A/N: Hey, I have really liked the reviews I'm getting. Sorry if I've driven anyone mad this past couple weeks. I've been lazy, reluctant, and frustrated. I just looked at fanfiction before I posted this and if I'd posted this tomorrow, it would have been exactly a month since I last updated. But I'm not waiting another minute. So, here's the chapter… FINALLY.

Disclaimer: I just realized that I haven't put one of these on my story yet. I do not currently, and will not in the near future (maybe later in life if I had all the money in the world. Note the sarcasm) own either Smallville or Harry Potter. They belong to their creators, not me.

Chapter 6 (THE REVEALING)

The bush was quickly dug up and discarded in the garbage and Harry just barely managed to run upstairs and wash up before Uncle Vernon came back from work. He did look suspiciously at him when he hurried into the kitchen, but he usually did that anyways.

When Clark came down he looked confused. He started to open his mouth to ask Harry something, but Harry gave him a look that meant "not right now." He promptly shut his mouth then and didn't attempt to ask any questions throughout the entire meal.

Every one was very silent the entire time, all caught up in their own thoughts. Uncle Vernon looked confused and tried to start several conversations, but everything would soon fall into silence again. The casserole that Aunt Petunia had made was slightly burnt, but still good. Everyone used this excuse to have their mouths full as much as possible when Vernon tried to ask questions. The awkward silence eventually seemed to be too much for Uncle Vernon though. He roughly set his cup of tea down as his face turned a light shade of purple.

"What is going on here! Why is everyone so quiet?"

"N-Nothing dear. We're just very tired tonight. Isn't that right boys?" Aunt Petunia looked around at them shakily and they all quickly nodded in agreement. Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes, looking around at everyone at the table.

"Are you sure nothing's going on? Nothing…happened?" Harry had a feeling that pause was supposed to have the word "magic", or "strange" in it by the way his uncle looked at Aunt Petunia. She seemed to have inserted the same word too, since her face paled slightly. Her hands shook as she reached for her glass and she briskly shook her head.

"Nothing happened, dear. Nothing at all." Uncle Vernon seemed to relax visibly, and Aunt Petunia seemed to also when she saw he was beginning to believe her.

"Alright then, what's made you all so tired tonight then?" Uncle Vernon looked around at all of them enquiringly. "Clark, anything exciting today? I believe Dudley was planning to introduce you to his friends, correct?"

"Yes," Clark's gaze darkened, probably thinking about what happened earlier. "They were over for awhile."

"Ah, good then you're getting to know people here. Perhaps I should introduce you to my boss. After all, he was the one you were to stay with originally." Clark smiled politely and nodded his head.

"Sounds great," Clark continued after a moments pause. "I was actually hoping that I might look around town too; you know, site seeing." Uncle Vernon seemed delighted as he listened to Clark.

"What a splendid idea! Tomorrow is Saturday so we can all go." Harry's full attention was on the conversation now; even Dudley was distracted from his food. Getting out of the house sounded great to Harry's restless mind. Harry hadn't gone anywhere since he'd gotten back from Hogwarts and the house was seeming smaller every day.

"Sounds good," Clark replied. "I should probably get some rest now." Clark bid everyone goodnight and hurried up the stairs. Harry was going to follow soon after but Aunt Petunia stopped him at the stairs.

"Harry, finish your chores." Harry groaned inwardly. He didn't make any verbal protests though and slowly went back to the kitchen to wash dishes.

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The polite smile Clark had worn at the dinner table disappeared as he went upstairs. In its place was a confused frown as he entered the room he shared with Harry and sat on the end of his now shorter bed. They didn't have any way to repair it so Mr. Dursley had chopped off the legs so Clark still had a bed to sleep in.

Clark looked back at the bed and then over at the window. Everything was becoming very confusing. He didn't even know if he could go to his parents with all of this right now. The fact that he was now shooting fire from his eyes would have his parents sending him back home in a heartbeat and he wasn't ready to do that yet. The truth would come out eventually though. The animal though… he wasn't sure. This wasn't something that happened usually. People with strange abilities he'd seen before and handled, but a talking animal? Who was he supposed to mention that to that could give him an answer?

Harry.

Harry? Why were his thoughts suddenly turning to Harry for all of the answers?

Clark's gaze drifted to Harry's bed, his thoughts coming back to what was hidden under there. Maybe that was why. If Harry was what he thought he was, he'd understand right?

