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Black Comedy [Harry Potter/DC Universe]

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Dreams were a peculiar thing—oft faint, oft fading, oft forgotten. Some days you dreamt of...
Guiding Bolt

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Dreams were a peculiar thing—oft faint, oft fading, oft forgotten. Some days you dreamt of worlds not unlike our own, whilst other days you dreamt of impossible worlds and deeds above and beyond even the power of magic to complete. Some days you dreamt of other worlds and realms.

But when you dreamt, you always felt like you. You always felt in control, if not lucid; it was always a reflection upon your own life, on your own being, a story or message that you tried to divine meaning from in fleeting morning light. Always they were an allegory, always a way for us to advance our understanding of the realms.

Until tonight came, and a dream swept through you that did not work in their usual allegories. A dream swept through you that you could not control, and you knew when you woke this dream would stay with you for many lifetimes past this first. It was a dream of:

[ ] A world that had been judged by man-made gods, and found wanting. A world that had experienced the American Dream come true, and ran in fear from all that it entailed. A world that looked less and less like a world, and more and more like a cruel joke ready to explode whenever tricky Dick delivered his next punchline. You had your last drink and readied yourself for bed, knowing that the next day you'd have to kill the only man able to save the world; the next day never found you. For that night, you died in New York.

[ ] Laughter. From each side came haunted mocking laughs, and you found yourself fleeing their calls by diving to your death. But in the acid that consumed you, you found not relief and solace but the words of a joke on your lips, and soon it was you that was laughing and the world running to its death. Men hunted you down at day; bats hunted you down at night. But you were never caught, not really, and you never lost the last laugh. Until one day came where your own gun was pushed into your chest, and even you were forced to admit that it was no longer funny.

[ ] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.

In a cold sweat, you awoke and tried to process what your dream meant. Usually, your dreams faded from memory within an hour or less; for several hours today, you sat in bed in confusion and tried to sort out all the details and all that it meant for you. As silly as this dream might be, you didn't feel like it was something that you could just push to the side.

Time passed, and the others in your life began to awake. You left your room and started through the motions of the day, though the dream's had brought upon you a dread that colored each and every action you took that day. Eventually, you found yourself:

[ ] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with the sleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, in the company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.

[ ] Relaxing in one of the train's comfy apartments and on the verge of sliding back into sleep, when the door to the compartment slid open. In stepped a black-haired boy with stunning blue eyes, and behind him a scraggly boy who looked more afraid than your cousin Dromeda had looked when uncle Cygnus found of her relationship with Ted Tonks. Today was the day you reached Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and today was the day when you would inevitably be sorted into House Slytherin and become the perfect child your hag of a mother always wanted. Or maybe not.

[ ] Walking through the park with an everchanging smile on your face. Mom called for you turn around, and you did; though not until you had shifted your face to that of an old, old woman. The look of shock and regret on your Mom's face when she saw you was priceless, and she opened her mouth to apologize as you shifted your face back to normal. Her mouth closed and a frown formed on her lips, before she shook her head and let out a snicker. Good. Mom wasn't allowed to be mad at you, not after she named you Nymphadora of all things. You had said goodbye to the little muggle boy you came here to play with, and now it was time to head to the grandiose Platform Nine and Three Quarters and to your first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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Based off CoS character creation chassis, though content is completely different and as far as I know none of the options are the same. Characters should be pretty obvious, as should past lives. An expanded dream will be posted based on the selected past life. If there's another character option you would like to see within the House of Black, or if you have another pastlife suggestion that fits with the current choices, feel free to suggest them; I'll only be able to accept ones I'm at least somewhat familiar with, though.
 
[X] Laughter. From each side came haunted mocking laughs, and you found yourself fleeing their calls by diving to your death. But in the acid that consumed you, you found not relief and solace but the words of a joke on your lips, and soon it was you that was laughing and the world running to its death. Men hunted you down at day; bats hunted you down at night. But you were never caught, not really, and you never lost the last laugh. Until one day came where your own gun was pushed into your chest, and even you were forced to admit that it was no longer funny.

When a joke is no longer funny, make a new one. Comedians make a killer out of it.

[X] Walking through the park with an everchanging smile on your face. Mom called for you turn around, and you did; though not until you had shifted your face to that of an old, old woman. The look of shock and regret on your Mom's face when she saw you was priceless, and she opened her mouth to apologize as you shifted your face back to normal. Her mouth closed and a frown formed on her lips, before she shook her head and let out a snicker. Good. Mom wasn't allowed to be mad at you, not after she named you Nymphadora of all things. You had said goodbye to the little muggle boy you came here to play with, and now it was time to head to the grandiose Platform Nine and Three Quarters and to your first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Mayhaps Joker can spice his brand of comedy with... Impressions.
 
