Kal-El Potter
By: BYoshi1993
Summary: Harry Potter is Kal-El of Krypton. He came to Earth was discovered by the Potter family and was magically adopted by them, thus taking on a few of their characteristics. He was raised with them until Voldemort came and he was placed with his magic hating relatives. Now seven years later, this is his story.
Chapter 1
Harry Potter, also known as Kal-El but not to anyone of Earth that was alive, was unusual. On the surface he looked to be a smaller-than-usual, young child with messy black hair and innocent emerald eyes, but if one were to look underneath they would find a multitude of differences that made Harry Potter special.
Ever since he was little, he had been able to do extraordinary things. He could run faster than a speeding car, had the strength of ten men, and developed near invulnerability, all before he had turned seven. He had of course kept all of his abilities a secret from his relatives, fearing their reaction. Now as a seven going on eight year old, Harry had discovered something even more unusual, but not completely unexpected, than any other ability he had. He preferred to refer to it as magic. He had discovered he could teleport wherever he wanted with just a thought, a bit of concentration, and some magic. He had discovered this ability while at school running from his cousin, Dudley, and his gang of fellow miscreants. While running, he found himself in an alleyway between two buildings. As his cousin was nearly coming around the bend, he wished himself away and found himself on top of the school roof confused and scared, where he was found by the school janitor an hour later.
Since that incident Harry has been locked in the house, rather in his room, the cupboard under the stairs. Now, one would assume with Harry's magnificent powers he could break out easily, but his is not so. It was not that he was unable to break out, it's just that after he did it the first time, his Uncle, not knowing that it was intentional and chalked it up to being a one-time, abnormal accident, threatened to send him to an orphanage, a place he had heard horror stories about, a place where he didn't want to go to. And while he did not love his relatives, he didn't hate them either and was forced to comply with their demands. Since then he had decided against showing his relatives any more of his powers, or anyone else for that matter, for fear of being sent to an orphanage or be examined like the older kids in school do to the frogs in science class.
While in the cupboard, he had discovered yet another ability. This power was the power to change his body. He discovered it before he found his "teleporting" ability when his Aunt Petunia had shaved nearly all of his hair off, nearly because she had left just enough to cover his "freakish scar," as his Aunt had always muttered. While fearing his schoolmates' reactions to his new hair "style," he sat on his cot wishing for it to be the way it was before. After a few moments thinking about how he looked before the haircut, he had discovered his hair had grew back. Surprisingly, he was not punished for his "freakishness," his Uncle Vernon's favorite phrase to describe everything unusual that happened around Harry.
Now here he was, still trying to figure out his transforming ability. The reason for this is because his cupboard was a bit…tight nowadays. It was big enough when he was five, but now that he was nearly eight it just didn't work out. While a normal child would ask for a different room, Harry couldn't because the first rule he learned since arriving on the Dursley's doorstep was don't ask questions. This unfortunate discovery was made when he questioned his Aunt on how he had gotten his scar, which he was silently fond of. He remembered that she snarled in disgust and screeched, "Your drunken, good for nothing parents died in a car crash leaving us respectable people with you! Don't ask questions!" That was the end of questions in the Dursley's household for Harry Potter.
Harry examined his small cupboard. He found a few spiders, a small-mouse, and various garments scattered around the small enclosure. The emerald-eyed child was used to the little critters that liked to scurry around his "room" and had learned to live with them. The four-by-four foot enclosure had a small cot where he slept, a ragged blanket that looked like a rag with holes, a vacuum cleaner, various cleaning utensils, and the accompanying chemicals: bleach, glass cleaner, laundry detergent, etc. If the items were relocated to somewhere else, he could sleep somewhat comfortably, but with them it was near impossible, which brings Harry's dilemma to be all the more clearer.
The young, superhuman child concentrated on what he wanted and began to shrink. His hands started to grow smaller as did his feet, his torso shrank and his face became rounder to that of a younger child, and his internal organs shrank to be proportional to his body. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see that the cupboard was a bit bigger than it was before, something he never considered would be possible.
'I did it!' Harry thought, but his small victory was cut short with his cupboard door opening and his Uncle's shout.
"Get out here boy and fix us dinner you ungrateful freak!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon," replied Harry monotonously.
Harry walked out into the living room. On the shelves were pictures of Dudley and his various exploits at zoos and theme parks with his parents and friends for his birthday, Christmas, and even just because the Dursleys felt like going out. There were no pictures of Harry. No proof that another child lived with the family. He was always left at Mrs. Figg's house. Mrs. Figg was a lady absolutely obsessed with cats. Every time Harry came to stay while the Dursley family was away, she forced him to sit down with her and talk about her endless number of cats she has or had, each with a picture and an hour long story. Harry guessed that they weren't even half way through the picture album. The room was immaculate with not a spot of dust or dirt to be seen all done by Harry's labor.
In the kitchen the family was assembled at the dining table. Harry's Aunt Petunia, a person not even comparable to a flower of any kind, physically, mentally, or emotionally, was sipping her tea. She had a long neck, unusually so, and a tall, skinny frame. She often liked to spy on the neighbors for any "juicy" gossip she could talk with her "book club" that met at her house biweekly. Her Husband, Vernon, on the other hand, had hardly any neck to speak of, a large mustache, and an exceptionally hefty frame. His cousin, Dudley, also called "Sweetums" or "popkin" by his Aunt, was built as well, or as bad, as his father. He had an average face with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a large frame near the size of a baby hippo, and multiple chins.
Harry, still as small as a five year old, went unnoticed by his relative and started dinner. He changed back into and eight year old discreetly, his relative too caught up in their own devices, for the longer reach, and he made fried chicken from at least four full chickens, mashed potatoes and gravy, and a salad for his Aunt, and array of bread ranging from rolls to garlic bread. There was enough food for a Thanksgiving feast, but it was quickly devoured by the two Dursley pigs, leaving nothing but scraps for Harry and tap from the sink. When the three Dursleys were finished with their meal, they left for the living room to watch the tele, while Harry was left with the dishes. When he was done with the dishes, he swabbed the kitchen with a sponge and chemicals from his cupboard and took out the trash. Afterwards, he returned to the cupboard after his Aunt's usual inspection of his work was found satisfactory.
When inside, he heard a click, signaling he was stuck inside until morning, and it was safe for him to change back into his five year old self. The young boy practiced changing various parts of his body, making them longer or shorter, older or younger, and even changing the colour of his hair and skin. When he was done, he looked like a complete clown, right down to the white face and red nose. He changed back into his normal looking younger self and went to sleep on his cot, waiting for the next day for school, chores, and if he was lucky, time to experiment with his powers.
A/N: Okay that's it. This is my new idea, and I'm actually happy with the outcome. This idea came to me while actually watching Smallville and slowly became annoyed at Clark, Lana, Lex, Chloe, and everyone else, so I make my own "Clark" and added Harry Potter into the mix. And Presto! Kal-El Potter. I think that the next chapter will be a time skip to the future; I don't really know to when. The reason for Harry metamorph abilities will be explained later. The reason I had him de-age himself was because I could and don't understand why I've never seen it in a story before so…I've got dibs. :D Anyway, tell me what you think. Should I continue?