Year Four: The Goblet of Fire Pt 9

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*The next day, in Gotham. Ramirez walked into the GCPD with files in her hand. She stopped right in front of Gordon and Harvey Dent.*

Ramirez: Gordon. You and Dent might want to come down to Arkham.

Gordon: We're a little busy right now, Ramirez. Thank you.

*She sets the file down in front of Gordon. Both Harvey and Gordon took a look at it.*

Gordon: Where did this come from?

Ramirez: Hogwarts, sir. It's even on the newspapers in their world.

*Harvey looks at the news paper and stares at Gordon. Later they drive to Arkham Asylum and see Junior tied up with a bag over his head. Harvey takes a closer look at him.*

Harvey: Who's this guy?

Ramirez: The bat said his name is Barty Crouch Jr. Convicted for identity theft and attempted killing.

*Gordon was reading the letter, then turned to Ramirez.*

Gordon: Wherever you got the letter from, write back to them saying I want to meet this Batman as soon as possible.

*She nodded and walked back to the GCPD. Meanwhile, back in Hogwarts, everyone gathered for Cedric's funeral.*

Dumbledore: Today, we acknowledge...a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know...exceptionally hard-working...infinitely fair-minded...and, most importantly...a fierce, fierce friend. Now, l think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see...Cedric Diggory was murdered...by Lord Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this and make you think it was Batman all along. But not to do so in revealing what really happened, l think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain...we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me...and reminds us...that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues...our hearts beat as one. ln light of recent events...the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that...and we'll celebrate a boy who was...kind and honest...and brave and true, right to the very end.

*During his speech, Damian got up and walked out of the room. Hermione was the only one besides Harry and Ron who noticed. Even Dumbledore and the teachers noticed. Damian felt like it was his fault for everything. He thought that because of Batman, Cedric died. He sat down on the sofa in the common room and put some ice on his shoulder. A knock on the door came, it was Professor McGonagall. She walked in.*

McGonagall: How's the arm?

Damian: A bit sore.

McGonagall: Let me have a look.

*She moved the ice pack and took a look at his shoulder. He then heard Damian talk about what happened.*

Damian: I saw Jeremiah...Except he was...different. Like he wasn't himself. Some other...being.

*She nodded. She made a mental note to talk to Dumbledore about it. She then handed him a letter.*

McGonagall: Officer Gordon sent you a letter. Says he wants to see you as soon as possible.

Damian: I'll write back to him.

*She patted him on the back and made her way out of the common room. But Damian stood up and called out to her.*

Damian: Minerva?

*She turned around.*

Damian: I don't think I'll be coming back next year. With all the disappearances of students that turn bad, I just...I don't think it's safe for me or Batman to be here. But I will keep in touch. And I will come back when needed.

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