3. Transitions

London, England
August 1, 2008

Harry was once against reminded of the reason he hated traveling by portkey when he found himself falling to the ground upon arriving at Grimmauld Place. It did not help matters that Dinah had managed to land on top of him in the process.

It had not been a smooth landing for either one of them, as evidence by the glare that Dinah shot him when she rolled to the side and got to her feet. Fortunately, it did not appear that she was genuinely angry with him.

"Sorry 'bout that," Harry apologized sheepishly. "I guess I should've warned you." Not that it would have helped. If being prepared helped a great deal, he would not loathe portkeys as much as he did.

"Just warn me next time. And maybe we shouldn't eat before we do that again," Dinah said, appearing to have some difficulties keeping her food down. "Where are we anyways?"

"We're in London," Harry answered. "This is the ancestral home of the House of Black. I inherited it from my godfather when he passed away."

He was careful to keep his tone neutral. There was no reason to make things too tense.

"Are you serious?" she asked him, clearly surprised. Apparently, she had not realized that he was being serious when he said that it would not take long.

"Yeah, portkeys and apparition are pretty much near instantaneous. Flying is the only type of magical transportation that isn't, really."

"Flying?" Dinah asked, appearing to be even more surprised.

Apparently, that was another thing that she had not yet been told about.

"Well, there have only been two wizards that could fly on their own, but the rest of us can use other things- mainly brooms."

"Right," Dinah said, nodding her head, unsure about the entire situation.

"I'll show you around in the morning. I'd do it now, but even if it didn't take long to get here, we're still in a different time zone." That was a bit of an understatement, actually. There was a seven hour time difference, so it was past midnight.

"I'm looking forward to it. I can wait until tomorrow," she told him. "But for now, can you show me where I can take a bath. If we're going to go to bed, I want to relax a little first."

"Yeah, I'll show you where it is and find you a room."

"I'll just sleep with you tonight."

Her words were met with silence, along with an unmistakable blush.

"Not like that," she said with a laugh. "Not that I'd complain, but I'd like to find out a little more about you before we do that again."

Harry could not blame her in the least for wanting to do that, though he had a distinct feeling that she was also getting him back for not warning her before they used the portkey.

Shaking his head, he decided to just do as she asked. Though he would have liked nothing better than to end the night on a different tone, he could be patient. In all honesty, he liked the idea of getting to know her a little better before they were involved with each other in such a way. While he logically knew that they had already had sex, it was a little different now that he was sober.

Besides, they did have the rest of their lives ahead of them.

London, England
August 2, 2008

Waking up in bed with an attractive woman was not an occurrence that Harry was used to, though it was only his second day to experience such a thing.

Despite Dinah's decision to wait a little while before they were intimate again, she had made things rather difficult for him when they went to bed the previous night. She had insisted that they sleep in the same bed, and she had opted to only wear a t-shirt and panties to bed.

As a result, he woke to find her pressed against him, the thin cloth covering her ass leaving little to the imagination.

He was quite thankful that he had woken up before her. Otherwise, his… situation… would have been somewhat awkward.

Carefully slipping his arm from its resting place around her waist, he rolled out of bed and started to get dressed.

According to the clock, it was not yet six o'clock in the morning. Despite only getting five hours of sleep, he felt fully rested. It was only when he found himself using magic frequently that he actually needed eight hours of sleep, but he had not needed to do that since he worked with Kreacher, Remus, and Tonks to repair Grimmauld Place.

Heading down the stairs wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt, he started to go over his plans for the day.

Before he actually went into public with Dinah, he really needed to introduce her to Andromeda and get the witch to make sure that they had not forgotten anything.

In addition to that, Harry had a few things that he needed to take care of. Most of them had something to do with his recent marriage, but there were a couple matters that he had intended to take care of even before he went on the Las Vegas vacation.


The single word was all that he needed to say. It called forth his old but loyal house elf in an instant.

"Yes Master," Kreacher said, looking at Harry with respect. The fake Slytherin Locket that he had given the elf back during the horcrux hunt could easily be seen hanging from Kreacher's neck.

"I need you to bring me the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone," Harry told Kreacher. As they still recognized him as their master, he had no doubt that the house elf that was bonded to him would be able to find them.

"Yes Master," Kreacher said before he disapparated.

Within three minutes, Kreacher appeared in front of him holding the two Deathly Hallows.

"Thank you Kreacher," Harry said as he took them and stowed them away within his mokeskin pouch. Recently, he had come to the conclusion that he was being naïve by placing two of the Deathly Hallows in such unprotected locations. He literally dropped one in the middle of the forest, while the other had been placed in the tomb of a previous owner. Neither could be considered good locations.

