*A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry it's taken this long to get another update up! Life's just been nuts, I haven't had the time to properly sit down and have a proper go at writing for the couple of stories I have going on the site. I want to level with you all with what I have planned for the story. I have up to a fourteenth chapter planned in terms of general events and such. I hope to get this up to a minimum of about 25 chapters, to a maximum of 30. That's what I hope, but I get the feeling what I want to do, and what will actually happen will prove to be two completely different things. The story I've established so far is quite adherent to HP Canon, despite some of the glaring differences and plot holes. I get that. If I had the luxury of time to go back and completely restructure my story and how it would pan out, I would. But I can't. If I get the chance once the story is done, I'll maybe go back and address a few plot holes. I'm a fan of decently canon-adherent stories, so that's why I'm starting mine off as very canonical. This chapter and the next few ones after it are hopefully where the differences start to crop up.

That canonical view also applies to the DC side of things, in terms of DC character pairings, and that's all I can say. Because most of you have shown a great amount of faith in where I'll be taking the story, I will say this: Superman is not the only DC character I plan to weave into this story. I made this a Justice League crossover for a reason. Not only that, but Harry isn't the only Harry Potter character to interact with the DC characters. I'll leave it at that, because I've got some stuff planned there that you'll hopefully enjoy. I kind of want to keep those cards close to my chest, and hopefully not hype it up too much.

This is really long-winded, and I apologize for that, but I feel like I owe it to you all to let you know that this story is still very much alive and I do have some hopefully exciting plans for where I'm going to take this.

So, all that being said [and I hope at least some of you have read it], I'll get on with the story! Nothing's changed, I don't own Harry Potter or the Justice League!*

The room was silent. Everyone's eyes were trained on Sirius as he processed the information Appoline Delacour relayed to the group, regarding Harry's origins, and the relations between the Veela and Kryptonians.

Sirius finally spoke up.

"So… Harry's from another planet," he repeated.

"Yes," Appoline confirmed.

"Called Krypton," he continued.

"Oui."

"Him being in this galaxy, exposed to a yellow sun, is what grants him these powers?" Sirius inquired.

"Ze ones 'e currently 'as and more to come," Appoline answered.

"'More to come'," Sirius repeated with a wry chuckle. "As if what he had wasn't enough," he commented with a joking eye roll.

"Zere will come a day where 'Arry must decide eef 'e wishes to continue 'iding 'is gifts, or eef 'e wants to use zem een order to protect Earth," Appoline stated. " 'Arry can be a saviour for zis planet. Zere are many sings even outside ze magical world which threaten ze existence of 'umanity, and-" she began to explain, but was cut off by Sirius.

"BUT HE IS JUST A BOY!" he roared. "NO ONE DESERVES TO HAVE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD PLACED ON THEIR SHOULDERS, AND HARRY HAS ALREADY HAD THAT! EVEN WITHOUT ALL… THIS!" Sirius exclaimed, motioning vaguely to indicate the subject of their discussion. "The magical world already looks up to Harry as a saviour, expects nothing but greatness out of him, and that's at the age of fourteen!" Sirius added, now significantly calmer, yet still seething.

"Monsieur Black," Appoline cut in softly. "While I agree zat no one person deserves such pressure, you can't deny zat 'Arry does not have a great destiny awaiting 'im. I believe at zis stage of 'is life, we are at a crossroads of wezzer 'e eez going to be stunted or wezzer we shall 'elp him achieve ze greatness zat we know 'e can accomplish."

Sirius nodded tamely, realizing the truth in Appoline's words.

"I do agree zat ze world, magical or mundane, eez not yet ready to see 'Arry's gifts, so we must strive to 'elp 'Arry keep eet 'idden," she added, looking pointedly at Harry, who nodded his agreement. He had no inclination to thrust himself any further into the spotlight.

Appoline turned to Harry and Fleur.

