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Well, here is chapter one of my first Batman and Harry Potter crossover. I do hope that you'll enjoy reading the story.^_^

Oh, and this story is partially based in the movie "Batman begins/The Dark Knight" universe, partially in the "Batman – The Animated series" universe and, of course, the Harry Potter universe.^_^

Enjoy reading chapter 1 and please leave a review at the end!^_^

Harry Potter x Batman

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was a pleasant October evening – not warm, but not too cold either. It was perfect for this time of year, actually. It was the 31st October – Halloween. The night, on which, according to Celtic legends, the ghosts of the people that had died during the year would rise up and haunt their relatives, as well as the homes where they once lived. However, as time went on this day became a holiday, where children dressed in costumes of monsters, witches, ghosts and many other fantastical creatures and went around trick or treating.

Godric's Hollow was no different on that day than any other place in the world. Little children were running from house to house, carrying little pumpkins filled with sweets pilfered…uh, sorry, received from other houses. The atmosphere, despite the many little ghouls and monsters crowding the streets, was pleasant and joyous. Shouts of excitement and happy laughter filled the air.

However, one man chose to ignore all of that as he determinedly strode towards a seemingly empty space, where, by all rights, a house should have been standing. Said man wore long, black robes that seemed to be made out of the lightest material in the world, floating around him, as if the pieces of cloth were nothing more than smoke. It created an ominous air around him. The man's most horrifying feature, though, was his face.

It was white as chalk. There was no hair. His eyes were a vicious, blood-red colour and with slits as pupils. A nose was visibly absent from his face, replaced by two, snake-like nostrils. In fact, the man looked more like said reptile than a human being. Spider-like, long, white fingers casually held what appeared to be a piece of wood. Admittedly, it was a beautifully-carved piece of yew, but wood nonetheless.

One of the many children running around stopped right in front of the man and gaped at his appearance. The boy was dressed as a (supposedly) fearsome pirate.

"Woah! Your costume is wicked, mister!" the child exclaimed as it looked at the man's serpentine face, two crimson-coloured eyes scrutinizing the boy.

A child's attention span tended to be short. So without even waiting for a reply, the boy continued on his quest for candy and the man sneered in disgust after the boy.

Lord Voldemort proceeded to once again go back to his current mission – get to the Potter house and kill the small family. He was glad that he had managed to trick Wormtail into serving him by promising the rat Animagus power. It was ridiculous, really. Lord Voldemort didn't give power to unworthy followers such as Peter Pettigrew. Then again, the whimpering and cowering coward had proven to be useful. After all, if it weren't for him, the Dark Lord would have remained clueless as to the Potters' location and, in that way, very vulnerable. After hearing the prophecy from one of his most trusted followers the Dark Lord had immediately known that he would have to act swiftly and remove any and all threats to his rise to power.

Reaching the empty spot between two other houses, Voldemort closed his eyes and thought of the words his newest servant had told him to think. The Potters' house may be found at Godric's Hollow, Griffin's Lane, number 6.Opening his eyes once more, the Dark Lord watched in glee as the house was slowly, but surely, revealed. Taking a step forward, the darkest wizard in a century breached the wards of the house that contained the Wizarding World's only hope of survival.

Meanwhile, inside the house…

Lily Potter was happily feeding her 15-month-old son with baby food. She had been beyond happy when she had found out she was pregnant and going to be a mother. The anticipation had grown as the months had slowly passed and the date of the birth had drawn nearer. Smiling slightly, the red-haired woman remembered the birth itself.

Flashback

Lily Potter shot a glare at her husband as another wave of pain wracked her body.

"Damn you James Potter! It's your fault that I am going through this now! I won't ever let you near me again, do you hear me!" she shouted angrily.

Two hours and a lot of screaming later, the green-eyed witch lay panting in the hospital bed, waiting for the healers to give her baby to her. The first few minutes after her son had been born were hectic and the two new parents had become worried. Hearing a sigh of relief from the head-healer, they turned to look at each other before glancing at the medical wizard.

"Uh, excuse me, but why did you just sound so relieved?" James hesitantly asked.