His thoughts turned to the conversation he'd tried to overhear before dinner. He'd only managed to hear the part that moved into the kitchen, but from what he'd heard Clark knew they'd been talking about more than just a simple burnt bush. His aunt didn't seem to like whatever they'd discussed either. The entire family didn't really seem to like Harry in fact.

Things began to click into place in Clark's mind. The fear in the relatives eyes, all the nervous glances and Vernon Dursley so upset when the bed was broken. They didn't like the fact that Harry was different; that he was magical or whatever the items beneath his bed meant. Either way, Harry was keeping a secret probably as big as his own. Clark was beginning to think that they really weren't that different at all. Except that Harry didn't have the support he had from parents. This fact though, may not be a good thing in the end. Clark had seen those people that were affected by the meteor rocks turn bad because they didn't have love from their parents. Would it be the same for Harry?

In any case, Clark didn't know what he could do if Harry was to change. He wasn't going to be here for long and the time he had left wouldn't be able to affect Harry's view on life enough. So what could he do?

Clark mentally shrugged and got up from his bed and moved to one of the drawers of the dresser that contained his clothes. He'd have to think about it in the morning. It was getting late and he hadn't gotten that much sleep the other night since he'd had that peculiar dream and been woken up at an early hour, floating.

He got ready for bed quickly, and then lay down in his now stunted bed to sleep hoping that he wouldn't be disturbed that night by a dream again.

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Harry climbed into bed without bothering to change. He was exhausted with the work he had done and he never had a chance to sleep the previous night. He was asleep before his head could touch the pillow, and already pulled into a deep sleep and dreaming.

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Clark's wishes weren't to be so easily granted, he realized as he found himself in a dark abyss once again.

"It seems you need more help than I thought." Clark spun around as the voice spoke. He now faced the glowing silver eyes, and they looked annoyed.

"What are you talking about?"

"The burning bush, young one. I had assumed that you had control of all your abilities but it would seem I was… wrong." Clark's eyes widened and he backed up a little.

"So… I did start that fire." The creature gave a snort from the darkness, blinking its eyes a few times.

"Of course you started that fire, and I had to put it out. When I…" the creature paused and looked at Clark. "Never mind, no point in complaining. The council will heed none of it." Clark looked at the silver eyes in confusion. What was it talking about? What council? The beast seemed to notice his confusion and sighed.

"Ignore what I've said about any council for now. At the moment we need to worry about this fire issue…" Clark cut the creature off, which didn't seem to go well with it since it emitted a deep growl.

"I want some answers, who are you? What are you?"

"That," it began curtly, its growl continuing on into its' high voice. "Is something that will be explained in due time. If you will just listen, this can go faster!" Clark kept silent and the creature gave a snort before continuing.

"Now, as I was saying. You will need to be taught a few things…"

"I can handle it myself." The silver eyes narrowed and Clark started to regret speaking up.

"Yes, I'm sure you burnt that bush quite well on your own," the silver eyes suddenly looked off for a moment, eventually focusing again but seeming more annoyed than before. "I've spent too much time with you tonight. Morning is nearing and the council calls. I must go."

"But I just…"

"Time is irrelevant in a dream, young one. Good bye!" Clark once again felt the falling sensation, and foolishly tried to move upward again. Before he knew it, the front of him hit an object and his senses came back to him. Opening his eyes again, he found the world to be nothing but blurred white.

He groaned and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable fall.

"Clark?" Clark's eyes shot open a split second before gravity took over, and he came down with a large crash.

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(a/n: it's time for Harry's vision. I don't want to write the entire thing out though 'cause a) it's long and b) you've all read it if you're reading this or at least I hope you have so there's no need, right?)

Harry jolted awake from a terrible nightmare. He lay in his bed, panting and clasping his forehead where his lightning bolt scar seemed to burn like it had only just been seared into his skin. After a moment he reached out in the dark room with one hand to grab his glasses and shove them on his face. He tried to remember what he was dreaming about. It seemed to be difficult, but he remembered knowing someone in the dream; perhaps two?

He thought harder and the image of a dark room popped to the surface of his mind. Yes, there were three people. One, he didn't know and the others were… Harry's thoughts darkened as he thought of the two other people. Peter Pettigrew, also known by the name of Wormtail, and Voldemort.

For a few minutes he stared in front of him, thinking about the dream and rubbing his forehead. His eyes drifted to Clark's bed. It was empty. Harry's brow creased in confusion. Wasn't it a little early to be up? He found his answer though, when he looked up. Harry's jaw dropped as he stared at his floating room mate.

