AN: Here you go…

Chapter 9 – Amortentia

(Monday October 18th 2004)

Harry entered the school on Monday morning after having had a good weekend. Whilst he had done very little, the concept was still something that he enjoyed. He'd visited Metropolis again, this time via his bike and explored more thoroughly than he had during his shopping trip the previous week. Whilst he hadn't seen any of his new friends, he just decided to enjoy the silence before he got bored of it.

That silence, if the rumours were true, was broken yesterday. Apparently the Quarterback of the school football team had taken a shotgun to the assistant coach and tried to murder him at school after a practice. No stranger to rumours, Harry had decided to put it aside until he had further proof. After hearing about the 6 man shoot out on the football field he was glad to have just ignored it. It seemed students and rumours where the same, no matter what side of the world he was on.

Shrugging off the thoughts pf gun fights Harry made his way to his locker to get his books for first class. He had seen Lana once already and she'd walked with him for a while and they had talked about how he was doing in the new school. Harry had informed her that he was fine. He did however refrain from telling her that he didn't need any help as he enjoyed what limited time he spent with her.

He took what books he needed from his locker and closed it to find Clark looking through his own locker. "Alright Clark?" he asked seeing his grin.

Clark looked around, "Hey Harry."

"Nice jacket." Harry commented upon seeing the red and gold jumper the other football players wore. Football and its players were practically worshipped in the school Harry had seen. That, mixed with the colours they wore made Harry miss the good old days when he played Quidditch and all his fears and troubles could be forgotten for a few hours.

"Thanks," Clark said with a smile. Harry could tell that he was proud. "I made the football team this morning."

"That's a good thing, right?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Clark nodded and smiled, "Yeah."

"This have something to do with the rumours about a shoot out that seem to be going around here?"

Clark nodded with a serious expression on his face, "One of the players tried to kill Coach Teague this morning in the locker room. I managed to push the coach out of the way before he was hurt."

"Well, that's good to hear."

"Yeah. You ever seen a football game before?"

Harry shook his head, "Hadn't even really heard of the game until I got here."

Clark looked shocked that someone hadn't heard of football before. "You should come to one of our practices and see what you think."

Harry nodded, having considered that already, "Sure."

Further conversation was cut short by the angry tones of Lois Lane walking down the corridor paying no mind to anything other than the person on the other end of her phone, "… not walking the halls of Podunk High." She paused for a moment whilst someone on the other end of the line spoke. "Well, yes, I'm sure that we could work this all out if you could just get him to call me back. Thank you!" She slammed her phone shut and continued walking past Clark and Harry.

"You know," Clark said to the passing Lois. She stopped mid step and he and Clark walked up to her. "If you spent as much time studying as you did trying to leave," she turned around slowly and gave him a look that said unpleasant things for Clark's future. Ignoring them Clark continued, "You'd be in college already."

Lois slowly turned around to face them. Harry kept the smile of his face the best he could. "And where'd you get that pearl of wisdom, the Farmer's Almanac?" Lois asked sarcastically, with a smile that called Clark and idiot without her needing to vocalise it.

Clark just laughed mockingly at Lois. He tugged on his red and gold jersey, pointing it out to Lois, "So, what do you think?"

"They're not really your colours." Lois said with a shake of her head, looking at his clothes disapprovingly. She turned around and continued down the hallway

"I like it." Harry said, stopping her in her tracks again.. She looked towards Harry. He smiled at her. She was the type of person that was just fun to wind up and easily frustrated. From the interaction she'd seen between Lois and Clark, agreeing with Clark would annoy her.

"Well, I wouldn't trust Evans fashion style." She looked at him curiously and mockingly, "Do you have anything in your wardrobe that isn't black?" She asked, referring to the fact that he was once again wearing full black, albeit obviously different from the clothes that he wore the day before. She turned around and walked onwards. Harry and Clark followed.

"I have a few things in other dark colours. Primary colours do nothing for me." He replied causally not mentioning the reason he wore dark colours was because his life dictated that he would survive longer if he continued to wear dark colours. He knew that didn't count here, but it wasn't a habit he wanted to break until he felt properly safe.

Lois sighed and turned away with Harry and Clark following behind. "They're the school's colours." Clark said in attempt to defend his now favourite item of clothing.

