So this was a crossover with DC, more specifically Teen Titans and Wonder Woman. I called the story Enyalius, this was due to the new last name I had given Harry, which was an epitaph for Ares, who was Harry's father in this story.

I'm putting this story up for adoption for a couple reasons. The biggest is that, outside of a few things, I don't remember where I was going with it.

I can say that, aside from Harry being Ares son, and gaining some abilities from that, a large part of the story was going to revolve around the relationship between Harry and Blackfire in this story. And with that, I leave you with two notes on what I intended for this story.

One: Starfire and the Titans were going to find out about Blackfire's marriage to Harry after a villain (most likely Cinderblock) crashed through a restaurant Blackfire and Harry were eating at, which would in turn tick off Blackfire since it ruined date night, and she would take her anger out on said villain.

Two: Ares relationship with Wonder Woman was meant to be somewhat reminiscent of Ares relationship with Xena in Xena: Warrior Princess. That is, he want's her next to him, but his own nature as the God of War causes him to be unattractive to Diana, and that includes his various schemes that he comes up with, and just can't help himself from doing, again due to his nature as God of War. I've seen Ares have that kind of relationship with Diana before, and in truth their relationship does tend to depend on the writer at the time. Sometimes Ares is the big bad nonredeemable God of War, sometimes he's helped and even given advice to Diana, so I don't think it's that far of a stretch.

Anyway, here's the story. Again, please remember that this, as with all my stories put up for adoption, are unedited. And Please PM me if you are interested in adopting the story.

I Do Not Own Harry Potter, Teen Titans, or anything DC

This story features Wrong-Boy-Who-Lived, language, violence, and innuendo. While I probably won't write any lemons, I will most certainly reference them and imply them.

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Chapter 1

As the sun drifted into her room, Blackfire Enyalius sat up, stretching lightly, from her bed, allowing the sheet covering her to fall to her waist.

She was a beautiful woman, even if she was alien in appearance. With violet almond shaped eyes, silky black hair, smooth skin, and an hourglass figure with firm, full DD-breast, she was truly a vision. The only signs she was inhuman were the orange tint of her skin, her small eyebrows, her lack of bellybutton and (when visible) her light purple tongue.

Standing from the bed, unconcerned for her nakedness, she did her best not to disturb her bedmate, and husband.

Looking down at the sleeping form of her husband, Blackfire smiled slightly. He really was the perfect husband for her, even if he was mostly human.

Harry Enyalius was a handsome young man. Despite his slim figure, he was well muscled, and much stronger than he appeared. With his black hair, emerald eyes, and flawless olive skin, he was physically a match for her beauty.

But it was his mind and attitude that endeared him to his wife.

He understood her, better than anyone ever had before. Not to mention, while he did have morals, he had a certain ruthlessness that appealed to Blackfire.

Not to mention his wealth as founder and head of Evans Industries kept the alien woman in a more than comfortable lifestyle. The fact that he ran his company with a ruthlessness and intelligence that would make military generals proud was just icing on the cake.

Of course it also helped that he was a very talented, and well-endowed, lover.

As she walked to the bathroom, after planting a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead, Blackfire tried to remember how many times he'd made her cum before she collapsed from exhaustion.

She gave up when she stepped into the large, multi-headed shower. She didn't know if it was due to the pleasure he'd given her, or if he'd just made her cum so much, but she honestly couldn't count.

Closing her eyes as she placed her head under the water, she smirked when she heard the door to the shower open. Her smirk widened as she felt her husband's arms embrace her, and his cock, already hard, rest against her ass. "I thought you were sleeping," she moaned lightly as Harry kissed, and lightly nipped her neck, only to gasp, as she felt her husband's fingers caress her womanhood.

"How can I sleep when I know you're naked, wet, and just a room away," he whispered into her ear, just before trusting his fingers into her.

It was a very good morning for Blackfire.

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Sitting at his desk in his office at the Evans Industries Headquarters, Harry Enyalius was going over several different proposals from his various departments.

