AN:A short chapter, but only two people reviewed the last chapter so you don't deserve it anyways. This is the last chapter before the Smallville characters are introduced, so I figured I'd get it out of the way.

Chapter 4 - Home

Over the next 12 hours Harry felt freer than he had in years. Due to the long straight roads and the small modification's Harry had quickly found himself driving at the motorcycles top speed. He'd never felt such a rush soaring down the highways and dodging cars at speeds his Firebolt would never have achieved. He'd past a cop car once at full speed but had quickly managed to lose it

He'd only stopped three times on his journey; twice to find something to eat and once to run through his occlumency exercises. That was the closest he got to sleep these days. After his magic matured on his 17th birthday he found that he required a lot less sleep than he had before. After speaking with Dumbledore on the matter he'd been told that the more magic a wizard had the less sleep they actually needed. Dumbledore had said that he only required one hour sleep per night to feel fully rested and that he felt that Voldemort didn't need sleep at all.

As the end of the year came about Harry also found that to be true of himself and he hadn't slept since. Whilst he could sleep and desired to do so at times, his subconscious still hadn't truly forgiven him for the deaths of his friends. While conscious Harry could deal with it easily enough. He knew that his friends would never forgive him if he had gotten depressed over their deaths. If he had learned one thing from his life in the magic world was that life was short and could end at anytime, so enjoy it or give up. Harry was proud to say to he wasn't a quitter.

In replacement for sleep Dumbledore had taught Harry several occlumency exercised that he used instead. The most effective method was one that basically shut down all though processes. Harry would place several wards around himself and after a set amount of time, snap out of the trance more refreshed than he'd ever felt. It was far better than sleep. The only problem was that it left Harry with far too much free time on his hands.

So 12 hours after leaving New York and all the fun in between Harry found himself passing a sign post that showed him exactly where he was

Welcome to SMALLVILLE KANSAS, Pop, 45,001 – The Meteor capital of the world!

Upon passing the sign Harry slowed his bike down to an acceptable public speed and took in his surroundings. It was beautiful. Field after field for miles on end with the silhouette of the high rises of Metropolis in the distance. Harry felt quite nervous the further he drove. This was where he was going to live. He'd already bought a house here and enrolled in school. Was he mad? Probably, but at least he'd get something of an adventure out of it, even if it would be tamer than his usual.

Following the directions he'd received by phone call from Arthur a little over an hour ago Harry drove towards his newly purchased home. He passed through the small quiet town taking in and memorising the shops and locations around. The town was quiet and a quick glance at his watch showed that most people were still either working or at school. "Where I'll be tomorrow…" Harry muttered to himself as he drove by.

Five more minutes past by and Harry had passed through the main town and was on his way to where he assumed his new home was. Stopping outside of a large white house he dismounted his bike. From the small feeling of magic emanating from the house Harry knew that it was his.

He turned around and took a good look at his surrounds. In the distance, perhaps a mile away Harry could see a large red barn beside a small yellow house. The house was almost completely hidden from his view by a copse of trees surrounding it. He suppressed a shudder as he looked to his left. A graveyard. After his fourth year they had, and rightfully so, set him on edge. He'd just have to ignore it. He looked away from the graveyard and too his right, the direction he had just come from. He saw the town and a 'Meteor capital of the world' sign less that a quarter mile away. What impressed him most was the view behind the house. Whilst he could see a LuthorCorp factory to the south-east, the south west was a beautiful forest area with a wide river running behind it. He promised himself that he'd check out the area later.

He walked up the small steps in front of the porch and saw a small envelope stuck by magic to the door with 'Mr Evans' written on it. Using his Omni-lenses Harry scanned the envelope and saw that it only held a muggle repelling charm. Harry summoned the envelope and opened it to find a set of keys.

Instead of using magic to unlock and open the door as he usually would he placed the key in the lock and turned it. The lock of the door clicked open and Harry stepped inside. It really was quite exciting. With a glance towards the light on the roof all the lights in the house turned on. During his week long stay in a muggle New-York hotel Harry had realised that with his ability over lightning also applied to normal electricity. He could absorb it from an electrical outlet and control it around him. Whilst he was sure there was more he could do with the ability all he was able to do now was activate electrical appliances with a thought.

The inside of the house was relatively empty, only containing the items in the house that one wouldn't take when they left such as the fridge-freezer, oven, etc. A thin layer of dust covered everything in the house. That would be the first thing to be sorted. Restraining the impulse to use a large amount of magic to dispel the dust Harry took a small trunk from his jacket pocket, placed it on the ground and resized it.