"I'm glad you made the team, Clark, but why be a conformist? At least with the whole farm boy plaid thing, as lame as it is, it completely belongs to you."

Harry just laughed and looked over at Clark, "That Is a twisted piece of logic."

Clark rolled his eyes at her, "In the future, let's restrict our conversations to 'hello' and 'goodbye.'"

They kept walking. Harry listened half heartedly to the passing conversation, still witnessing the strange behaviour of the other football players.

"I can't believe she even tried out." One of the cheerleaders said to the other.

"I know. Did you see what she was wearing?" the other replied.

"And those thighs? One, two, three…"

"No!" They both responded together and walked off laughing. Harry shuddered at the laugh. It was the same type that his fan girls had used. He was beyond ecstatic that that behaviour wasn't focused on him anymore.

The continued walking and watched a cheerleader empty her locker and put all her books into her boyfriend's waiting arms. Harry, Clark and Lois looked at them oddly. They continued down the corridor, continuously noticing the same pattern repeating; football players, the jocks of the school, waiting hand on foot for their girlfriends, all cheerleaders. The players were showing the almost unmistakeable signs of being under a love potion.

One of the football players looked in Harry's eyes for only a second and Harry dove into his mind looking to see that unmistakeable mother-of-pearl sheen coloured potion that caused whoever drank it to become infatuated with whoever made it. The football player gave Harry a hard look and turned away causing Harry's legilimancy scan to end.

He looked over to Clark and Lois who had certainly noted the weird behaviour. "Now," Harry started slowly, "I may not have been in high school for less that two full days, but that," he pointed to the football players, "Is not normal. Is it?"

"Where are we, some kind of freakish feminist parallel universe?"

"What Lois is trying to say," said Clark after shooting Lois a look, "Is that no, it's not normal."

Harry nodded and the three continued through the corridor. Seeing that Clark and Lois were heading towards the Torch Harry decided to see if he could find anything else in the minds of the other players that might help him, "I'll see you guys later alright?"

"Sure Evans." Lois agreed.

"You coming to watch practice tomorrow?" Clark asked.

"Sure." Harry agreed. With a wave he turned to his left and walked off as Clark and Lois entered the Torch.

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Having discover nothing concerning magic, potions or anything odd in the minds of the football players Harry went home and after opening the magically locked room in his home and flicking through some potions books he had packed when he moved. After half an hour he decided that there was a highly slim chance of one being used due to the nature of most requiring some sort of magical ingredient. His only current theory was that someone had somehow found several vials of love potions that a wizard had made and misplaced.

He wasn't confident that this was accurate.

Having reached a dead end at looking into players minds Harry's next plan of investigation was attending one of the training sessions for the team and having said to Clark that he'd attend, it fit in perfectly. Having missed that day's practice, he'd attend the next day's one.

The next had begun strange as well. For one thing, Chloe, who he'd been told practically lived in the Torch had quite, leaving everything up to her disgruntled cousin. Harry felt he didn't know Lois well enough yet to laugh at her expense. She clearly wasn't happy.

There had also been something in their Advanced Lit. class. Lana had been called out of class because Coach Teague had asked for her. Harry wasn't sure anyone else in the class noticed Lana's panicked look as she walked out of class, but he had.

After school ended that day Harry made his way out to the football field. He sat for a while just watching the warm ups and listening to the chanting of the cheerleaders. It wasn't all that interesting. He'd tried to read up on some details of the game that he was still referring to as America Football but had yet to really understand it. The one thing he did know was that it wasn't Quidditch and therefore not as good.

He sat in the stands, watching the team begin their warm ups when he saw a familiar face approaching him, "Good afternoon Lana."

"Hey Harry." Lana said brightly. "Come to watch practice?"

Harry nodded, "Clark invited me to watch and I thought I might understand the game more if I actually saw some of it instead of reading about it."

"You've never seen a game?" Lana asked.

"I've never been much of a sports fan," Harry responded, unable to talk about Quidditch. "And Britain doesn't exactly play this game either. I know it's based on Rugby, but that's all really."

Lana just nodded and sat down to watch. They both sat in silence for 10 minutes; Lana watching the players and Harry switching between watching the players and watching the cheerleaders. Having not had the chance to look the cheerleaders in the eye the day before he wasn't sure of what they were doing, but by the decidedly feral looks in their eyes he knew something was up. Due to the distance he was unable to see their memories, but he'd try another time.

