Author's notes: First order of business, the Hereafter-story is not on hold. I just thought it would be a good idea to throw this out there and see what kind of opinions it wakes up.

Second, this crossover happens in a different universe than then the other first four stories. As the first scene shows, Superman here is Henry Cavill's Man of Steel-version.

Arrival

''I'm tired of safe,'' teenaged son told his father as the family drove in the country. ''I just wanna do something useful with my life.''

''So feeding people, farming, that's not useful?'' the father asked.

''I didn't say that,'' son said.

''Our family has been farming for five generations, Clark'' father told his son.

''Your family, not mine,'' Clark said pointing out his status as being adopted. ''I… I don't even know why I'm listening to you. You're not my dad. You're just some guy who found me in the field.''

''Clark!'' Clark's adopted mother said shocked of her son's behavior and made him quiet down.

''It's alright, Martha,'' the father said, not offended but understanding. ''He is right. Clark has a point. We're not your parents. But we have been doing the best we can. We have been making this up the we go along and… maybe that hasn't been enough.''

Clark felt bad about what he had said. He was about to apologize but suddenly his father stopped the car. As Clark looked where his father was watching, he saw a tornado. It was approaching them and other cars fast.

''Get to the overpass tunnel!'' Clark's father told him and his mother as they got out of the car. ''GO!''

Everyone else who had also been on the road also abandoned their vehicles and began to run towards the cover of the overpass tunnel. As Clark's family ran to safety, the helped other people also get out of their cars as some had gotten their safety belts jammed and couldn't get out.

''Hank's still in the car!'' Clark's mother said suddenly reminding them of their dog.

Clark was about to turn around and get Hank, but his father handed him the little girl he had been carrying and went himself. As Clark and his mother got to the overpass they managed to see their car had been thrown over by the increased wind and another car had squeezed it with its weight. Watching, Clark saw Hank running towards them, but his father was limping back, with the tornado not far behind him.

''JONATHAN!'' Clark's mother yelled for her husband.

Clark was about run and save his father, but Jonathan raised his hand and shook his head. He didn't want Clark to show all these people what his son could do. They might not respond positively to all that and were not ready to know. Clark and his mother could only watch as the tornado swallowed the cars on the road and Jonathan Kent with them.

''DAAAAAD!''

Clark woke up from his old nightmare. The worst day of his life that had happened two years ago today. Life had always been hard for someone like him, with the things he could, but at least Clark had had his parents to support him and give him guidance. And then Clark had let his father die, because he believed in him. Mom was still alive and living in Smallville, but Clark had to leave there. He needed to find answers and the only clue he had was the silvery spike with the S-symbol hanging from his neck.

Right now, Clark was in a cargo ship arriving in London, Britain. Could have been worse, he had only learnt of the destination after getting aboard it. Working there had also helped Clark make money he was probably going need. Wasn't much, but he could always make more. Somehow, legally or illegally. Without any specific destination, Clark was merely a drifting traveler trying to find his place in the world.

''Hey, Kansas,'' some crew member told Clark as he was leaving the ship, ''good luck out there.''

Clark didn't say anything, but gave back a nod and an assuring smile. He was wondering if it was a good idea to go alone but what was already done was done. He could have asked Pete to come with him. Pete knew what Clark could do, maybe. But no, Clark had left alone. Guess that was better so he didn't have to worry about his friend's safety. Hell, Clark didn't even know if it would have been a good idea to trust some other crewmember that might have been leaving the ship as well and ask them to travel with him or awhile.

After stepping out of the ship and walking some miles, Clark noticed that London was foggy and cold with calm and awful weather. The city itself was alive with people, so many people with so many sounds and voices. Clark concentrated his hearing to cut out what he didn't want to hear. Gossiping, negotiations, conversations and whispers that might as well have been shouts and screams heard in Clark's ears. He heard everything there was to hear and as interesting as it all was, none of it was for Clark to hear:

You left me for that…

Some weather again…

I heard that…

Can you send one of those…

I have practiced…

…to contact the Order…

no new series from that TV-movie…

Clark entered a coffee shop and closed the door behind him. Its walls weren't made of lead so he could still hear all that noise but at least less than all of it. Turning around to see the other people in the coffee shop, Clark saw that he stood out from the crowd with his ship work clothes. There were some teenagers who were wearing noticeably a size too small clothes and workmen among the customers. That made Clark the third party there with his light brown jacket, jeans and cap. Trying not to look weird, Clark walked past the other customers, who were preoccupied with their own business, to the counter.

