A/N: Next chapter, I hope you enjoy! Oh, and I seem to have had a few guesses in my reviews (which I enjoyed very much by the way). My lips are sealed until my little friend is revealed though. Remember the closest guess to what my creature is, gets that chapter dedicated to them.

CantonJohn- I'm glad that my crossover caught your eye.

Angelkitty77- Thank you! Oh, and Sirius has blue eyes? I really need to pay more attention…

Jake Paul- The question to your answer is very soon, sooner than you think. Thanks for the review!

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Nightwing 509- Thanks and your guess was very creative, we'll see if you're anywhere close once I get to that chapter!

Mitchell- Good guess, your review really made my day. I was all smileys (yes, smileys) for the rest of the day after I'd read it.

Jasi- I see I have an old reader still reading. Thanks, I was afraid no one would like the new version.

A/N 2: As you might have noticed, I'm no longer Freelance-Roguewriter. I decided I would be Sherwoods-GreenLady from now on. Sorry if I confused anyone because of that.

Chapter 4

Harry had crept down that night once everyone was asleep in the house. A noise that sounded suspiciously like a snore was coming from his Care of Magical Creature's book when he got it out and stroked its spine. Harry then opened it up reassured that it wouldn't try and bite him. He didn't go upstairs though. He couldn't risk Clark finding him with a book like that in his hands. Instead, he settled down on top of his trunk and began flipping through the pages. That's how it was for nearly an hour until Harry finally gave up his search. Nothing in the book mentioned anything about a silver-eyed beast of that size.

He sighed and picked himself back up from the top of his trunk. Perhaps it was what Uncle Vernon had said, a strange cat of Miss Figgs. With a sense of frustration at the lack of knowledge his nightly escapade provided, Harry put away his book and headed upstairs to try and sleep for the remaining hours of the night. He'd have to worry about the creature later, perhaps with Hermione and Ron's help, but right now he needed to get into bed before Clark woke up and found him missing.

As Harry made his way up the stairs something shifted upstairs. He paused with a foot hovering over the next step. It sounded like it was coming from his and Clarks' room. Maybe Clark was awake and saw his empty bed. He'd have to make an excuse now. Harry began to slowly make his way up to his room once again, but when he nearly reached the top a loud thump came from his room accompanied by something wooden breaking.

Panicking, Harry reached for his wand and ran into his room to see what happened. His jaw dropped when he came upon the situation in room.

(A few minutes before)

Clark was standing in a dark abyss. This had to be a dream, was the first thought to pop into his head. Nothing was visible around him, just blackness. He stood there for awhile, wondering why he was dreaming this when something shone in the distance. It was a small, silver light. Wasn't it? He strained to look closer and right beside the seemingly floating orb, another one appeared. They were eyes. The two glowing eyes stared at him with a sharp intelligence in them. Clark tried to move towards them, but he never seemed to get any closer. Finally, he gave up his fruitless attempts and stood still, just looking at the two eyes in confusion.

"Who are you…What are you?" The eyes shined dangerously from the darkness, narrowing to slits.

"Watch yourself this year, young one. Danger awaits those who stick their noses into it." The creatures' soft, high-pitched voice echoed on the unseen walls of wherever Clark was.

"You haven't answered my questions, and what dangers?"

"You will see. Trust your new friend though. He is strong and will be a great ally." The glowing eyes then disappeared and Clark was left once again in the darkness.

"Ally for what?!" Clark didn't get an answer except for the floor to be suddenly absent underneath him. He still couldn't see anything around him, but he knew he was falling far. In his desperation he was wishing very hard that he could fly right about now, and that's when he felt himself collide with something. Instead of his back hitting anything as he expected, he felt himself roughly pushed into something in front of him.

This didn't feel like a dream anymore, so slowly he opened his eyes to see nothing but white in front of his eyes. It took him a moment to realize that it was the ceiling. Clark's eyes widened in surprised once this realization came to him and before he could look down at his obviously floating body, gravity kicked in again. He came down with a resounding crash as he felt the bed beneath him break in several places.

