A/N: Hey, look I've got another chapter! Aren't you proud of me! No? Well, I'm proud of me 'cause I didn't take a month to finish it. I hope this chapter isn't too weird. Also, still taking guesses in for what the silver-eyed beast is. One of you has gotten really close, probably the closest guess possible. Keep reviewing because it makes me happy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville or Harry Potter despite how much I love both. I do however own any character you don't recognize, which especially includes the silver-eyed beast. Please ask permission before ever using him please.

Nightwing 509- Hope you still stay with me after this chapter, thanks!

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Chapter 7

"Where are you from then?" Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know, but his curiosity was itching to be told. Clark was silent for a moment as he moved over by the shelf holding a few random books. Taking one of the books down, he looked at it instead of Harry as he answered.

"Not really sure… My parents found me… and my space ship in a cornfield." Harry caught sight of the book he held in his hands then. It was that alien book. Things seemed to slowly click into place in Harry's mind and events over the past few days started to make sense.

"You're… an alien."

"Yes."

"Oh…" The room was silent for several minutes as each teen was caught up in their own thoughts. The entire time, Harry continued to stare at Clark. He felt as if he should be panicking, but there was only calmness. It was as if telling each other their secret had relieved a tension for him. All those times he'd been shocked by strange happenings around Clark seemed ridiculous now. He'd faced stranger things in the wizarding world, hadn't he? Why not an alien that was living in his room for the summer?

Harry felt a small smile come to his face as he remembered what he'd said the first time Clark had picked up that alien book. He broke the silence with a short laugh and Clark looked at him strangely.

"I guess I'm going to have to start believing that aliens exist now, huh?" A smile of relief grew on Clark's face.

"I guess so, and I'm going to have to get used to the idea of wizards existing," Clark replied. He paused for a moment and then started to say something else when he was cut off by a rapid tapping on the window. They both looked over towards the source of the sound; a bird. A large barn owl was perched outside the window, looking annoyed by the fact that it was still outside. A letter was clamped in its' beak with the Ministry of Magic seal on it.

Harry groaned as he went to open the window, letting the large bird in. Clark stared at it in confusion. The bird quickly dropped the letter and then swooped out without waiting for a drink or food.

"Owl post," Clark looked over at Harry when he said this, still looking confused. "It's how wizards deliver mail to each other." Clark nodded, seeming to understand. He then gestured to the sealed letter.

"So, are you going to open it?"

"I think I already know what it says," Harry mumbled as he broke the seal. His eyes scanned the letter quickly until something on it caught his eye. He read it over again a few times until he was sure it was right. When he was positive he was reading it right, Harry looked up at Clark.

"Merlin…"

"What?"

"How's this possible?" He looked back down at the letter. "Merlin…"

"What does it say?" Clark came over to Harry, trying to see what was on the paper clamped in his hand. Harry slowly looked up, staring straight into Clark's eyes.

"You're…" He paused for a moment, as Clark stared intently at him. Taking a deep breath to clear his bewilderment a little, Harry continued. "You're a wizard, Clark."

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Now it was Clarks' time to stutter.

"Wha… How? What? This can't be… How?" Clark stared at Harry, his eyes wide as his mind tried to think of an explanation. Harry shook his head, and looked down at the letter.

"It seems that they did a background check on you," Harry began to explain. "I'm actually… not allowed to tell muggles, that's non-magical people, about the wizarding world. As soon as they found out, they checked to see who I told it to and you… don't have any records."

"What records?"

"Records that you were actually born, which makes sense I suppose since…" Harry paused, letting the sentence hang before he continued. "They had to do something- they don't really say in the letter- that apparently showed you had magic."

"Maybe they're mistaking my abilities as magic?" Harry shook his head again.

"I'm not sure. We could always ask someone..."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Harry gave Clark a confused look. Clark sighed, continuing with an explanation. "I'd rather keep what I am a secret. I don't want it to be heard by the wrong person."

Clark watched as Harry seemed to think about his explanation for a moment and then nodded.

