His Own League Chapter 2

His third year of Hogwarts could’ve been summed up by the student body’s enthusiasm to visit Hogsmeade on weekends, contrasted by the dreary presence of the dementors guarding the school.

Harry’s disappearance halfway through the summer had not gone unnoticed, as after the disastrous train ride onboards the Hogwarts express - which was waylaid by dementors - he was soon called up to the Headmaster’s office. Dumbledore was in the worst mood Harry had ever seen, and it wasn’t just the dementors attacking the train which seemed to be the cause of it.

He questioned Harry rigorously about his whereabouts over the summer, seemingly never having conceived of the idea that he would run away from the ‘safety’ of his relatives. More than that, it seemed that Dumbledore truly had no clue where Harry had gone, and was of the assumption that he had been kidnapped before he eventually showed up on the train. And he could hardly blame the Headmaster for thinking such, with Sirius Black on the run and all.

And that was another subject that Harry had been unfortunately ignorant about, being that Voldemort’s right hand man had somehow escaped Azkaban. It had been the cause of mass hysteria in Wizarding Britain for the past few months, and the only reason he didn’t hear anything was because he was out of the country.

Then came the awkward explanation that he had been in America this whole time, hiding out on a farm in the middle of Kansas. For once, it was like the tables had turned and Harry was the one leaving the Headmaster dumbfounded. The man had never predicted that he would be as far away as America of all places, and only asked a few minor questions before allowing him to leave.

It seemed that his life never got any less stranger. He had thought that things would get quiet after the ordeal with dementors and Dumbledore, but he couldn’t be more wrong. What came next was even more unexpected, a part of his third year that Harry had never foreseen. Taking girls to Hogsmeade.

Dean stretched in his seat across from him as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall. “Any of you lot actually planning to ask someone to Hogsmeade?”

Neville’s ears went pink almost instantly. “I-I might ask Hannah…”

“That’s the spirit!” Seamus said encouragingly. “See, Harry? Neville’s got the right idea. You don’t get anywhere if you don’t try.”

All eyes turned to him, as he shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t help but imagine Kara’s wrath if she found out he was going out with some other girl. Those laser eyes would definitely hurt. “I’m… not really thinking about it.”

Ron snorted. “Course you’re not, and I’m with you. Girls are way too much effort!”

“Speak for yourself.” Dean shrugged. “Some of us like the effort.”

Seamus grinned, leaning forward conspiratorially. “Right then, who would you ask, if you had the choice?”

Dean thought it over. “Ginny’s got friends, doesn’t she? That one with the blonde hair—”

“That’s not asking someone out.” Ron interrupted. “That’s taking advantage of second years. They can’t even go to Hogsmeade anyways!”

They laughed as Dean sulked, before their gazes slid to Ron.

“Oh no.” Ron said immediately. “Don’t you lot start.”

“Oh, I’m starting.” Seamus said with glee. “You’ve been avoiding the question. Go on, then. Who would you ask? Hermione, I reckon.”

His best mate gained a congested look on his face. “Hermione? Are you mad?!”

“Why not Lavender?” Dean butted in.

“I think I’d have better luck with a Slytherin than her.” The redhead muttered in response.

“That’s a bit harsh, Ron.” Harry patted his shoulder. “I’m sure she would give you a chance if you ask her. And if she says no, then you can ask some of the Slytherin girls.”

“Easy for you to say.” Dean said with a grin. “At least you speak snake. And I’m sure even Slytherin girls would consider going out with the Boy-who-lived. You know, being ambitious and all that.”

He imagined the likes of Daphne Greengrass or Pansy Parkinson on his arm, whatever beauty they had ruined by the sneering expressions they so often wore. It would be a chore to keep up with them, no fun and all seriousness, with everything being about impressing others and social standing. Why would he even bother? Especially when-

“I already have a girlfriend.” The word’s escaped his mouth before he could stop them, and he instantly regretted it. The other boys’ gazes snapped to him, greedy expressions appearing on their features.

“So, Harry,” Seamus began, a smirk on his face. “What can you tell us about your girlfriend, eh mate?”

Harry groaned, knowing that he would never live this down. He had dug his own grave with those words, and if he was lucky, the entire school would know by the end of the week - if not by the end of the day. “Before you ask, no, she doesn’t go to Hogwarts.”

That was probably the only good piece of news, in that whatever girl he was dating wouldn’t be harassed by his rabid fan club of admirers. The downside, however, was that his classmates would never stop until they got more information.

