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Clark had taken Harry to the Kent's farm in superspeed after telling Lana and Chloe that they were going. Clark had checked for anyone around before blasting off with Harry in his arms. Once they reached the farm, Clark looked at Harry.

"It would have been faster if not for that piece of meteor rock around your neck." Clark said, nodding to the rock concealed by his shirt. Harry looked down at it before looking up at Clark in disbelief. "X-ray vision. Anyway, come on in, we need to tell my parents."

Harry nodded and followed Clark in silence. They entered the house through the back into the kitchen and found Clark's parents sitting at the counter drinking coffee.

"Mom, Dad, this is Harry."

Mr Kent held out his hand and Harry shook it, smiling lightly.

"Nice to meet you." Mrs Kent began. "I'm Martha and this is my husband Jonathan."

Harry smiled again.

"Yeah, but this is were it gets interesting. Apparently, he's my brother." Clark said, grinning slightly.

Martha almost dropped her coffee mug as Jonathan asked for an explanation. Harry handed him the letter. Jonathan read it and passed it to Martha, who just stared at then letter and then Harry.

"So your name is Zor-El? And your Kal-El is your brother?" Harry nodded. "What happened to your Earth parents?"

Harry sighed. "First, I must know if I can trust you to keep this as secret as you do Clark's." They all nodded and Harry sighed again. "Do you believe in magic?"

Jonathan laughed. "Your pulling our legs, aren't you?"

Clark joined in. "Magic doesn't exist."

Harry shook his head, stopping Mr Kent from his laughter. "Well, I am a wizard." He un strapped his wand from his wrist and showed it to them. "That's my wand. And if you need any more proof, I'll be able to show you something I have in my trunk."

"I think we need some more proof. This could just be a conductors baton." Martha said, the Kent family agreed.

Harry nodded and opened his trunk, taking out two things. His invisibility cloak and his Firebolt. He motioned for them to follow him outside and they moved into one of the Kent's fields. Harry told them that this might shock them before getting onto the broom and kicking off from the ground. He heard a gasp noise as he flew around the field, doing loops and turns. Once he finally touched back down, he turned to look at the shocked Kent family. He told them that if they needed more proof, this should help, and threw his cloak around himself, disappearing from the sight of the Kent's. All except Clark, who just concentrated at where he was, his eyes piercing through the invisibility cloak.

"Alright, but what does this do with your parents?" asked Jonathan.

"Around fifty years ago, there was a boy names Tom Riddle. He was a wizard born from an ancient and powerful bloodline, but was born into an orphanage. He went to a wizards school called Hogwarts and was top in all his classes. In his sixth year of Hogwarts, he found out how to open a Chamber underneath the school, created by one of the Founders of Hogwarts. He opened it and set its monster loose on the school, killing one of its students. After that, Riddle rearranged the letters in his name to make the new name of Lord Voldemort, which was used among his most intimate friends. After Riddle left Hogwarts, he had a very strong belief that all muggles – non magic people – and muggleborns – wizards born from muggles – were scum and people less than a pureblood wizard should not be able to learn magic. He began to gain followers who also thought this and very soon, launched a war against the Ministry of Magic. After ten years of fighting, Riddle had killed many people and went round to a house owned by the Potters. He killed the two Potters and turned on a young boy, casting the killing curse, which had destroyed so many people. The curse somehow rebounded and hit Riddle, removing his spirit from his body. The boy was hailed a hero and was known as the Boy Who Lived from then on. That boy was me."

Harry finished his long speech and was surprised when he was taken into a hug that rivalled Mrs. Weasley's by Martha. She had tears in her eyes by the time she let go. Harry smiled.

"I now realise that the only reason I survived was because I'm from Krypton."

"So who do you live with now?" asked Clark.

"My aunt and uncle. I came here for some answers."

Clark nodded, knowing what he wanted to know, but still asked. "To what questions?"

"Like, how does it feel to be different? How did you cope when you found out?"

"It was hard, but I managed to get through it with the help from my mom and dad."

Harry sighed, but nodded. He really wished his parents were alive right now.

"Listen, I think it would be a good idea if you stayed here with us for a while. Clark could help you with these things." Suggested Martha, looking at Jonathan for support. Jonathan nodded.

"Thank you Mrs Kent. I would love to."

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The next day saw Harry asking Clark about what powers he should expect to get, when Jonathan came up the stairs in their barn. He told the two teens that they would be out of town for the next few days, and asked if they could pile up the hay.

The two nodded and went downstairs to begin stacking the hay. Clark told Harry that if he wanted to get used to his superstrength, he should take off the necklace. Harry took it off and put it with the two other meteor rocks in the lead box he had in his trunk.

