4059: An Ace In The Hole - Harry Potter/Ace Quinn
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- Flashback Sue
- Don't forget about the Sorting Hat.
TITLE: An Ace In The Hole
PERPETRATOR: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4713765/aadixon
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Harry with Joker like makeup is the cover art.
SUMMARY:”Harry Potter was never raised by the Dursleys. Instead, he was raised under the watchful eye and tutelage of his mother's half-sister, Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel. When Harry finally returns to Wizarding world, he isn't quite what everyone is expecting.; AU; Dark Harry, Hermione, Luna, The Joker, Harley”
FULL NAME: Harry Potter
SPECIES: He is the nephew of Harley Quinn.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: Something’s wrong when Luna shows up during first year. Something’s also wrong when making Harry related to you know who is only there to excuse his insane behavior. He interacts with Robin, and acts fairly sane there for example. Bruce randomly also decides to go to London. It’s pretty much plot-what-plot
ORIGIN: We’re supposed to believe that Harry’s aunt managed to find him and kidnap him let alone know that her half-sister was dead. I don’t buy it, This whole acting normal, and then not doesn’t work for someone raised by you know who. He also doesn’t speak like an eleven year old, let alone an eleven year old with mental issues. The conversations are horribly random.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Harry’s like “whatever” about finding out about magic, but is also supposed to be insane. This relationship to Harley Quinn’s honestly just an excuse to make Harry insane, but the writer didn’t really pull it off quite well, as beyond throwing out a random “hint” of him smiling like the Joker, it’s not there.
NOTES: So, on top of an unrealistic premise, Harry’s personality doesn’t make sense for someone raised by you know who. The idea is interesting, but honestly needs a lot of work to make it believable.
SAMPLE:
Ace awoke - or did he. He squinted his eyes then blinked them rapidly, trying to focus on what he was seeing. His brain was telling him that he had hit his head way too hard this time or he was finally losing his grip on reality. A bird that looked as though it was glowing red, sat perched at the foot of the bed that he was laying in. The bird simply stared at him as though he was as odd to it as it was to him. The room that he laid in was not like any place he'd been before. Then, he remembered the bright red light from the man's stick and attempted to sit up. This was a mistake as his head suddenly felt as though it might split in two.
"Lie back down, Ace." said a tall man with a long white beard and long white hair as he strolled into the room.
Ace immediately reached for his short knife, but it wasn't in his pocket.
"Looking for these?" asked the white haired man, opening his hand to reveal Ace's three silver knives. "I'm quite sure that you could 'carve a smile on my face' before I even had the chance to speak if I gave them back to you - so I won't."
The man closed his hand then opened it again and the three knives were gone.
"Who are you and how did you do that?" asked Ace.
"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but you can call me Professor Dumbledore. And how I did that was magic. The same type of magic you used atop that building."
"So you're a magician?" asked Ace.
"A wizard - to be precise." replied Dumbledore. "Just like you, only with training and experience."
"Where am I?" asked Ace, glancing around.
"London." replied Dumbledore.
"ENGLAND!" shouted Ace.
"Correct." said Dumbledore calmly.
"Seems a little useless to threaten you." said Ace, not caring for the power this man seemed to possess over him at the moment.
"Wise assumption - Ace." chuckled Dumbledore, taking a seat on the bed.
"My real name's Harry - Harry Quinn, but I'm sure you know that." said Harry, aka Ace.
"That is partially correct." said Dumbledore. "Your real name is Harry James Potter. Your aunt, Harley Quinn, gave you her last name - of sorts - after your mother and father died."
"Yeah." snorted Harry. "My aunt Harley told me. They were killed by some maniac from here."
"That is true, Ace - I mean Harry." said Dumbledore. "They died saving you."
"So why bring me here now?" asked Harry. "Going to teach me some magic tricks?"
"Something like that." replied Dumbledore. "You have just celebrated your twelfth birthday and are already a year behind in your learning."
"I have all the learning I need." said Harry darkly. "What is it you would teach me?"
"To be a wizard and follow your parent's footsteps by attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." replied Dumbledore. "My only request would be that you do not converse with your aunt while you are there."