"Anything for you, Master," Kreacher said with reverence.

Harry just sighed. Despite hating being called Master, he knew that Kreacher would not stop using the title.

"There's been a change recently," Harry told the elf. "I ended up getting married when I was on vacation. That's why I'm back so early. She… is not magical. I trust you will treat her with respect all the same." There was no threat in his words, just a matter-of-fact statement.

"Of course Master," Kreacher agreed. "Mistress Dinah will be treated as the Lady Potter."

Harry raised an eyebrow at Kreacher's words but decided not to question it. He did not fully understand the nature of the bond between him and Kreacher in the first place.

"Also, do you know if Ron and Hermione are back yet?"

"They have not returned yet, Master," Kreacher answered immediately, shaking his head.

"That's fine. I didn't think they would have," Harry admitted, letting out a sigh. "It doesn't matter. Kreacher, I want you to stay hidden until you're asked to show yourself. I don't want Dinah to get spooked. Meeting a house elf for the first time can be… startling."

He could still remember his first encounter with Dobby.

Kreacher nodded his head before he snapped his fingers, disappearing from view.

With that conversation done with, he slipped on some shoes, threw a cloak over his form, and made his way to the fireplace. He needed to do one more thing before Dinah awoke.

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself in the office of Ragnok, a high-ranking official of Gringotts and the account manager of several prominent families, including the House of Potter.

Ragnok was one of the only goblins in Gringotts that actually liked him. Breaking into Gringotts, stealing one of their guard dragons, and using it to wreck the lobby floor and the bank's roof had earned him a negative reputation among the goblins.

It was only thanks to the fact that he had paid one and a half billion galleons to the bank in reparations that ensured that he was still treated fairly. Given that the damages cost a third of what he paid them, Harry was of the opinion that they should have treated him better than fairly, but he was not going to voice that opinion anytime soon.

"It looks to be official," Ragnok said as he looked at the marriage certificate that Harry had placed on the goblin's desk.

"I'd like that registered with your bank," Harry told him. Though he was married, the magical world had no way of telling that he had actually been married. As such, it was common practice for witches and wizards that got married in muggle ceremonies to register their marriage through the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts. Both would submit the information to the ICW so that it could be compiled and distributed among the nations that had joined the ICW. He had chosen Gringotts to actually do it simply because it would ensure that the Ministry of Magic did not learn of the information too soon, which also delayed the Daily Prophet from learning about it.

"That can be done. But that isn't the only reason you are here, is it?" Ragnok asked with a knowing look in his eyes.

"You're right," Harry confirmed. "I need you to act on my behalf. Take care of a few things for me, and you'll get a ten percent commission."

"What do you need?" Ragnok asked with anticipation clear in his eyes.

"I thought about having you buy the Daily Prophet for me, but it's not really worth it. Instead, I'd like you to do a few other things for me." As he spoke, he removed a roll of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Ragnok.

Unrolling it, Ragnok began to read the list that Harry had written out for him.

When he was done, the goblin had wide eyes.

"What is it that you are planning?"

"Something that will change the future as we know it," Harry answered with a smile. "But that's not all that I want done. Everything on the list is connected, but this next part isn't."

That seemed to make the goblin even more curious.

"I have a few things that I'd like to have commissioned," Harry began.

It was at that moment that Ragnok realized exactly how profitable a business relationship with Harry Potter could be.

About an hour later, Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place.

The discussion with Ragnok had gone over rather well, though whether the commissioned gear was actually made or not was still up in the air.

Putting up his cloak, Harry decided to start making breakfast for him and Dinah. While he could have had Kreacher do it for him, he preferred to do it himself sometimes. It was difficult to convince Kreacher of that at first, but as long as he let Kreacher handle the cooking most of the time, the old house elf was satisfied.

Just as he finished cooking, he saw Dinah walk into the kitchen wearing a set of casual clothes, along with her wig. He was not surprised that she had chosen to wear it, though it still felt odd seeing her wear it when he knew what she really looked like.

"How long have you been up?" she asked, surprised by the sight.

"A couple hours," Harry said with a shrug. "I had to take care of a couple things, and it was still pretty early, so I thought I'd get some breakfast ready."

"So you've already been out?" she asked.

"Yeah, I had some business at the bank, so I went while you were sleeping."

She just nodded her head in acceptance.

The pair sat down and ate breakfast at that point. It was a quiet and simple affair. Neither spoke a word as they ate, though it was not an awkward silence.

The silence did not last long after they finished breakfast though.

