Chapter 1
The Meteor Shower
"Chores, Jonathan. Work keeps a man honest."
The words of his father, Hiram Kent, ran through Jonathan Kent's mind as he stood hammering at a fence. The posts were situated but the connecting posts were not all put up. He was going post by post, hammering the connectors on.
Despite his mandate to do work on this farm, sometimes, he wished he could go inside and take a break. He and his wife, Martha, didn't have enough money to hire other people to help on the farm. Occasionally, they were able to pay their neighbor, Ben Hubbard, to help them a little. However, most of the time, Jonathan was left to do the work by himself.
While Jonathan did the outside work, Martha did the work inside the house. In the twentieth century, Jonathan and Martha Kent were one of the only traditional families left. They were your average, middle class, conservative, evangelical, farm family. The two of them were also happy about this. They saw what money did to a person and felt it was better that they just didn't have too much.
The only thing they were unhappy about, though, was that Martha was unable to have children. The doctors had said that she would never have a child. She was not physically able. A few months ago, Jonathan and Martha had sat down and prayed, asking God that if there was any way possible, to give them a child and to use him or her in a mighty way.
Jonathan looked at his watch to see that it was 11:45.
"I think it's about time for a lunch break," Jonathan said to himself.
Jonathan took the back end of the hammer and stuck it into the fence and went into the house. When he got inside, Martha was already cooking lunch.
"Smells delicious, sweetheart," Jonathan complimented.
"Thank you. It should be done in a couple of minutes," Martha replied.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Jonathan said.
Jonathan went into the bathroom to wash his sweaty face. After doing so, he walked back into the kitchen to see Martha hunched over the counter holding her head.
"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked.
"I'm very dizzy," Martha replied. "Everything is spinning."
Jonathan walked over and turned the oven off. He then pulled out a cooking mitten and pulled the food from the oven. He set it on the counter and turned back to Martha.
"Sit down," Jonathan said.
Martha began to walk towards the table but staggered as if she was drunk. Jonathan turned to look at the food.
"Did you cook this stuff with bourbon?" Jonathan asked confused.
"I don't…I have never been this dizzy," Martha said grabbing onto the counter.
"Come on. You are going to the doctor," Jonathan said.
Jonathan now sat in the room he and Martha had been taken after they had examined her. The doctor opened the door and walked in.
"What's the verdict, Doc?" Jonathan asked.
"You are completely healthy, Martha. There is no health problems related to this," the doctor said. "However, there is something you should know. You are four months pregnant."
"Pregnant?" Jonathan said puzzled.
"Yes," the doctor replied.
"There must be a mistake. We have been told that she could never have a baby," Jonathan replied.
"If there was a situation like that, it's not there anymore. She is perfectly capable of giving birth," the doctor replied.
Jonathan drove the truck as he and Martha headed home. They were extremely happy. Their prayers had finally been answered. Martha had gotten pregnant. Now, the question was whether the child would be used in a mighty way, like they had requested.
As Jonathan drove, Martha began to speak.
"Jonathan, if it's a boy, I want to name him after my father," Martha replied.
"Sounds good. Clark Kent," Jonathan replied.
"And if it's a girl…" Martha started.
Suddenly, there was an explosion behind the truck. Both of them looked out the back window to see what was happening.
"What's happening, Jonathan?" Martha said frantically.
A meteor had crashed into the cornfield behind them. Another crash came from in front of the truck. Jonathan turned and looked to see a cloud of smoke. He slammed on the breaks as the truck flew into the smoke. He lost control and fell unconscious.
Jonathan awoke upside down in the truck. Martha was next to him and both of them were still buckled in with their arms hanging toward the roof. They looked around to see that the truck was upside down in a crater.
Then, they looked out the window and saw a naked toddler looking into their vehicle.
After getting out of the vehicle, Jonathan and Martha began looking around the crater to try and figure out where the toddler had come from.
"Kids just don't fall out of the sky, Martha," Jonathan said.
"Then where did he come from?" Martha asked.
"I don't know. But he must have parents," Jonathan said.
Jonathan and Martha stumbled upon something in the crater that they never would have expected. A spaceship looking craft was crashed in the dirt.
"Well if he does, they definitely aren't from Kansas," Martha said.
Jonathan looked at Martha who was holding the boy. She seemed to be rather attached to the boy.
"Sweetheart, we can't keep him. What will we tell people, we found him out in a field?" Jonathan asked.
"We didn't find him, he found us," Martha said.
Jonathan looked back at the spaceship and then up into the sky. It looked as though they were about to adopt a son and give birth to a child also.
Albus Dumbledore walked down Privet Drive. The day had been filled with constant news of the defeat of the evil wizard, Lord Voldemort. The wizarding world had been at war with Voldemort and his followers for years. However, this night, Voldemort had travelled to the home of James and Lily Potter and murdered them and then went attempted to kill their son, Harry. However, Voldemort's killing curse had repelled off of Harry and killed Voldemort.
Dumbledore held up his deluminator. Instantly, all of the street lights on Privet Drive came into the deluminator. Privet Drive was now so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Dumbledore looked down and saw a cat sitting on the sidewalk.
"So good to see you, Professor McGonagall," Dumbledore smiled.
The cat looked up at Dumbledore and began to walk. As it walked, it transformed into a woman. Dumbledore saw Minerva McGonagall now standing in front of him.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," McGonagall said. "So, I take it the news is true with you being at Privet Drive?"
"Unfortunately, yes," Dumbledore said. "Voldemort is dead as are James and Lily."
"And what of Harry?" McGonagall asked.
"He is being brought to us," Dumbledore said.
At that moment, two men apparated on the street. Dumbledore recognized them as Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Sirius was carrying a baby in a blanket.
"Good evening, Albus, Minerva," Lupin said.
"Good evening? What was the situation? Did you face any problems?" Dumbledore asked.
"The house was nearly destroyed," Sirius said. "We got Harry out before the aurors got there to clean the place up."
Dumbledore took Harry Potter from Sirius's arms. McGonagall took a look at the scar upon Harry's forehead that was shaped like a lightning bolt.
"Is that where….?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes. He will have that scar forever," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore walked toward the door of Number 4, Privet Drive. He set Harry down at the doorstep and set a letter beside him. He then turned to Minerva, Remus, and Sirius.
"That is all we need to do for now," Dumbledore said. "It is time for us to leave."
Remus and Sirius nodded and began to walk towards the street. Minerva approached Dumbledore.
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" Minerva asked. "He will be famous. What will it be like for him growing up not knowing who he is. Not knowing that he is the boy who lived."
"Growing up in that kind of environment could go to anyone's head. He is far better off growing up never knowing about his fame, until he is ready," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore looked at the lightning scarred baby. "Good luck, Harry Potter."