DC Superheroes + Harry Potte: A Wooden Shaft changes everything

Plot: Have you ever woke up in an odd situation? A situation you never thought you would be in? My name was James Hollow and I woke up clutching a length of wood after I drank too much following the news of my family dying. Who knew that a wooden shaft could change everything? SI story idea that got stuck in my head. It will be updated periodically around once a week.

Note: very nice one, you should read it, though the updates may be a bit slow

Waking up with a wooden stick in my hand was a new experience for me, one that changed my entire life.

My hand was clasped around a length of wood that was deceptively strong when I tightened my grip around it. It was smooth and highly polished that my thumb could glide up and down it without difficulty.

Near the base of my hand was a bevelled shape that stopped my hand from moving further. Slightly transfixed by the streams of energy pulsing beneath the plain exterior.

I sat up. My head was pounding with all the fury of an enraged barbarian as I squinted into the fading sunlight.

It shook me I will admit, because I knew that I had passed out after several drinks in my flat. Receiving news that the last of your family died when a drunk driver hit them head on shouldn't push people to similar actions, but I hadn't known what to do.

"If?" I croaked to myself. "If I see news of a drunk man wandering around after this, I may have to shoot the person who writes it." Moving slower I looked around to see my surroundings.

I saw absolutely nothing familiar. There was several trees and fields of grass that I could see but for several miles around my flat was urban area. Not fields or large amounts of vegetation, even parks. Letting out I tired groan I brought up the strange stick to my eyesight.

What I had felt was very accurate. It was a dark length of smooth, straight wood that gleamed slightly in the fading light, almost completely circular apart from the lines that made it slightly squarish. It had an end that was slightly bevelled in an octagonal shape

It was also the wand of Credence Barebone.

At that point in time, I was looking around for the piece of shit that played practical jokes and pranks on a grieving man. After all it couldn't be real, Credence Barebone was a made-up character.

I was very wrong.

Almost as if reacting to my angry thoughts a loud fizzling sounded from the tip and before I could react a burst of lightning shot into a nearby patch of grass, incinerating it. I sat agog at the sight, the burnt smell hanging around me like a cloak.

"Well, I suppose you were insulted by the idea you were fake?" I sort of asked the wooden sti… wand. I knew from reading the Harry Potter books they were semi-sentient, choosing their bearers and refusing to work with unworthy wielders. Similar to Mjolnir in that not anyone could pick them up and expect it to work.

The wand hummed in my hand slightly, warming up and almost arching into my grip like a cat. Far from disturbing it was actually slightly comforting, the reassuring fell of power flowing underneath my fingertips.

"Ok. What was it make the gar nice and long?" I said to myself in the park, aiming the wand at a small stick near my foot. Unless the movies where complete rubbish sufficient power rendered the wand movements moot, just point and blast away.

"Wingardium Leviosa." I intoned in the silent landscape. There was a small pulse that I felt travel down my arm and out of the wand, a nigh invisible bolt of light the wrapped around the small stick and pulled it into mid-air.

Seeing the small floating stick was what broke my world view, anything else could have been hallucinations or something I wasn't able to see. You could create lightning and the wand could have had a heating element in it but, as I waved my hands above the floating stick, normal pieces of wood could not levitate. Not without magic.

Tearing myself away from the childish desire to try every spell I knew from the Harry Potter series I looked around the area again. The fact that I could do magic meant bad things for my surroundings. It was very likely that even if I was still on the same planet I was nowhere near my flat.

It was two minutes after I left my arrival area that I knew I was not in my home universe; I was stood on a small path I had found and around me all I could see was the same greenery. That was in turn surrounded by a city. A city with a large tower where 'Wayne' was emblazoned. Gotham.

I moved on from my shock quickly. Now knowing I was in the 'Crime Capital' meant I needed somewhere to sleep. Somewhere there wasn't any of the superpowered criminals or insane criminals. I didn't know if Joker was currently in Arkham or not and the thought worried me.

Even as I thought about the madman the wand... my wand warmed in my hand again, silently reassuring me. I smiled at that, the fact I could do MAGIC, it blew my mind plus the fact that I now knew there were no Ministries of Magic and therefore probably no Statute of Secrecy.

Even as I smiled at the wand something impacted the side of my head and I flamed into the dirty floor. My face splashed into a puddle that had to be there and dirty water covered my face. Pushing myself up and blinking hurriedly I stared at the thing that hit me.

It was small and covered in golden feathers that flickered with tiny flames, its face had a small golden beak and two amber eyes that gleamed with hidden intelligence. Two larger wings spread out either side of it that crackled slightly with larger flames.

It was evidently a phoenix and it was staring at him.

"Ok, not that it isn't really cool to see something like you can I ask why you knocked me into a puddle?" I asked with thinly veiled annoyance. The phoenix cocked its head before fluttering forward and pointing one wing at the puddle.

Frowning, I stared at the pool of dirty water. It covered a small part of the path and looking at it cemented the fact I didn't want the water on my face. Going to rub my face into my collar I stopped then pointed my wand at my face and gently intoned. "Tergeo."

