"Here you go sir, that's two hundred dollars." A man said as he handed
Harry a wad of bills.
Harry quickly counted the money, and then stuck it into his pockets. The fifteen turning sixteen year old was now wearing a pair of black pants, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.
"So, now that you've got your money, what are you going to do?" Clark asked as he and Harry exited the bank and turned around a corner.
"No idea." Harry said as Clark laughed.
"I'll pay you back for the coffee first—"
"No need." Clark cut in.
"But—"
"Really, it's no problem." Clark said as Harry nodded.
"So, are you planning on going to Smallville High? Or are you going back to England for school?" Clark asked as Harry sighed.
"I don't know." Harry replied.
"The reason I came here, to America, was to escape someone. Actually, more like some people. They've been watching me. Trying to capture me. Kill me." Harry said the last phrase in barely a whisper, but Clark heard it clearly.
"Why?" he asked as he and Harry continued to walk.
"I'm different from the rest of you."
"Unless you're an alien, I don't think there will be people out there trying to kill you." Clark joked as Harry's expression turned grim.
"It's not a laughing matter. Just a few months ago, they killed my god father."
Harry was actually surprised at himself for telling these things to Clark, he knew what could happen if the information got into the wrong hands, but for some reason, he felt that he could trust him.
"Are they in jail for murder?" Clark asked as Harry shook his head.
"No one can find him. Everyone's scared of him." Harry whispered as he and Clark walked into the Talon.
"Hey Clark, hey Harry. Coffee again?" Lana asked as Clark shook his head.
The two boys sat down onto a couch, and Harry continued to explain.
"The world I'm from. It's completely different from here. Everyone there has the will to kill anytime they want, there are monsters that can remove your souls, and everyone fears the one man that has killed millions." Harry whispered.
"Why are you telling me this?" Clark asked as Harry looked up.
"I have no idea. For some reason, I have a feeling I can trust you." Harry said with a sigh.
"Don't tell me, you're an alien?" Clark guessed as Harry shook his head.
"Harry, trust me, Smallville is one of the weirdest towns in America, whatever you're talking about, I'm sure I've seen it or experienced something like it sometime in the last two years." Clark smiled as Harry nodded.
"But I guarantee you, some of the people I know... they're not exactly what you call normal."
"Neither am I." Clark muttered as Harry looked over in his direction.
*****
"Dumbledore, the ministry of magic says Harry hasn't used any underage magic at all. In fact, they can't even trace where his wand is. It's as if he's no longer underage." Mr. Weasley said as Dumbledore frowned.
"This won't be good." He muttered as he walked into Harry's room.
Dumbledore and the order had been searching Harry's room for a while, hoping to find a hint of where Harry could be. But so far, they found nothing. Even Harry's trunk and school books were missing.
When Dumbledore checked at Gringotts earlier that day, the goblins explained that Harry had withdrawn all his gold, and had exchanged a few hundred galleons to pounds.
The Dursleys said that Harry's passport was missing, and when they checked at the airport, it seemed Harry had bought a few plane tickets.
From London to France, then from France to China, then from China to New York. The next part was what confused Dumbledore, Harry had bought two tickets to leave from New York. One to a city in Kansas called Smallville, another was to Toronto, Canada.
The list continued, from Toronto, there were two tickets, one to Hong Kong, another back to London. The ticket that had led to Kansas was pretty much a dead end.
"Have you decided where Harry may be?" Moody asked as Dumbledore shook his head.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny sat upon Harry's bed, with hurt expressions on their faces.
"How could he just... leave?" Hermione asked in barely a whisper.
Fred and George were also there, searching in the cupboards under Harry's floor for anything Harry may have left behind, other then dust balls, there was nothing.
As Hermione began to cry, Ron placed his arm around her and gave her a warn hug, even Fred and George weren't in the mood to make a joke about it.
Ginny's eyes flicked around the room, trying to see if there was anything clues that the others may have over looked. Suddenly, her eyes stopped at Harry's closet.
She got up from the bed, and walked over to it. She pulled it open, and found that there was nothing inside there. Nothing at all.
She frowned, got to her knees, and tried to crack open the floor. Fred and George came to her rescue, and helped her open it with a flick of their wands. It was also empty, and Ginny groaned as she smashed her head into the back wall of the closet.
