Chapter 58 - DCTV Fan-fiction 3 - Stranded (1/2)

Plot: AU. A mishap from the veil lands Harry on the island of Lian Yu. Because, naturally, it's the kind of luck Harry has. Harry Potter/Arrow/Flash/Supergirl/Smallville fusion story,

Pairing: Harry/Multiple Girls.

NOTE: Rated M for a reason (lots of lemon).....you have been warned

Stranger from the Other Side:

A violent storm kicked up high over the South China Sea. Huge gusts of winds, angry sounding thunder claps, dangerous blasts of lightning, and just pure darkness engulfed the area. The waves whipped across the water, making any journey extremely treacherous.

Those who sailed for a living weathered numerous storms in the past. They knew the storm which raged tonight was no ordinary storm. It was far more violent, far more unforgiving, and far more dangerous. The storm built for the better part of the last couple of days and reached a fever pitch this particular evening.

A cyclone appeared over an uncharted island off of the South China Sea. No one had been around for miles on this island. The mist rose above the island thus blocking the view of the island for anyone who just happened to have the misfortune of being on said island.

The cyclone cloud launched a figure like a bottle unleashing a cork. The figure from the sky flew down to the ground and impacted the dirt, just coming short of hitting a very dangerous area of the island. The mist blocked what dropped from the sky from view, at least for the first couple of minutes after it dropped.

The stranger pulled himself to a standing position. Legs almost came out from underneath him like they were made of jelly. He reached onto the side of the tree and stopped, ȧssessed his surroundings. A normally unruly hair of dark hair got knocked around. Green eyes widened into the distance and managed to just bȧrėly make out the surroundings through the other side of the mists.

He dressed in tattered clothes, ripped apart from landing on the ground. A faint, but still visible tattoo of a circle encased in a triangle with a pair of jagged lines being drawn down the circle stood prominently on his ċhėst. The figure stood up, tall, if not a bit shaky. He was a well-built young man, despite the state of disorientation.

His name came to him after he managed to regain his composure. Harry Potter stood firmly on the ground on the mysterious island. The throbbing in his skull finally started to cease.

Harry always had a strange affinity for all things death, for some reason. He had been the only person in living memory to survive the Killing Curse. He had a combination of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tears coursing through his blood stream. He survived the Killing Curse again and claimed the Deathly Hallows.

Seventeen confirmed ȧssassination attempts on his person later, Harry survived, still in possession with the three most sought out magical objects in the history of the world. The fact he was the only one who had the potential to use them for long without falling victim to their curse didn't stop greedy witches and wizards from trying to grab them.

He sought the veil, studied it, and now Harry found himself in a brand new place, almost entirely by accident.

'Am I dead?'

The first question any rational person would ask when in a weird situation like he was now. Yet, it was a question Harry Potter asked himself far more times than he cared to count. Was he dead? He didn't think so.

Death flirted with Harry so many times, he thought they were about ready to go steady, as weird as it might sound.

'Okay, I'm not dead. If I'm not dead, then where am I? When am I?'

Two questions anyone who had been through the trials Harry had would ask. He had to ask it. All went back to what he learned about the veil.

'No one has been quite able to pierce the mysteries of the Veil of Death. Most who pass through it, end up being brought to their final reward or final torment. A few may end up elsewhere, but no confirmed evidence exists of anyone ever returning back from a trip to the veil.'

Well, Harry couldn't be clear of the final point, he was no expert on mental health, his own especially. Living for ten years in a cupboard underneath the stairs may have left Harry with just a few issues.

After the latest little trip through the veil, Harry wasn't certain about his ability to return. Then again, he couldn't be certain of his ability to return anyway, without knowing where here was.

He most certainly could not disapparate off of the island without having a good idea where it was and the path he needed to do to get back home, if at all possible. A quick look around told Harry he had been surrounded on all sides by water. He was on an island, somewhere.

Geography was not a subject which was taught at Hogwarts.

Harry stood in the middle of the island. He felt about a week's worth of growth on the side of his face. It had been a lot longer between stepping through the veil and landing here than he thought.

”I think the storm just about subsided….good we can begin. We can't be behind schedule.”

Voices on the island meant Harry Potter was not alone. He noticed there were some other people on the island, but they didn't notice him, at least not yet.

'Better not test my luck.'

Harry needed to find shelter, but where. There was a small wooded area off to the side where he landed and also the source of the voice he heard. He listened to them speaking in low whispers.

'Land mine,' Harry thought.

One subtle sweep of the island told Harry it was littered by landmines and traps. Whoever stepped onto this island stepped into a walking deathtrap, and they didn't want the people on the island to leave alive. Harry had to watch his step.

”Make sure our insurance policy is secure.”

Harry hazarded a guess they weren't the friendly type, the other people on this island. Just a hunch, the type of people he should be avoiding at all costs.

Like it had so many times before, curiosity had gotten the better of Harry Potter. There were so many times where he didn't have to stick his nose into other people's business, along with the many times where he kind of had to because it would be the only way he would learn things.

'Of course, I'm going to follow these two.'

Harry could either find a way out of the death trap of the island or follow two men who obviously found a way onto the island on their own accord. They might, unwittingly, clue him on a way to get off of the island.

'It wouldn't be me if I didn't follow them.'

Harry stood, behind the cover of crush to the two men who stopped. A group of about six or seven more men, who had been armed, moved around.

