a pretzel.

"Can I help you?"

With a gulp of air she carefully handed over the documents to him as she spoke, making sure the very scary security saw what she was doing. "Sorry sir, but Ms. Oliver, your secretary that is, had forgotten to give you these documents for your meeting. Apparently these are your numbers for the Monrussa project. Of course I was the obvious choice with high heeled shoes and all but don't let her know I said that. I was hoping to catch before you reach your car, which I did, so here you go."

She was babbly, she knew she was but she couldn't find it in herself to stop. Too many eyes on her person made her nervous.

Luthor did not seem to mind as he handed off the documents off to a scary looking woman in a suit with an amused smile on his face.

"I see and of course Ms. Oliver was unable to bring these to me herself," Luthor raised an eyebrow at her in question. "Or email them to me."

Grace cursed the woman in her head, since she got here all she'd done is make her jump through hoops or criticize her for any imaginary failure for no other reason than that she could. On the outside she had a smile as she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure sir but since I was on my way down she asked me to hand these to you." More liked order her to, anyway.

"Of course," he said with a voice that sounded like smooth satin.

"Ah, forgive me my dear but I don't recall your face…" His voiced trailed into obvious question of her identity since he knew just about all employees that he had to interact with. He gave her careful once over trying to place her face in his memory.

While she was attractive in the classical sense of beauty with her large outwardly green eyes trapped behind thick square glasses. With curly black hair that she usually had in a messy bun so she appeared older then her looks implied. Her bosom while not overtly large was pleasant to look at and she had soft curved figure. She was short even with high heels at most she barely reach his shoulders. She wore professional clothing, a grey tailored pencil skirt and a white blouse with black heels, she made a fetching picture.

Grace had to stifle a smile, "You wouldn't sir I starting not too long ago after Elizabeth, I mean Mrs. Fisher left for her honeymoon. My name is Grace Evans sir, its pleasure to meet you." She kept her tone pleasant as she introduced herself to the man who helped pay her bills.

Luthor gave her one last look and with a charming smile, "Please call me Lex, Mr. Luthor reminds me too much of my father."

"Of course Mr. Lut-, I mean Lex." Grace was amazed to see Luthor's smile widen, the man was handsome to look at.

"Ah, I see and how is Mrs. Fisher, well I hope?"

"Yes sir, her and husband report good times in Hawaii last we spoke."

Luthor opened his mouth to continue the conversation when one of his female bodyguards, the brunette haired one, tapped his shoulder for his attention as a very expensive car pulled up. Grace had no inkling of what model it was but could obviously tell it was worth more than her paygrade could afford.

"I'm sorry to end the conversation so abruptly but duty calls." With a forlorn look of regret on his face Lex turned his back to her with a nod of dismissal.

Grace had to give him points for his acting abilities he almost seemed genuine that the conversation had to end. But she had spent enough time around politicians and aristocrats to recognize a mask.

"Of course, have a wonderful evening Mr. Luthor."

With that the door shut and the very expensive car drove away. Grace walked back to her normal job, speaking to Luthor had been a highlight but she hoped that was the last time she would ever come into direct contact with her boss, she did not need the any excitement in her life.

Of course her Potter luck decided to rear its ugly head.

So thoughts? Stupid, boring, or should I give up now? Le me know