Tales of Krypton

Summary: Mere days before the inevitable destruction of Krypton, Scientist Jor-El makes a last ditch effort to preserve the Kryptonian way of life. In order to ensure the survival of his infant son, he cloned a sample of Kal-El's genetic sequence and sent it to Earth... Harry Potter/Smallville

AN: Well I've decided to fore go my original plans and merge the canon's for this particular ficlet into one happy world. At random intervals I'll more than likely post some side bits for story purposes when ever they hit me, just random things to flesh out the storyline a bit. Like how Kon/Harry came to be...Well for the most part Harry will be Harry until it is time for Kon-El to arise...And also the omake chapters will also have previews of future events...including a glimpse at some of DC's more infamous Icons...

And before I forget thanks to my first Six reviewers:

MerryMow; Shura3; henriette; Touch of the Wind; Tolotos;

and Plushie Kitsune. You guys rock ass, know that this ones for you...

Disclaimer: I really hate writing these, but it has to be done so F-it...I don't own Superboy, Superman, the Teen Titans or any other Detective Comics characters I deem worthy to place in this work of fiction, same goes for the characters of Smallville and the World of Harry Potter, as noted by J.K.R. Nor, do I partake of any of the royalties and paydays attributed to said properties, not now or over until the day the I die, or until Jo takes me as her Half-Vampire Cabana Boy...

Chapter One: Visions

A young boy stands before a tall crystalline structure. All around him the land is a vast frozen wasteland. The glare of the light reflecting off the fortress's crystalline walls, briefly blinds him. The cold air whips around him as he stands alone before the monument. He has no idea was it is or why he is there, but he knows that he is meant to be here, that this place is home, it is here that he will find his answers to his purpose.

He reaches up to brush the hair from his face. His fingers pausing briefly at the faint scar atop his head. He lowers his hand and looks at it with astonishment. There in the center of his hand directly in the middle of his palm, sit a symbol. A glyph, nothing more, nothing less, granted it is strange and unfamiliar. He cannot help but somehow recognize that he should know its meaning.

As he stares at the symbol upon his hand, a bright light begins to glow. Yes, he remembers now, this place his been here before. How he does not know, perhaps in a dream, yes a dream is where he has lived these moments before. He waits, the voice shall come now. He remembers the voice, almost fondly, before remembering the pain that comes with it. The voice hurts him, makes him feel angry, hurt, and alone.

The light becomes a poisonous green glow dully lighting the boy's face with its faint glow. Those rocks the green crystals they make him sick, cause him pain he tries to move away, only to fall to the ground. The crystals glow brighter now as their victim, slowly falls into their grasp. The boy collapses onto the ground with a anguished gasp as he body began to seize up. Just as the pain became almost unbearable, he suddenly finds himself standing in th middle of a large cave.

All around him the are more of the strange glyphs. He turns toward the main wall, there in its center the is a large circular emblem. Within each spiral lie more of the glyphs and a octagonal indentation. The boy makes his way toward the wall. Just as he reaches it the pattern begins to glow and swirl. He places his hand on the indentation and a bright light fills the cave.

'WELCOME, MY SON...'

A loud voice rings out from the light. The boy turns to see the wall is gone, replaced by a large room, a stone pillar lies within.

'THE TIME...HAS COME...'

The pillar begins to glow softly. A low hum can be heard.

'SOON YOU WILL RECIEVE...'

The glow began to fill the room swallowing the boy in its brilliance.

'THE CALL IS NEAR...HE APPROACHES...ACCEPT YOUR DESTINY...'

The boy began to scream in pain as his body began to seize and convulse. His skin as if it were on fire. His insides twisting and knotting uncontrollably.

'THE TIME OF MAN HAS COME...HE SHALL RULE...A GOD AMONG MEN...THE REIGN BEGINS'

The boy bolted upright suddenly and immediately retched upon the floor. He continued to heave until he stomach was emptied and even then his body continued to convulse. The moment he had some sibilance of control he leaned his aching back against the hard oaken dresser. Slowly, he reached up and placed his hand upon the medallion around his neck. The moment his skin touched the small metallic charm an refreshing chill swept through his aching body.

