Naman's True One
"Chapter One"
A.N. I know I should not be starting another story but this one came up and bit me like a snake.
You will need to know some of the Smallville earlier season 2 history about Naman and Sageeth for this to make sense at first, but I will be twisting the story of Sageeth a bit and how Naman correlates with him. If you're confused by what's going on you can PM me and I'll message you what happened in this episode. But after the first chapter the time skips stop, and we get on with the story.
You must know the battle of Hogwarts took place May 2nd. I'll have Clark and Harry being the same age so they were both born in 1987 (according to Smallville storyline) Clark's birthday is in May and Harry's as you know is July 31st.
"The legend says Naman came from the stars in a reign of fire. They say Naman will have the strength of ten men and will be able to start fires with his eyes." Kyla said with an awestruck look.
Clark listened to her, walking the caves with the Kawatche Native for a couple minutes before there was a rumble of the structure. He could see a piece of the ceiling above them cave in. Without thinking, he grabbed his exploring partner and pushed them both to the ground, gently, with himself on top. As the boulder came down on his plaid clothed back he felt the pressure of it breaking and splintering off. Satisfied as he saw the pieces flying in different directions.
"H-how did you do that?" Kyla asked in shock. Clark now getting off of her.
"Just adrenaline, I guess."
"Adrenaline? That rock must have been over 300 pounds. You smashed it to pieces." She replied. "What can you shoot fire from your eyes as well?" Clark looked away a little like he was caught in the act, as he begins to walk away from her. "Oh my god. I was just joking. You- You really are Naman!"
"I don't know what I am" He replies in defeat.
Clark watched as Professor Joseph Willowbrook approached him with a parcel in his hands. "Clark." He began. "I'm truly sorry for the way things have turned out. I want you to have this." He said as he unwrapped the parcel. Showing the bracelet Kyla had worn. She had said it was meant for Naman's true wife. "You take this for when the time is right. They will know what to do with it when the time comes."
Not wanting to offend the older man since he felt responsible for the death of Kyla he accepted the gift.
"Thank you, sir. You have nothing to be sorry about, I'm the one who should be sorry." Clark said as serious as he could. Wanting the man to believe it.
On Clarks 16th birthday he was greeted by Joseph Willowbrook at the door to the farm house. Surprised to see him after a few weeks of no communication after Kyla's death, Clark let him in.
"Clark I know it's been a while. How have you been?" Joseph asked. The man now taking a seat at the kitchen table. The noon day sun shining through the open windows.
"I've been doing good, the farm's keeping me busy. How have you been? I haven't spoken to you since. . ." Clark trailed off looking out the window. He felt as if Kyla had been a sister to him. He couldn't explain it. The loss hurt even though he didn't know her long.
"It is alright. I have been better. Although I know you know I did not come here for a social visit." The older man informed him.
"I did have a hunch." Clark said lamely.
"I know you will continue to do so with me, but I know you deny being Naman. Kyla told me. I just came to inform you of something that I don't think you know about just for better judgement. Sageeth."
Clark stared at the Native man for a second wondering if he'd spoken a magic word or something. "What's Sageeth." He asked, curious.
"Sageeth is said to be a friend to Naman, eventually a partner. Naman and Sageeth represent the balance between goodness and darkness. And are thus intertwined and symbiotic." Joseph explained.
At this Clark's interest was piqued. "What do you mean symbiotic?"
"When Sageeth comes into their birthright they will need to get energy from somewhere. Darkness doesn't fill you with a lot of energy, does it? Naman gets his energy from the yellow sun, so story says. Sageeth gets their energy from Naman. The greater the distance and the greater the length of time these two are apart the longer this symbiotic relationship will tax Naman."
Joseph knew this boy was the right one right then. He could tell in his body language. He was right.
"Have you been feeling at all more tired than normal?" Joseph asked.
"No." Clark denied. He knew it sounded flat even to him, and he'd said it. Truth was since the beginning of May he had been needing to sleep longer than normal. Not waking up as soon as the sun rose. As he'd been doing since he could remember.
"Clark this will get worse, and if Sageeth is not found it could kill you." Joseph said in a serious tone. Leaving all pretenses. "If at any time you need help with this, my people can do that."
Clark couldn't stop and think now, maybe he was Naman. Things just didn't keep adding to coincidences this much for it not to be true.
Six months later Clark had confided in his parents about the story of Sageeth. Both Johnathan and Martha had been concerned about his ever more need for naps and how hard he was to wake up. He had told them how scared he was he'd never find this person.
He had yet to go to Joseph for help, but he told his parents if he ever didn't wake up that they were to go to him first.
It had been a year since Harry had joined the Hallows, and currently he was sitting in the break room of Smallville Medical Center's Staff lounge waiting for the time to punch in.
Luna had had a vision concerning him and told him if he wanted a future that he could blend in with he needed to move to this small town in America and become a volunteer for their hospital. That's all she had told him. She was always so vague on her visions it irked him so much.
Things back in England had gotten so bad anyways. He needed a fresh start. No one but Luna knew he was the Master to all three Hallows, and being stuck with those bigots who wanted to control so much power while he had it was not something he wanted to do.
So he had contacted America's Government for Magic and applied for a Visa and Citizenship. Now that they were approved he could get on with his new life.
He had bought a house on the outskirts of town that used to belong to a woman with the first name of Nell. He couldn't remember her last name.
Glancing at the clock he noticed it was time to start his 3-hour shift. He may have money from his parents to last him and his children's children enough that they don't have to work, but he was bound to get suspicions if a 17-year-old kid with no parents stayed at home all day.
He was just about done with his shift when his supervisor had asked if he wanted to read to some kid his age who was passing away. He was on what they called Comfort Care and the parents had requested someone spend time with the boy when they couldn't come in. They were apparently running a farm and couldn't be here 24/7.
Entering the room with the book he'd grabbed he was surprised to find not some small aged kid like he'd thought. This guy must have played some serious sports. He was above 6' tall and muscled. Midnight black hair lay across his sculpted face.
The name on the door read Clark Kent. Kent. Wasn't that the farm he lived next to?
Looking again, Harry could see that the feel of death was all over this kid. Looking deeper he tried to find out what was causing this kid to pass before his time. Only to drop the book in shock as he felt not Death's signature but his death signature chained to the kid's life force. He was killing this kid!