Harry jogged down to Clark and began lifting the hay stacks with surprising ease. As they were stacking, Clark started up a conversation.

"So, can you do magic without a wand, or do you have to use one?" he asked. Harry smiled, now he was the one answering the questions.

"Well, there are wizards and witches who can cast spells without wands, but most people think it to hard to learn and cant do it. Children, before they get their first wand, do accidental magic, which is when they get emotional and cant control their magic, lashing out with it. I cant do it though."

Clark nodded as another thought ran through his head. "Maybe, since the meteor rocks restrict our abilities, maybe they restrict your magic power as well? Why not try to do a spell without your wand now?"

Harry thought about this. "Its against the law for an underage wizard to magic outside of school. They monitor people's wands."

Clark grinned. "But do they monitor wandless magic? You said that most people thought it was impossible, they wont monitor it if they think you cant do it."

Harry grinned as well. "Alright, umm," He held out his hand. "Lumos." Nothing happened. "Lumos!" he said a bit more forcefully, but again, nothing happened. Harry growled and shouted it angrily. His hand lit up with a bright, piecing light, pure white in colour. Harry and Clark had to shield their eyes, it was so intense.

There was the sound of a car pulling up outside and Harry quickly said the counter. The light went out almost immediately and a car door slamming sounded. Clark went out to investigate and Harry heard a woman's voice.

"Lois, we cant do this tonight! The guy from Princeton's coming to meet me. Besides, my parents are out of town." Clark came in, his arms laden with party stuff.

"Relax, Smallville, its just going to be a few people standing around, singing 'Happy Birthday.' Mr Ivy league wont even know we're here. Ok? Now, are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Clark sighed. "Lois, Harry, Harry, Lois."

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"Yuh know," Harry began as he watched Clark finish wrapping Chloe's present. "You're really bad at wrapping."

"Yeah, maybe you need a woman's touch." Said a voice from the doorway. Harry and Clark turned around to see Lana in the doorway.

"Hey, Lana."

"Hello, Clark." They were talking as if Harry wasn't there, so he just slid back, trying not to be noticed. "It's a big box."

"It's, um, a gift for Chloe. Lois and I got it for her."

"I'm sure that she'll love it. 'Specially if its from you."

Harry stared at Lana. She felt different from when he first met her yesterday. It was if it was her, but not her.

"Look, um, I'm glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Jason."

"Oh, don't worry about it." She said silkily. "It's water under a very tall bridge." She was slowly making her way towards Clark and Harry could see a pair of scissors in her hand, hidden from view from Clark. Harry tried to speak but found he couldn't get his mouth to move, or sound to come out. It became apparent he was under a binding spell.

"Are you feeling ok? You seem a well, um, different."

"Well, maybe it's the company." She leaned in to him, stroking his cheek.

"Jason's my friend."

"Well he doesn't think so." She leaned in again, just as Harry broke through the spell, and tried to cut a piece of his hair off.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Harry could tell she was thinking quickly. "I wanted to take a lock of your hair for a scrap book I was making for Chloe's birthday."

Clark scowled. "All you had to do was ask."

"Well, where's the fun in that?"

Harry walked over. "Here, if you wanted it," He picked out a hair and gave it to her. "That enough?"

She smiled sweetly. "Perfect." She began to walk out. "Thanks handsome."

Once she was out Harry quickly turned to Clark. "Something's happened to her. She feels different. And what happened to the scissors?"

"Invulnerability. You'll get it too."

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The rest of the day consisted of Harry and Clark superspeeding around the barn, putting up the decorations for Chloe's party that night, with a surprise visit from Hedwig and a lot of other owls.

"You get owls to carry your mail?!" asked Clark, completely surprised by that fact.

"Yup. A lot quicker than the normal post services. And more reliable. Hedwig here, has been the best owl a guy could ask for." Hedwig proudly puffed out her chest. "And the most proud." Harry laughed as Hedwig hooted slightly agitatedly.

"So whose are these other owls?" asked Clark, eyeing the number of owls balancing on the wooden railing.

Harry shrugged. "I know that one is my friend, Ron's," he pointed to the only owl still flapping around the barn. "Pig, I think his name is. Umm, I know one of these is the school's, with my equipment list. I don't know the rest."

He took first letter from Hedwig sat down in one of the chairs in upper levels of the barn. It was from Sirius, and he said he didn't know what was going on. Harry laughed, now knowing something they didn't, and not the other way around. He took the next from Ron.

Harry,

Where the bloody hell are you? We've been looking everywhere! Come home!

Oh yeah, Happy Birthday!