"Well, Mr. Potter, the umbilical cord (?) was wrapped around your son's throat, restricting his breathing. Thankfully we managed to cut it in time. Relax, the baby is fine" the healer informed the panicked father, trying to calm him down at the same time.

Shortly after that, the newly-born Harry James Potter left St. Mungoes with his parents.

End of Flashback

Lily shook her head, concentrating once again on the tricky task of feeding her son. Harry was odd, that was for sure. The green-eyed woman could hardly believe that the baby with her green-eyes and the little tuft of black hair on its little head from a year ago had become the small toddler sitting in front of her now.

The small toddler was dressed in a light-blue baby suit (?) and his green and blue eyes were looking on in amusement as his mother tried to feed him. That was one of the two strange things about Harry's appearance – his eyes. They were, at the same time, a sky-blue colour around the pupil and emerald green after that. An eye-colour that was an equal mix between blue and green wouldn't have been odd, except that in this case the blue and green were cleanly separated from one another, only slightly merging where they met. Where the blue colour came from was also a mystery.

James' eyes were brown and hers were green. Logically speaking, the brown colour should have prevailed, seeing as it was a dominant gene in general. Biology had, of course, proven that Lily could have passed on the coding for blue eyes along with the green ones to her soon, but the chances were non-existent, really. Neither James, nor Lily had a single person in their family who had blue eyes.

The second odd thing about their son was his hair. It was jet-black, unlike his father's dark brown or mother's fiery red colour. It was neither straight, nor unruly, but spiked. Those were things his parents could accept without problem. But what bothered them (slightly) was that the tips of the spikes were all a dark, forest green colour. It baffled them to no end, due to the sole reason that it was natural. No tempering with hair-dye or a stray magic spell. Even the healers were confused by this small oddity. But the two parents still loved their son and were proud as any other parents would be.

Just as Lily was trying to, once again, get the spoon with the baby food into her son's mouth, James abruptly burst into the kitchen, wand out.

"Lily, it's him. Go upstairs and lock the door. I'll protect you" he told his wife before tenderly kissing her on the lips, ruffling his son's hair and then going back out into the hallway.

The red-haired witch quickly scooped up her son and ran upstairs with him. She could hear the sound of spells flying coming from the hallway. Shutting the door of her son's bedroom, she locked it with every single locking spell she knew.

Harry, in the mean time, was wondering why his mommy was running around so frantically and waving her wand in front of the door. It amused him, truth be told. His parents had been tense and on guard for the past few months and, despite the fact that they hadn't ignored him completely, they were almost constantly worried. And so the little toddler had taken it upon himself to bring some joy into the morbid and generally heavy atmosphere that ruled in the house. It turned out that pranking was like second nature to the baby boy and came as easily to him as breathing.

Even now he discreetly dropped one of his plush toys – a bear that squeaked when you pressed its tummy – on the ground about four feet from his cradle. Surely, in all of the hectic, his mommy would step on it at some point. Her reaction would be fun to watch.

At that moment the door was blasted off its hinges and Lord Voldemort strode into the room as if he owned the place. Lily berated herself. Of course: why would the Dark Lord do something as useless as unlocking a door? Blasting it off was so much easier.

"Step aside, you foolish woman!" the Dark Lord ordered.

"Please, take me, not Harry. Take me, not Harry" the green-eyed witch pleaded, dropping her wand to the floor. She knew that fighting Voldemort right now was useless, not to mention also dangerous for Harry – a stray spell might hit him.

"You, Lily Potter, are a bright and talented witch. Join me and I will spare you" the Dark Lord proposed.

He wasn't really all that interested in having her on his side, but he had promised Severus Snape to try and not kill her. Why that man, as brilliant and helpful as he was, wanted this Mudblood to be left alive was beyond Voldemort.

"Please, kill me, not Harry" Lily continued.

The Dark Lord was becoming irritated with the pleading of the woman in front of him and so he decided to grant her her wish.

"Fine. Die, Mudblood" he hissed, a green spell flying from his wand and hitting the redhead. The witch crumpled to the ground and stayed there, dead.

