So, I was going through my files, looking through various notes, and this was an idea that I wrote down around the time of the original Emerald Flight series, like really early in book one, and didn't really follow up on it. This is another one of those micro-series stories, and since Death Angel wrapped up(even though I have a couple of chapters yet to post), I figured that this would be a good point to get this one rolling.


"Mr. Potter, I understand you don't have a date for the Yule Ball."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall who had asked him to stay behind after the last Transfiguration class of the term.

"I do remind you, Mr. Potter, it's traditional for the champions to start the Yule Ball….."

"Professor, isn't it also traditional for the Triwizard Tournament to have three champions?" Harry asked and Minerva looked at him extremely crossly at this point. "You know, Tri meaning three, like triangle….."

"I get your point, Mr. Potter," Minerva said, it was time's like this where she was reminded that he was in fact Lily's son. They said that eyes were the window to the soul. "That being said…"

"That being said, I was misled to believe that I should compete in this tournament," Harry said to her, looking her directly in the eye. "You realize how hard it was for me to get a copy of the Triwizard Rules. I only managed to get my hands on one recently. You would think that would be standard issue for the champions, wouldn't it Professor?"

Harry looked Minerva right in the eye.

"I shouldn't have been in this tournament in the first place and I should have known that I could forfeit in the first task….."

"I was unaware, Mr. Potter," Minerva said and Harry looked at her.

"You seem to be unaware of a lot, Professor."

Minerva's eyes widened and her stern look returned in full force. "What do you mean about that Potter?"

"Just think about it, Professor," Harry said, looking at Minerva with a smile. "Think about it really hard, and it'll come to you. You and Dumbledore, you are either blissfully ignorant or woefully negligent."

Minerva kept herself calm, he was in full blown Lily mode. This wasn't as bad as what Lily did during her seventh year, by refusing to apologize for landing three suspected Death Eaters in a hospital ring with near-fatal injuries. When Dumbledore asked her if she regretted that, she said she regretted the near part.

"Whatever grievances you have with the administration at Hogwarts, they're not important right now," Minerva said and she continued to speak, cutting Harry off at the pass. "The fact of the matter is that you do not have a Yule Ball date, even though I requested….."

"Request implied that you gave me a choice in the matter, Professor," Harry said, finally gaining the opening to cut her off.

"I told you were to have a Yule Ball date a month ago," Minerva said, looking red in the cheeks. She had never heard so one sound so sarcastically respective toward a person since….well since Lily Evans.

"Oh….and how do you know I don't?" Harry asked and Minerva blinked.

"You did not ask anyone in this school and you did not accept any invitation from any who had asked you, both female or male," Minerva said and Harry blinked at her.

"You believe those rumors, don't you?"

"It's not my place to say," Minerva said in a stoic voice.

"Well for your information, I do have a date," Harry said to Minerva and the woman looked at him, her mouth hung halfway open. "I didn't ask anyone from Hogwarts, because these are the same hypocrites who think that I put my name in the Goblet of Fire. And they blindly believe some tabloid reporter. Whether they like me for it or not, I don't care. The fact is that don't believe me when I say I didn't do it. And I'm sure Dumbledore would have been able to tell them that I hadn't. His word carries an alarming amount of weight, but he chooses to only use the power of being Albus Dumbledore when it suits him."

Mr. Potter, Professor Dumbledore….."

"Professor, I know that you're the President of the Albus Dumbledore fan club," Harry said and this got a noise of indignation for her. He knew that with the Triwizard Tournament, he had immunity towards expulsion and detention. Another rule that he found out recently, so next time Snape gave him detention, he could just laugh in his face and put bunny ears on his head. And there was nothing that Snape could do for the rest of the year, other than grit his teeth and bear it. "But his actions or lack there of over the last four years tell more than enough for me."

"It seems to me like you don't like it here at Hogwarts, Mr. Potter,' Minerva said to him. "Why stay then?"

"Believe me, I'm asking myself that question more than ever, Professor," Harry said, looking her in the eye. "And I'm seriously exploring my options, more now than ever before."

Minerva had no idea what to say.

"I have a date, but she's not from this house of lies…..all of you pat me on the back while looking for the proper place to stick your knife."

"You shouldn't tar everyone with the same brush, Mr. Potter," Minerva said as Harry blinked.

"You mean like how most of the school turned on me two years ago, when they taught that I was evil because I was a Parselmouth," Harry said and Minerva looked uncomfortable. "You see….it isn't as fun when it happens to you, now, is it?"

