A/N: Another chapter, and I hope you all like the new version of my story and if you've just stumbled across it, I still hope you enjoy it. Well, here you go. Let's see what happens next!

A/N 2: I should be pepped up enough to write a least a little decently on this chapter, just got done watching a few Smallville episodes so I'm probably going to be dreaming weird dreams as usual when I have too much of some story. Hey, has anyone noticed that in a lot of the episodes, when the scene cuts to Martha Kent she's taking something out of the oven or out of the fridge. Okay, just noticed that today, I'll let you get to the story and escape my weirdness… for now.

Chapter 3

It didn't take long for Clark and the two Dursley males to arrive where they were going. It turned out that the British site they decided to take him to happened to be a zoo. It wasn't something you couldn't find in Metropolis, but Clark figured it would be fun anyways.

They wandered through a few of the exhibits, stopped at an ice cream stand when Dudley finally persuaded his father to break his diet a little bit more, and watched a bird show. When they finally reached the reptile house, Clark was looking forward to it, but the Dursleys were not. Dudley looked very nervous and for some reason his hands were inching towards his excessively large bum to cover it, and Vernon had a slight twitch.

"If you guys don't want to go into the reptile exhibit, we don't have to."

"Oh, don't be silly. We'll just…uh…"

"I'll just go in by myself and we can meet up again back at that café we past. I'm sure it's nearly time for lunch." Dudley's ears pricked up at the word lunch, and Vernon looked relieved.

"All right. We'll see you there then. You do know the way, Clark?" Clark nodded and then waved to them as he entered the reptile exhibit.

Clark strolled through the building slowly, as he looked in at the different snakes and lizards and thought about how strange the Dursley's had acted. Perhaps they had a fear of snakes. If it was, it was a very bad case. Clark though, didn't see anything wrong with the things. Sure, he couldn't be hurt by them but he still didn't think they were that bad.

Something moved at the other corner of the room and Clark turned only catching sight of a medium sized creature rushing to hide in one of the darker corners of the reptile room. Shining, silver eyes looked at him from the shadows, and suddenly they were gone. He made his way over to the corner as fast as he could without going into super speed or making the few scattered people in the exhibit suspicious. When he reached it though, there were no traces that any creature had been there.

What was that thing?

After the mysterious creature disappeared from the building, Clark lost interest in the reptiles and decided to head back to the café. He was still brooding about whatever it was when they reached home and nearly ran into Harry in the hallway because of it. The shorter boy looked up at Clark as if he was the devil himself for a second and then his expression went nearly blank, though he still looked nervous. This boy must have had a lot of practice, he was nearly as good as Lex.

"Hey, Harry. I didn't see you there, sorry."

"Oh, no problem. I was just coming in from tending the garden and was, er, a little distracted myself." They both stood there for a moment, shifting their eyes everywhere except on each other before Clark broke the silence.

"I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have pried into your life." Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a high shriek from the back yard. Harry spun around and rushed out the door that he'd just entered, with Clark right on his heels.

Petunia Dursley was standing in the middle of the yard, shaking and wide-eyed. She seemed to be starring into the shadows of her garden, but when Clark looked he didn't see anything there. Thumping came from behind them and Clark knew that Vernon must now be outside, and another lighter thud indicated that Dudley had followed.

"What is it Petunia?!" Clark turned to see that Dursley held a rifle in his hands and the twitch he had had at the reptile house was back. Petunia pointed a shaking finger at the bushes where she'd been starring.

"S-something ran into the bushes!" Vernon crept over to the bushes, a slight shake to his walk but determined to find what had scared his wife. He stuck the end of the gun into the leaves and parted them. Nothing was there. Dursley turned around to face his wife.

"You probably saw a cat, Petunia." Petunia roughly shook her head and looked at her husband.

"No, it was bigger than a cat… with silver eyes!" Clark stiffened when he heard this. That was what he saw at the zoo!

