AN: Hello again everyone! Everything I stated in the last AN applies here as well. Additionally, I did borrow some dialogue from Rowling's chapter on the Start-of-Term Feast and I do not wish to take credit for that. In those instances all credit for creativity goes to her. (obviously)

Once again enjoy! And don't be afraid to review! (even if you reviewed for the last chapter already)

Harry couldn't help but continuously glance back at the Great Hall's doors as McGonagall rattled off names from the list of first years to be sorted. He kept hoping that Hagrid would storm into the Hall with a thundering boom, much like Professor Moody had the year before. It was a foolish hope, as Hermione kept telling him; there were no vacant seats at the staff table and Professor Grubbly-Plank—who as far as Harry knew had only ever taught Care of Magical Creatures—sat at her old chair, chatting with Professor Flitwick as though she had not been in retirement the two years prior. But Harry noticed that Professor Dumbledore kept shifting his eyes across the room, looking past the professors and students, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

Something caught Dumbledore's eye just as "Zeller, Rose" was sorted into Hufflepuff. The corners of the Headmaster's mouth shifted upward just enough so that Harry could see the smile from his spot in the middle of the Hall. Before Harry could scan the room for whatever it was that Dumbledore had seen, the Headmaster stood, walking to the front of the staff table before giving his opening words.

"To our newcomers," Dumbledore threw his arms out in a welcoming embrace, "welcome! To our old hands—welcome back! There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Before we eat, however, I have just a few more introductions to make."

Harry turned toward Hermione and Ron; the three exchanged confused looks. Dumbledore never made introductions before the feast. None of the teachers seemed the least bit concerned; however, so Harry retuned his attention to the Headmaster without another thought.

"I am sure many of you have heard some rumors about Hogwarts over the summer," Professor Dumbledore smiled innocently; the Hall filled with nervous laughter from students and staff alike. "Well, let there be rumors no more! This year I am proud to introduce—"

Dumbledore's next few words were lost as the Great Hall's main doors violently flew open. What seemed to be an indoor tornado tore into the room. People screamed and clutched at their hats that were threatened to be swept up in the wind. Harry barely missed being skewered by Ron's wand flying loose from its holster, and he caught sight of Hermione struggling to keep her hair out of her face. Many of the older students—including Harry—drew their wands, aiming at the miniature twister rampaging across the room. But as quickly as the funnel appeared, it vanished, allowing everything it had swept up to glide gently onto the floor. Students and teachers rushed to gather their belongings; the screaming stopped; and the Hall descended into complete silence. Dumbledore remained quite relaxed standing before the staff table, appearing unbothered by the natural disaster that had just tore through the Hall.

An impish cackle resounded from the back corner of the room, breaking the silence. Harry felt as if someone was slowly tracing a cold finger down his spine; his heart pounded loudly and his breathing became unsteady. Ron shivered beside him, wand raised. Even the younger students seemed ready to curse the cackling corner. But before anyone could utter a spell, the laugh sounded from the front of the Hall. Everyone began spinning around in circles, for the laugh seemed to originate from both corners of the room at once. The cackle multiplied until it surrounded the entire Hall and Harry could no longer distinguish one laugh from the next. For the first time Harry could remember, his wand felt utterly useless as he waved the stick around, trying to find something, anything, to hex.

Harry looked to the Professors, hoping they had had more luck finding the target. But his grip on his own wand tightened when he noticed that, although all the teachers were also spinning around the room, searching for the origin of the laugh, not a single one of them had drawn their wands. In fact, Dumbledore—for all the chaos around him—looked downright pleased at the situation. The laugh subsided and a thin layer of smoke rolled down the sides of the wall. No one lowered their wand.

A Hufflepuff screamed.