As, the pain began to leave him, he gave a tired sigh.

'At least this one didn't make me scream. At least not like last time.'

The boy's mind wandered back to the beginning of the summer when the dreams began. He'd woken up screaming in pain only to have his family awaken. Must to their displeasure. He'd been punished rather well for that one. As he brought his thoughts to the present, he contemplated the strange glyphs from his dream. The ones very much like his charm, it had been his mother's,

He'd found it during a trip to the attic, he'd taken to going there to seek solitude and peace. As he sat there most nights he would stare at the stars and feel somewhat at peace with the world. It reminded him of flying, oh, how he wished that one day he would soar amongst the clouds free. No worries, fears or anxieties to hold him back. He gazed longingly at the broomstick propped against the wall.

Sighing, softly as he took in his surroundings, the boy began to contemplate his next course of action. These dreams had become more frequent and now their after effects had begun to take a toll on his body. He sat there for a moment, before resigning himself to the task at hand.

With an audible grunt the boy pulled himself to his feet and made his way to the desk in the opposite corner of the room. Taking a quill in his hand he began to scribble a note upon a sheet of parchment. If there was anyone who could possibly explain these strange goings on it would be him.

The boy rolled up the parchment and offered it to the white owl next on the open window sill.

"Here girl take this to Professor Dumbleodre. Maybe he can help..."

The boy broke off his train of thought when he remembered exactly who he was referring to. No Dumbledore wouldn't be assisting anymore. Severus Snape had made sure of that. Now with Dumbledore and Sirius gone, he was without a voice of guidance. He was all alone and he had no idea what to do next.

Everything had finally come to a head and now it seemed as if everything now rested on his shoulders. Voldemort and his Deatheathers, the Hocruxes, The Prophecy, the Ministry, school, life in general had finally caught up to him and now he didn't have one person left who could possibly understand what he was feeling.

Despite all the comforting letters and heart felt apologies that he received from his friends it still remained a constant fact that no matter how hard they, tried they could never, and would never understand what he was feeling and comprehend exactly what it meant to be The-Boy-Who-Lived.

'I'd bet Ron would sure love a go at that one.' the boy scoffed as his thoughts turned to his red-haired best friend. 'look at me I'm Ron Weasley 'The-Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived' Sod Off Malfoy I'm richer and more popular than you.'

The boy sighed again and resolved himself to standing. He began to push himself of the floor when he suddenly dropped to the floor and began to writhe in pain. Unable to scream for help as his vocal cords constricted tightly, not that it would have done him any good to do so.

It seemed as if his body had a mind of it's own twisting and contorting. His many muscles and limbs clenching and tightening to various degrees. As he grit his teeth to try and block out the pain, it ended no more than a brief moments time it had come and gone like that. He lay there gasping for air for some time before attempting to stand again. As he stood there with one hand pressed to the desk to support his weight, he raised his eyes skyward in an silent plea to whatever deity was watching.

'I wonder if this is all part of the BWL package if so Ron and any other disillusioned fool can have it. God it hurts so much. Whoever is doing this please stop. I can't take this anymore. Please just tell me what do you want from me.'

He gave a cry as his eyes rolled up into his head and his legs began to buckle. His head making a dull thud as it connected with the wooden boards of the floor. Already too far gone to notice his surroundings slightly warp as his vision began to fade. His never noticed the medallion around his neck began to glow. The only thing his barely lucid mind could comprehend before it shut down was the voice whispering in his ear... Almost to faint to hear clearly...

'THE TIME HAS COME...FOR YOU TO FULFILL YOUR DESTINY...SIX SOLAR CYCLES...'

The clock on the nightstand rolled over to 00:00. Midnight July 25th. Six days till the boy's 17th birthday.

'On the eve of your birth you, shall awaken'

End Chapter

AN: So what do you guys think. I wants some feedback on what you guys think of the story so far. I'm trying to make it as fluid as possible with the transition from Harry Potter to Kon-El. I'm using my extensive comics knowledge to try and stay as true to the characters as possible but at the same time make each my own...Anyway hopefully updates will be a little more frequent...Till Next Time...