"Does she know where I am?" asked Harry.
"Do you think that Mr J, as you call him, would be happy if she did?" asked Dumbledore.
A sadistic smile curled Harry's lips as he pondered the fact that this so called wizard had reluctant feelings about Mr J knowing where he was. He had no intentions of attending this Hogwarts and yet he wondered if the place had anything that might be of value to Mr J. The thought of allowing the opportunity to pass him by without checking first was too much for him to even dare consider.
"So this - Hogwarts; it's a school of some kind?" asked Harry, curious to find out more.
"Yes." replied Dumbledore. "It was founded over a thousand years ago by the greatest witches and wizards of the day."
Harry saw the pride that this statement brought the old man and realized that he must be very highly involved in this school. He didn't even question the existence of magic, like others might in his stead. He knew that the things he did weren't normal and after a nasty run in with a beautiful woman named Zatana, he knew that magic was very real.
"So, are you some sort of professor at this school?" asked Harry, knowing the answer.
"Yes Harry, I am." replied Dumbledore. "My official duty for a while now has been Headmaster."
The head man himself had come to deal with him. This made Harry even more curious than before about his parents past and this school they had attended. 'Was there something very important about him attending this school or was the Headmaster here to evaluate the dangers of allowing him in', pondered Harry. He decided to find out.
"Uh, Professor," began Harry, attempting to sound respectful "I don't suppose that you take the time from your busy schedule to meet with every student, so why me?"
"I'm sure as you well know, Harry, your situation is unique." replied Dumbledore, a slight smile curling his face. "You can imagine that we do not send groups of trained wizards to bring every student here. Besides, I know about your past and current life so let's not play games. It will speed along the process."
"Fair enough." replied Harry. "So why am I so important? I was happy right where I was so why not just leave me be? "
"Were you happy, Harry?" asked Dumbledore softly. "I know that Harley was loving to you but what about Mr J?"
"Mr J taught me what I needed to know to survive." snapped Harry. "He cares for me but I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand."
"What did he teach you besides a hundred ways to carve up a man?" asked Dumbledore.
"We're both freaks, him and I." spat Harry. "The world doesn't accept people like us. They just want to pretend that we never existed and throw us away into forgotten places. My aunt realized that years before I ever came to live with them. She helped Mr J escape those that would have people like us put away for the sake of feeling normal." A smile curved his lips. "They cannot pretend that all is well as long as we're around."
"In time, you may see things differently." said Dumbledore gently. "I can introduce you to a world that will accept you for who you really are. Our world is kept secret from the world you have lived in. In our world, magic is common, and you are famous."
"Famous?" asked Harry, looking hard at Dumbledore. "What have I ever done to be famous?"
"You survived." replied Dumbledore simply. "You survived the darkest of magic and was left with just that scar on your forehead."
"So... it is a sign of power." said Harry and Dumbledore looked at him strangely. "Mr J has always called it my 'sign of power'."
"That scar marks the end of some very dark times in our world," said Dumbledore solemnly "but it also marks the tragic death of two very wonderful people that made the ultimate sacrifice. They sacrificed their lives so that you might live."
"So this maniac that tried to kill me... did he die?" asked Harry.
"Alas, no." replied Dumbledore. "He lost all his power, but he did not die. No one knows where he is now, but I'm sure that he is still out there waiting for his chance to regain his powers. When he does, I'm afraid, he will seek to finish what he started."
"I presume that you are a very powerful wizard yourself if you are the head of this Hogwarts." stated Harry.
"You are correct, Harry." said Dumbledore modestly.
"Then I should also presume that you can protect me while I learn the ways of a wizard." said Harry.
"That is also correct." said Dumbledore. "You need not fear Lord Voldemort while you are in my care. So, should I presume that you are going to attend Hogwarts this year? We cannot force you to attend. You can return to your aunt's care if you wish."
For the first time since he had met this man, Harry did not believe him. He could never imagine Mr J divulging information to someone then just letting them walk away. No - he knew that he was trapped and failure to comply could result in some nasty consequences. Besides, Mr J had taught him not to attempt to escape, but rather escape would come to him; he just had to be patient. In the mean time, it would provide him a grand opportunity to case this 'Hogwarts'.