He'd started Evans Industries as a cosmetics and body care company. He was smart enough, when he opened the business, to understand that, while there was profit in war people were always looking for a way to look better and feel better about themselves. So while cosmetics and body care may not be as profitable as weapons manufacture, it was more stable and reliable.

Since then, he'd branched out into other fields. His company had expanded into the medical field, producing both medical equipment and pharmaceuticals. Plus he'd purchased vineyards in Italy, California, and France, which each produced a different label of wine for him, and a distillery in Scotland, where he had his own labels of single-malt and blended scotch whiskey's brewed. Plus he had a casino/hotel in Vegas, a resort in the Caribbean, and hotels in Gotham, Metropolis, and Jump City.

While he wasn't there yet, his eventual goal was to build a company that could rival Wayne Enterprises and LexCorp. It was actually one reason why, aside from the medical aspect, he hadn't tried to break into the technology or weapons fields yet. He knew, as soon as he really started pushing into their primary fields, the industrial espionage would begin…not that it wasn't happening already.

But Harry knew that, for the moment, he was a minor consideration. The heads of the two companies were more likely to concern themselves with Queen Industries than him at the moment. The trick, he knew, to accomplishing his goal, was to wait for the right moment before attempting to break into either fields. To do that, he needed to wait for something major to happen to one, though preferably both, companies that enabled him to break into the field without too much hassle.

Sure, he dabbled in them, but he hadn't really tried breaking into them.

Mostly his R & D department came up with things that he shelved until they were either ready to make the break, obsolete, or he had the technology adapted for something different.

His current project was a personal one. He was trying to come up with a way to duplicate Tamaranean wine as a treat for his wife.

He'd had moderate success so far.

According to Blackfire, he'd managed to produce the cheap wine that the common folk could afford. But his goal was to replicate the wine the Royals could afford, and that his wife enjoyed.

He was pulled from his thoughts as a masculine voice said, "You know, your wine isn't that bad."

Harry looked up just in time to see a muscular man rest his feet up on Harry's desk. Like Harry, he had black hair, though unlike Harry, who wore his long and slicked back, the man's was in a short, military cut. His goatee was immaculately trimmed. His red eyes were filled with mirth, as he sipped from the wine glass in his hand.

"In fact," he added, "I think I may give some to Diana. Maybe that would get her to come around and quit opposing me, and perhaps get her into my bed. What do you think?"

Harry sighed, before looking down at the papers he was reading before. "I think you still might have to drug the wine. Wonder Woman hates you your guts."

The man chuckled, a wide smile on his face. "I think you're right?"

"Not that I don't enjoy your visits, father, but I am busy. Is there any particular reason you stopped by, or are you just here to chat?"

"I would have spoken to you last night, but from the noise I heard, you had…other things to do. I must say, you wife could probably give Aphrodite a run for her money. But," he set the wine glass on the desk, "I did come for a reason," he added solemnly. "Voldemort is back, and has begun the war between magicals in Britannia anew. Your brother is obviously a target."

"Half-brother," Harry corrected.

The man rolled his eyes, but continued, "Yes well, as much as I know you…dislike your brother, step-father, and most of Britannia's magicals, I figured I'd give you a heads up. There's no guarantee, but should Tommy boy discover what actually happened that night, he'll come after you. And while I may not be the most…caring father, I don't want to see you dead, especially since I'm impressed with what you've done so far."

Harry looked up at his father. "You're Ares, the God of War, can't you deal with it."

Ares, let out a hard laugh. "Oh yes, let's send the God of War someplace were war is already brewing. There'd be a bloodbath. And as much as I enjoy war, I don't want everyone to die. If that happened, there'd be no conflict, and I would have no power. So me going to Britannia…not really a good idea, at the moment anyways." He picked up the wine glass, and drank the remaining wine down in one gulp, before causing the glass to vanish. "You on the other hand, well, you are a Son of Ares. And you won't inflame things to the point of no return."

"While still providing more than enough conflict to keep you happy," Harry added, sitting back in his chair.