Harry gathered his things, not bothering to say much of anything more.

"There is no rule that states that my date has to be from one of the competing schools. So I'm not breaking any tradition. Although I'm sure that train has long since left the station when you allowed a fourth champion in the Triwizard tournament."

Without a word, Harry left the office, practically shutting the door in Minerva's face.


The Yule Ball approached and there were many rumors flying through the air about what was there. Harry had no idea whether to believe half of them. There was not a lot about what was going in the air that he believed coming from the Hogwarts rumor mill.

He stood outside of the entrance hall, with a smile on his face. The wind blew through his hair and there were a lot of people going down to the Ball. Exactly who Harry Potter was taking to the Ball was a hot topic of discussion. Personally, Harry hoped that people had better things to do with their life but perhaps he was giving these people a bit too much credit.

"So, Potter, waiting outside?"

Harry thought that Draco Malfoy was a bit too obsessed with his movements to be potentially sane or hetereosexual even. His beard er date was Pansy Parkinson, who looked rather thrilled to be on Malfoy's arm. Despite the fact that he didn't treat her all that much better than anyone else but she did have some poor tastes. Or maybe she was actually interested in her money.

This was one of those rare instances where someone being a gold digging slut would make them a better person in his opinion.

"You couldn't get a date, pathetic. What, the moaning ghost stand you up or something?"

Harry ignored Malfoy. He smiled and looked up into the sky.

"Malfoy, I don't think you really have a clue what's going on here, don't you…"

"Diggory is the real champion, and you're just some pretender, Potter," Draco said to him.

"Yes, Cedric is in fact the real Hogwarts champion, the third champion in the Triwizard tournament, and the cup was confounded into making it think that there was a fourth school, which shouldn't even be possible, because I wasn't enrolled in a fourth school," Harry said, without missing a beat. "You know, because there are three champions, in the triwizard tournament. Did you know that, Malfoy? Or did you need to have your Daddy to count for you like he does everything else?"

Crabbe and Goyle snickered briefly behind Malfoy's back and Draco turned around. They claimed up and looked stupid.

"Potter, you're going to look pathetic, when you go to the Ball without a date. I'm going to laugh at you."

"So, tell me, Parkinson, are you jealous that Malfoy's hair looks better than yours?" Harry asked and Pansy looked outraged. Once again Crabbe and Goyle laughed briefly, before getting a death glare.

"Potter, you should respect your betters….."

"Well do let me know when they show up because all I see is you," Harry said, not even looking over his shoulder towards them anymore. They were like a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe and he wanted to scrap them off and flush them down the commode.

There was a loud sonic boom that erupted over the sky at Hogwarts. That caused several students and teachers to scramble out the sight of it, because that kind of sound was not something that you heard every day.

At first, they thought that someone Apparated into Hogwarts, even though it was impossible to do.

It was actually far more complex than that and they could see a blur make her way to Hogwarts, faster than a speeding bullet.

Only about less than a fourth of the student body knew the significance of this person when she reached there. Muggleborns obviously, along with a select few half bloods and purebloods who did not have their heads up their asses and their bodies inside of the magical world bubble.

One Muggleborn, completely losing her head, spoke for the rest of them. "HOLY SHIT, THAT'S SUPERGIRL!"

Harry was amused by their dumbstruck reaction. She descended upon the ground like some vibrant angel.

Her golden blonde hair situated into beautiful tresses, framing her angelic face. Her blue eyes burned brightly with an intensity that could not be matched, even though she was not in her famous costume. She was wearing an elegant black and silver dress, that showed a tiny bit of cleavage, but not enough to be obscene. Her dress parted down to her thighs, revealing her amazing long beautiful legs and the reason why she wore that short skirt was obvious, as she had an ass to be proud by. She balanced herself on high heels, something that many pureblood females had not managed, even with the magic of magic.

"Did you doubt that I would show up?" she asked, turning to Harry with a grin on her face.

"No, Kara, not at the slightest," Harry said, as the seventeen year old alien girl stepped forward and threw her arms around Harry.

Both of them shared an explosive kiss with each other and that caused more than a few people to drop their jaws in disbelief. There was a certain energy that flowed within them, their lips tangled within each other, their tongues battling with sheer domination.

Many of the girls stood there, their jaws hanging open, as Harry put his arm around his date and led her into the school.

