HP/Kal-El Scenes

(AKA how different parts would be affected)

.

Year One

The Train

.

Harry stepped through the pillar as he'd been told to by the ever-helpful Tom from the Leaky Cauldron. Hefting his multi-compartment trunk easily, he strode through the crowds and boarded the train, pausing only to admire the scarlet engine that was going to pull the wooden carriages.

Once aboard, he found and empty compartment and lifted his trunk one-handed, placing it in the luggage rack above the seat before a sound at the window caught his attention.

"Hey, Grace." He smiled, opening the window so that the white owl perched precariously on the sill could enter. "You found me, then."

Grace precked as she fluttered up to Harry's shoulder and began running her beak through his hair before giving up with an aggrieved chuff. Harry laughed as he reached up and carefully ran his fingers through her feathers.

"You may as well give up, you know. My hair's untamable."

Grace chuffed again, then barked in surprise as Harry lifted her down.

"It'll be several long, boring hours, so why not fly ahead and do some hunting?"

Grace ducked her head, then spread her wings as Harry extended his arm out of the window. Harry smiled as Grace rose into the air.

"Damn, wish I could fly." He murmured.

.

The Troll

.

Hermione stared in shock at the huge hole in the wall, through which the crumpled form of the Troll that had been trying to attack her was still visible. Her rescuer, who had burst through the door in a shower of splinters, turned to smile at her.

"Are you alright? I got here as soon as I could."

Hermione nodded, then the events caught up with her and she fainted. Harry walked over to her and effortlessly picked her up bridal style.

"Oh well, let's get you to the infirmary." He smiled. "Good thing I heard your scream. Didn't know I could move that fast."

.

Minerva McGonagall stared in shock at the sight before her. The troll was out cold on the ground, having been knocked through a wall, and its club was lying in two pieces (and scattered splinters) in the girls bathroom.

From how it was lying, it looked like several of its ribs were broken.

"How…?" Severus Snape started and Minerva shrugged helplessly.

"I don't know. Hagrid, perhaps?"

"The oaf would have dragged it to his hut for a cup of tea." Snape snorted. "No, this is… something new."

.

Potions Lesson

.

Snape blinked in surprise as the loathsome spawn of James Potter (may he be forever damned) seemed to flicker slightly. Had he not been staring at the brat, he wouldn't have notic…

FWOOOOSH!

Snape's attention darted across to Draco's cauldron whch was melting as the contents erupted in flames of white and blue. Even as he cast shielding spells around it, Snape rapidly went through his mental checklist of which items could have caused that reaction.

"Mr Malfoy, turn out your pockets!"

Draco swallowed and within seconds, a small pile of items was on the desk. Snape picked up one of the items and snarled.

"Mr Malfoy, why would you try to add Erumpet Horn Clippings to this potion?"

"I didn't!" Draco whiningly protested. "I threw it at scarhead's… potion?"

Snape's glare intensified, then he turned. "Potter! What did you do?"

"I don't understand, sir." The brat said, turning to look at him.

Perfect.

Palming his wand, Snape sent a mental probe into the boy's mind…

…only to slam into a wall of crystal. Getting his bearings, Snape stared at the mind-shields that…

No.

They weren't mind-shields.

They were the boy's thoughts, moving in patterns and at speeds that he had never encountered before and couldn't even begin to understand.

Disengaging, Snape sneered at Potter and strode back to his desk, his mind furiously racing through everything he had ever learnt about Legilimency and Occulumency in an attempt to work out what he had seen.

Could it have been the result of him surviving the killing curse?

Or was it something else?

.

The Forbidden Corridor

.

Harry stroked the Cerberus' middle and left heads while the right one sulked, having tried to bite him and almost broken its teeth on his skin. A gasp from behind him made him look round to see Hagrid's startled expression.

"Hello." Harry said with a smile. "Nice dog, this."

"Aye, that he is." Hagrid agreed, moving to start stroking the third head. "Fluffy's a real friendly puppy once you show him yer in charge."

Harry grinned as Hagrid continued talking about the care and feeding of Cerberus', then he glanced down at the trapdoor on which the dog was resting. To his amazement, the trapdoor seemed to go almost transparent, letting him see the vines stretching across the room underneath.