It was 10 minutes after Lana sat down that Clark came running over, removing his helmet as he did. "Hey Harry. Lana?" He asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I heard that Clark Kent was our new starting quarterback, and I had to see it for myself." She responded somewhat awkwardly, something Harry picked up on, but not Clark.

"Really?" Clark asked in surprise. "You came out here to watch me practice? That means a lot."

Lana smiled back awkwardly and was saved from having to say more when the coach called over, "Hey, Kent! Do you want to join us or what?"

Clark looked back over to the coach and then back to Lana and Harry, "I better go."

"Seems like our new assistant coach is working you pretty hard." Lana stated whilst giving a nod over to the coach.

"No, he's, uh, actually pretty cool." Lana nodded in response and Clark turned back towards his impatient coach. There was an awkward silence for a second. "I'll see ya."

"See ya."

Harry watched Clark walk off only to be immediately intercepted by Lois. Lana sigh ever so slightly in relief. "So," Harry started, "That had to have been awkward for you."

Lana looked slightly panicked having forgotten Harry was there. "W-What do you mean?"

"You panicked when he asked you why you were here and stuttered when you answered him. You mind me asking who you are here to watch or is that too personal a thing?"

"Um…" Lana started, trying to find a suitable answer. Harry's passive legilimancy caught an image without him trying and he knew then who she was watching. It also explained the scared look in her eyes when it was announced in class that Coach Teague had wanted to see her.

"Ah," he muttered in realisation.

"What?" Lana asked looking nervous.

"I know nothing of nothing and have no idea who you could possibly be watching." Harry said easily.

"Harry…" Lana started again and Harry could tell she was really worried about anyone finding out.

"Hey," Harry said softly snapping her out of whatever she was going to say, "I promise I won't tell anyone." She seemed to believe him and relaxed slightly. "You've been extremely helpful and nice to me since I got here. I wouldn't betray that."

"Thanks Harry." Lana said with a smile.

"What are friends for?" he asked rhetorically and was pleased to see her smile. He turned back towards the practice and almost did a double take, "Lana, is that Chloe in a cheerleader outfit?"

"No," Lana responded instantly before taking a good look at the new, very loud cheerleader, "Chloe wouldn't… um…" she said, trailing off as she looked at her friend. They watched as Chloe spoke with Lois and Clark. After a minute she turned around and ran towards them.

"Hi Harry, hi Lana." Chloe said cheerfully.

Harry shot her a small wave. "Uh, What are you doing?" Lana asked, bemused.

"I'm here to support Clark." Chloe said brightly and if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She turned to Lana and asked with a slight glare, "What are you doing here?"

Harry's mind for odd situations kicked in and realised that Chloe was under the same influence as the football players were. Looking to stave off a fight he spoke before Lana could, "I was curious about football so Lana agreed to show me a practice and explain things to me as they happen." Harry said, making up the lie on the spot.

It obviously appeased Chloe as she smiled again, "Okay." The sound of a whistle blew behind them and Harry watched the team get into their positions. Chloe, obviously realizing that Clark was about to play rushed off to support him.

Harry and Lana watched from the sidelines as Chloe cheered very loudly and badly for Clark who was currently being brutalized by the other players. Harry couldn't help but wince at each tackle. They weren't going easy on him. Lana left soon after the plays started but Harry stayed on for the rest of the practice. He felt sorry for Clark. After what he'd experienced, he'd be feeling it for days.

As Clark was trying to pull himself to his feet the rest of the players walked off the field and the cheerleaders followed, taking the water cooler with them. As the cheerleaders walked past where he was sitting he caught sight in one of their minds and realised what was going on. The cheerleaders were dosing the players when they drank during practice. It certainly seemed fit and as most love potions required the victim to be dosed frequently, it was the perfect time. The only question that remained was what they were dosing the players with. Deciding that he couldn't do anything immediately without sounding insane he decided to bring it up with Clark later on. Hopefully, after practically being attacked on the field, he'd listen to him and his theory.

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Unfortunately Harry didn't see Clark again during the day and Harry assumed correctly that Clark had gone home due to what he suffered at afternoon practice. It wasn't until later in the evening that Harry decided to drop over at the Kent farm and see if Clark could help him do anything in regards to what the cheerleaders were doing.