Immediately, everyone turned to face the center of the room. Hannah Abbott stood petrified, the scream still frozen on her face, pointing upward at a small figure falling from the ceiling. The figure twisted and turned as it fell, oddly reminding Harry of the time he spied the Men's Olympic diving team through Aunt Petunia's window. The figure looked like a shadow: a mass of black hurtling towards the ground. Harry saw a cape and a flash of red as the figure continued to fall, flipping and twisting all the while. He became quickly concerned about what would happen when the person hit the floor; but barely a few feet before reaching the floating, lit candles, the figure stretched out a limb and fired a rope at the ceiling from what resembled a muggle gun. The figure gripped the rope and swung upward into the enchanted sky.

As soon as the figure disappeared into the ceiling, a streak of red and yellow weaved in and around all the tables, sending everyone's belongings flying again. The streak went faster and faster, finally rounding the room and heading straight towards Professor Dumbledore. Multiple screams echoed for the Headmaster to move, yet the elderly wizard stood stoically in place as the ribbon of red and yellow approached. The streak slowed until eventually Harry could distinguish the form of a person at its front. The streak faded away leaving only the figure of a redheaded teenage boy sprinting towards the headmaster. The boy skidded to a halt, landing in a crouched position, one leg extended outward and one hand on the ground. The teen wore a skintight yellow and red suit that was all too familiar to Harry. Something small and black dropped beside him; it righted itself, revealing another teenage boy, masked, caped, and clad in red and black. The redheaded boy stood, towering over his caped companion, and the two shared a devilish smile before staring out at the student body.

Nearly a hundred wands fixed themselves on the new appearances. Dumbledore frowned down at the students and waived his hand, signaling everyone to put their wands away. Harry and the others did so reluctantly. Dumbledore then placed one hand on each of the intruders' shoulder and addressed the crowd, "This year I am proud to introduce Rudolph Garrick and Robin Smith, also known as Kid Flash and Robin of the Justice League: Hogwarts' first non-magical students."

Nobody made a sound. Not even the Slytherins protested Dumbledore's use of the term "non-magical." The cold pit in Harry's stomach did not leave when the two boys smiled out at the students. Harry was sure everyone shared his scowl, until, almost directly behind him, someone began clapping. Harry glanced backward to see Dennis Creevey (who had climbed up on top of the table to be seen) applauding, eyes wide and smile even wider. His brother, Colin, joined Dennis's standing ovation, even cheering slightly despite the quiet throughout the rest of the Hall. Slowly, other students joined in clapping and cheering for the two new arrivals, until the Hall was filled with substantial praise.

To the school's credit, not all the students cheered with the Creevey brothers; it was only a small handful in actuality: no more than ten Gryffindors, a few more than that from Hufflepuff, and just slightly less from Ravenclaw. No one from Slytherin cheered, and Harry found it oddly discomforting to agree more with Slytherin than his own house.

The two boys standing next to Dumbledore basked in the praise, bowing at each table in turn and waiving like actors in a parade. Harry turned to his friends, an insult ready on his lips, only to find Hermione clapping as well with a kind smile set in her face, and her eyes sparkling in a way Harry had not seen since Gilderoy Lockheart first became the DADA teacher. Harry sat down and scowled at his empty plate, dragging his fork along its surface.

"Mr. Garrick and Mr. Smith will be spending time with each of the four houses throughout the year. I hope you will all make them feel most welcome." Dumbledore stated when the clapping died out. "I have much more to say, but all that can wait. Tuck in!"

The five long tables nearly folded under the weight of the food that appeared before them. The feast contained all of Harry's favorite dishes—roast beef, sausage, steak and kidney pie, even flaming kiwi cups—and although he piled his plate high with food, he pushed most of it around with his fork. The food's arrival alleviated much of the tension in the room, and the Hall filled with friendly chatter again. Within ten seconds, Ron had already filled his mouth with enough food that his cheeks bulged out and his chewing became labored. Nearly Headless Nick, who until then had been discussing the sorting hat's new song with the trio, belched at the display. The ghost politely excused himself and floated away past the two "non-magical" students, who had taken seats at the end of the Hufflepuff table.