"Fleur, 'Arry? Eet eez getting late, you should both get to bed. I just 'ave one last matter to discuss with Monsieur Black in private," she said.

Fleur motioned with her head to Harry for them to exit, and they both trooped out after saying their goodbyes to their respective parent or guardian.

"It's starting to feel a little more like the truth now, having heard it for a second time," Harry commented, as he walked with Fleur to the Entrance Hall, where they'd part ways.

"Still very incroyable, though, I'd imagine," Fleur reasoned.

"In a sense, yeah, but it's nice to get an explanation for why I'm so… different."

Fleur's head dipped in a nod of understanding.

"I have been thinking of one thing, though," Harry began.

"Oh?"

"You said the Veela came from a neighbouring planet to Krypton…"

"Oui."

"Don't Veela have enhanced abilities and such, due to the yellow sun?" Harry asked.

Fleur beamed at Harry's deduction.

"Very good of you to point zat out, 'Arry," she complimented. "Ze climate on ze Veela 'ome planet was different to Krypton's in terms of ze evolutionary path it took with ze Veela population. In short, due to zese evolutionary differences, ze… abilities developed by ze Veelas by being in a galaxy with a yellow sun are drastically different. Veela developed an alternate avian form and a certain affinity for fire. Obviously, ze concentration of zese abilities differs depending on ze concentration of a Veela's 'eritage. Being zat I'm only a quarter Veela, my abilities are partial and significantly weaker," she explained.

They came to a halt in the centre of the empty Entrance Hall.

"I'm afraid we can't see much of each ozzer until ze First Task, 'Arry," Fleur declared sadly. "Madame Maxime 'as granted me zis chance to visit with my family, unaware zat we would also be meeting with you and Sirius. She does not wish for me to… associate with ze ozzer Champions."

"I understand, Fleur," Harry nodded.

"Au revoir, 'Arry," she said. "Bonne chance."

Harry's nerves were frayed as he sat in the Champions' tent ahead of the First Task of the Tournament. He wasn't the least bit confident in his plan. It involved summoning his Firebolt and simply outmanoeuvering the dragon he would face. That fear wasn't helped when they'd picked their dragons and Harry ended up with the Horntail.

Figures, he thought bemusedly.

He listened as the other Champions filed out one by one, facing their respective dragons. The crowd in the tent before Cedric's departure had made it impossible for Fleur to talk to him, and even after they'd all filed out, concentration on the Task and Krum's presence hindered any chances at a private chat, and then she had to leave to face her dragon, leaving the Bulgarian Seeker and Harry alone in the tent, before even he left, leaving Harry alone to his thoughts as he awaited his fate.

Harry's leg bounced nervously as he stared intently at the ground in front of him. He saw his breath clouding out in front of him, but thought nothing of it in the late November climate.

It wasn't the fear of the dragon that had Harry so nervous. It was more the prospect of facing it and accidentally revealing his secret, if a jet of fire were to engulf him and he were to step out unharmed, or a spike on the Horntail shattering upon impact with him. Harry knew he could attempt to spin the story that he'd cast some manner of impervious shielding charm on himself, but knew the scope of such magic was much too complex for the other champions, much less a wizard who'd barely begun his fourth year of magical education.

So it was that Harry was finally summoned to take to the arena as the final champion of the day, and shaky steps carried him into the arena. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm his nerves as he stepped out into the rocky area, his breath still clouding out before him.

Harry frowned as the arena seemed to be empty. He theorized the handlers would maybe introduce the dragon in a moment, but that didn't seem to make any sense.

His thoughts were interrupted as his enhanced hearing picked up a whooshing sound, and he instinctively dove for cover behind one of the large rocks as the Horntail's spiky, clubbed tail smashed into the spot where he'd been standing moments before.

A huge groan rose up from the audience at the close call, most in relief that Harry had reacted quickly to the seemingly-lethal situation. Harry had no doubt a few of those groans were disappointment at his continued survival.