He Apparated out of sight behind the large red barn at the Kent farm and was just approach the house when he heard a loud crash come from inside. His combat instincts were immediately on alert and he silently ran around the barn to the nearest entrance.

Upon entering he saw Clark lying flat on his back on the barn floor, obviously in pain. Walking towards him was a man in a grey hoody, with the hood disguising his face. Harry could easily read the intentions of the man and they weren't good. Harry's hand lit up with lightning without even a conscious thought. Resisting the urge to hit the hooded man with several thousand volts of electricity Harry decided to go with a mere over powered stinging hex.

The power of the hex threw the man into one of the support beams for the barn. He looked up and upon spotting Harry standing at the door, turned and ran. Harry just ignored the retreating man and checked on Clark. "Clark?"

"Harry?" Clark asked in surprise and pain.

"Yeah, you alright?" Harry asked in concern. He looked up and down at Clark. With several bruises and a cut forehead he wasn't looking too good. Harry offered Clark his arm and the injured teenager gratefully took a hold and stood up somewhat shakily and still breathing deeply.

Harry looked Clark in the eye and was surprised to see several images of the attack take place as he thought of them. He was confused as to how he was able to see into Clark's mind when he couldn't before, but decided to think about it afterwards. "That was your Coach wasn't it?" Harry asked already knowing the answer. He had caught the fact that the coach had treated Clark harder after he'd spoken with Lana and the coach was obviously dosed with what the players were.

Before Clark could answer they both heard footsteps behind them and turned around. "Lex?" Clark asked in surprise.

A concerned look passed Lex's face as he took in Clark's injuries. "Are you alright?"

Clark nodded, "I'm fine."

Harry almost laughed at the line he so commonly used when injured. Lex turned towards Harry and gave him a curious and searching look. Upon looking into his eyes Harry was surprised to find something akin to natural occlumency shields guarding the bald man's mind. "Who's your friend?"

Clark shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs that had obvious began to settle after his beating and answered Lex, "Lex, this is Harry Evans. Harry, Lex Luthor."

Harry and Lex shook hands. Lex's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. Harry knew then that Luthor had put together who he was. "You're the new guy in town?" Lex asked.

"Yeah. News travels fast around here I see."

"Small town." Lex responded with a kind smile.

Harry turned towards Clark, "Clark, I'll just head home. I need to speak with you about something important when you're done with Mr Luthor, alright?"

Clark nodded and Harry turned to leave. "Mr Evans?" Lex called stopping him. "It's just Lex."

Harry nodded and smiled, "And I'm just Harry."

Lex nodded back, "Thanks for helping Clark."

Harry nodded, walking back outside and Apparated back home.

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Twenty minutes later Harry spotted a red truck pull up outside. He Apparated to the front door and opened it to see Clark getting out of his truck. He walked down the steps to meet him. "Thanks for coming Clark. I know this is going to sound strange, but I think the cheerleaders are…" Harry paused, looking oddly at Clark who now appeared completely healed. "Didn't you have a cut on your forehead?"

Clark looked quite nervous, "No. It looked worse than it was."

Harry immediately caught the lie, and due to his Omni-lens record function and his talent in occlumency, he easily remembered the bleeding cut above the boy's left eyebrow. Deciding that Clark didn't want him to push the issue he just nodded in agreement.

"Sure, so as I said, this might sound odd, but I think the cheerleaders are spiking the football water cooler with something that screws up whoever drinks it."

"Uh, yeah. I'd just come that conclusion after you turned up." Clark said, looking surprised that someone else had realised.

"So what do we do about this?" Harry asked. He would usually be in his element in such a situation, but he was new and only just beginning to learn the location and the players. From some of the stories he'd heard from Lana and Lois, Clark was just the man for the job.

Clark thought for a moment, "We'll need to go to the school and see if we can find what they're putting in the cooler."

Harry nodded. "You want to drive?"

Clark nodded and they both headed back to Clark's truck. They both remained silent for a few moments. "So, your friends with Lex Luthor?" Harry asked, breaking the silence. It seemed an odd combination to Harry; farm boy and billionaire heir.

Clark thought about the answer, "I use to be."

