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Secunda Fortuna

By: Angelwarrior1

Rating: M

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or Harry Potter. I also make no profit from writing this.

Summary: He had survived the final battle, but he carried something with him. Fearing the reaction the wizarding world would have, Harry Potter left and traveled to Gotham City…

Beta: blackkat

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Chapter 3:

His name was David Forrestor, though most people didn't bother to stop and notice him. There were many others like him hanging around this part of the city. All of them spent their nights in the few places that would let them stay. When it was too crowded he would see the ones left out sleeping on benches and in alleys.

It was a miserable existence for the homeless of Gotham, and the Hill was just like any other poverty stricken neighborhood in the city. It carried the feeling of there simply being no hope, for anyone.

Rachel's words from years past entered his mind.

"People speak about the Great Depression as if it were over, but it isn't. It's worse than ever here."

Being here, seeing the run down stores with bars on their windows and doors...

He shook his head. He couldn't afford to think like Batman or Bruce Wayne right now. It was too dangerous to be noticed in this neighborhood.

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Harry rubbed his sore back subtly as his walked home. Being five months pregnant and having a job that required him to stand for a good portion of it really sucked. Ever since the terrifying night in the alley he'd made sure to return home straight away. He bought anything he needed during the daylight hours- this being the reason Harry had several plastic bags on his arms as he rubbed his aching lower back.

His employer and the man's daughter gave him sympathetic looks, but never mentioned reducing his hours. It would simply cut Harry's pay, which he couldn't afford. It would look weird if he started working less hours but didn't seem to be struggling financially. He certainly didn't expect the man to give him less hours without reducing his wage. Everyone was struggling in the bad parts of Gotham, which seemed to outnumber the good ones.

A cry across the street caught his attention and he looked to see a mother with several children scolding one who was trying to run out on the road. Turning back to watch his step, he only saw the brown of a coat before bumping into another body and losing his grip on a few of his bags. He cried out as his balance was lost as well, and hugged his stomach to protect it from the impending fall-

He never hit the ground. Strong arms had wrapped around his shoulders and upper back, holding him up. Raising what he knew to be stunned green eyes, he stared straight up into equally surprised sharp blue eyes.

Only the sound of a rolling can, plunking off the sidewalk and onto the road snapped Harry out of the eye lock he was in. He reached out to retrieve the can before it could roll too far into the street.

"Terribly sorry about that." Harry bent with a hand on his stomach in preparation to pick up the can.

The man before him beat him to it.

"Let me help 'ya with that." A husky southern voice that sounded as if it hadn't seen much use spoke.

Harry watched as the man pick up the rest of his fallen groceries. He held out his arms expectantly to receive them once more. The man didn't give them back.

"Uh, thank you. I'll just be on my way then."

"I'll carry them back ta your place."

"That really isn't necessary-" Harry began, only to stop when the weight of one bag lessened quite rapidly.

He looked down to find the rest of his cans and such on the sidewalk once more. Catching the amusement in those sharp blue eyes, Harry was barely able to stifle a growl. He instead settled for grinding his teeth in silent anger.

"It's no problem." The man bent once again to gather all of Harry's lost purchases.

Harry stared at the man to see if he could figure out his motives. This was the first time he'd seen anyone being so kind to a perfect stranger in this neighborhood. He'd seen mothers struggling with their children and bags of food of their own with no one even glancing their way.

He himself had gotten quite lucky with his employer taking a risk on him. After all, with him being pregnant there was no guarantee he'd be working there very long. Maybe the man wanted to rob Harry once he made it to his place? Or maybe he really did just want to help out what appeared to be a stressed young mother-to-be?

'Yeah, like that's bloody likely.' Harry gave an internal snort.

He'd just keep an eye on the man. If he looked like he was going to try something this man would earn a can of baby carrots smashing into his skull as payment for his 'kindness'.

Harry started off, listening for the man behind him to see if he really would follow. His ears picked up the rustling of plastic and some shifting to settle the bags more securely, then footsteps hurrying to catch up.

Silence drifted between the two strangers as Harry led the man to his apartment building. The silence wasn't comfortable in the least. Harry could feel the burning of intense eyes boring into the side of his skull.