The trunk was similar to the one that Alastor Moody had carried with him whilst Harry had attended his 4th year at Hogwarts except for the fact that it only contained one keyhole. This however didn't mean it only had one. The trunk held an almost infinite amount of space and only the willpower of the person keyed into the trunk could open the compartment of choice.

Harry placed his hand upon the trunk and with the tiniest flare of magic it unlocked and opened. The compartment Harry opened was the one he had dedicated to items he had picked up from Magitek. From the trunk Harry pulled out one of a small number of white crystals. He closed the trunk, shrunk it and pocket it again and then placed the small crystal on the floor.

"Activate ward crystal." Harry spoke clearly. The crystal began to glow slightly before increasing in intensity. After only a few second the crystal began to dim again before it faded completely. The crystal had held a pre-set ward scheme to be used in non-magical, non warded homes. The ward would protect all electrical items from magical bursts or wards that surrounded the property.

Satisfied that the ward crystal had worked correctly Harry began to pull his magic to the surface. With a small grunt and a white flash all the dust and grime inside the house vanished. He'd used the same spell on a whim at Grimmauld Place after he turned 17 and whilst it didn't clean the entire house, it made sizeable area that looked brand new. The rest of the house and been fully cleaned shortly afterwards.

Fred and George had called him 'The Boy-Who-Cleaned' for two solid weeks afterwards to the amusement of all but Harry. He sighed, he would miss seeing the two jokers around. Even during the harshest parts of the war they could make him laugh.

Harry then started his self-guided tour around the house making minor alterations as he did. With a flick of the wrist he could change the colour of the paint in any room and made use of it. Deciding that Gryffindor colours to be too outlandish he stuck to light colours. On the upper floor he chose the largest bedroom (with an en-suite bathroom) for himself, despite not actually needing a bed.

Throughout his tour it very quickly became obvious that the people who had owned it previously (not the person that had stayed for a week, but the family before hand) had been female and so he made several further adjustments to make it more 'male friendly', leaving only one room 'female'.

Once suitably pleased with his new colour scheme Harry moved onto his next task. Furniture. Whilst in New York he hadn't even considered buying any. One of the hardest things Harry had learned during his private tutoring with both Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall was the art of permanent transfiguration and the related magical branch of permanent conjuration.

Whilst Minerva had been proficient in the art, Albus was a master. Harry had learned that during the Sirius Black scare of Halloween in his third year that Albus had permanently conjured sleeping bags for every student in the school with a single spell. He'd told Harry that he found it easier to create permanent items and vanish them later than conjure items to disappear after a designated time. Harry was nowhere near as gifted as Albus was, but he felt confident enough in himself that he could permanently conjure whichever furniture he needed.

Harry paused in front of the fireplace in the main sitting room and concentrated hard on what he wanted. After a moment Harry had the mental image of what he wanted and waved his hand through the air. With a thump a large dark blue couch dropped to the floor. Harry then spent several minutes casting numerous charms to the chair. He sat down on it to test how well the spell had worked. Harry smiled as he sank down on the couch. It was perfect; a perfect recreation of the couches in Ravenclaw tower. He spent quite a few evening in there with the Ravenclaw members of the DA and fell in love the couch immediately. It was by far the most comfortable thing he'd ever sat on.

Pleased with his success Harry brought an image to mind of a single seat chair similar to the couch and conjured it in the corner of the room. With his work a success he moved on through the house.

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(Wednesday October 13th 2004 – Smallville Kansas)

It was later on at 4am that Harry finally finished the work in his house and collapsed, physically, magically and mentally exhausted on his favourite couch by the fire. He knew he shouldn't have worked himself into such a state but his desire to finish the house pulled him through. He had spent the past several hour's constantly conjuring, repairing and sorting items. His most difficult task had been setting up the electrical items he bought from Magitek throughout the house, including an office space that held an extensive amount of computer hardware.

Harry had eventually sussed out the subtle intricacies of each item and everything now worked perfectly as far as he knew. Harry had used one of the spare bedrooms at the far end of the house and had warded it to the fullest extent that he knew; whilst not much, the wards were strong and no one short of a ward breaker could get through. Harry was quite please with the ward that would even stop 'Mad-eye Moody's' eye from seeing through. Into the room Harry had stored all of the magical items he had in his possession apart from the two charmed motorcycles which had been placed securely outside.

Pleased with his work in the house Harry placed several charms around himself and allowed his conscious and unconscious thoughts to drift off so that he could get a couple hours much needed rest as to be ready for the next morning.

His first day of school.

AN:I never really understood why writers bother putting "Review" at the end of their chapters but having posted 3 chapters myself I can see where people are coming from. It's almost like an addiction and I find myself reviewing stories a lot more that I ever did before. For wannabe fanfic authors, keep that in mind.