CRACK!
Ginny pulled her head back in shock, as she looked at the once solid wall. It was fake! As everyone ran over towards them to see what they've found, Ginny, along with the help of her two brothers, removed the fake wall.
Behind it, was a small box. Ginny reached in, and took it out. There wasn't any dust on it, and everyone could tell that it was just placed it a few days ago.
Ginny handed the box to Dumbledore, who opened it quickly, only to find tons of letters. They were all from Sirius to Harry.
There was one unopened envelope inside it, and Dumbledore quickly opened it, hoping that Harry might have left it for them.
Dear Dumbledore,
I'm sorry for running away, I really am. I
only hope that you'll be able to find this,
it took me rather a large amount of time
to find the hiding place for it, hopefully it
wasn't too much trouble for you to find it.
You're probably all wondering why I ran
away, why I ran away from the Dursley's
when I knew that Voldemort's out there
trying to find a way to kill me. The truth
is, I need some time alone. After Sirius's
death, I haven't been able to eat, sleep,
or do anything properly. Even my uncle
and aunt were getting worried about me.
As you know, this is very highly unusual!
I was tired of people checking on me when
I was perfectly fine. The Dursleys yelled
at me because of that, and after what's
happened, I hardly think it's worth staying
here anymore. Don't bother to find me. I
found a way to prevent the ministry from
sensing when I use underage magic, Sirius
explained it to me in one of his letters a
while ago. I can only wish that he's alive.
Although I doubt there's even a possibility.
Anyways, in case you are searching for me,
I'm somewhere in America. A town named
Smallville, it's in Kansas. After I watched
The movie "The Wizard of Oz" I wanted to
go to Kansas. Just got some stupid reason
I guess, but if you do want to look for me,
at least now you know where I am.
From: Harry James Potter
"Is it really from Harry?" Ron asked as Dumbledore nodded.
The headmaster of Hogwarts had read what was on the letter out loud, and now, everyone that was in the room knew where Harry's location was.
"What do we do now?" Hermione asked as Ginny spoke up.
"We find him."
Harry quickly counted the money, and then stuck it into his pockets. The fifteen turning sixteen year old was now wearing a pair of black pants, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket.
"So, now that you've got your money, what are you going to do?" Clark asked as he and Harry exited the bank and turned around a corner.
"No idea." Harry said as Clark laughed.
"I'll pay you back for the coffee first—"
"No need." Clark cut in.
"But—"
"Really, it's no problem." Clark said as Harry nodded.
"So, are you planning on going to Smallville High? Or are you going back to England for school?" Clark asked as Harry sighed.
"I don't know." Harry replied.
"The reason I came here, to America, was to escape someone. Actually, more like some people. They've been watching me. Trying to capture me. Kill me." Harry said the last phrase in barely a whisper, but Clark heard it clearly.
"Why?" he asked as he and Harry continued to walk.
"I'm different from the rest of you."
"Unless you're an alien, I don't think there will be people out there trying to kill you." Clark joked as Harry's expression turned grim.
"It's not a laughing matter. Just a few months ago, they killed my god father."
Harry was actually surprised at himself for telling these things to Clark, he knew what could happen if the information got into the wrong hands, but for some reason, he felt that he could trust him.
"Are they in jail for murder?" Clark asked as Harry shook his head.
"No one can find him. Everyone's scared of him." Harry whispered as he and Clark walked into the Talon.
"Hey Clark, hey Harry. Coffee again?" Lana asked as Clark shook his head.
The two boys sat down onto a couch, and Harry continued to explain.
"The world I'm from. It's completely different from here. Everyone there has the will to kill anytime they want, there are monsters that can remove your souls, and everyone fears the one man that has killed millions." Harry whispered.
"Why are you telling me this?" Clark asked as Harry looked up.
"I have no idea. For some reason, I have a feeling I can trust you." Harry said with a sigh.
"Don't tell me, you're an alien?" Clark guessed as Harry shook his head.
"Harry, trust me, Smallville is one of the weirdest towns in America, whatever you're talking about, I'm sure I've seen it or experienced something like it sometime in the last two years." Clark smiled as Harry nodded.