Harry felt his body getting ready to go into fight or flight mode the closer they came to his apartment. It was the same feeling he'd had many times in the past when he was fighting for his life against Voldemort and his followers. Usually fight or flight mode had come on quickly as the danger sprung up out of seemingly nowhere, so he'd never had to feel his body building up this overwhelming anxiety. It was like he was walking a precipice, never tipping one way or the other. The waiting was agony.

Then the time for waiting ceased. They had arrived.

"Well, this is it." Harry eyed his groceries in the man's arms and gestured that he would take it from here.

The man looked hesitant to give them to Harry and looked at the many stairs that led up to different floors.

'Forget the can of baby carrots, that jar of spaghetti sauce will do much better.' Harry plotted in his head the best way to get his hands on that jar.

He would at least have something solid to smash against this creep's skull. The fraying of Harry's nerves soothed when his groceries were finally handed back to him.

"Thanks." Harry mumbled.

"No problem. My name's David, by the way. David Forrestor." David didn't bother trying to shake Harry's hand, seeing that Harry's arms were full.

"Harleen Riddle." Harry wanted desperately to head to his apartment at this point.

"See 'ya 'round Ms. Riddle."

"Right. Er, thanks again, Mr. Forrestor." Harry turned and began up the stairs, inwardly cursing the long skirt he'd chosen to wear that day.

If only he could wear pants without there being a noticeable bulge in his crotch region. He mused on the pros and cons of "tucking", but gave it up pretty quickly. He was willing to go to great lengths for his child, but that was just too creepy even for him.

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He turned his head to the right. Then slowly to the left. His eyes never left his reflection. It was odd, but after staring at his face for the last fifteen minutes he could only conclude his face had changed on him. To be more precise, it was just his jaw line that had changed subtly on him. He hadn't even noticed until he was putting his lipstick on in the full length mirror that morning. He hadn't had time to really look at himself then, as he was running late for work. Once he returned, however, he went straight to the mirror in his bedroom and began a staring contest with his reflection.

For close to fifteen minutes, he stood there, eyes pouring over every detail of his face to find what was different. At the end of those long minutes, he finally pinpointed what was off. His jaw line looked like it had rounded a bit. During the last few years of Hogwarts he had been proud to notice his jaw squaring rather nicely, finally giving him the look of a young man. He was, of course, sad to see that nice development to his face gone. The softening to the jaw line made his face more androgynous.

He stripped down and looked over the rest of his body with a critical eye. Overall, his frame still looked the same. Petite, lithe. His shoulders were still narrow, his arms still skinny with light muscles from years of hard labor at the Dursley's and later from Quidditch and training to improve his fighting techniques. Luckily, there weren't any changes to his chest, so he skipped over that area and past his round stomach to his hips. Had they... flared out?! His hips had widened! He turned and looked at his rear to make sure that hadn't enlarged as well. Nope, same small, round ass cheeks. He sighed in relief.

Looking at his wider hips, Harry mused that it wasn't too bad. After all, the baby needed room to come out and his hips had been very narrow before they'd changed. The only reason Harry could think of for his face changing would be due to Harry's unconscious desire to stay hidden as long as possible. His magic was changing his body for him to help him blend in better. The more he looked like a female, the less anyone would notice anything strange about him. They wouldn't realize how much of a freak he was. And, Merlin, there was that word again. Freak. It described him so well with so many areas of his life.

Tears leaked out of his very green eyes. Great, now he was depressed.

"Bloody tear making hormones." Harry muttered as he redressed in a comfortable t-shirt and loose pants, and then went over to the freezer to pull out some ice cream.

His last doctor had wanted him to gain some weight anyhow.

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Harry didn't know if it was merely coincidence or if he had a stalker, but when he went down the stairs to walk to work David Forrestor was there. In fact, he was sleeping on a bench that was in front of the old building. At least it looked like he was asleep. Harry didn't want to encourage the man by acknowledging him if he was indeed following him.

He walked by the bench and continued on his way silently, but it seemed the man was a light sleeper.

"Ms. Riddle, nice ta see 'ya again." That same harsh voice sounded behind Harry.

