For this story, I brought the story of Harry Potter into the same time-line as Smallville Season 9. The Potters were married in November 1992, Harry was born in July 1993, and his parents killed in October 1994. Clark was around 3 when his ship landed in Smallville in October 1989, which would have made him born in 1986, which makes him about 7 years older than Harry.
Lily could not have been happier when she stepped out through the front doors of the small church. There were many reasons for this glorious feeling of satisfaction. The sun was shining, birds were singing, she was surrounded by friends, her sister stayed home. The greatest reason of all, however, was that she woke up that morning as Ms. Lily Evans, but she had just become Mrs. Lily Potter.
She walked towards the large tent out front with James Potter by her side, returning every grin she met, hearing offers of congratulations, holding up the hem of her flowing white gown so none of the well-wishers could step on it. They both stepped into the center of the dance floor for the couple's first dance.
"Now ladies and gentleman, can we please clear the dance floor for the couples' first dance as husband and wife," they heard someone say, but they weren't paying much attention. They began to move around the dance floor, seeing no one but each other. They laughed happily when they stumbled a few times.
They had been dancing for about fifteen minutes and the guests had all joined on the dance floor when James spoke, "Would you like some Champagne?"
"Yes, please," they moved to the tables at the edge of the tent, out of the way of the other dancers.
As he walked over to the table with the refreshments, she heard a voice behind her, "You looked beautiful out there," she turned around, startled, to find a man with jet black hair with vivid blue eyes.
"Joe, what are you doing here? I thought you were going home,"
"I am. I just wanted to say goodbye first, and that there's no hard feelings," he said, looking up towards James, who was talking animatedly to Sirius, "I know that you and i weren't meant to be, but I'll always remember the time we had together,"
Lily took his hand affectionately, "It means so much to me that you understand, but what's this goodbye business? We can still see each other, as friends. You're going home, not another planet," he smiled at what she said. If she only knew…
"It's more complicated than that," he began, but James walked back over with two glasses of champagne.
He smiled good-naturedly at 'Joe', "Joe, I thought you'd be back in America by now."
"I was just on my way to the airport," he failed to notice James's confused look, "I just wanted to congratulate the happy couple," he held out his hand to shake James's. Then Lily pulled him into a short, friendly hug, Goodbye to you both, and I wish you a long and happy life together."
"Goodbye, Joe," they both said, as said man was walking away. 'Joe' made sure that they had rejoined the party before running away faster than the human eye could see.
Present Day, August, 2009
Harry Potter woke from a very troubling sleep. Judging by the moonlight and the snores coming from Ron, he guesses that it was either very late at night, or very early in the morning. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was 2:15. Careful not to wake Ron, he crept out of the room and down the stairs to get a glass of water. Ever since his sixteenth birthday he had been having strange dreams. These were not the insights into the Dark Lord's mind that left him in excruciating pain, clutching his scar covered in cold sweat; but there was always this voice that spoke to him, almost soothingly. He never caught complete sentences, just bits and pieces.
…your father …Jor-El …Krypton … Kal-El
Along with the voice, he kept having visions. There was this large, magnificent castle, for lack of a better word, made entirely of ice or crystal. Then there was a man in a black cloak with a white 'S' inside of a pentagon on his chest. His face was always covered in shadow. Harry had no idea what these dreams meant, but there was some comfort in the fact that he never woke up in a cold sweat with his scar aching.
Stepping down the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked, he was surprised to find someone already in the kitchen.
"Oh, Harry, dear, you startled me!" Mrs. Weasley said with a chuckle. She was obviously in the process of starting breakfast.
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I was just coming down for a glass of water."
" Oh, let me get that for you," she grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water for the young wizard.
"Thank you," he took a sip of the cool water.
"Have you still been having dreams, Harry?" asked Mrs. Weasley, concern etched in the lines of her face.
Harry thought about it, and then decided there's no harm in telling her, "I have been having strange dreams, but they're not the same ones as I was having a few months ago. Dumbledore told me that Voldemort," she flinched visibly at the name, "Has been blocking me since the department of mysteries."
"But what about the new dreams?" she asked, lifting his head to look him in the eyes.
"I don't think they're anything to worry about. My scar never hurts when I have them. I don't think that they even mean anything."
Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Alright, but if they become a little too real for you please talk to someone about them,"
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry with a small smile.
Mrs. Weasley smiled back brightly at the boy that was her son in everything but blood, "Now why don't you catch a few more hours' sleep while I start breakfast." She gave him a little nudge toward the stairs.
He lay back down in his bed and tried to fall back to sleep, not knowing that his life was about to become even more complicated.
Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas
Clark woke with the roosters at around 5:30, 6:00. He began his morning routine of dressing in jeans and boots, eating a quick breakfast, heading out to feed the animals, fixing the fence where it was needed, and then heading back inside for a shower. When he came downstairs, he was met by Lois, thankfully with two cups of coffee.
"Morning, Smallville. Figured we could start the day off with a nice caffeine buzz," she said as she handed him his coffee.
"Thanks. How's that story coming along on that weird symbol that's been appearing all over Metropolis?"
"Actually, I've got a theory. I think that the Blur is using it as a calling card,"
"Really? Well I guess it's more creative than a three-slash 'Z'." Lois chuckled slightly as she sipped her coffee.
"Let's get goin', Smallville. We got a deadline to meet."
I had to go back and change the year that the Potters were married. OMG I can't believe I screwed that up LOL. Anyway, Chapter 2 up soon.