The first thought to run through his mind was that he'd done magic. He had been having a rough dream… But why hadn't Clark come down as soon as he'd woken up then? Another idea came to his mind and Harry looked around the room carefully.

"Dobby?" No answer. What was going on? A movement caught Harry's eye and he looked back up to see Clark floating a little higher until he collided with the ceiling. Confusion increased ten-fold and Harry quickly grabbed his wand and stood up, aiming it towards Clark. Then, almost hesitantly, he spoke.

"Clark?" For a second it was if there were a deep breathe being held; like the one you held before taking a sudden plunge on the carts at Gringotts. In this case, it wasn't the sudden drop of a cart but Clark's body which collided with the bed beneath him with a very loud (and painful looking) crash.

Clark just lay there for several minutes and Harry was tempted to check for a pulse. He moved though, slowly getting up from the bed which was broken once again. At the same moment, something thumped in the hallway and Harry knew Uncle Vernon was about to come in. Harry panicked as he realized how this picture looked; him with a wand out and the broken bed. He didn't have time to do anything with it though. The door began to open and Harry's panic increased as he moved to stuff the wand in his pocket, but realized he didn't have on his jeans. Again, his panic increased until it was replaced with shock and confusion as his wand disappeared from his hand.

Uncle Vernon came fully into the room then, brandishing his rifle like a baseball bat and face as purple as a plum. Harry didn't take notice of him for a moment, as he was distracted by the sudden absence of his wand. As soon as that mustached whale started shouting though, his full attention was on the scene around him again.

"What in the blazes is going on!" Uncle Vernon then saw the bed and his face darkened to a deep royal purple. He waved a sausage finger in the air and made a few unintelligible noises before making out some words. "Once… Once can be explained as normal, but twice! Boy, what have you been doing!"

"I didn't do anything! Honest!"

"Where is that… thing of yours!" Uncle Vernon glanced over at Clark for a brief moment, but turned his rage filled eyes back to Harry. Harry glanced at Clark too, noticing that he had a thoughtful look on his face.

What's he thinking about, Harry thought to himself. And why was he floating?

Harry was certain the floating incident had nothing to do with him by now. He doubted if that dream had triggered his magic, it would have just levitated one person. So, one conclusion was made. Clark. Harry didn't have time now to think over it all though. Right now, he'd have to deny, deny, deny. Which meant turning his thoughts back to his raging uncle for the moment.

"I don't have it!" "It" was his wand and that was true. He didn't even know where it was at the moment which was both good and bad. Good, because Uncle Vernon probably wouldn't be able to find it and bad since he wouldn't be able to find it himself and had no idea what happened in the first place. Uncle Vernon wasn't going to take that for an answer though.

"What do you mean you don't have it," his voice was beginning to rise and Aunt Petunia's and Dudley's heads popped out from the hallway to see what was happening. "You carry that blasted thing around with you, don't you!"

"I told you, I don't have it right now!"

"Then get it now, 'cause I'm going to snap its' blasted shape into a thousand pieces!" Harry felt his eyebrows raise and he backed up a step as his uncle began to move forward in his rage. The last time he'd looked this mad was when Hagrid sent all those letters through the chimney, which hadn't ended well. It didn't help that he was doing this all in front of a muggle either. He apparently was to the point of not caring though in his fury.

Harry watched as his uncle continued to advance on him with the rifle moving further into target. He was nearly a foot away from him when someone quickly, almost inhumanly moved between them. Harry stared confused into a blue shirt in front of him until his brain registered who it was in front of him.

Clark blocked Uncle Vernon from his vision, but he still heard the angered mans' heavy breathing from the other side of him. He held his hands in front of him, and Harry assumed he was holding them up to stop his uncle.

"Don't do this Mr. Dursley."

"Get out of the way boy, I'm after the freak!" The muscles in Clark's back stiffened immediately at those words. Harry felt panic, both for his new friend and his uncle, rise in his chest. Something was going to happen. Harry tried to push his way around Clark, but he only seemed to block more of the way.

"Clark, don't. I can handle this."

"I know what I'm doing," was Clark's reply, and Harry heard a click meaning only one thing. Uncle Vernon was going to shoot; he was actually going to shoot. Clark seemed to tense again and one of his hands shot up in an incredible speed that it nearly blurred. The sound of creaking metal reached Harry's ears and he tried to move around Clark again to see what was happening. Clark finally gave him room and Harry starred at the scene with shock.