The water on my face dried up like it was never there and even as I felt the mud solidify, I said another word. "Scourgify." The mud and anything else on my face cleaned up quickly leaving me refreshed but before I could do anything my head was gently cuffed by a warm wing.

Spinning on my heel I turned back to the phoenix I encountered the sight of it pointing its wing back at the puddle with a slightly exasperated expression on its face. How I knew it was exasperated I couldn't tell you, but I followed its direction and stared into the puddle.

And came face to face with an appearance that wasn't mine.

It made sense that I had Credence Barebones wand. It had been given to him by Grindelwald after the mad joined him for the Wizarding war to find out about his past and identity as a Dumbledore. It hadn't been seen in the film long, but I really enjoyed all of the Harry Potter books, movies and side stories so I could recognise it.

My wand had belonged to Credence Barebone and now it still did because I wasn't James Hollow anymore, I was Credence Barebone. The most powerful Obscurial to ever live, brother of Albus Dumbledore someone powerful enough to obliterate a mountainside the first time they ever held a wand. A wand I currently clutched in my own hand.

I turned back to the phoenix that smiled sadly as it launched itself into the air and slammed into my head. The headache I had exploded, and I blacked out under the cataclysmic pain in my brain.

The darkness didn't last long as a scene swirled around me, cage bars and a circus tent where I am staring at a beautiful Asian woman dressed in blue robes that covered her form, before I could mutter a word, I was whisked off to stand face to face with Auror Graves. Taking in the scene with barely a moment it shifted again and again.

Books in a library, swirling through a wall as a cloud of black particles, flicking my wand out at a distant mountainside, the pain of dozens of lethal spells hitting my body, a floating dementor, a roaring dragon, rituals, becoming an ani magus.

All of these memories took form in my own head, the life of Credence Barebone superimposing over my own. I knew spells any Potterhead would give both their kidneys to learn and dozens that were never covered in the books. Magic in all of its forms clicked in my head and a strong cord of magic linking my soul to the soul of the phoenix that showed me.

I wasn't James Hollow anymore, but I wasn't Credence Barebone Dumbledore anymore either, I was Credence Barebone that was thrown through the veil in the French ministry when a fight erupted there and somehow merged with James Hollow.

Gasping I fell to the ground, the muddy earth soft beneath me as reality became real again.

"Credence Barebone," I said after I sat up slightly. "The name describes the person well, Barebones nothing of him. James Hollow was another person described well, Hollow, someone with everything taken from him until he had nothing left." I chuckled darkly, neither of the names were mine now they belonged to the people who made me. "I am Aurelius Hollow Dumbledore now a memoir to those who made me who I am."

Standing up I stared at the phoenix and held my arm out, a ghost of a smile flickered across my face as the immortal firebird swooped up into the air before landing on my arm and nuzzling into me.

"I never named you." I murmured softly. "Albus called his phoenix Fawkes, if you are agreeable I wish to name you Creed." The phoenix stared at me again before dipping its head in acknowledgement and launching itself…, herself I corrected myself, into the sky.

Presuming she would be able to find me later I tried something that I as a Harry Potter fan knew only as a theory. I shifted my form, shrinking into myself to become smaller and more condensed. My clothes vanished and my wand disappeared until my place was taken by a small furry creature with a duck like bill.

A niffler. Whilst it was said that massively powerful wizards and witches could have a magical form as a animagus form the only one known was Morgana who took the form of a bird. Neither Albus nor Grindelwald tried to become animagi, though they knew the process, and I had. Credence was one of the most powerful wizards ever born despite most not knowing it. His sheer magical ability had kept him alive and made the Obscurus more symbiotic than parasitic even as he pushed down his own magic.

With enough knowledge and experience he easily stood up there with people like Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort. The Obscurus form was second only to dementors in its immortality, never truly dying only dissipating and reforming elsewhere.

A niffler is a magical creature constantly searching for treasure, from what some people theorised it was because of Credence's desperation to find out his past his animagi form was such. My form was mostly similar to a normal niffler, pitch black fur, duck bill snout and bottomless belly pouch but then the identifying features came in.

My snout was a darker brown, like healthy soil, and my fur was wispy like it wasn't fully solid or was made of many separate pieces. Looking at me was like looking at a normal niffler through a broken window pane.

Of course, despite wanting to test out the sort of new form I was nowhere near the urban area that it made traveling easier. I was walking on tiny, webbed paws that were a strange mixture of a mole and a duck and my legs were smaller than a pinkie finger.

However, I looked like a normal rat at a distance and that meant none of the Gotham crazies would kill me for shits and giggles. Scurrying through the park was oddly peaceful, I had clearly appeared after they had closed for the day.

Night-time was an issue, Batman would likely be patrolling unless it was so early in the timeline that Bruce Wayne had not donned a cowl yet or there could be several members of the bat family patrolling amongst the streets, fighting supervillain and small time crooks alike.