[X] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.
[X] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with the sleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, in the company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.
 
[ ] A world that had been judged by man-made gods, and found wanting. A world that had experienced the American Dream come true, and ran in fear from all that it entailed. A world that looked less and less like a world, and more and more like a cruel joke ready to explode whenever tricky Dick delivered his next punchline. You had your last drink and readied yourself for bed, knowing that the next day you'd have to kill the only man able to save the world; the next day never found you. For that night, you died in New York.
I don't know who this is, but it seems interesting, however...

[X] Laughter. From each side came haunted mocking laughs, and you found yourself fleeing their calls by diving to your death. But in the acid that consumed you, you found not relief and solace but the words of a joke on your lips, and soon it was you that was laughing and the world running to its death. Men hunted you down at day; bats hunted you down at night. But you were never caught, not really, and you never lost the last laugh. Until one day came where your own gun was pushed into your chest, and even you were forced to admit that it was no longer funny.
[X] Walking through the park with an everchanging smile on your face. Mom called for you turn around, and you did; though not until you had shifted your face to that of an old, old woman. The look of shock and regret on your Mom's face when she saw you was priceless, and she opened her mouth to apologize as you shifted your face back to normal. Her mouth closed and a frown formed on her lips, before she shook her head and let out a snicker. Good. Mom wasn't allowed to be mad at you, not after she named you Nymphadora of all things. You had said goodbye to the little muggle boy you came here to play with, and now it was time to head to the grandiose Platform Nine and Three Quarters and to your first year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
 
[X] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.
[X] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with the sleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, in the company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.
 
It looks like Joker/Nymphadora is winning, but I'll leave the vote open for a couple of hours in case Harley Quinn/Narcissa gets a little more support.

The first option is Comedian, not Lex Luthor.
 
[X] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.
[X] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with the sleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, in the company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.
 
[X] A world that had been judged by man-made gods, and found wanting. A world that had experienced the American Dream come true, and ran in fear from all that it entailed. A world that looked less and less like a world, and more and more like a cruel joke ready to explode whenever tricky Dick delivered his next punchline. You had your last drink and readied yourself for bed, knowing that the next day you'd have to kill the only man able to save the world; the next day never found you. For that night, you died in New York.
[X] Relaxing in one of the train's comfy apartments and on the verge of sliding back into sleep, when the door to the compartment slid open. In stepped a black-haired boy with stunning blue eyes, and behind him a scraggly boy who looked more afraid than your cousin Dromeda had looked when uncle Cygnus found of her relationship with Ted Tonks. Today was the day you reached Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and today was the day when you would inevitably be sorted into House Slytherin and become the perfect child your hag of a mother always wanted. Or maybe not.
 
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[X] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.
[X] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with the sleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, in the company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.
 
[X] A man only you could save. Though his lips always turned to a cruel laugh, you could not help but be enthralled whenever you were within his presence. From the day you saved him from a fate as bad as death to the day he saved you from a life of mediocrity and normalcy—and from then, each and every day forever onward—you have been his. But face down in a padded cell, surrounded by his humorless goons, you were starting to realize he was never yours and would never be yours.
[X] In a room with your two sisters, waiting for the return of Father and your first real trip to Diagon Alley. You had always been a little bit intimidated by your oldest sister, and there was a weirdness to Dromeda that you just couldn't look past. Maybe it was her obsession with muggle artifacts, or her constant squabbles with thesleeping dragon that was Bella. Even here and now, inthe company of those who should've been your closest friends and confident, you felt as alone as ever.
 
[X] A world that had been judged by man-made gods, and found wanting. A world that had experienced the American Dream come true, and ran in fear from all that it entailed. A world that looked less and less like a world, and more and more like a cruel joke ready to explode whenever tricky Dick delivered his next punchline. You had your last drink and readied yourself for bed, knowing that the next day you'd have to kill the only man able to save the world; the next day never found you. For that night, you died in New York.
[X] Relaxing in one of the train's comfy apartments and on the verge of sliding back into sleep, when the door to the compartment slid open. In stepped a black-haired boy with stunning blue eyes, and behind him a scraggly boy who looked more afraid than your cousin Dromeda had looked when uncle Cygnus found of her relationship with Ted Tonks. Today was the day you reached Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and today was the day when you would inevitably be sorted into House Slytherin and become the perfect child your hag of a mother always wanted. Or maybe not.
 
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