He wondered if the man was a smoker.

Harry tried not to tense up too much and turned around to give the man the best smile he could. He could feel the tension in his expression.

"Mr. Forrestor. Fancy seeing you here."

"The bench was too good a spot ta pass up. Don't usually find a good place ta sleep 'round here." The man shrugged, in his ratty looking coat, as he stood and walked towards Harry.

Harry noticed the southern accent grew heavier, every once and a while, in the man's voice.

"Oh, uh... That's too bad. Um, well... I must be going now. Work." Harry stuttered out nervously.

"I'll walk with 'ya." David's voice drawled.

The man's eyes were so blue and intense.

"That's really not necessary." Alarm bells were going off in Harry's mind.

"S'no big deal. Gotta head ta the soup kitchen anyways." The man gave another shrug.

While Harry was still wary, he didn't want to seem too suspicious of David, lest he tip him off. Harry forced his stance to relax, donning the role of a clueless young woman, rather than a war hardened young man.

"I suppose it's no trouble then. " Harry turned and began his usual way to the bookstore.

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Sharp blue eyes took in his surroundings as he walked slightly behind the young woman. When he'd bumped into her, he'd noticed that she looked familiar. It didn't take long to flash back to the young pregnant woman Batman had rescued in the alley. She had groceries with her then, too.

He took in the much smaller figure, a few steps ahead to his left. She had long black hair. It was currently up in a messy bun, wavy tendrils hanging down over the knot of hair tied on her head. Her long black skirt moved gracefully with her steps and the end of it stopped just above her slim and narrow feet, covered in plain black flats. They weren't small feet, but they weren't large, either. Average. Her height was slightly above average. He approximated that she stood at 5' 7". Her frame was lithe, except for her stomach, which was covered by a long emerald tunic. She was dressed simply, yet she still looked lovely. In fact, she looked far too nice to live where she did.

Seeing her like this, he couldn't say he was surprised that she was attacked. Batman saved pretty women all the time and this one was certainly good looking.

Snapping out of his thoughts on the female in front of him he found himself so fascinated with, he started checking his surroundings. As David Forrestor, a homeless man, he wasn't noticed very much. This in turn gave him the opportunity to pay attention to everyone else. Looking around now, he saw a couple of shady men hanging in an alley. It looked like a drug deal was going down. Nothing unusual. Batman had come across plenty of those. No, he was looking for the big stuff. Potential plans in the making that some people weren't scared to mutter about around those with no influence like David Forrestor.

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Eventually they reached the bookstore and Harry turned to bid David goodbye.

"Thank you for walking with me."

"It wasn't any trouble. I'll see 'ya 'round." David turned, scratching at his scruffy beard, and walked off with his hand shoved into his ratty coat pockets.

Harry winced at the sound of the course hair being scratched. The man certainly could use a good grooming. His hair was long and shaggy, knotted in some places. The beard was unkempt and knotted as well. Luckily there wasn't any food in it, or not from what he could see, anyhow. The clothes David wore fit him, at least, but were very ragged at this point. He was very tall with wide shoulders, though, if Harry wanted to point out his positive traits. He also had gorgeous blue eyes and a nice, straight, patrician nose. He wondered what the man would look like properly cleaned and trimmed.

Harry shook his head and walked into the store to start his shift.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Harry bumped into David every so often. If it happened to be one of Harry's grocery days, David would gallantly help out. However, Harry had always taken the bags up to his apartment, until one day, he decided to invite the man in.

He hadn't planned on it, as David just showed at the most random times. Even so, Harry felt that it was a good choice. A spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.

"Have you eaten today?" Harry asked in concern.

He knew that the man visited the soup kitchen everyday for food. From what he understood, they didn't always have enough supplies to last until the cut-off time.

The man shook his head in the negative.

"Would you like to come up then? If you don't mind waiting, I can make enough dinner for two." Harry nervously shifted the bags he'd taken back from David.

"Well, then you'd best give me back those bags, then." David's stance was relaxed, his hands in his pockets.

It was how Harry usually saw the man.