'Really well trained, and organized. And that makes them dangerous as well. Going to have to play it carefully, Potter.'

Careful normally had not been Harry's middle name. He had to maneuver around the traps. His danger sense heightened after an entire life time of peaking over his shoulder.

”Fyres is being a real pain, isn't he? Wonder what has his knickers in a twist.”

”Who cares? As long as he pays us well, I don't really care what he's up to.”

Okay, so now Harry was dealing with the mercenary types who were only out for the money. He could respect them for their principles, money was of course the solution to all of life's problems. And the cause of all of life's problems as well to be fair.

”Make sure no one is lurking around.”

”Who would be lurking around on this island? No one is going to take a vacation on it. It's out in the middle of nowhere.”

”Hey, I'm just telling you what the boss says. You want to take things up with the boss, fine, take it up with him. But, don't be surprised if you have to deal with the boss's new friend.”

”The weirdo in the mask?”

”Yeah, him. Guy looks like he can take you out in one swift move. But, he's sticking to Fyres like glue to a toilet seat.”

”What? Does that…..”

”Never mind, the point is, he never leaves his side. Which means he's being paid the big bucks. More than us….just keep a look out and make sure no one is coming around.”

”I don't suppose someone is just going to drop from the sky and land on this island. This place is purgatory, the only way off is the way we got on here.”

Hello, they had a way off of the island. Harry intended to listen into the conversation closely. A rather frazzled looking gentlemen rushed and nearly tripped one of the land mines. His buddy held up a hand to stop him.

”Whoa, slow down here, mate, you trip one of those things, and you blow your foot up.”

”Yeah, I can't even take a piss in the woods without running into some kind of trap.”

”Just watch your step, or you'll lose more than your head.”

The man looked around and Harry thought he was looking a bit too close for comfortable. Harry closed his eyes. He could will himself invisible thanks to bonding to the cloak, occasionally. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, and despite constant study, Harry still couldn't peace together the how or the whys about how the cloak worked.

”There's guy who dropped on the island. He practically fell out of the sky.”

Harry froze instantly. He took careful inventory of the paths around him. One way lead him through a very dangerous area and the other way lead him into a camp which could have had more of these mercenaries.

”Damn it, it will be our heads if someone came onto the island.”

”Who could be dumb enough to come here willingly?”

”Did you see any ships wrecked in the area? Are you sure you haven't been drinking? Imagining things?”

Harry took a half of a step forward, and ended up almost stepping on a snake. It gave a hiss.

”Quiet.”

The snake looked at Harry strangely and backed off. Well, Harry still had that particular gift at least.

The men were coming right here. Harry looked towards the land mine which was right between him and the men. It was time for drastic action.

Harry raised his hand and detonated the land mind to blow up the ground. A searing pain shot through Harry's arm when he tried to channel magic through it. The bolt of light caught the land mind and blew up the ground. Harry's quick reflexes through himself out of the way of flying shrapnel and rock.

He did have several cracked bones in his arm in an attempt to launch the magic. Pain beyond anything Harry ever experienced in his life shot through his body.

How did he break his arm by performing magic? Harry didn't bother, he had two legs, which picked up the pace and sprinted. The bullets soured through the air. Harry closed his eyes.

On the bright side, the shield protected him from bullets. On the negative side, the shield also burned Harry's skin and caused agony to spread through his nerve endings. On the other bright side, it took his mind away from the broken bones.

'There's something on this island, to make performing magic a far more difficult chore than it really was. Think, Potter, it has to be a rune or some kind of altar, or something blocking you. It could be anywhere, this is a big island.'

The shield flickered away just half of a second before a dart stuck Harry in the side of his neck. The poison should have dropped him instantly. Instead, Harry staggered around.

It reminded him of the time he, Luna, and Ginny got plastered off of that German Firewhisky during Ginny's eighteenth birthday party.

Harry staggered a couple of inches and saw a gentleman dressed in in black armor. He had a mask which was half orange and half black, with a sword strapped onto his back. The gentleman split into three before Harry's eyes.

'When in doubt, hit the one in the middle.'

His reflexes dulled from the poison dart injected into the side of the neck. The ȧssassin grabbed him around the arm and twisted his arm around his back. He caught Harry with a couple of well-placed strikes to the side of his neck and one to the lower back for good measure.

Harry finally discharged him, and then collapsed to the ground, the beating getting the better of him.

X-X-X

Sara Lance clung to the side of the wreckage of the Queen's Gambit, just bȧrėly keeping her head above the water when she did.

'Guess its karma trying to sleep with your sister's ex-boyfriend.'

The girl had been dressed in her night clothes, which dripped wet with salt water. The bag she had, and her cell phone, currently disappeared underneath the water and likely sank to the bottom. She held onto the side of the wreckage with one hand and paddled herself over.

Blood dripping from her cheek was not a good thing, especially in a situation like this. Sara's breathing increased when she moved.

”Oliver?” Sara asked. ”Mr. Queen?”

No answers from anyone. Sara saw the mist rising up which made it hard. Her hands started to shake. It only took a few seconds for her to cling on. She knew one gust of wind would cause her to fly.

Sara saw a life raft, and she saw the battered body of Robert Queen He looked to have dislocated his shoulder when going down with the yacht.

”Mr. Queen?”