Title: Riddikulusly Oblivious
Pairing(s): Wally West and Artemis Crock; the occasional Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon (West in the story)
Word Count: 11,682 words (“oh my god.”)
Summary: Harry Potter AU. Because they’re a walking cliche; like Ron and Hermione.
AN: I’m a spitfire shipper and ronmione one so… this is what I ended up with? :) Plus I tried to write a long version of this but after writing three chapters on my computer I gave up, so I settled for a REALLY long one instead. BUT YAY; holy frack I’m writing this AN 3,000 words in and I’m sure this thing is going to be hella long. I DO NOT OWN YOUNG JUSTICE OR HARRY POTTER, now that I’ve cleared that up. The beginning is kind of boring but it gets interesting later… I promise? I skipped out so much of HP’s amazingness, because I focused more on Spitfire-ness. Hope you guys enjoy!
Sorry you guys will need to know a little bit about the HP universe, and the general idea of the whole storyline, but if anything is confusing, feel free to ask :)
He’s heard about her before.
A half-blood; he’s heard rumors about her father and theres some awfully peculiar things been said about her. His mother would ask him to just ignore that inkling of curiosity somewhere in the back of his mind, and just walk on. Beggars could never be choosers (or so he constantly hears); however the West’s could try their best to hold onto some form of dignity by not succumbing themselves to shameless gossip or prejudice.
Diagon Ally was not a place he visited often, it was more so a privilege than a necessity after all, his family grew out most of what they needed to eat. Even though he was a wizard, it didn’t mean he wasn’t always thrilled at the prospect of entering this particular magical street with herds of shops he adored.
“Wally! Wally!” He shifts his head to see his younger sister nudging at his shirt. Their similarly speckled, sun-kissed red hair and freckled beige skin made it obvious they were siblings. A reluctant sigh escapes his lips as he thought it through; he’s just another child of Rudolph and Mary West, one among what he feels like thousands. That was an exaggeration, there’s really only four of them.
“Barbara,” hissing as he shoos her hands away, “Go play with Bart or something.”
The furious little red-head with sparkling blue eyes shook her head, “I can’t, Bart’s being annoying today. Will you please bring me to the candy store?”
“I’m busy Babs.”
“Fine, I’ll go ask Roy then!”
‘Fine by me’ he thinks nonchalantly as he glances over to see his sister trotting away.
His gaze searches desperately for her once more. He doesn’t know her name, how old she is or what’s she’s like but he knows her father’s name; And really, that’s enough. Long blonde hair and sparkling grey eyes that were cold, hard and unforgiving. Embarrassment floods his cheeks as he remembers his encounter with one of her friends last year, Cameron Mahkent. He wonders if there was a reason his skin was so pale, it made him look crystalline- but so, so evil.
“Bet you’re a West aren’t you? Those freckles and red hair isn’t going to do much for you unfortunately.”
Wally West snarled a lot; mainly at his older brother Roy, when the teenager liked to pretend he was their superior. However none of those compared to the look of sheer loathing and contempt towards the young boy on the opposite side of the room.
“At least I’m not stupid like you, Mahkent!” His cheeks were reddening, how he wished he could’ve thought of something much better to say.
He laughed in retaliation, “Nice try West, but the filthy poor never do make it that far.”
Anger blinded his vision, however calmly he was asked to step back as his father disregarded the young boy; Wally was surprised to see that Cameron didn’t so much even flinch. A sick feeling entered the pits of his stomach, wondering if that was only because he was proud of how he felt, or maybe it was because he was just ruthless and disgusting at the feeble age of ten.
“Cameron! Cam- Let’s leave, now.” Called out a finicky and juvenile voice.
He looked up to see the pale, (almost) blue boy running towards a girl with long blonde hair and sparkly grey eyes. She blatantly ignores his curious looks as she stalks off with Cameron in tow. Then, Wally figured if they were to ever cross paths again, he wouldn’t like her very much. For obvious reasons, any accomplice or acquaintance of a Mahkent was bad news and she just screamed trouble.
“Wally- Wally! I said we have to go.” Harshly he was pulled from his reverie by Roy, impatiently dragging the young boy with biting protests. This was unfair, he hadn’t even got to buy his share of candy yet. Not to mention, he hadn’t gotten the chance to visit Zonko’s. However as he was forced out of the store, he saw her one more time. Insecurely he hid himself behind his scarf before he scampered off, he didn’t want to see her face.
He didn’t want to know her name.