"Use to be?" Harry questioned.

"It's not really important, alright?"

Harry just nodded, knowing when to take a hint.

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Harry and Clark arrived at the school a few minutes later at the same point that Lois was entering the school. Surprised, they both walked over to her. "Smallville? Evans? What are you two doing here?"

"I'm looking for Coach Teague. He just attacked me in my loft." Clark said in way of a normal greeting.

"After that performance on the field today, I'm not surprised." Lois responded instantly and patted Harry on the shoulder. Clark stopped walking mid step giving her a surprised and slightly hurt look at her comment. Harry smiled slightly, without either of them seeing.

"I'm kidding." Lois said as she realised that Clark had taken her comment seriously.

"Look, the cheerleaders are spiking the water cooler at practice. That's why Chloe and the players are acting so weird." Clark bluntly said.

Lois looked impressed, "Nice work, Smallville. You want to know what they're using?"

"You've found out?" Harry asked, curious to know what was going on quickly.

Lois nodded and steered them towards the Torch office. "You actually did some investigative reporting?" Clark asked in surprised.

Lois gave him a hard look, "My cousin goes Martha Stewart without the jail time? Yeah. Suddenly, the power of the press interests me." She picked up a file from the desk beside her and handed it to Harry and Clark. "Look what I found."

Harry looked over the file. At first glance it was merely a student's science report. Realising that Lois wanted them to actually read it he did, whilst Clark looked back at Lois in confusion, "Mandy and Rhonda did a science fair project together. So?"

"Phenylethylamine." Harry answered absently as he skimmed through.

Clark took the folder and looked at the title, "The love molecule? So, it's a love potion?"

Harry was seriously impressed. Two muggles had accidentally discovered a non-magical version of a love potion. They were either geniuses or, the more likely option of being insanely lucky. How they had gotten it to actually work though wasn't written down.

"Exactly, but it didn't work." Lois said, relived to see that everyone was following along with her theory.

"Until they added the meteor rock." Clark muttered to himself, although Harry and Lois heard.

"Whatever." Lois muttered, not understanding why meteor rocks had anything to do with it. Harry just raised an eyebrow, curious, but not asking. Just what were these meteor rocks?

"Thoughts on how to undo this?" Harry asked the room.

Lois shook her head, "None, but it must wear off at some point. Otherwise they wouldn't keep juicing the football players."

Harry nodded, that fit the specifics of numerous weaker love potions.

"We don't have enough time." Clark said. "What if another player goes into a jealous rage and hurts someone?"

An odd look crossed Lois's face, "Wait a minute," she said, addressing Clark. "You drank some of it, too. I saw you." She walked past him and missed the look of worry on his face. He turned to her quickly. "How come you're not going all love slave?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the new piece of information and looked over at Clark who was looking quite uncomfortable. From what he had seen, Clark was more than likely in love with Lana already. Surely he would have been pining after her like the other players were with their girlfriends; after all, their Coach almost killed Clark earlier that night for looking at his girlfriend the wrong way. Did his lack of reaction have anything to do with his comment about the meteor rock content?

"I don't know," Clark said, shrugging off a question he didn't want to answer. "What's your point?"

"That science report's in Mandy's faux Prada bag. Presumably it can tell us how to reverse this, right? And presumably, you're infected." Lois grinned in a way that Fred and George Weasley would be proud of; it was a look that clearly said the recipient would not enjoy what was about to happen next. "The cheerleaders are having a pool party tonight. How do you look in a swimsuit, Clark?" She walked closely to him, invading his personal space

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the horrified expression on Clark's face. Clark gave Harry a slightly betrayed look before looking back to Lois whose smile hadn't dimmed. "No way. I can't do that." Clark said.

Knowing that he could easily get the report himself, but didn't want to risk it, Harry agreed with what he knew Lois had planned, "You think it will work?"

"Yes. It'll be easy." She glanced over a Clark, "If Clark can do his part." she said.

Clark still looked vaguely horrified by the idea, but just squared his shoulders and nodded looking as if a soldier going to war and not expecting to come back.

"Right." Harry said. "You two do that and I'll take a look around, see if I can find any of the formula."

Lois nodded. "Alright, come find us if you get anything."

Harry shot her a salute before walking off, leaving Clark to his fate.

