Follows Original storyline until summer before Fourth Year.


Harry was running. It seemed like he was doing that a lot at the moment. After the Dursley's had found out that he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school, they were treating as bad, if not worse, than before, like he was their servant, or slave of sorts. But right now, he was running from Dudley and his gang. They had been chasing him for seven whole minutes, which must have been a record as Dudley could never run for that long without having to stop and take a breather by going to beat up some small kid for 'Giving him cheek'.

Harry dove into the shrubs underneath the living room window of Number Four to calm his breathing. He closed his eyes, his hand moving up towards the gemstone on a thin gold chain around his neck, which he had worn since he was a baby, and began to wipe everything out from his mind as his breathing reduced to a steady pace. At the beginning of the summer, he had began meditating, clearing his mind and such, trying to forget his summer troubles. It was undefined tranquillity.

Unfortunately, it didn't last too long, as he was pulled from the shrubs by Dudley. The boy smirked as Harry thrashed to get out of the choke hold he was now in. The small green gem fell out of the baggy shirt the raven haired teen was wearing.

"I didn't know you wore girls necklace's, freak!" Dudley sneered as he punched Harry in the stomach before breaking the chain and throwing it towards one of the others in the gang. "Here, hold onto it while I beat the crap out of the freak. Might be worth a few quid."

Dudley pushed Harry to the floor and kicked him in the stomach, only to start jumping around, holding his foot, as if he had just kicked a brick wall.

Harry felt a sudden rush of power flood into him the moment the stone was removed. He jumped to his feet quicker than expected and sped behind Dudley, punching him in the stomach so hard that he flew all the way across the street and into a car, stetting off its alarm system. He turned to the other and began growling, his eyes glowing with rage.

"Give me back the necklace." He snarled, his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, his eyes felt like they were on fire he blinked rapidly to try and get rid of what was irritating them, only to see, moments later, that one of the members of Dudley's gang had caught fire. Incidentally, it was the same person who had caught the necklace. The other members quickly began to put the teen out and they all stared at Harry in shock.

"Jeez, you really are a freak. Here take back your stupid necklace. Probably worthless anyway." The unnamed gang member ran off to try and help Dudley up, throwing the necklace at Harry as he did so. The others quickly followed.

As soon as Harry caught the necklace, he felt the power trickle out of him. It was if he had suddenly fell ill, or someone had spelled him to lose his magic. He quickly checked around for anyone, his seeker trained eyes searching for any hint of wizard life. Finding nothing, he pocketed the necklace and ran back into the house, speeding up the stairs, into his room, and locking the door. He needed to find out what this was. Sitting down at his desk, he quickly wrote a letter to Sirius.


Something really unusual happened today. I was running from Dudley, when he caught me and starting throwing punches. And then some how he kicked me in the stomach, without me feeling a thing, and then I punched him, and he went flying. This other boy in his gang tried to start on me, and then my eyes felt like they were burning, and his shirt caught fire.

What's happening?


He tied up the letter and speedily tied it to Hedwig's leg. She gave him an affectionate nip on the finger as he stroked her head, and took off. He watched her fly through the evening light, wishing he could join her, flying in a sea of reds and oranges. But, unfortunately, quidditch was as close as he could get to doing that. The raven haired teen laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, practicing his meditation to send him into an ocean of serenity.


Harry awoke the next morning to find that it was only six in the morning and Hedwig had still not returned. Another owl was currently sitting on the perch, taking the Snowy familiar's place. It had a parcel tied to its leg and was looking rather annoyed at having to wait for Harry to wake. The young wizard quickly jumped out of bed, only realising that he had slept in all of his clothes, and released the bird from its burden. The bird hooted irritatingly before taking off. Harry blinked at the very moody owl before opening the package. Inside was two boxes, one which looked like it was made from led, the other made out of a deep red-y-brown wood with some inscriptions Harry couldn't make out, a letter and an Octagonal disc with the same type of inscriptions as the box. He opened the first letter and began to read.

Dear Harry,

If your reading this, then your mother and I are dead. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to see you grow up. I'm sorry that I couldn't play quidditch with you, or come with you to buy your first wand, your first broomstick, your first Firewhisky.

But I need to move onto more important things. There is a secret. A secret only your mother and myself know. At first, we thought it better for this secret to be told to you in person, as letters are easily intercepted, but this was the only way.

In June, 1979, your mother and I travelled to America on a year long expedition to give their Aurors and War Mages knowledge of the war in Britain, and help train them as our Ministry had requested their backing. You must understand that the war had been going on for ten years, and we needed all the help we could get. Plus, the Americans are tied to us military as we are to them. We travelled a lot during that year, but it was when we were in a town called Smallville, in Kansas, passing a meadow called Miller's Filed, when we were caught in a meteor shower on our way to the portkey that would take us to the next city.

We were about to Apparate away when we noticed a small child crawling away from a metal looking ship-thing. We are not people to just let a baby die, so we quickly ran over to him, while I began to cast a shielding charm around us. The baby was looking scared when we reached him and had crawled back into what Lily described as a spaceship. If you don't know what that is, its apparently something that is used to travel through space! We quickly gathered the baby up and were about to leave, when a meteor smashed through my shield. The baby glared at the meteor and it shattered around us. We were amazed and thought that this baby was a wizard until an orb rolled out of the craft. Lily picked it up and it began giving us a holographic image of the boy's parents. The orb told us how they're planet blew up and the boy, Zor-El, was one of the last survivors. The image asked us to raise him as we would our own.