"So, is that your bird?" asked Harry, attempting to divert the subject.
"Yes." replied Dumbledore. "His name is Fawkes and he is a phoenix. They are very rare and have many special gifts. They are very loyal, live for hundreds of years, can lift immensely heavy loads, and their tears have healing powers." Dumbledore turned a heated gaze to Harry and stared over his half moon spectacles. "Now, will you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year?"
"Why not." replied Harry. "Sounds like a real blast and maybe one day I can repay old grizzly for the headache."
"Old grizzly," chuckled Dumbledore "is Alastor Moody; a very accomplished and skilled Auror, or dark wizard hunter."
Harry smiled sadistically at this. Not only had the head man greeted him, but they had sent the best to capture him. The idea that he made them nervous delighted him. 'What kind of powder puff world was he about to enter', mused Harry.
"So, when does school begin and how do I get there?" asked Harry.
"Start of term is in two weeks." replied Dumbledore. "I will accompany you to collect your supplies and you can stay in the Leaky Cauldron until it's time to go to Hogwarts. I will arrange for Professor Flitwick to come and tutor you so that you won't be quite so far behind your peers. You will take the Hogwarts Express on September 1st to the school along with the rest of the students. I will escort you to the train that morning."
"Didn't understand much of what you just said, but I haven't got any money for supplies." said Harry. "Your gang didn't offer me the option to pack."
"Your parents left you plenty of money, Harry." said Dumbledore. "First, we will visit Gringotts, the wizard bank, before we collect your supplies. I dare say that Diagon Alley is open for business by now."
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was morning. It must have taken them a long time to get here or he must have been out for a while. Even though all of his faculties hadn't returned to him just yet, the idea of casing out a bank made him eager to get going.
"So, when do we get started?" asked Harry casually.
"No time like the present, Harry." replied Dumbledore. "That is, if you feel up to it."
"I can walk." said Harry, standing to his feet.
"That won't be necessary." said Dumbledore, who grasped Harry by the arm before twisting on the spot.
- Flashback Sue
- Don't forget about the Sorting Hat.
TITLE: An Ace In The Hole
PERPETRATOR: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/4713765/aadixon
SUE-O-METER: Toxic
COVER/BANNER ART: Harry with Joker like makeup is the cover art.
SUMMARY:”Harry Potter was never raised by the Dursleys. Instead, he was raised under the watchful eye and tutelage of his mother's half-sister, Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel. When Harry finally returns to Wizarding world, he isn't quite what everyone is expecting.; AU; Dark Harry, Hermione, Luna, The Joker, Harley”
FULL NAME: Harry Potter
SPECIES: He is the nephew of Harley Quinn.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: Something’s wrong when Luna shows up during first year. Something’s also wrong when making Harry related to you know who is only there to excuse his insane behavior. He interacts with Robin, and acts fairly sane there for example. Bruce randomly also decides to go to London. It’s pretty much plot-what-plot
ORIGIN: We’re supposed to believe that Harry’s aunt managed to find him and kidnap him let alone know that her half-sister was dead. I don’t buy it, This whole acting normal, and then not doesn’t work for someone raised by you know who. He also doesn’t speak like an eleven year old, let alone an eleven year old with mental issues. The conversations are horribly random.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Harry’s like “whatever” about finding out about magic, but is also supposed to be insane. This relationship to Harley Quinn’s honestly just an excuse to make Harry insane, but the writer didn’t really pull it off quite well, as beyond throwing out a random “hint” of him smiling like the Joker, it’s not there.
NOTES: So, on top of an unrealistic premise, Harry’s personality doesn’t make sense for someone raised by you know who. The idea is interesting, but honestly needs a lot of work to make it believable.
SAMPLE:
Ace awoke - or did he. He squinted his eyes then blinked them rapidly, trying to focus on what he was seeing. His brain was telling him that he had hit his head way too hard this time or he was finally losing his grip on reality. A bird that looked as though it was glowing red, sat perched at the foot of the bed that he was laying in. The bird simply stared at him as though he was as odd to it as it was to him. The room that he laid in was not like any place he'd been before. Then, he remembered the bright red light from the man's stick and attempted to sit up. This was a mistake as his head suddenly felt as though it might split in two.