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Cause if we're both going upstairs it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to let a pretty lady such a yourself carry all them bags up there." David gave a jesting smile as his accent went more southern than Harry'd ever heard from the man.

"Why, good Sir, are you trying to get the cookies I bought to go with dinner with all that flattery?" Harry laughed at the silliness between them.

"Well, they are chocolate chip."

"Alright then, fine. Here's your bags for earning cookies." Harry chuckled out as he handed over the plastic bags.

"Thank 'ya kindly Ms. Riddle." Harry just grinned in amusement at the man and began trudging up the stairs.

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Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't this. Harleen Riddle had been very edgy during the first few meetings she'd had with David Forrestor. Rightly so, too, as he still remembered the terrified look on the woman's face during her attack. So he was very surprised when she extended an invitation to come into her apartment.

Upon first walking into the small apartment, he noticed how nicely it was furnished. It had an elegant dark wooden set of furniture in the living room and a matching small square table set in the kitchen. He was sure the bedroom had the same themed set as well.

The place was clean and had a pleasant smell to it. Overall, he had to give the woman credit for giving such a run-down living area an inviting aura.

"Just set those down on the table there." Harleen pointed to the table in the kitchen as she entered her bedroom.

He heard the click of her door closing. Occupying himself with emptying the bags, he finished up his perusal of the two small rooms.

When he heard the door opening again, he turned and saw Harleen walking out in a very large t-shirt and loose pants. She padded in on bare feet as she tied her hair up in another of her messy buns. He found that he was rather fond of that messy hair of hers.

"Sorry, I never cook in my good work clothes."

He smiled at her as she began pulling out pans to make their dinner with.

"Whatever you're comfortable in. Need any help?"

"Sure. You can cut the carrots." She handed him a cutting board with a knife laying on it.

The preparations were light hearted as they teased each over how they chopped their food.

"You wouldn't happen to be an expert chef on the run or something, would you? Look at how thin those carrot slices are."

"Just because you lack the culinary finesse I've been gifted with, doesn't mean 'ya have ta try findin' somethin' wrong with mine."

Harleen retaliated to this by throwing a piece of onion his way.

He caught it, ate it, and chuckled as Harleen stuck her tongue out at him.

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The dinner came out wonderfully and Harry found himself blushing as David praised him on his cooking skills, all but attacking his food. Harry couldn't say he minded, as the poor man hadn't eaten all day. In fact, he felt very content in that moment.

He could feel the tiny spark of magic in the Muggle sitting across from him now that he'd spent enough time around him. It was a fact that purebloods loved to ignore, but Muggles did in fact have a tiny spark of magic in them. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to extend their life spans and keep them immune to most of the diseases they could succumb to, like their Squib and wizard and witch counterparts. Many purebloods claimed it was all rubbish and that Muggles had no magic in them whatsoever, but Harry knew that to be false.

Harry had the rare ability to sense magic in anything. If there was magic, then he could feel it- so he knew that Muggles did have that tiny bit. When he spent enough time around one he could eventually feel it. With witches and wizards it was instant, much like a slap to the face, depending on how strong their magic was. Squibs were subtler, but it still felt like a limp wristed hit at him. Muggles just tickled a bit when he did finally feel the magic from one.

He'd felt the tickle from David Forrestor a couple of walks back. He remembered stopping to take his bags from David when he felt the tickle that left that giddy feeling in him. Harry knew then that he was safe with the man, for there was no maliciousness there. In fact, quite the opposite. He'd felt protection, bravery, ambition, passion, intelligence, power, possessiveness, and a darker kind of love that only a lucky few would ever get to experience with this man. There was, of course much, more to feel from a person, but there was just so much that went into making an individual who they were that Harry could spend months feeling out David's magical aura.

In the end, Harry knew all he needed to. David Forrestor could be trusted with his and baby Tom's safety. He was still wary, though, as one thing he had felt very strongly was secrets. Many secrets, meaning whomever this man really was, Harry would have to be careful not to get too mixed up in his affairs.

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With the first invitation given, David often found himself calling on Harleen whenever he was in the area. The woman always welcomed him warmly, though sometimes she looked very tired. During those days he would direct her to the very comfortable couch she had and made her a "cuppa", as she called it, though she complained that American tea tasted like "shite".

