Archive of Our Own

Summary:

What if Bruce was a wizard and so was his family? What if it wasn't Cedric's name that came out of the goblet, but Dick Grayson's instead?
This shows my opinions on what might happen. Starts with a quick bio on each kid in the family.

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Dick G-W
I swallow as I look around my neatly packed room. This would be my last summer packing for Hogwarts. And, if I were lucky, this time next year, I would be a Junior Auror. And if not that, then likely a lesser Magical Law Enforcement Agent.
My dreams seemed so big now, and so far away. I run a hand through my messy black hair, trying to keep the stress away. I am failing at that.
“DICK! HURRY UP!” shouts my youngest brother, his voice pitched higher with excitement. “I don’t want to be late to the Cup!”
I laugh softly. Damian’s first Quidditch World Cup in person, and boy was he excited. I sigh, turning away from my room, and thus my trunk by the foot of my bed. I slip out of my room and shut the door gently. I notice Jason slipping out of his own room, his red beanie pulled low over his own hair.
“Why isn’t he shouting for you, too?” I ask, flashing a bright smile at the teen.