Most of the Hufflepuffs had scooted away from the two newcomers, squishing so closely together that there was nearly a five foot gap between them and the two boys. But a few Hufflepuffs had left their friends to sit near the two new students, chatting with them excitedly. Most of these students Harry recognized as having cheered after the teen's chilling entrance, and the few that did not had been dragged over by their friends who had. A few ghosts had joined the group, although, they seemed much less amicable toward the new students. Many students from the other houses that had clapped for the teens stared down the small gathering with clear jealousy.

"Honestly, Ron, one would think you two were related," Hermione chuckled slightly, pointing at the red-headed teen who was already on his second helping of food.

"Wazat supst oo een!?" Ron cried indignantly through a mouthful of potatoes.

Hermione ignored him, continuing excitedly, "Its wonderful isn't it! Hoqwarts' first non-magical students, and it's them!"

Harry was taken aback by her delight, but decided not to broach the subject. "Hermione," He stated lowering his voice, "I know those two; I've seen them before."

"U av?!" Ron exclaimed.

But Hermione simply dismissed Harry's remark: "Well of course you have, Harry. You were raised by muggles after all."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

Harry glared at Hermione, who stared back at him is disbelief.

"That's Robin and Kid Flash from the Justice League. Didn't you ever read the papers as a kid, or watch the news?" The way Hermione spoke to Harry, he felt like a first year who had just asked who Merlin was.

Harry's blood boiled.

"I'm sorry, but I spent most of my childhood locked under some stairs, so forgive me if reading the daily paper was not one of my main priorities."

Hermione jerked backwards at Harry's comment, immediately looking apologetic: "Yes, well," Hermione looked away, staring into her food. She seemed close to tears "I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean… I didn't realize…"

"Doesn't matter," Harry grunted.

"So they're celebrities?" Ron asked, his mouth finally devoid of food.

"In a manner of sorts," Hermione answered, although with less enthusiasm than before, "They're heroes from America. They fight crime along with the police and take down the villains that regular law enforcement can't handle. The Justice League is a large organization of these heroes. Robin and Kid Flash aren't technically members, but their mentors are."

"And they use Magic to fight these villains?" Ron questioned, "Isn't that a huge breach of the Statute of Secrecy? Why doesn't the American Ministry do something about it?"

"It's very complicated. But most of them don't have magic, and those that do aren't like us. Most have superpowers, like Kid Flash," Hermione pointed toward the red-headed teen, who was again filling his plate with food. "He has the ability to run at supersonic speeds, as you just witnessed. But others can fly, or have super strength, or even turn invisible."

"That sounds a lot like magic to me." Ron stated, grabbing another helping of bacon. Hermione attempted to protest, but Ron cut her off, addressing Harry. "Where'd you meet them anyway?"

"At my hearing," stated Harry, "They were having trouble getting past the security desk, I told them how to get to the courtrooms. They were late for a trial, I think. They did say they weren't wizards, Ron."

"See, they went to a hearing at The Ministry!" Ron waived his fork in the air triumphantly, "Muggles never have trials at The Ministry. Besides, you saw what they did. It gave me the creeps. It looked to me a lot like dark magic. I recon that's what they got in trouble for."

"I saw a tactful display of Muggle science, Ron." Hermione looked about ready to smack their red-headed friend. "Magic is not the answer to everything. Science—"

Harry sighed; he was entirely too used to their bickering. He knew there was no hope of steering the conversation back to a more productive track. The dessert appeared moments later, and Harry gorged himself on tarts and ice cream. His two friends never noticed that he had dropped from the conversation, or at least they never commented on the fact.

Harry did agree with Ron on one aspect though, the two alleged heroes had put on a performance, he understood that, but the way Hannah Abbott had screamed rang fresh in his mind and Harry could not help the resentment that settled in his heart. His dream from earlier that morning returned to him: Muggles at Hogwarts would destroy the school. Hermione said they were heroes, yet harry could find nothing heroic in their performance.

As if Voldemort and Umbridge weren't enough, Harry thought angrily. Every year since arriving at Hogwarts, Harry had had to deal with at least one obstacle that, more often than not, nearly killed him. Well this year there were three, gift-wrapped and placed before him before term even began. It made him wonder why he kept coming back.