''Just got off the ship, honey?'' asked the dark skinned salesgirl behind the counter smiling at Clark.

''Oh, yeah, just did,'' Clark said rather awkwardly to the salesgirl's complimenting hospitality and took the cap off his head. ''I'll have a… cappuccino. Hot, because of the weather. Its cold out.''

''It is,'' the salesgirl, Teri as Clark caught her name in her nametag, said as she began to make Clark's coffee. ''Are you a tourist or-''

''Potter is there.'' ''With the bloodtraitor and the mudblood.''

''Just passing through,'' Clark answered looking around the coffee shop.

He had just heard something troubling. Thought Clark tried not to eavesdrop on other people, his hearing sometimes picked up some things people said and now Clark thought it had caught something worth listening.

''Mudblood and the bloodtraitor can be killed, but the Dark Lord wants to kill Potter himself.''

''What?'' Clark asked aloud, in a low whisper and looked to where he had heard that last line. The workmen were the ones speaking.

''And the muggles?'' ''They can be cursed.''

Clark raised his eyebrow. He understood that England had some different slangs and words from America's, but those call names and talks of killing someone were bad signs. Turning to look at the other customers in the coffee shop, Clark saw the teenagers consisting two seventeen year old boys (one with red hair, other with dark hair and glasses) and an eighteen year old girl(sandy brown, bushy hair). Their speech however seemed, muffed and wasn't coming to be heard, even with Clark's hearing.

But from their body language, Clark saw that the teenagers were worried of themselves and something else. Taking a quick notice of their clothes again, Clark saw that the clothes they were wearing were tight and a size too small, like they had just changed into them. The three were on the run and those workmen were after them.

''Your cappuccino, honey,'' Teri said surprising Clark, who had been preoccupied with eavesdropping.

''Oh, yeah, thanks,'' Clark said taking his coffee and dropped the payment for it to Teri.

Then he went to sit near the teenagers so he could see the workmen and hear the teenagers better. The dark haired boy with glasses took a notice of Clark's presence, to which Clark gave back a friendly smile and probably looked like shmuck to them. Clark turned his gaze to the workmen and used his enhanced vision to see if they had weapons hidden on them. They didn't and Clark didn't see any hidden under the table either. What he did saw were some kind of sticks.

As the workmen drew out their sticks and pointed them at the teenagers, the teenagers drew out theirs and Clark witnessed some kind of lightshow where both parties were firing each other with beams coming from the said sticks.

''Avada Kedavra!'' the Workmen yelled.

''Stupify!'' the teenager yelled back as they fired their beams.

Having already heard that the workmen were there to kill, Clark used his breath to blow their sticks of their hands and so giving the teenagers the advantage. With Clark's help, the fight was over almost immediately. Clark got up from his table as the girl fired a beam at Teri, muttering 'Obliviate' and then turned her stick at Clark.

''I don't think so,'' Clark said, before using his speed to snatch the girl's stick and the boys' as well. ''Now, who's gonna explain to me what just happened and give me a reason hand these back?''

Author's notes: To continue what i started up there, this story is set during the Deathly Hollows in 1997. In Man of Steel, the gravestone of Jonathan Kent told that he died in 1995 and Superman said he has been on Earth for 33 years by 2013. By using math, I have deduced that Clark should be 17-18 years old, same aged as Harry, Ron and Hermione.

I am asking you to review should this story be continued with this logic. I'm still writing Hereafter, but if this story manages to gather enough followers, I'll continue working on this too.

EDIT: ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!? THE HURRICANE HAS BEEN SWITCHED INTO TORNADO! THERE! I FIXED IT!