Harry leaned his head back against the rock in relief and exhaled heavily, but frowned as his breath formed a thick column of air which painted the rocks ahead of him in thick frost.

Did I do that? I must have, it's still a little early for frost, Harry thought.

He exhaled again, this time towards a bare patch of rock, with a similar outcome.

It's like I'm breathing out icy air, he realized.

This was suddenly promising. Harry knew that there were magical fire-breathers, so ice-breathing could be seen as magically plausible.

Harry took a settling breath, then rounded the corner around the rock, out into the open of the arena and faced off with the Horntail, which was crouched in anticipation over the nest. Harry could see the golden egg glinting in the nest, even in the massive shadow cast by the dragon.

Harry began marching purposefully towards the Horntail, even as the crowd erupted into cries of warning and protest, many thinking that Harry was foolishly marching to his death.

If dragons could smile, Harry was sure that's what the Horntail was doing, as it barred its teeth in anticipation. It tilted its head as Harry still approached, before rearing its head back and spewing out a roaring column of fire, eliciting panicked screams from the crowd as it barreled towards Harry.

For the sake of appearances, Harry held his wand near his mouth as he inhaled a large amount of air, before he exhaled with all his strength, causing a massive column of ice-cold air to slam into the jet of fire, halting its progress and throwing up a column of steam as the two forces began a tug of war.

Harry dug his feet into the rock of the arena and began walking his way forward with difficulty, slowly pressing the fire back with his ice breath. His exhale ended perfectly in time with the Horntails, as the respective jets of fire and ice ended.

Harry and the dragon stared each other down, as the beast regarded Harry with what he thought could be curiosity. Harry didn't have long to consider what the expression could have meant before it attempted to catch Harry unawares with another blast of fire, which he met once again, moving forward to push back the hot current.

He found himself at a short distance now, the two columns now concentrated beams which seesawed back and forth, before Harry put all his force into the breath, which consumed all the flames in ice and threw a thick cloud of steam into the dragon's face and indeed clouded up the arena, giving Harry the cover he needed to dart in and grab the egg, before running from cover to cover as the steam dissipated and the dragon roared its disapproval as it realized its failure.

The crowd was silent for a second before a wall of sound slammed into Harry from the delirious cheers of the spectators. He held up the egg from his spot just outside the tunnel to the Champions tent as the dragon handlers filed in to subdue the Horntail, which thrashed and protested before it was finally brought away to be put back in its cage.

Harry duly went into the tent and had Madam Pomfrey check him over for any injuries (not that there were going to be any), before re-entering the stadium to get his scores.

Crouch gave him a respectable 8, Bagman (unsurprisingly) gave him a perfect 10, Karkaroff gave him a begrudging 6, Madame Maxime an 8, and Dumbledore rounded the scores off with a 9 as he regarded Harry with a look that seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and fascination.

Harry hadn't thought it possible for the volume to increase in the stadium, but it did, as the cheers reached fever pitch, before Harry sheepishly made his exit back into the tent, where the other champions were gathered with their families.

As he entered, Sirius came over and enveloped him in a hug.

"Well done, pup," he congratulated. "Hell of a trick there."

The Delacours made their way over and Appoline gave her congratulations, before adding in an undertone: "You also have my congratulations on developing anozzer of your Kryptonian powers, alzough you could 'ave been more subtle about eet."

Sirius' eyes bugged out at her words.

"You what?!" he exclaimed in a stage whisper.

"He just learned the Arctic Breath ability," Appoline explained.

"Pup, we are going to have some serious words about this, all puns aside," his godfather whispered to him.

Harry, for his part, merely stood in shock. He'd developed a new power, though nearly (and still could have) given himself away in the process.

He berated himself on his carelessness, and promised lectured himself internally about endeavouring to be more careful about these types of things next time. After all, there were only so many incredible feats he could pull off before somebody began asking questions.