The people in the image, Zor-El's parents, were called Jor-El, his father, and Lara Lor-Van. Apparently, there was another ship with Zor-El's brother, Kal-El in, who was three years older than Zor-El. Since we couldn't find the other ship, we began to believe that either someone else took it, or it had landed somewhere else. Jor-El also told us that they were sent to Earth as the Human race had almost the same genetic structure.

In case you haven't already guessed, you were the boy we found. Your real name is Zor-El, and you are from a planet called Krypton. I'm sorry you had to find out in such an informal way, but it's the truth. The necklace you wear is a fragment of the meteor rocks that came with the meteors and they restrict your powers that Jor-El said you might attain because of the lower gravity and because of our Yellow sun as opposed to Krypton's Red sun.

In the lead box are two meteor rocks. A green one, which have restricted your powers, and a red one, which we do not know what it does, and wouldn't try out for fear of your safety. We also found out that a large amount of the green meteor could possibly kill you. The disc we included in the package was on the ship and Jor-El told us that we should give it to you as soon as you are old enough to take this in.

We vowed then that we would protect you for as long as we could, but since your mother and I both had magic, it would be quiet strange for you to not have it as well. We both agreed that a magical blood ritual would be the best. It would make you ours, both magically and blood wise, but you would still be fully Kryptonian, just ours as well as your biological parents son. The necklace is only a small piece of the meteor rocks to restrict your powers in case you accidentally injure or hurt someone.

We're sorry that you had to find out this way. Just know that we love you and have always loved you. We hope you can forgive us for not giving you a proper childhood and not know your own history until now.

Your Parents,

James and Lily Potter

P.S. if you wish to learn more about your heritage, the holographic orb is in the wooden box along with the Potter Family vault key that will allow you to enter the vault, but you wont be able to take anything out until you are of age, but you will be able to read the journals your mother made about you.

Harry dropped the letter, tears pooling in his ear. He was an alien? A freak. His 'family' was right to call him a freak then? It was all too much to take in. He was only thirteen - No, fourteen, it was July 31st today – how was he expected to take this all in?

Right now, all he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. But he knew that that would be letting down his parents. He knew they sacrificed their lives to save his, and now, apparently, his biological parents had done that as well. And now it seemed like he had some real family, his brother Kal-El. Maybe Kal-El knew what he was going through. He needed to see him.

Harry quickly stuffed everything into his school trunk, carefully placing the two boxes and the disc in the top as well, strapped his wand to his arm with an old shoelace and attached the fold-up wheels he bought last year to help carry his trunk. The raven haired teen then carried the trunk down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find his aunt, uncle and cousin having breakfast, aunt Marge still not awake.

"What do you want, boy?" Asked Harry's Uncle.

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm going to be gone for at least a week. If any of my kind come looking for me, please tell them that I do not want to be found just yet."

His uncle scowled for a moment. "Where are you going?"

"I need to find my Godfather."

That shut them up. Vernon nodded and Harry went back in the hall, before quickly exiting and hailing the Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this eve – ah hello again, Neville!" Stan said with a cheeky grin. "Where to this time? Leaky Cauldron again?"

Harry smiled. "Not today Stan. Today I'm going much further. How much would it cost to be taken to Smallville, Kansas?"

Stan looked at Harry curiously for a moment. "One galleon and sixteen sickles." Stan began to help Harry with his trunk as Harry took out the right amount of money.

"'Ere's your ticket. Take 'er away, Ern." Harry took a seat and watched the scenery go by as the bus sped the past cities, towns and countryside of Britain. Harry began to practise his meditation and soon was fast asleep, his head resting against the window, sitting in the only chair that didn't move around.

Harry was awoken by Stan shaking him lightly, telling him the they had arrived in Smallville. Harry thanked Stan and Ernie and got off the bus, his trunk in tow. He quickly checked his wand was still strapped to his left forearm before having a look around the small town.

After five minutes of searching, Harry wandered into a coffee shop called the Talon. He walked up to the counter and waited for someone to come to him. A young woman walked up to him, smiling. She had long dark hair, deep brown eyes and slightly tanned skin.

"Hey there, my name's Lana, need any help?" said the young woman, Lana.

Harry smiled. "Hi, umm, I'm looking for someone. He should be around seventeen, might look a bit like me, and kinda mysterious. Do you know who he is?"

Another woman, around the same age looked over and smiled. "Sounds a bit like Clark, doesn't it Lana?" Lana nodded. "I'm Chloe, by the way."

Chloe held out her hand and Harry shook it good-naturedly. "Harry."

"Your not from around here, are you, Harry?" Asked Lana. Harry shook his head. "Why are you looking for Clark?"

"Well, it's kinda hard to explain, but, well-" Harry was interrupted as a young man walked over.

"My ears are burning. Someone talking about me?" the man asked.

"Clark, this is Harry," Chloe began. Clark held out his hand and Harry shook it. "He said he was looking for someone that sounded a lot like you."

"Nice to meet you." Clark said, eyeing Harry a bit.

"Likewise. Umm, listen, can I just quickly talk to you, I need to know something."

Clark nodded and asked Lana if they could use the upstairs room. She agreed and they made their way up. Clark closed the door behind them and turned to Harry.

"So, what do you need to talk about."

Harry took a deep breath. "Do you know anyone called Kal-El?"

Clark froze. "Why do you think I would know someone by that name?"

"Because you seem like what my parents told me in a letter."

"And what did it say?"

"I know I've just met you, but I need to tell you this if I believe its true. After this conversation, if you don't want to know, or wish ill upon me, I can make it so you can forget everything you have just . Can I trust you." Clark nodded seriously and Harry handed Clark the letter. Harry watched as Clark's eyes scanned the page, widening as they read it.

"I am Kal-El."


Ok, that's the first chapter. Is it any good? Oh, and just to make sure you know, Clark is three years older than Harry.