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Harry spent the next 15 minutes just walking around with no destination in mind. He hadn't expected to find any of whatever potion the cheerleaders had been using; that sort of thing wasn't just left lying around. In fact, Harry hadn't looked and had only used the excuse of looking to get out of Lois's plan should she want to include him.

Walking around a school at night wasn't a new experience for Harry, but he still felt it was strange. During his midnight excursions of Hogwarts he was use to doing so invisible, dodging ghosts, caretakers, demented cats and trying to hide from portraits. Here though, everything was dark and silent. Truthfully, it unnerved him more than Hogwarts did.

Assuming that Lois and Clark would have gotten the file they wanted Harry headed towards the Torch office as that was where he assumed they'd be. Finding the door shut Harry turned back towards where the swimming pool was, and thus, the party.

Silently entering the pool room Harry saw one of the blonde cheerleaders who had worked on the science paper walk purposefully into the room from a side entrance and towards a group of football players. Harry couldn't hear what was being said, but from the look on her face it wasn't good.

Realising that Harry and Lois had been caught he carefully walked through the pool room, using what he had learned in stealth and tracking from the Aurors he trained with during his 6th year. With his footsteps silenced and a notice-me-not charm in place, he walked through the pool area, past numerous seniors in multiple forms of undress and through the door the bat wielding football players went moments before.

"Let's get out of here. Come on, Lois." He heard Clark say in the other room. With his charms still in place Harry was now only a few feet behind the players, although still out of sight.

"Bring it on, hotshot." He heard Lois mutter. With a sigh of annoyance Harry removed both charms and prepared himself to intervene; that sort of comment was always followed by violence.

Harry watched as one of the players stepped forward and swung his bat at Lois. She skilfully ducked it and kicked him the stomach and back towards the other players. By then Harry was already moving. "Hey, idiots." He called and he moved towards the players. Having been trained in physical combat as well as magic combat Harry knew he could take the three big guys down without much hassle, but still had no desire to strike them from behind.

They all turned towards the new voice. Harry punched the closest football player hard and fast in the face, and that with a low powered 'Stupefy' the guy was unconscious before he hit the ground with only the smallest amount of red light to show that anything strange had happened.. Before the other players could react Harry spun and kicked a second football player hard in the chest and dropped him to the floor.

Before he could hit the next football player a pipe burst from overhead, with a large cloud of steam covering the area underneath. Harry just managed to step back before he got burnt by it.

He looked at the pipe oddly. 'Did I do that?' he thought to himself. Did his magic cause the pipe to burst? Shaking the thoughts from his head and trying and succeeding to not look suspicious.

"You all ok?" He asked, surprised to see Chloe in the room as well when last he'd seen she was Clark's personal cheerleader.

"Yeah, we're fine." Clark said.

"Okay, What the hell was that?" Lois asked loudly and in disbelief as she looked at the burst pipe.

"Guess the pipe must have broken or something." Clark said after a seconds silence, looking shocked at what happened.

With a glance over to Chloe, he looked over at Lois, "I'm guessing you worked out how to snap them out of whatever it was?" he asked.

Lois smiled sheepishly, "I accidentally burned Chloe and she snapped out of it."

"So its heat that does it?" Harry asked, turning to look at the burst steam pipe. He had doubts that he was responsible for it bursting. He looked over at Clark and saw that he was trying to act normally for the situation. Harry easily saw the guilty look on his face.

Harry knew that Clark had somehow done it. Knowing instinctively that Clark didn't want anyone else knowing what he'd done Harry continued, "So, what do we do now?"

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An hour after the fight in the locker room Harry sat back at home, sitting on his front porch, too the untrained eye, staring into space. In actuality Harry was using his Omni-lenses and reviewing the recording he had taken from when the steam pipe burst. With the luck he had, Harry always had his lenses record what he saw. The lenses only had a total record time of 24 hours so at the start of each day he would reset them and begin again.

He had watched the locker room fight several times now and he was now 90 percent sure that Clark had burst the steam pipe with his eyes. Harry observed that moments before the pipes burst Clark had taken on a look of concentration and his eyes seemed to glow for a moment. Harry didn't quite know what to make of it, but perhaps Clark was able to control fire, and thus heat like Harry could control lightning?

He'd have to keep a closer eye on him.

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