Uncle Vernon's rifle was bent in the shape of an L, while his eyes stared at it like two large saucers. His skin was pale now, almost white and a twitch began to form in his left eye. One glance at Petunia and Dudley told Harry that they were about as shell-shocked as Uncle Vernon. Aunt Petunia was paler than usual, her hands grasped over her mouth while Dudley stared at the gun as his lower lip quivered and his hands inched towards the back of his large rump. Uncle Vernon, after several minutes of opening in shutting his mouth, managed to form words though in a very raspy voice.

"You're… You're a freak too!"

"What if I am?" Clark stepped forward a little and Uncle Vernon jumped a foot in the air, and dashed out of the room at an incredible speed. Aunt Petunia and Dudley also disappeared from the door but Harry could only stare at Clark. Clark's eyes followed the disappearing man, even when he left normal sight it seemed then finally turned to Harry.

"You all right?"

"Er…" Harry was at a loss for words. What do you say to someone who just bent your uncles' rifle in half and was probably only half the size of Hagrid? Not only that, Clark was floating just minutes before! And he didn't have a scratch on him! Clark seemed to be growing uncomfortable in the silence, plus Harry realized he was still staring like an idiot. So, shaking his head and trying to lift his jaw up from the floor he managed an answer; not without questioning however.

"Er, yeah I'm all right… What was that?" Clark's discomfort seemed to increase, and he shifted from foot to foot. He then went over to his broken bed, bent to reach something near it and produced Harry's wand. As soon as Harry caught sight of it, his jaw was back on the floor. He grabbed it from Clark's hands and grasped it in his own possessively. After examining it for a few minutes, he looked back up at Clark who smiled sheepishly.

"I figured you'd want to hide your… wand from your uncle." Harry's eyes widened, since his jaw was already on the floor and he stuttered a few times.

"Wha… My…How… Merlin…" Harry continued to mutter a few unintelligible phrases until Clark spoke up, though sounding nervous.

"So… you're a wizard?" Harry looked up at him dumbly. Was he just asking him that? This was so confusing… Could he tell him? That may be a bad idea since the Ministry had laws about telling muggles.

He's not a muggle though, is he?

He certainly wasn't normal. That was certain. How had he known though….? Harry hesitantly asked this, and Clark shifted a little once again and looked down at the floor.

"I… saw what's underneath the stairs and your bed."

"How?" Clark sighed and looked up.

"You first." Harry thought for a moment before making his decision.

"Yes, I am… Now you. How did you find out about my things?"

"X… X-ray vision." Harry grew confused at Clark's hesitant answer.

"X-ray vision? Like they do at hospitals?"

"Not quite… like with my eyes." Harry's shock returned, only half as strong as before though. He must have been growing used to this now.

"What are you?" That breathe before the plunge feeling returned to the air and Harry unconsciously rocked onto the balls of his feet in anticipation to the words that might spill from Clarks' mouth.

"I'm an…" Clark stopped, shifting more and staring everywhere but where Harry stood until he seemed to gather up enough of his nerves and stared him straight in the eyes. In a level voice, the words slipped out of his mouth like he'd said those words several times before. "Well, let's just say I'm not exactly from around here…"

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Orlandandtom- I know, I'm lazy! Sorry that I've driven you insane.

Village Mystic- I thought it be best to put Fort Knox. If I'd said something like the Tower of London, that's not really something Clark would know about. shrugs Either way, I'd get a comment. And do you mean Americans at Fort Knox aren't as polite, or Americans in general?

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Jasi- Not enough money, huh? Well, that's good. I'll just put away my virtual umbrella for the moment then. I'll be ready though. Thank you. The Idiot 1, 2, 3 thing just kind of popped into my head and I had to use it.

Writergirl1505- Thanks for the title suggestion, I'm kind of emotionally attached to my title though. I don't have pets so I name my stories, don't be surprised if I come out with another story titled Fluffy. Thanks though

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A/N: I know some of this chapter may seem confusing to some of you. I did change a couple things in previous chapters, but nothing to completely change the plot of the story. I can't believe I took this long to finish this thing! I'm truly sorry! It was worth the wait, I hope. Please review, and there's still time to guess what the silver-eyed beast is! (Syron13 you can't guess, that would be unfair, sorry! I shouldn't have told you!)