"That too." Ares grinned. "By the way, you need to start making weapons." Without another word, Ares disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Harry alone at his desk.

Harry chuckled at the familiar goodbye of his father. Ares was constantly trying to talk Harry into breaking into the weapons business. In fact, when he first started the company, he'd lamented that his son was acting like Aphrodite. He'd finally stopped after Harry had expanded out of cosmetics.

The two of them may not have a typical father-son relationship, but Ares and Harry cared for the other, in their own ways.

Still, Harry contemplated what the news Ares had given him meant.

He hadn't been born Harry Sirius Enyalius, He'd been born Harry James Potter. His mother, Lily Potter, had been married to James Potter. He didn't know what exactly happened, but James had pissed his mother off, and she'd gone out and slept with Ares, conceiving Harry. She and James had reconciled before his birth, but James knew Harry wasn't his. Still he was named Harry after his maternal grandfather, and took the names James Potter, after his step-father. A sort of…peace offering he guessed. Four years later, his half-brother Charles was born, and a year later, on Halloween, Voldemort attacked their home, killed Lily, and was vanquished.

Charles was hailed The-Boy-Who-Lived, and Harry was shoved into the background. Without his mother around, James really didn't treat Harry well. In fact only Sirius Black, his godfather, treated Harry well. But Sirius' job as an Auror was dangerous. Three years later, when Harry was eight, Sirius was killed in the line of duty.

Fast forward to Harry's eleventh birthday, and Harry had discovered that James had removed him from the Hogwarts list. Luckily, Sirius had named Harry his heir. There was no lordship, but Sirius was the last true member of the Black Family, and, with a few exceptions, had left the vast fortune and businesses to Harry.

Ares had appeared to him then, and revealed his relationship to Harry. Harry had then changed his name. He kept Harry, the name of his grandfather, and took the names Sirius Enyalius, after his godfather and father, Sirius Black and Ares Enyalius, respectively.

Over the next few years, Ares trained Harry in magic, combat, and the abilities he'd inherited from his father.

Of course, after his training was finished, he'd used the money he'd inherited from Sirius to start Evans Industries. With its lily logo, and use of her maiden name, it was his way of honoring the woman that had given birth to, and died protecting, him.

Then he'd met Blackfire, and was now married to her.

Just as it seemed he was finally building a life of his own, one he was more than happy with, Ares had to drop this bombshell on him. Ares had revealed a while ago that Harry, not Charles, was The-Boy-Who-Lived. And if Voldemort figured it out…he would come after him. Not that Voldemort would succeed, Harry was the son of Ares after-all, but he could harm this life he'd built and treasured.

Of course, Voldemort would have trouble finding him, he didn't use the Potter name anymore, nor did he look like James. But, one lesson Ares had instilled in Harry was to never underestimate the power of magic, or the determination of your enemy. Harry wouldn't put it past Voldermort to use magic Harry was unaware of to find him.

He was pulled from his musings as the door to his office opened, and his wife strode in. She was wearing a custom tailored black dress suit. With her heels, and skirt, which fell to just above her knees, her jacket, and violet dress shirt, Harry felt she looked incredibly sexy.

Of course, regardless of the fact that he always felt she was sexy, she could make a burlap sack look sexy.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Huh?"

Blackfire rolled her eyes. "Our reservations are in half-an-hour."

Harry stood up from his desk, buttoning his jacket. "Sorry, I was thinking and lost track of the time."

"About what?" Blackfire asked, approaching him.

Harry smiled, and kissed his wife. While Blackfire was tall for a woman, she was still a few inches shorter than Harry. Her heels gave her the same height. "Father paid me a visit, it got me reminiscing," he explained.

Blackfire of course knew who Harry's father was, he'd explained his whole life to her, just as she had to him. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "What did he want?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Harry assured her. At his wife's look, he explained, "I don't want to spoil tonight, we don't go out much."

His wife sighed, then smiled. "Fine. But you will tell me tomorrow," she said sternly.

Harry grinned, and slipped his arm around her waist as they walked out of the office. "Of course."