It took the group of boys a couple seconds to comprehend what he said. Surprisingly, Ron was the first to figure it out, a strange expression appearing on his face.

“So… a muggle?” Ron asked.

“Err… Something like that.” Harry replied dumbly. He honestly hadn’t thought about how to explain his relationship with Kara to people. He couldn’t exactly say that Supergirl was his girlfriend, and that he lived with her over the summer.

For some reason, his answer seemed to greatly please his roommates.

Neville smiled, “That’s great, Harry.”

Seamus laughed, “Ha! Yeah right! You’re definitely having us on!”

His face reddened, “No, I’m not!”

Dean also snickered, “Yeah, I’m with Seamus on this one.”

Harry didn’t know how it started, but suddenly over the next few days the topic of “Harry Potter’s girlfriend outside of Hogwarts” suddenly became a big deal. Constant whispers in the halls, girls huddled in groups sending him skeptical glances, and the Weasley twins openly congratulating him in the Great Hall all seemed to be the new norm.

For some reason his love life soon started to become a running joke around school, just like Sally-Anne Perks falling off the moving stair before disappearing. Constant mentions of “Harry Potter’s girlfriend” seemed to appear in conversations all over the place, notably when he was in hearing range of them.

And right when he thought it was going to die down and go away, Hedwig arrived in the Great Hall with a bold pink letter clasped in her talons. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed this, as the Snowy Owl seemed to get the attention of half of the Great Hall. She was already a noticeable owl, and the rarity of Harry Potter’s distinguishable owl delivering a feminine pink letter of all things caused some murmurs.

Hedwig dropped the letter off and began devouring his morning bacon, completely ignoring the chaos she had caused. The letter was obviously written by Kara, his name on the letter was written with girly flowing script, and for some reason she had kissed the letter with red lipstick.

Someone whistled nearby, and he realized it was one of the Weasley twins. “Well, well, it seems that Harry’s girlfriend sent him a letter.”

Harry blushed as the boys around him erupted in laughter, and realized most of his classmates were staring at this point. Even the professors were, with Dumbledore’s eyes twinkling madly from his spot at the head table.

Ron’s face scrunched up, looking jealous and confused. “I thought your girlfriend was a muggle?”

“She’s not.” He answered, knowing just that small amount of information would add fuel to the fire that was the Hogwarts Rumor Mill. No doubt magical schools across the globe would soon be searched by Harry Potter admirers looking for his girlfriend.

As if choosing the moment he was distracted, Kara’s letter was suddenly ripped out of his hands. A familiar bothersome drawl made itself known then. “What’s this, Pottah?”

Malfoy had appeared with his goons at the exact wrong moment, Kara’s letter sitting tauntingly in his hands. He smirked at him, daring Harry to just try and get it back.

“Give it back, Malfoy.” He said calmly.

“No, I don’t think I will.” Draco smirked as he pointed his wand at Kara’s letter in preparation to defile it.

Harry didn’t bother speaking, instead instantly grabbing hold of his wand and firing a nonverbal disarming charm at the blond without a moments hesitation.

The spell careened across the hall and slammed into him, and Harry realized in that moment that he had accidentally overpowered it. The spell sent Malfoy flying, soaring across the hall while Kara’s letter and his wand landed conveniently in his lap.

Meanwhile, Malfoy slammed into the massive wooden doors that led into the Great Hall, coincidentally doing so right as Professor Snape entered. It was like they were all watching the disaster play out in slow motion then, as Malfoy literally hit and bounced off one of the open wooden doors, causing it to slam into Snape. It ended with the expected result, with both falling to the ground and likely unconscious.

Dead silence filled the entire hall, before the room suddenly erupted in noise. The Gryffindor table roared with cheers and laughter, with Fred and George being the loudest. The other tables were hardly any different, and even some of the Slytherins laughed at Malfoy and Snape’s misfortune.

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Thunder and wind nearly drowned out the cheers from the crowd on the Quidditch pitch, his body soaking wet as his hands struggled to get a good grip on his broom. The only good thing was that Hermione had helped charm his glasses to be resistant to the rain, but he had still been late to find the snitch.

He followed the tiny flash of gold, not far behind Cedric Diggory, as they both went higher and higher into the clouds. Wind howled against his ears as he went high enough that the noise from the crowd disappeared entirely, pressing his body tighter to the broom to get more speed.

“Come on!” He growled at his Nimbus as the rain whipped his face. “Faster!”

He could hear the wind and the rain, but suddenly there was another sensation. A feeling of… Cold.