He just gave amused smiles when she slipped the stronger British words and phrases into their conversations. Sometimes during those visits, she would fall asleep on him at some point. He didn't mind this though, and arranged her comfortably on her couch, which was longer than she was tall. He would cover her with the throw that resided on the back of the couch, then turn out all of the lights before locking the door on his way out. Harleen never mentioned what he did, just smiled at him with that same warm smile and welcomed him in to start all over again.

On her good days when she wasn't tired, she fed him. He found this amusing as she reminded him of another person he knew that fed him very well. Harleen's cooking was truly wonderful, and after one of her meals, he found himself working that little bit harder at night to bash his knuckles into the stomachs and faces of any criminals that were unfortunate enough to be caught by Batman.

He also found himself smiling easily around this woman, who was so kind to a man she barely knew. He hadn't told her a thing about himself and she didn't ask anything about him either. Their conversations flowed smoothly, and sometimes they barely said anything at all verbally, communicating almost completely through other means.

No one noticed David Forrestor like Harleen Riddle did, and while he knew he should be spending more time out on the streets looking out for potential crimes in the making, he couldn't. He needed this too much. A reminder of what he should be fighting for. People like Harleen were whom the Batman fought for. Beautiful people like her. He knew it was more than that though. It was selfish reasons too. He kept coming back to see this woman as a false man, a fake. Would she be this sweet to him if she knew who he really was? He'd like to think so. Liked to think that she would smile that sweetly at Bruce Wayne and Batman, but he'd never know, because she could never know.

So in the end, he continued the cycle, over and over, of visiting the marvelous woman whenever he could. There was just something about her that drew him in. A feeling that she was something more. There was mystery to her, as he'd noticed that while he never asked about her, she also never volunteered information either.

There were a few odd things about the woman, in fact. She always had a choker on when he saw her. Surely she didn't wear one 24-7? There must have been a time when she took it off, but if there was, then he'd never seen her during that time.

Sometimes she swore with the word "Merlin". He never said anything about it, pretended he didn't hear, but he did. He didn't know what to think about it, though.

She didn't have a television set. It wasn't not terribly odd, considering the neighborhood she lived in, but given the quality of her furniture, he believed she could afford it.

She sometimes got a confused look on her face when he talked about newer technology. She knew about older, less recent ones from the last seven years or so, but anything recent she didn't seem to know about. It was almost like she had been away, and had just gotten back to the modern world. Perhaps she'd been visiting a foreign country that hadn't caught up yet? Or maybe had even been on an expedition exploring the jungles and forests of the world. It would explain the lack of knowledge, and she certainly seemed well educated.

Which brought him to his next observation. She was well educated. Speaking with her at length, he realized this was no fool he was with. She was well mannered, she was well spoken, and there were numerous subjects she could converse on at length, he suspected, if he gave her the chance. Her possessions were nice. None of the items she owned looked second hand or shabby. The only thing shabby was the apartment itself.

In short, things didn't add up. Harleen Riddle was too well off and educated to be here due to not having enough funds or enough education for a well paying job. It had to be something else. He wondered if she was running from someone. He needed to know more. Maybe it was time Batman looked into this young woman.

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He'd just gotten off from work and decided to get some groceries. The soup kitchen was nearby and Harry noticed a rather large crowd of people hanging about its entrance- people who definitely weren't homeless. He approached to find out what was going on.

He heard general talking from the crowd. The name Bruce Wayne kept buzzing about, though it didn't mean a thing to Harry, as he had no clue who that was. He didn't bother trying to get through the tightly packed group of people, just waited patiently. Harry only wanted to go in because of one person. David. Harry could feel him inside the soup kitchen.

After waiting for a while, someone started shooing the gathering of people away. Harry backed up even more and gave everyone lots of room. His hands guarded his stomach zealously. Eventually, the crowd cleared, and Harry could see inside the tiny building. His brows furrowed, as he didn't see David anywhere. He could still feel his spark, though. Harry walked in slowly and followed the feeling. None of the poorly dressed men around the tables gave off the feeling. The only one it could be was...

The very well dressed man turning his way.

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