"So, this is Hogwarts," Kara said, looking up at the school, with Harry leading the way.

"It's not all that it's cracked up to be," Harry said, holding her hand as the two of them made their way towards the school.

"So that's it Potter, you had to pay some Muggle to be your date?"

"You know Malfoy, I wouldn't talk about paying your dates, when Parkinson has this Pavilion tendency to spread her legs every time she hears the jingle of gold."

Kara smiled, shaking her head at this pathetic man who thought that he was something, nothing like her Harry was.

The two made their way into the school, brushing past Viktor Krum and his date. They missed the look of supreme agitation and jealously that she was wearing. Although who she was jealous towards, that was the interesting thing.

"Not too bad," Kara admitted, the two of them making their way inside to the school.

"I wasn't about to ask anyone else but you," Harry said and Kara smiled, wrapping her arms around Harry and giving him another burning kiss.

"I know you wouldn't," Kara said, deciding to take a spot next to Harry at the champion table.

"Harry?" Krum's date asked as she sat down with Krum next to them.

Harry took a few seconds to recognize her. She must have spent at least six hours on her hair. "Oh, hey, Hermione."

"Don't you hey, Hermione me," Hermione said, looking at him and Kara in indignation. "What….how…..why…"

"Words, I hear they're extremely conductive to conversation," Kara said, helping herself to some of the pumpkin juice. Harry was right, it was halfway decent.

Hermione finally regained her ability to speak complete sentences.

"YOU ASKED BLOODY SUPERGIRL TO THE YULE BALL! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"

"Hey, don't yell in my ear," Kara said, wincing, rubbing her ear. She continued to speak in a dry deadpan. "You must be Hermione."

Hermione nodded calmly, trying not to freak out or fangirl out too much. Mostly the part about the fangirling out too much.

"I thought that you didn't….well that…"

"That I didn't have a date for the Yule Ball," Harry said to her and Hermione nodded. "Hey, Hermione, Viktor Fucking Krum asked you to the Yule Ball….and didn't tell me."

"Fine, be that way then," Hermione said, huffily crossing her arms.

"Herm-Own-Ninny…."

"Not now," Hermione hissed through her teeth, she didn't like her friend keeping secrets from her. That just wasn't right.

Harry decided not to talk to Hermione, if she was going to act like this.

There was a flash of a camera and Harry looked at Colin who had taken a picture. Being a Muggleborn, he would be fully aware of who Supergirl was.

'I wonder if he's any relation to Jimmy Olsen,' Kara thought in amusement.

"You look beautiful," Harry said to Kara with a smile. "Most beautiful girl in all of the twenty eight galaxies."

Kara looked pretty pleased with herself. "You're not the only one who noticed that. But then again, you've always been perceptive since I met you."

Hermione was struggling not to ask the very obvious question. She had no clue that Harry knew such an internationally famous heroine. She barely paid attention to Krum's attempts to get her attention.

"After this is over, I think we can go for a flight, spend the holidays together maybe," Kara suggested, shifting herself onto Harry's lap and snuggling into him. There were many girls who looked like they wanted to drown her in liquefied Kryptonite, if they knew what that was. "Is that…..is that music?"

"I'm afraid so," Harry said and Kara scrunched up her nose.

"The Kandorian orchestra is suddenly art compared to this," Kara said, running her hand down Harry's chest and slowly feeding him tart. "Oh, I think they're upset with me, that I stole you away from them."

"You evil older girl, corrupting my innocence," Harry whispered and Kara said with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I'm evil, and you know what I stole from you," Kara commented, nuzzling her face into Harry's neck.

"All too well….."

Hermione's mind pretty much short circuited from the implied innuendo but she wasn't about to ask what was going on. She was above sort of a thing and she was totally not fangirling out in the slightest either.

"So, I guess we have to dance," Harry said and Kara smiled at him.

"It's a tradition," Kara commented, in a really bad Scottish accent.

"Just like having four champions in the Triwizard tournament," Harry said and both Harry and Kara laughed.

Kara frowned and saw something on the corner of her dress. She saw a beetle crawling over her shoulder. Nonchalantly, she crushed it in her hand and dropped its remains in a potted plant.

"So, shall we have this dance, my lady?" Harry asked Kara.

"Lead the way," Kara commented as she wrapped her arms around him. "Be warned, I really suck at dancing."

"Well….I'm not much better."

Kara's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Hope Hogwarts has insurance."

To Be Continued.