"But I guarantee you, some of the people I know... they're not exactly what you call normal."
"Neither am I." Clark muttered as Harry looked over in his direction.
*****
"Dumbledore, the ministry of magic says Harry hasn't used any underage magic at all. In fact, they can't even trace where his wand is. It's as if he's no longer underage." Mr. Weasley said as Dumbledore frowned.
"This won't be good." He muttered as he walked into Harry's room.
Dumbledore and the order had been searching Harry's room for a while, hoping to find a hint of where Harry could be. But so far, they found nothing. Even Harry's trunk and school books were missing.
When Dumbledore checked at Gringotts earlier that day, the goblins explained that Harry had withdrawn all his gold, and had exchanged a few hundred galleons to pounds.
The Dursleys said that Harry's passport was missing, and when they checked at the airport, it seemed Harry had bought a few plane tickets.
From London to France, then from France to China, then from China to New York. The next part was what confused Dumbledore, Harry had bought two tickets to leave from New York. One to a city in Kansas called Smallville, another was to Toronto, Canada.
The list continued, from Toronto, there were two tickets, one to Hong Kong, another back to London. The ticket that had led to Kansas was pretty much a dead end.
"Have you decided where Harry may be?" Moody asked as Dumbledore shook his head.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny sat upon Harry's bed, with hurt expressions on their faces.
"How could he just... leave?" Hermione asked in barely a whisper.
Fred and George were also there, searching in the cupboards under Harry's floor for anything Harry may have left behind, other then dust balls, there was nothing.
As Hermione began to cry, Ron placed his arm around her and gave her a warn hug, even Fred and George weren't in the mood to make a joke about it.
Ginny's eyes flicked around the room, trying to see if there was anything clues that the others may have over looked. Suddenly, her eyes stopped at Harry's closet.
She got up from the bed, and walked over to it. She pulled it open, and found that there was nothing inside there. Nothing at all.
She frowned, got to her knees, and tried to crack open the floor. Fred and George came to her rescue, and helped her open it with a flick of their wands. It was also empty, and Ginny groaned as she smashed her head into the back wall of the closet.
CRACK!
Ginny pulled her head back in shock, as she looked at the once solid wall. It was fake! As everyone ran over towards them to see what they've found, Ginny, along with the help of her two brothers, removed the fake wall.
Behind it, was a small box. Ginny reached in, and took it out. There wasn't any dust on it, and everyone could tell that it was just placed it a few days ago.
Ginny handed the box to Dumbledore, who opened it quickly, only to find tons of letters. They were all from Sirius to Harry.
There was one unopened envelope inside it, and Dumbledore quickly opened it, hoping that Harry might have left it for them.
Dear Dumbledore,
I'm sorry for running away, I really am. I
only hope that you'll be able to find this,
it took me rather a large amount of time
to find the hiding place for it, hopefully it
wasn't too much trouble for you to find it.
You're probably all wondering why I ran
away, why I ran away from the Dursley's
when I knew that Voldemort's out there
trying to find a way to kill me. The truth
is, I need some time alone. After Sirius's
death, I haven't been able to eat, sleep,
or do anything properly. Even my uncle
and aunt were getting worried about me.
As you know, this is very highly unusual!
I was tired of people checking on me when
I was perfectly fine. The Dursleys yelled
at me because of that, and after what's
happened, I hardly think it's worth staying
here anymore. Don't bother to find me. I
found a way to prevent the ministry from
sensing when I use underage magic, Sirius
explained it to me in one of his letters a
while ago. I can only wish that he's alive.
Although I doubt there's even a possibility.
Anyways, in case you are searching for me,
I'm somewhere in America. A town named
Smallville, it's in Kansas. After I watched
The movie "The Wizard of Oz" I wanted to
go to Kansas. Just got some stupid reason
I guess, but if you do want to look for me,
at least now you know where I am.
From: Harry James Potter
"Is it really from Harry?" Ron asked as Dumbledore nodded.
The headmaster of Hogwarts had read what was on the letter out loud, and now, everyone that was in the room knew where Harry's location was.
"What do we do now?" Hermione asked as Ginny spoke up.
"We find him."