"Lie back down, Ace." said a tall man with a long white beard and long white hair as he strolled into the room.
Ace immediately reached for his short knife, but it wasn't in his pocket.
"Looking for these?" asked the white haired man, opening his hand to reveal Ace's three silver knives. "I'm quite sure that you could 'carve a smile on my face' before I even had the chance to speak if I gave them back to you - so I won't."
The man closed his hand then opened it again and the three knives were gone.
"Who are you and how did you do that?" asked Ace.
"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but you can call me Professor Dumbledore. And how I did that was magic. The same type of magic you used atop that building."
"So you're a magician?" asked Ace.
"A wizard - to be precise." replied Dumbledore. "Just like you, only with training and experience."
"Where am I?" asked Ace, glancing around.
"London." replied Dumbledore.
"ENGLAND!" shouted Ace.
"Correct." said Dumbledore calmly.
"Seems a little useless to threaten you." said Ace, not caring for the power this man seemed to possess over him at the moment.
"Wise assumption - Ace." chuckled Dumbledore, taking a seat on the bed.
"My real name's Harry - Harry Quinn, but I'm sure you know that." said Harry, aka Ace.
"That is partially correct." said Dumbledore. "Your real name is Harry James Potter. Your aunt, Harley Quinn, gave you her last name - of sorts - after your mother and father died."
"Yeah." snorted Harry. "My aunt Harley told me. They were killed by some maniac from here."
"That is true, Ace - I mean Harry." said Dumbledore. "They died saving you."
"So why bring me here now?" asked Harry. "Going to teach me some magic tricks?"
"Something like that." replied Dumbledore. "You have just celebrated your twelfth birthday and are already a year behind in your learning."
"I have all the learning I need." said Harry darkly. "What is it you would teach me?"
"To be a wizard and follow your parent's footsteps by attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." replied Dumbledore. "My only request would be that you do not converse with your aunt while you are there."
"Does she know where I am?" asked Harry.
"Do you think that Mr J, as you call him, would be happy if she did?" asked Dumbledore.
A sadistic smile curled Harry's lips as he pondered the fact that this so called wizard had reluctant feelings about Mr J knowing where he was. He had no intentions of attending this Hogwarts and yet he wondered if the place had anything that might be of value to Mr J. The thought of allowing the opportunity to pass him by without checking first was too much for him to even dare consider.
"So this - Hogwarts; it's a school of some kind?" asked Harry, curious to find out more.
"Yes." replied Dumbledore. "It was founded over a thousand years ago by the greatest witches and wizards of the day."
Harry saw the pride that this statement brought the old man and realized that he must be very highly involved in this school. He didn't even question the existence of magic, like others might in his stead. He knew that the things he did weren't normal and after a nasty run in with a beautiful woman named Zatana, he knew that magic was very real.
"So, are you some sort of professor at this school?" asked Harry, knowing the answer.
"Yes Harry, I am." replied Dumbledore. "My official duty for a while now has been Headmaster."
The head man himself had come to deal with him. This made Harry even more curious than before about his parents past and this school they had attended. 'Was there something very important about him attending this school or was the Headmaster here to evaluate the dangers of allowing him in', pondered Harry. He decided to find out.
"Uh, Professor," began Harry, attempting to sound respectful "I don't suppose that you take the time from your busy schedule to meet with every student, so why me?"
"I'm sure as you well know, Harry, your situation is unique." replied Dumbledore, a slight smile curling his face. "You can imagine that we do not send groups of trained wizards to bring every student here. Besides, I know about your past and current life so let's not play games. It will speed along the process."
"Fair enough." replied Harry. "So why am I so important? I was happy right where I was so why not just leave me be? "
"Were you happy, Harry?" asked Dumbledore softly. "I know that Harley was loving to you but what about Mr J?"
"Mr J taught me what I needed to know to survive." snapped Harry. "He cares for me but I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand."
"What did he teach you besides a hundred ways to carve up a man?" asked Dumbledore.