The Dark Lord briefly glanced at her body before turning his crimson eyes on the toddler sitting in the crib and who was looking at him with…curiosity? Voldemort did a double-take and looked at the child more closely. The toddler was indeed looking at him, Lord Voldemort, with curiosity, not even a trace of fear visible in the boy's two-coloured eyes. Voldemort knew that he had chosen wisely – this boy, and not Neville Longbottom, was the child of the prophecy.

"Avada Kedavra" Voldemort calmly said, taking a step forward to make sure that he wouldn't miss his target. That's when the unexpected happened.

Lord Voldemort, the darkest Dark Lord in a century, stepped on the teddy bear lying in front of the crib – making the bear squeak in the process – and slipped. The unforgivable curse missed the small boy by a mile and hit the mirror hanging on the wall behind the crib. The glass of the mirror shattered from the impact of the spell and a stray shard cut the baby boy on the forehead in a jagged line resembling a lightning bolt. The deadly spell rebounded and hit the still-falling Dark Lord in the chest, a surprised look frozen on his face. It all happened in less than two seconds.

The small boy looked at the now dead Dark Lord lying on the floor. Before Harry's very eyes the body disintegrated into dust, a smoky, white form leaving it and floating out of the window and into the night. The black and green-haired toddler yawned before lying down in his crib and falling asleep.

Harry had no idea whatsoever that he had just defeated the most feared Dark Lord in the history of the Wizarding World with nothing but a plush toy. The toddler slept peacefully on that fateful night, a small smile on his little face. He would never forget the picture of the funny-looking man slip on the teddy bear and fall on his back with a resounding "thump" and a small "oof" escaping him.

Not even 30 minutes later, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Head of the Order of the Phoenix, owner of the Order of Merlin First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and nominee for the post of Minister of Magic for three times in a row (that's a lot of titles…) arrived at the Potter residence at Godric's Hollow, only to find it dark, eerily quiet and empty.

The aged wizard carefully entered the house and was immediately greeted by the sight of James Potter lying on the floor, unmoving. Closing his eyes in respect for a few moments, the old man continued up the stairs, staring in horror at the open room of James' son. The usually twinkling blue eyes of the Headmaster were filled with dread. The grey-haired and bearded old man stepped into the room, only to find Lily Potter sprawled next to the crib.

It saddened the old wizard to have lost two as bright and talented people as Lily Evans and James Potter, but their deaths were a necessary loss in his mind. After all, it was all for the greater good and Dumbledore would do anything to achieve it. Even if it meant making sure that the protections of this house were not as strong as they could have been. Suggesting Peter Pettigrew, a likely Death Eater candidate in the Headmaster's mind, was his own idea and they had, naturally, accepted it.

Looking around the room Dumbledore noticed a small pile of ash on the floor, a yew wand he knew all too well lying right next to it. The old wizard smiled – so Voldemort was defeated after all. The once again twinkling blue eyes rose to the crib right in front of him and what he saw inside displeased him. Greatly.

The little boy was still alive and sleeping without a care in the world. Seeing the lightning bolt scar on the baby's forehead, the oh-so-wise wizard could only come to one conclusion – Harry Potter was the new saviour of the Wizarding World and, therefore, a threat to his fame and power. Picking the boy up, the old man disapparated with a small "pop" and reappeared in front of a house with a garden. This house was the Number 4 in a long row of similar houses and was situated on Private Drive in Surrey.

The old wizard took out a piece of parchment and self-inking quill from one of the many pockets of his purple robe and hastily wrote a small message on it. Fishing out an envelope from another pocket, he folded the parchment and put it inside. Harry Potter would be molded first here, by his "loving" relatives, and then by him into the perfect sacrificial lamb. He was quite sure of it and after all – Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was never wrong. With that thought in mind, the old wizard disappeared once again, leaving the small toddler out in the cold. He had plans to make.

A few hours later, Petunia Dursley opened the front door and promptly screamed, waking up both her husband, Vernon, and her son, Dudley. This was the start of Harry James Potter's life at Number 4, Private Drive, Surrey.

Harry Potter x Batman

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