Chapter One Hundred: The Legend of Harry Potter.

A large statue of Harry Potter towered over everyone who saw it. A tour guide led a group downtown through the 31st century version of Metropolis. Everyone was looking around and taking a look at the statue. It was larger than life.

"And here we have a statue of one of the greatest heroes in the world for many centuries, Har-Zod, better known as Harry Potter, among other names," the tour guide commented. He sounded rather detached, but it was a living and one he had to make.

He gave a long pause for the ooohs and the awws of the people in the crowd. He got a lot of those oohs and aws when dealing with Harry Potter.

"One day, we might know what happened to this great hero," the tour guide said.

There was a long time where the RAO Corporation building, still preserved, stood in the middle of Metropolis, as a monument for the great work Harry Potter accomplished. Everyone who was anyone acknowledged the fact and more importantly celebrated it. The excitement grew when the tour guide continued to speak.

"We know one thing," he said. He gave a long pause for dramatic effect and took a long sip of his coffee. "This young man will forever have inspired several generations of heroes and he has brought the people of Earth closer to the people of the galaxies."

It was obvious all of what Harry Potter accomplished couldn't be described by mere words. Thanks to him and his work, Earth had become a meeting place for all kinds of alien races. The galactic confederation had over thirty alien races joining it and they had worked as a support network for everyone around there.

A red haired female slipped inside of the RAO Corporation, which looked like a museum now. There was a large case and she gasped.

"Wow, is that what I think it is?" she asked.

The girl stood there, with bright blue eyes. Her red hair came down to her shoulders. Her two friends approached her. One of them had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, with a white suit fitting nicely against her features. The other girl was dark haired, with violet eyes, and she had a more innocent vibe.

"It's his original suit," the blonde commented in an excited voice.

The dark haired girl let out a soft "wow" and to be honest, she wasn't really alone to be honest.

The redhaired girl looked at the suit, with adoration in her eyes.

"It was said to be pretty efficient, given it was just made in a cave with a box of scraps."

"Are you sure you're not mistaking with someone else, Ayla?" the blonde asked.

"No, Imra, I'm pretty sure I know Har-Zod," Ayla said. She placed her hand on her hips and asked ,"Don't you?"

The blonde, Imra, shook her head and answered, "I don't think I would hear the end of…. an original Red Sun, Model One, isn't it?"

"Model Seven was the height of it, I think,' Ayla said.

"Came out in the year 2206," Imra said. She gave a smile, and pure and wonderful nostalgia went over her body.

There was a snap of a picture and they realized they were missing their dark haired friend. They moved outside and she was standing in front of the statue of Harry Potter.

"Tinya?" Imra asked her.

"What?" Tinya asked.

"What are you doing?" Imra asked.

Tinya gave her a look indicated she couldn't believe Imra asked such an obvious question. She hopped down from beside the statue, holding her Red Sun Model 19, the last one ever released before Har-Zod and company seemingly vanished from the face of the Earth.

"I'm taking a selfie, with the statue," Tinya said.

Imra threw her head back. There was a part of her didn't believe this, but there was another part of her believed Tinya was doing what she did.

"Are you really?" Imra asked.

Ayla spoke up, "And here I thought selfies were a fad that went out a thousand years ago."

"Well, some people are bringing it back," Tinya said, placing her hands on her hips. "Besides, wouldn't you like to get photographed with Har-Zod?"

"Technically, it's his statue," Imra reminded her. The pouty look on Tinya's face was almost adorable.

She made her way over and wrapped her arms around Tinya's waist. Tinya continued to speak in a soft voice.

"It really would have been interesting to meet him, at his peak. I mean, we've got….we've got the records, but isn't the same. A lot of the video reels before the 30th century have been lost."

"And not to mention the entire Internet being wiped out in the year 2760," Ayla added.

"So much porn lost, one of the greatest tragedies in the universe," Imra said. It was hard to tell whether or not she was serious or not.

Tinya laughed, and smiled, "Well, you really can't…..you really can't deny we built something better, and it was off one of the projects Harry started before he disappeared. The Galactic web, really is the best it's ever been."

"Yes, and only instead of pedophiles, it's evil alien cannibals who wish to the devour the organs of small children," Ayla said.

Tinya pulled a face and she looked at her friend, "Really, Ayla?"

"Hey, we get all of those lectures of the dangers, so it likely would have happened, sometime," she replied.

The three of them continued the tour. There were some of the greatest achievements in the world.

"STARRO!" Tinya yelled, jumping back.

"Relax, it's just a model," Imra said. She placed her hand on her neck.

"Guess you're right," she said. She slumped her shoulders in embarrassment.

They didn't have the real STARRO stuffed and mounted. The real STARRO being stuffed and mounted would be extremely cool. Really weird, but extremely cool, and it would be kind of creepy.

"Bottled city of Kandor," Imra said, before the other two girls could say it.

"So, obviously a model," Tinya said. She blinked and she added in response, "A good model though, not a bad one."

"Har likely restored the city and duplicated it," Imra said.

"He would find a bottled city where most of the population is women," Ayla said.

She didn't say her wordsas a complaint, rather pride. The trio of girls made their way down the hallway and they looked around. There were a lot of absurd exhibits all around and some weapons.

The disclaimer these weren't all the real weapons was something reminded them how much things change. The very annoying 20th/21st century practice of placing items in a museum which could be used to take over the world or even the universe had ended and thank heavens for .

"There's the amplifier the Siren used to try and take control of the Amazons!" Tinya yelled. She was in geek even.

"Yes, and when she turned it on Har-Zod, she was put underneath his control and humbled," Ayla said.

And they all knew being humbled really meant having immense amount of anal sex.

"You know, it would be amazing if….well if we could continue Har-Zod's legacy."

"He was something, wasn't he?"

They turned around and saw a young man approach them. He must have been one of the museum security guards. He had dark hair and blue eyes when he approached them.

"What do you think happened to him?" Ayla asked.

Imra nudged her, "Sorry, she's….."

"Well, we're not sure what happened to him," the security guard commented. "Some say he vanished. Others said he figured with the Earth in good hands, he moved to New Krypton with his many wives. He may come back and visit the Earth under numerous guises from time to time. You never quite know when he's talking to you."

"I'm sure he's inspired many though," Ayla said. She sounded awe struck and excited.

The security guard chuckled, "Inspiration can be found anywhere, if you know where to look for it. All you have to do is reach out and seize the moment."

He pointed over to a display case and there was a ring laying in it.

"One of his last inventions before he left….no one is sure what happened to the real thing, but it has the ability to travel through time and space."

Ayla knew about this invention. Her brother had been trying to obsessively recreate it. He had dubbed it the Legion ring. The problem was it could only flash him a few seconds into the past or the future. The quantum processor didn't function like it should have.

There was something missing he couldn't figure out.

The three girls were left to look at the final invention of a great man. They walked off.

The security guard stepped into the shadows. His blue eyes shifted into green when they had moved onto the next exhibit.

"See you in the future, ladies. And I'll be meeting you for the first time, really soon. Don't worry, you'll figure out how to get the quantum processor to work. "

The thing about Harry Potter was he was closer than you could think, always, whether it be in the past, or the present, or the future.

Or in another life.

End.