It was Dinah who spoke first. "Do you have a phone around here? I need to make a call sometime today."

He shook his head with an apologetic look. "Electronics tend to short out in wizarding homes. I don't understand it that well myself, but that's how it is."

Stunned silence was her response, and he completely understood it.

"The Wizarding World is probably two hundred years behind when it comes to technology. The most advanced technology that witches and wizards actually use would have to be the automobile, but few use anything newer than the eighties."

That was actually something that he intended to fix in the future, but that was not something he could do anything about just yet.

"As long as I don't use too much magic inside a house, it isn't a problem, so I'm not asking you to live like that," Harry said, realizing that she might have gotten the wrong impression. "I actually have a house more like what you're used to, but they've only just finished building it. It'll take a bit longer to get it furnished."

He had actually paid to have the house built two months earlier. It had already been warded, though the wards were fairly low-key so that they did not cause any problems.

"I can deal without electronics for a little while. I'm just not used to it," Dinah admitted. "I do need to get in touch with a friend though. They'll be worried if they think I just disappeared."

"That won't be a problem. I know Andromeda keeps a phone at her place, though she has to replace it once every few months. I wanted to introduce you to her anyways, so it works out."

"Andromeda?" Dinah asked curiously.

"Yeah, she's Teddy's grandmother. Tonks is her daughter."

Dinah looked interested to meet the woman at hearing that. Meeting the woman who raised someone as unique as Tonks was often an interesting experience.

Metropolis, Kansas
August 2, 2008

Oliver Queen was just getting ready to leave his office for the day when his cell phone began to ring. His phone ringing was not an unusual occurrence in the least, but it surprised him to see that it was an international call. International calls to his personal phone were not all that common.

"Hello?" he asked as he answered the phone.

"Oliver, it's Laurel."

At that, he was not sure if he was more worried or relieved. Despite it not being the name he knew her by, he quickly put together that it was Dinah on the other end of the line. Using her middle name told him that she did not believe that it was a secure line. Though the question of how exactly Dinah managed to get out of the country was something that he was very curious about.

"Laurel, what's going on?" It was one of many questions that he would have liked to ask, but it seemed the most appropriate. There were some matters that he did not wish to discuss on an unsecure line either.

"I'm calling you from England to give you an update. I ran into a few complications and had to relocate."

"What kind of complications?" Oliver asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I might have gotten married when I was in Sin City."

Oliver did not even know what to say when he heard those words.


"Yes, married," Dinah told him, and he could tell that she was rolling her eyes. "It happened in the heat of the moment, and you know how Vegas can be. We've decided to try to make things work though. Anyways, I'm just calling to let you know that I'm alright. If you need to get in touch, just call this number. It belongs to a friend of my husband."

"A guy calling to chat with another man's wife could send the wrong kind of message," Oliver remarked. He would have been lying if he claimed that he was not concerned about the situation, but he trusted Dinah. That did not mean that he was going to just sit back and wait for something to happen though.

"I'll explain that we are just friends. He knows quite a bit about me, though I've neglected to tell him how we met. That's not something that I'm comfortable talking to him about at the moment."

"Understandable," Oliver commented, easily deciphering the meaning behind her words. He knew about her secret identity but did not know about the identities of anyone else on his team. "Maybe I'll look you up next time I'm in the neighborhood."

"That sounds nice. I'll see you around Oliver."

"Same to you, Laurel."

With that, the phone call came to an end.

Immediately after hanging the phone up, Oliver made another phone call.

"Hey Chloe, I need you to look into something for me," he said as soon as the phone call was answered.

Though he trusted Dinah a great deal, he had to be sure that the guy that she had gotten herself involved with was not going to cause problems.

Author Notes: I must have had more difficulties with this one chapter than I have with either of the first two, though I did write the first two back-to-back while this one was started around the time time I posted the second chapter. It's not a great chapter and is partially filler, but it's a stepping stone and hints at some of my plans. It's the time of chapter that doesn't seem like it's important, but if I took it out, it would be noticeable later on down the road.

My goal for this story is to shoot for weekly chapters. Not that I'm opposed to updating a bit more frequently than that. I am having some difficulties though, so I would not expect them to be anymore frequently than that. The biggest issue with starting the story at the point that I did is that Dinah isn't a major character in the story and the League did not appear to be very active between June of 2008 (when the League went into hiding after the identities of Black Canary and Aquaman were uncovered) and September of 2009 (when the League made plans to deal with Doomsday). As such, I'm having to improvise more than I would have to if he was paired with a more prominent character. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. I just want to make it clear why I can't just pump chapters of this story out.

Anyways, thanks for reading and reviewing. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.