A/N: Okay guys, my sister and I just HAD to do it No I haven't abandoned 'chaos', but some plot bunny's demand attention and I needed to write something to get back in the swing of things. You can consider this a Two-Shot.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the characters from the JLU and what-not don't belong to me.

The Meteor Twins

Chapter One:

Harry's average day?



It was a Tuesday.

Just your normal, average, every week-it-happens, Privet Dr. Tuesday. Nothing spectacular or new was happening, nor was there any sign that something interesting at all was going to happen anytime soon. Harry Potter was in his cousin, Dudley's, second bedroom like he usually was, reading a Hogwarts textbook, like he usually did when there was nothing else to do, like every other day of the week.

So, when a silver sphere flew through the window and halted, hovering steadily in front of his nose, he wasn't too surprised.

"Figures." Harry grumbled drawing his wand and getting to his feet. Of course something would happen today, he was actually getting an average day (well, for him anyway), and the celestial commando's of the universe couldn't have that, could they? Noooo.

Carefully, he prodded the polygon with the tip of his wand. It didn't budge, or scream, or burst into a flying maniacal death machine, so Harry cautiously prodded it with the tip of his finger.

"DNA recognition confirmed, Greetings Kar-El." Harry jumped back and pointed his wand at the metal shape that had just spoken in an artificial, yet American accented, male voice.

"My names Harry, not Carl." said Harry. He was slowly beginning to relax. This thing thought he was someone else, meaning, it was simply lost, and had nothing to do with him. He hoped.

"Correction. Your Earthian name is Harry, so given to you by Lily and James Potter. Your Kryptonian name is Kar-El, so given to you by Jorr-El and Lara-El."

"Wha-?"

"Artificially Intelligent Hologram Code: Jorr-El." Interrupted the metal shape."Engaged."

A light flickered to life from the pentagon shape on top. A wavering image appeared, then solidified into a man not eight inches tall.

"My son," The man looked down at Harry with a soft and loving smile. "When you receive this message, Krypton, our home planet, will have been destroyed. You, one of twin sons of the El family, Kar, and your brother, Kal, were sent to Earth moments before our planet was destroyed. I hope that you both have found each other, and if not, please seek him out. It is my wish that the both of you use the abilities the yellow sun grants you to protect and guide the Earthians to a better future. Your mother and I love you both most dearly and hope you have found a happy life on Earth. "The man flickered away.

"Transmission was damaged in the initial crash."The robot toned. "I have reconstructed some of Jorr-El's message to the best of my capabilities, but some information was lost. Kal-El's ship landed intact, his message is whole. I can however answer any questions you have of your journey, your brother's ship, and your arrival."

Harry slowly sat down on the bed, his head was spinning and he was having trouble controlling his breathing. The robot however, didn't seem to notice and continued on as if Harry was holding a conversation with it, instead of muttering 'I'm a fricken ALIEN?' to himself.

"That is partially correct." The robot stated matter-of-factually. "You are half-alien and half Kryptonian. During your journey your pod hull was damaged by an asteroid of former Krypton, injuring you. The AI-life support unit placed you in a stasis while it repaired itself and continued its journey to Earth. You were found by the Earthians James and Lily Potter."

Pictures appeared on smooth face of the machine as if it were a film screen. In awe, Harry saw the very much alive Lilly and James open a door on the crumpled metal remains burrowed in the ground, revealing a small bald baby floating in a chamber of liquid.

"The on-board computer explained that if you were to survive, it would need samples of DNA from them to restructure your damaged code. The Earthians eagerly cooperated; therefore, while most creatures of the universe have two sources of chromosomes, you have four. Four sets of code equals four parents. The pods AI had the order to give you the message by whatever means necessary. It used the last of its fuel to launch into a zero gravity space in order to reconstruct itself into me, your robotic servant." The robot circled Harry's head once. "If I may make a suggestion Master Kar-El, Your brother doesn't know you exist, his computer was alerted of the damag of your pod and assumed you had died. It factored to edit the information of your existence from the databases of Kal-El's ship. We should find your brother, his pod landed here some 18 years before your pod crashed- Kar-El? Master Kar-El, are you alright?"

No. He couldn't take it. Its not-it couldn't- no-no! He couldn't breathe. This was too much, even for him, too much. A cage had formed around his lungs, his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw before he passed out was the self-made calendar he'd pinned to the wall, marking his several month wait until he could return to Hogwarts.