"Nonsense, you know that Miss Figg has a lot of strange cats. It was probably one of her odd breeds."

"Well… I suppose so. I… I hardly saw any of it; just dark fur and th-those eyes." Clark watched as Petunia turned and shakily made her way to the kitchen. She still seemed to be worried, though she had already said herself that it could have been just a cat. He had a gut feeling that whatever that was, it wasn't a cat. Or at least not your run of the mill kind of cat. One that could disappear that fast was NOT ordinary.

Turning to look at Harry, once Clark managed to pull himself out of his thoughts, he caught the sight of Harry pulling his hand out from his jacket. This struck Clark as odd so, concentrating, he switched to x-ray vision to see what Harry was grabbing onto. Clarks' confusion increased as he saw that what Harry must have been reaching in for had only been a stick with a handle. Was that…a wand?

A/N: I could so finish this chapter like this, but I'm not going to! J

Harry finally noticed Clark staring at him and smiled nervously.

"I guess there's nothing to worry about." Clark seemed to jolt out of his thoughts, but he managed to smile.

"Uh, yeah," Again there was silence as the two boys were left alone in the backyard.

"Before, er Clark, I was going to say… Well, it's all right. I'm just not that open about my past usually." A friendly smile appeared on Clark's face and Harry felt relief wash over him.

"Whatever is in your past Harry, I'm sure I would understand. We all have pasts."

Yeah, but mine's the worst of all.

"You wouldn't want to hear mine, believe me." A light laugh came from Clark and he shook his head.

"Well if you ever want to tell me about it, we can swap stories and compare," Clarks' face then changed to a serious expression and he looked Harry straight in the eye. "But really Harry, if you need someone to talk to, I'll understand anything you want to tell me."

"Thanks for the offer… We should go in now. I still have some chores to do and I heard that my uncle wants to show you some trophies he got when he went to Smeltings." Clark laughed when Harry rolled his eyes and they both made their way inside.

It was already afternoon and nearing evening, so Harry was soon scolded by Aunt Petunia and swept into doing kitchen duties so she could prepare dinner. Harry didn't complain as she added more to his list, but got straight to work. It would give him some time to think on the events of the day. First his conversations with Clark, and then that creature that they had encountered would be plaguing his thoughts the entire evening. He was sure it wasn't a normal cat (perhaps not even a cat at all) and he had a strange suspicion that Clark knew that too. The look on his face when Aunt Petunia had described it was enough to convince Harry of that.

What was it doing in his backyard though? He had heard that sometimes when a wizard or witch lived in one place for long enough, they could attract magical creatures to them. He'd have to check his school books to find out what it was, which meant that Harry would be sneaking downstairs that night and getting his Care of Magical Creatures book. Hermione would be proud to see him opening his books up for more than school work.

This thought brought a smile to his face as he scrubbed a few dishes. He missed his friends and Hogwarts. Harry was already counting down the days until he could get away from his relatives and with his friends. He hoped it would be sooner than the start of school though. Life at the Dursleys' had changed for the better when Clark had arrived but Harry still couldn't stand them.

"Hurry up boy. I need those dishes tonight!" Harry sighed as his Aunt's shrilling voice broke into his thoughts. He scrubbed faster and quickly dried off all of the wet dishes. His time to think was over for the moment, but he'd start his research as soon as Clark was asleep. He hoped Clark wasn't a light sleeper.

A/N: Can anyone guess what the creature may have been? Well if anyone can get close to what I have planned, I'll dedicate the chapter with the creature's identity reavealed in it to that person. It'll be hard, and even if you have the right place to look you'll probably only get it half right. Believe me, this beast just sprung out of nowhere when I wrote it into the plot line. Sorry if the chapter was a bit shorter than the others, I still have lots of stuff for you to see in upcoming chapters, but schools going to be in my way for awhile. So bear with me!

I'm going to dedicate this chapter to that silver-eyed beast that made my story oh so much better. Mé placet té cognoscere et grátiás!