He didn’t know what was happening, and it was only when he happened to look down that he saw it. At least a hundred dementors, their hidden faces looking at him from all sides, making him feel like his heart had been dumped in ice water.

And then he heard it again, that same noise from the train. Someone - a woman - was screaming inside his head.

“Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”

“Stand aside, you silly girl. Stand aside, now.”

“Not Harry! Please no! Take me, kill me instead—”

His body from the tips of his fingers to his brain felt numb, useless to do anything. No longer could he grasp his broom, or save the woman screaming. Instead he was falling, hearing the woman screaming as a shrill voice laughed.

He felt his eyesight fade, vision blurring as his body became weightless. And that was when he saw a blurry flash of blue and yellow as arms wrapped around him. He left the coldness behind, the dark shapes that had to be dementors disappearing.

It felt like he was waking up from sickness then, his body gradually recovering as his vision cleared and feeling returned to his limbs. A strangely familiar feminine voice made itself known then.

“You know, now that I watched you play, I don’t think I like Quidditch.”

He blinked, his vision still blurry but good enough that he could see her red and blue outfit that went with the long blonde hair he loved so much. “K-Kara?”

They were underneath a tree at the edge of the forbidden forest, the Quidditch stadium sitting far in the distance. It was still raining, but the dense tree canopy overhead protected them from the worst of it, making the place Kara had brought him strangely intimate.

“W-What are you doing here?” He managed to get out, still somewhat shaken.

“I was in Europe on some League business, and decided to stop by.” She answered, sitting next to him on the ground. “I watched your game for a bit from a distance, but when you fell off your broom I decided to intervene. Luckily, you were a couple hundred feet in the air, and the clouds and rain made sure no one noticed me. Those dark things, however, were they…”

“Dementors.” He answered, and she nodded. His letters to her had mentioned Azkaban’s wardens several times, and it wasn’t hard to misidentify the dark cloaked creatures. “Thanks for the save. For a moment, I thought…”

He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence out loud. He had been scarily close to having his soul sucked out, or even falling to his death. That wasn’t to mention whoever it was that kept calling for his help. In his mind, he could still hear the woman’s screams, and he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“Oh, Harry…” They were both wet, but that didn’t stop Kara from leaning forwards and snogging him silly. He fell into it, their limbs pressing against each other, and suddenly it felt like everything was right in the world.

Numbness from the dementors bled away, replaced by lust and the sensation of blood rushing down to his cock. He couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing her superhero outfit, a tight blue spandex top with the branded ‘S’ and red skirt that led down to tall boots. She was soaked just like him, her blonde hair wet, and Harry couldn’t help but note how sexy she was in that moment.

When their messy makeout session ended, the two of them were left blushing and giggling in each other’s arms. It was almost like they were out on a picnic, albeit a cold and wet one, enjoying the view out over the Hogwarts grounds and towards the looming castle in the distance.

“So this is Hogwarts.” Kara eyed the castle with interest. “Krypton never had anything like this, nor does the states.”

“Brilliant, isn’t it?”

“I can certainly see why you like it so much.”

They talked and got caught up on each other’s lives for what felt like hours, yet even that felt too short. Especially when so many of their conversations devolved into juvenile kissing or feeling each other up.

Luckily, his Nimbus Two Thousand had been snatched by Kara in the chaos, and so he didn’t have to worry about losing his broom or even buying a new one. Yet Supergirl wasn’t content with leaving empty handed, stealing his Quidditch jersey before putting it on over her blue top.

The move left him speechless, staring at the matching red top and skirt, with the name ‘POTTER’ written in bold. She giggled mischievously, and he felt simultaneously outraged and turned on that such a beautiful girl would wear a shirt with his name on it. She’s mine.

She soon left, leaving Harry with some very happy memories in the slump that was his third year of Hogwarts. He practically skipped back to the castle with a smile on his face, only to run into a search party of his friends who were looking for him.

“Just where have you been, mate?” Ron asked, before his eyes narrowed. “And what happened to your jersey?”

Harry made up a story about how he ran from the dementors and got lost in the storm. He claimed to have landed in the Forbidden Forest, losing his jersey in the process of walking back to Hogwarts. It turned out that his disappearance had caused quite an uproar, and that most thought he had been kissed and left for dead.

Later that year, when he finally figured out the Patronus Charm, his time with Kara that day would be essential to mastering the spell.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18

A/N:

Realized that the first two chapters of this story are sort-of prologues

Smut to come next chapter