The lobby of the Daily Planet News building was a swarm of busy, late, and frustrated activity. Among the many reporters, business men and women, native Metropolians, and tourists, was our hero. Wearing a red baseball cap, a t-shirt and jeans with a blue book bag on his shoulders, looking very much like a tourist. He was holding a piece of paper up to his bespectacled nose, squinting, and then looking around as if he were trying to make sense of where he was going. Finally, he made his was through the boisterous activity to the receptionists desk, where a young brunette girl was busily typing away.

"Excuse me, Miss."

The girl looked up in surprise at the soft, accented voice, and blinked at Harry. "Yes?"

"I'm looking for Clark Kent." Harry said. "Could you possibly point me in the right direction?" The young receptionist was only to happy to help, but only after Harry pronounced her full name several times.

Shrugging of this weird encounter, Harry took the lifts on the right side of the lobby up to the correct floor. Several people looked at him oddly as he passed them in the glassed corridors; he merely smiled and nodded as he walked past. Finally he reached a large airy room with giant windows and many rows of desks lined up just as the receptionist described.

Harry's breath suddenly caught in his throat.

There he was. Seated behind one of the front desks, penning something while nodding at whatever the woman sitting on the edge of his desk was saying.

His brother.

What if he doesn't like me? He seems pretty happy, maybe I should jus-

As if alerted by Harry's thoughts, Clark looked up and fixed his gaze on the nervous teenager.

Gryffindor courage. Gryffindor courage. Gryffindor courage.

Slowly, Harry took off his book bag and held it in front of him. He saw Clarks eyes shift to the book bag, then widen slightly. Harry nodded at him meaningfully and left the room quickly, heading to the janitors closet he had passed on his way in. He sat on an upturned bucket, nervously fidgeting with the zip to his book bag.

The Kryptonian robot had explained that it could locate the crash site of the pod, but first they had to escape Privet dr. Having a Kryptonian super-computer became supremely useful at this point. With its help, Harry neatly slipped out from underneath the Order's nose in only three days and made it all the way to Smallville, USA. A woman, whom was walking about in the area around the crash site, took one look at him and screamed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack.

As it turned out, this woman was Martha Kent, the adoptive mother of Kal-El. Harry, who looked exactly like his brother did at that age (for obvious reasons), had made her think that her son had gotten into some kind of trouble again and been turned into a teenager. She was calmed after Harry explained everything, becoming extremely teary eyed while insisting he have some of Kal-El's old clothes and things. Martha sent him off with a train ticket to Metropolis with his brothers Earth-name and where he worked written down on a piece of paper.

Harry's stomach burned with anxiousness.

All too soon, the door knob turned


Harry stared fixedly at is feet while Clark Kent, also known as Superman, listened to the message projected by the spherical robot floating next to him, all the while studying him nervously out of the corner of his eye. He was tall, a little over six feet, and muscular, a fact that was well hidden by his attire. His hair was short, black, but combed back smooth. He wore glasses, but Harry would bet he didn't need them. When his supposed Sire blinked out of existence, Harry waited, shoulders hunched, for his 'brothers' reaction.

He expected thrown objects, some yelling perhaps, he would have welcomed it in fact, anything but the choking silence. Harry determinedly did not look up, even as the silence seemed to go on for hours. Finally, the tightly wound coil of nerves in his stomach snapped.

He jumped to his feet, "I-I should probably go. I just- wanted- "Harry reached for the doorknob. One moment, he was grasping the metal handle, the next he was being held about almost foot off the ground by an incredibly strong pair of arms.

"I- I have a brother." A choked voice whispered near his ear.

"I don't know if it's true or not. Good things don't happen to me, it's probably a set up," Harry warned darkly, but he couldn't quite squash the tiny flicker he had left in him. In a small soft voice with a tone that betrayed his faint hope, he continued," but I've wanted family for as long as I can remember, and if you want, we could pretend that it's true, just for a little while?"

Clark turned Harry around in his arms as if he weighed less than a piece of paper, to look at him. Harry was slightly embarrassed to see his brothers' eyes were watery.

"We could do that. "

"ITS.SO.BEAU-TI-FULL!!!" The robotic sphere sobbed as if he were watching a soap opera. Clark looked at the robot incredulously, then back at Harry, who laughed a bit sheepishly.

"Well, there was a little bit of an accident on the way here..."


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