Ron,

P.S. If you don't come back, you cant go to the Quidditch Cup Final with us on Monday. Bulgaria vs. Ireland. Dads got tickets.

Harry's face went pale. He completely forgot about everyone back in England because he was having so much fun here. It was Tuesday today, so he could spend the rest of his planned week here and go to the Weasleys on Sunday night by the Knight Bus to go to the Cup final on Monday. That'd be ok, right?

The next few letters were all from his friends, Remus, Sirius and Dumbledore all asking where he was. Even though they all included presents of cakes or a Sneak-a-scope from Ron or books from Remus and Hermione. The coolest thing by far was from Sirius – it was a book on Wandless magic, written by a descendant of Godric Gryffindor.

The last one was his school equipment, with a small note from Dumbledore asking where he was.

Harry quickly superspeeded to his trunk and took out some parchment, righting replies at top speed. He tied them all to the correct owls and sent them on their way. Harry sighed, he missed his friends, but he had found true family.

The raven haired teen got back to work and soon the whole barn was fit for a party.

"Right, now we just call Lois for the food, and we're done." Clark took out his phone dialled Lois's number, and, after a few seconds of arguing, put down the phone. "Apparently, we have to make the cake. The bakers say that they never got the order."

Harry laughed. "I'm guessing your not a good cook from the tone of your voice?" Clark looked down, but chuckled anyway. "Don't worry, I used to cook for my aunt."

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"Where are they?" Asked Clark, slamming close his phone for the thirtieth time that night.

Harry sighed. "Relax, Clark, I'm sure they'll be here soon."

Clark growled. "I hope so. I'll be right back. Hey, Jason, do you know where the girls are? They were supposed to be here an hour ago?"

Clark's football coach, Jason, looked at Clark angrily for a second. "No, I don't. Sorry." He swerved around Clark and began to move through the crowd again. Clark followed.

"Look, Jason, I-"

"Clark, I'm only here because Lana asked me to. Because I'm her boyfriend, whether you like it or not."

The doors swung open, revealing Lana, Lois and Chloe. Harry watched them. Somehow, they're presence didn't seem right, just like Lana's earlier. The crowds surrounded them, clapping, and Clark marched up to Lois, dragging her aside. Harry saw Lois stroll up to Clark, eyeing him up and down. She walked off and joined Chloe and Lana at the buffet, and they marched off towards the doors. They all turned around at once, their fingers in Devil horns, with something glowing in between the two fingers pointing out.

Harry let his wand slid into his hand, hidden inside the enormous sleeves of the flannel shirt Clark had given him to substitute for his hand-me-down clothes from Dudley. He pushed it back up when the music came on. Harry sank back into a corner and began to look around, stopping on the man from Princeton as the only guy in a suit.

Harry felt oddly compelled to start dancing, but kept it in as he watched others get up and dance, some without clothes on. One particular example was Clark. Harry almost fell of the hay he was sitting on as he watched Clark dance like a fool in only his boxer shorts in front of the man from Princeton.

The Kryptonian wizard pulled out the Wandless magic book Sirius sent him and began reading it, knowing everyone around was too drunk to care that he was reading book, especially one that contained Spells. Harry flicked through to a page he knew would come in handy, shielding spells, and leaned back into the hay stack to read.

Harry moved out into the field to practise the spell and began picturing the shield popping out of his hand as the book said. After ten minutes of trying, and getting nothing, Harry furiously thrust his hand out, screaming the incantation. A flicker of light gradually grew around his hand, getting bigger and bigger until it was completely shadowed him. Harry grinned, this was good, now all he needed to do was test it, and, picking up a rock, threw it into the air. He turned his hand upwards and watched the rock smash into the shield.

"Yes!" He shouted, throwing his fist into the air.

Dropping the shield, he tried it again, and again, until he was sure he had got it. Harry moved sat down against the barn and opened the book once more, letting the placid beat of the music against the walls of the barn gently sooth his back. Harry flicked through the pages, looking for anything of great interest, when something caught his eye. It was called Legilimency – a form of Mind Magic, which included entering the mind and deciphering the mind, which muggles would call, Mind Reading.

Maybe that's what Snape was doing? The greasy git always too much for his own good.

Harry read on and found out the counter, Occlumency, could stop people from entering your mind, a sort of mental defence structure and that the first step towards doing that was meditation. Harry almost laughed, he'd been doing that all summer, only a few more steps before he had an almost impenetrable mind.

Harry superspeeded to his trunk, know that everyone was to drunk or asleep to care, and put the book away. He then rushed back to his spot outside the barn and, as he practise clearing his mind, drifted off to sleep.

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