"…and he loves ta play fetch, don'tcha Fluffy?" Hagrid remarked entheusiastically as the head he was stroking started to lick him.

.

The Confrontation

.

Harry pushed against the door, splintering the lock and stepped into the room.

"Hello, Fluffy." He smiled as the Cerberus greeted him. "Hey, I need to go stop that thief who snuck past you when you were asleep."

Fluffy blinked, then started sniffing before growling at the trapdoor. Moving back, the three-headed dog allowed Harry to drop through the hole and onto the plant.

"Devil's Snare." Harry whispered, glad that he had described the plant to Neville and got a description. "Lumos!"

His wand shone and Harry dropped through, glad that he had sent Hermione off to explain things to Professor McGonagall.

The next room was filled with winged keys, but Harry ignored them and the broomsticks by the entrance as he strode across the room. Forming a fist, he punched the door.

"Bloody hell!"

Shaking his hand to try and get the feeling back, Harry glared at the unmarred door, then it shuddered and fell. Harry stared at it, then his gaze rose to the cracked archway it had been blocking.

"Wizards." He snorted. "Reinforce the door and ignore the doorframe."

Passing through, he paused, then nipped back. Grabbing one of the broomsticks, he mounted it and flew straight through the cracked arch and over the giant chess set that stretched across the chamber. Landing, he opened the door and gazed for a moment at the unconscious troll.

"Huh, wonder how that happened." He mused as he walked round the slumbering behemoth and into the next room. The instant he entered, purple flames rose up behind him while the door in front of him was engulfed in black flames. Snorting, Harry walked to the far wall and punched straight through it, diving through and coming to his feet, face to face with a surprised Professor Quirrel.

"M… m… Mr Po… Potter…"

"That stutter doesn't fool me at all." Harry stated, glaring at the teacher, then he blinked as Quirrel's head seemed to go semi-transparent for a moment, revealing a dark mass nestled into the back of his skull. "What the hell is that under your turban?"

Quirrel blinked, then pulled out his wand. "Incarcerous!"

A net of ropes shot out from the end of Quirrel's wand and Harry seemed to blink out of existence, reappearing behind Quirrel and yanking the turban off his head.

"Eewww."

The red-eyed, noseless face glared at Harry, then snarled as Quirrel spun round.

"Turn back, fool!" It hissed and Harry laughed.

"That was Voldemort? A diseased lump on the back of your head?"

"Crucio!"

The spell passed through where Harry had been standing, then Quirrel slammed into the wall. Harry lowered his hand as Quirrel slid down, knocked out by the impact.

"Too easy." He smirked, then he sighed as Quirrel rose.

"You cannot defeat me that easily, boy!" Voldemort snarled, flexing Quirrel's arms in ways that they shouldn't have been able to move in. "Now, you will die and…"

Voldemort slammed into the ceiling, propelled by Harry's blurred punch, then slammed back down onto the ground in a rain of debris. Harry stared at the figure, then leapt back as a misty form rose from it.

"I will have my revenge!" It hissed, lunging at Harry…

…only for Harry to blur away, reappearing on the other side of the room. The spirit glared at him, then vanished through one of the walls.

"Huh." Harry said after a moment. "Well, now that it's all over, perhaps I should go back to wait by Fluffy."

Walking out through the hole he'd made, he glared at the purple flames, then punched a hole through the wall beside the door, pulling as much of the debris into the room as possible. Checking his work, he nodded and stepped through the hole, grabbing the broomstick for his return journey.

.

"…and Quirrel was dead, but the only spells were an Incarcerous and a Crucio, both cast from his wand." Minerva finished, shaking her head.

"This is truly a mystery." Dumbledore agreed. "Are you certain that Harry didn't do it?"

Minerva laughed in disbelief. "Albus, whatever went through those chambers smashed through two walls without magic! Do you really think an eleven year old boy could do that?"

"No, you're right, Minerva." Albus sighed. "Whoever the one who fought against the spirit possessing Quirrel was, I doubt it was young Harry."