Superheroes One-Shots and Short Stories (Marvel and DC)

DC: Rescued (Detoured Part 2)

DC x Harry Potter

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He really wasn't sure how things had gotten so bad so fast.

See, things were supposed to be simple. The Weasley family plus Harry and Hermione had planned on doing a quick trip to Diagon Alley the week before heading for the Quidditch Cup, because Mrs. Weasley wanted to get all shopping out of the way. Apparently, she had gone for a preventive approach this year, threatening her children with an ultimatum: if they didn't have everything ready and packed for school by the end of the week, they were not going to the quidditch Cup. Hermione would be going back to her parents after the event, and Harry had not been added to the threat issued, but they had come along all the same.

They had barely been on their way to Gringotts when it happened.

The crackling of magic overhead was the only warning they'd had before a dozen hooded figures had appeared from thin air in the alley. If the threatening way with which they carried themselves and the unfriendly masks hadn't been enough of a clue, Harry knew from the first wail of terror that these guys were bad news.

It only took a moment for Diagon Alley to fall into chaos. The mere presence of the hooded figures was enough to make shop owners lock their stores and wizards to run for the nearest exit. People who were unlucky enough to fall to the ground were trampled in the rush of people trying to escape, and those too slow...well. Harry couldn't see from where he stood, but the bright light of spells and cries of horror were enough clue.

"They put up anti-apparation wards!" Mr. Weasley's voice was loud above the din, and harry could feel his hand steering him back towards the Leaky Cauldron, halfway across the alley. "Run to the Leaky Cauldron! Fred, George, look after your sister!"

"Come on!" That was Hermione, confused like he was but still making for the exit, her hand holding onto Harry's tightly. Ron was running alongside him, hand similarly caught in a strong grip.

They were almost there when a spell hit the spot just behind Harry's feet, sending him and pieces of stone tumbling forward, yanking Hermione down with him.

Ron pulled Hermione to her feet while Harry scrambled up to continue running. "Sorry!"

"Just keep running!" she said it with an obvious wince, but Harry couldn't stop to check if she was really okay.

It was hard to do when more and more spells were aimed their way. To their dismay, there were three hooded figures in the Leaky Cauldron by the time they made it there. They only got out safely because of a lucky shove on a table and a brilliant leg-locking curse from Hermione.

They slammed the door leading to the muggle streets behind them, only for it to be blasted off its hinges a few seconds later. It slammed against the opposite wall, almost hitting a middle-aged woman who promptly screeched and ran back the way she'd come.

"Run!" Hermione's cry was frantic, and Harry could understand why. There were muggles standing around and staring, obviously not understanding the sight of dozens of robed men and women coming out of a pub they could not see. But they didn't move until the first ray of light hit one of them in the chest, making them drop unconscious with a cry of pain.

Hopefully not dead, Harry pleaded mentally.

"Who are those people!" he called, heart racing in his chest when he realized just how many people there were in the street. He purposefully kept his eyes away from the people being trampled on the floor, either wounded or – or -

"Death Eaters!" Hermione's shrill voice brought him back from his thoughts. A good thing, really, or he wouldn't have noticed one of the hooded figures was catching up, and was pointing right at them.