He just laid there for a moment with his eyes squeezed shut. This was going to take a lot of explaining.

"What in Merlin's beard?!" Clark resisted the urge to groan. He slowly opened his eyes to look up at Harry, who was looking very surprised as he starred down at the broken bed. Clark decided his best option was to act dumb. He started to get up from the bed, faking soreness as if the fall would have actually hurt him. Skillfully weaving a mask of confusion as he got up, he looked at Harry who was looking from him to the bed with one of his hands in his pocket.

"Uh, what happened?"

"What happened? You tell me what happened!" There was a commotion out in the hall and Vernon Dursley came barging in with a rifle in his hands.

"What's going on?!" Vernon finally noticed the broken bed and looked up at Harry with a purple face. "What did you do boy?!" Harry scowled and opened his mouth to protest.

"I didn't do a thing. I wasn't even up here when it happened," he said firmly and angrily.

"Then where were you?" Harry seemed to suddenly see his mistake in words and opened his mouth several time, trying to fix what he'd said. Vernon didn't give him time to explain himself though. Instead, he turned to Clark with a nervous look on his face. "I'm sorry Clark this must be one of my nephews' pranks. He's a troubled boy, I told you, and must have thought it would be funny to saw the beds legs so they would break."

"But…"

"Quiet boy, I have a few things to say to you later!"

"Mr. Dursley, this isn't Harry's fault. I'm sure I must have just shifted wrong in my sleep that's all." Though leaving the blame on Harry would have evaded Clark of a few questions, he didn't want him in trouble. Harry hadn't done anything and even if he did lie, he would only keep the Dursley's eyes off him and Harry would have probably hated him and been more suspicious. This way brought minimal damage to the whole situation.

Vernon Dursley seemed to relax at Clark's statement, and Harry was just staring at him intently. He was probably due for an interrogation once Harry could get him alone. Mr. Dursley seemed to think that some punishment was in order though, and locked onto the last thing he could.

"Very well then, but I still want to know what you were doing out of bed Harry." Harry had managed to school his features by the time Vernon brought the conversation back to him and shifted his gaze from Clark to his uncle.

"Oh, I was just getting a drink, couldn't sleep." Vernon's beady eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he didn't say anything. He just made a low "harrumph", blowing his mustache in the process and exited the small room taking his rifle with him.

Harry only waited a minute after his uncle left before he turned to Clark with a determined gleam in his eyes. Clark took note that the younger teens hand was still in his pocket and guessed that was where his wand was currently stowed.

"What really happened, Clark?" Clark shrugged, trying to keep as casual as he could.

"Don't know. Maybe that wood couldn't take my weight anymore. My mom always says I'd eat us out of house and home if she wasn't there to stop me." Harry didn't laugh as Clark was hoping he would. He just looked at Clark with confusion on his face.

"I guess so…" He kept the sentence hanging for a moment as if he wanted to say something more, but changed his mind. "We should get dressed. Breakfast will be soon. You can use the toilet first." Clark nodded, thanking for this hiatus in the questioning but knowing he hadn't seen the last of it. He then grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom.

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Harry watched Clark as he closed the door to the toilet. He'd thought there was something different about Clark, but now with… well, whatever happened up here he was starting to wonder how different he was. Now he was starting to wish he had some way to communicate with Dumbledore. If anyone knew about unsolved mysteries it was him. Harry sighed as he grabbed a change of clothes. The fact that he wasn't going to be contacting Dumbledore any time soon was going to bug him for hours, and he didn't get any sleep that night. This was going to be a long day…

A/N: I'll stop there for now. I know it's short. But it's better than nothing and since I just started newspaper at my school, I'm feeling claustrophobic about deadlines. I hate them, which is probably why I haven't tried newspaper until now. So, don't kill me if I don't update for awhile.