"We're both freaks, him and I." spat Harry. "The world doesn't accept people like us. They just want to pretend that we never existed and throw us away into forgotten places. My aunt realized that years before I ever came to live with them. She helped Mr J escape those that would have people like us put away for the sake of feeling normal." A smile curved his lips. "They cannot pretend that all is well as long as we're around."
"In time, you may see things differently." said Dumbledore gently. "I can introduce you to a world that will accept you for who you really are. Our world is kept secret from the world you have lived in. In our world, magic is common, and you are famous."
"Famous?" asked Harry, looking hard at Dumbledore. "What have I ever done to be famous?"
"You survived." replied Dumbledore simply. "You survived the darkest of magic and was left with just that scar on your forehead."
"So... it is a sign of power." said Harry and Dumbledore looked at him strangely. "Mr J has always called it my 'sign of power'."
"That scar marks the end of some very dark times in our world," said Dumbledore solemnly "but it also marks the tragic death of two very wonderful people that made the ultimate sacrifice. They sacrificed their lives so that you might live."
"So this maniac that tried to kill me... did he die?" asked Harry.
"Alas, no." replied Dumbledore. "He lost all his power, but he did not die. No one knows where he is now, but I'm sure that he is still out there waiting for his chance to regain his powers. When he does, I'm afraid, he will seek to finish what he started."
"I presume that you are a very powerful wizard yourself if you are the head of this Hogwarts." stated Harry.
"You are correct, Harry." said Dumbledore modestly.
"Then I should also presume that you can protect me while I learn the ways of a wizard." said Harry.
"That is also correct." said Dumbledore. "You need not fear Lord Voldemort while you are in my care. So, should I presume that you are going to attend Hogwarts this year? We cannot force you to attend. You can return to your aunt's care if you wish."
For the first time since he had met this man, Harry did not believe him. He could never imagine Mr J divulging information to someone then just letting them walk away. No - he knew that he was trapped and failure to comply could result in some nasty consequences. Besides, Mr J had taught him not to attempt to escape, but rather escape would come to him; he just had to be patient. In the mean time, it would provide him a grand opportunity to case this 'Hogwarts'.
"So, is that your bird?" asked Harry, attempting to divert the subject.
"Yes." replied Dumbledore. "His name is Fawkes and he is a phoenix. They are very rare and have many special gifts. They are very loyal, live for hundreds of years, can lift immensely heavy loads, and their tears have healing powers." Dumbledore turned a heated gaze to Harry and stared over his half moon spectacles. "Now, will you attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year?"
"Why not." replied Harry. "Sounds like a real blast and maybe one day I can repay old grizzly for the headache."
"Old grizzly," chuckled Dumbledore "is Alastor Moody; a very accomplished and skilled Auror, or dark wizard hunter."
Harry smiled sadistically at this. Not only had the head man greeted him, but they had sent the best to capture him. The idea that he made them nervous delighted him. 'What kind of powder puff world was he about to enter', mused Harry.
"So, when does school begin and how do I get there?" asked Harry.
"Start of term is in two weeks." replied Dumbledore. "I will accompany you to collect your supplies and you can stay in the Leaky Cauldron until it's time to go to Hogwarts. I will arrange for Professor Flitwick to come and tutor you so that you won't be quite so far behind your peers. You will take the Hogwarts Express on September 1st to the school along with the rest of the students. I will escort you to the train that morning."
"Didn't understand much of what you just said, but I haven't got any money for supplies." said Harry. "Your gang didn't offer me the option to pack."
"Your parents left you plenty of money, Harry." said Dumbledore. "First, we will visit Gringotts, the wizard bank, before we collect your supplies. I dare say that Diagon Alley is open for business by now."
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was morning. It must have taken them a long time to get here or he must have been out for a while. Even though all of his faculties hadn't returned to him just yet, the idea of casing out a bank made him eager to get going.
"So, when do we get started?" asked Harry casually.
"No time like the present, Harry." replied Dumbledore. "That is, if you feel up to it."
"I can walk." said Harry, standing to his feet.
"That won't be necessary." said Dumbledore, who grasped Harry by the arm before twisting on the spot.