"We'll have to just change the question a little bit then. They don't exactly tell us how they checked. We can find out what they did."

"Who are we going to ask though?" Harry's gaze became thoughtful again. After a few minutes something seemed to light up in his eyes.

"Dumbledore!"

"Who?"

"Professor Dumbledore. He's the headmaster of my school, Hogwarts. If anyone knows about this, it's him." Clark felt his eyebrow arch as he heard the name of the school. Hogwarts? That was probably as strange as Smeltings. This headmaster seemed to be a good choice though, and Clark nodded. Harry then smiled and quickly dove under his bed. His muffled voice could be heard as he rummaged through something.

"We'll have to go somewhere else to contact him."

"Can't you just send an owl?" Harry came out at that moment, bringing a pouch with him. It gave a few metallic clanks as he stood up, and faced Clark.

"I don't have an owl here. I sent mine to a friends' house before you came. We can rent an owl where we're going though."

"Where are we going," Clark asked hesitantly. An amused smile grew on Harry's face, and he replied as he moved towards the rooms' entrance.

"I'm going to give you you're first tour of the wizarding world… Diagon Alley."

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To say Clark was shocked that there was a wizarding community in London, was an understatement. And the fact that the opening to the Leaky Cauldron just appeared to him out of nowhere, didn't help his bewilderment.

They entered the Leaky Cauldron to see a room full of witches and wizards, and a few inanimate objects floating across the room. Clark continued to stare at the room until a hunched over man came up to them.

"Mr. Potter, how nice to see you! What'll it be today?" Harry smiled at the man, and gestured back to Clark as he spoke.

"My friend and I were just passing through to Diagon Alley, but we would like some breakfast."

"Right away, Mr. Potter. Come this way please." They followed the man to a table near the corner, and the man promptly seated them and handed them both menus. After ordering, Clark looked around the room a bit more only to find that the majority of its occupants were either openly staring or making quick glances in their direction. He turned to Harry to ask him about it, noticing the younger boys' slight discomfort. He obviously had taken notice of the stares too.

"Harry, why are they staring?"

"Because…" Harry hesitated, before continuing. "You know how I told you about my godfather?" Clark nodded and Harry continued.

"Well, they believed that he was working for a man named Lord Voldemort; a very evil man who believed that only pureblood wizards should allowed to live."

"What happened to him?"

"He tried to kill me." Clark looked at Harry in shock. Tried to kill him? Harry's hand went up to his forehead where he brushed away the bangs to show his unusual scar.

"He did that to you?"

"Not intentionally. He cast a killing curse and it sort of… bounced off of me and hit him."

"And he's dead now, this Voldemort?" Harry shook his dead.

"He's still alive, but very weak." Harry seemed to grow very grim, and his gaze shifted down to the stained wood of their table. Clark frowned as he recognized that air of gloom.

"There's more isn't there?" Harry slowly nodded and looked up. His emerald eyes seemed to burn with a pained anger as he began to speak.

"He killed my parents to get to me. They were trying to protect me, but he just killed them."

"I'm sorry," Clark replied after a moment of silence.

"It's been a long time," Harry said with a shrug, trying to appear at ease about what they were talking about but failing horribly. "There's nothing you should be sorry for." Silence fell over their table once again, and Clark figured it was time for a quick change of subject.

"So, what's this headmaster of yours like?" Harry seemed relieved that they were on another topic, and gratefully grasped onto the new conversation. He described the old and wise headmaster of his school, going from speaking of how he was a very well respected wizard to his unusual sweet tooth for muggle candies. Their food came at this time and conversation paused as both teens practically inhaled their breakfast.

" 'Arry, I knew those muggle relatives of yers weren't feedin' ye enough but I think ye need to slow down a bit." A surprised but pleased smile grew on Harry's face as he quickly got up from his chair to greet someone behind Clark.

"Hagrid!" Once Clark turned around he had the surprise of his life when his gaze continued to go up, and up until he looked into the face of a scruffy bearded man named Hagrid. Clark watched as Harry hugged the giant of a man, shocked that anyone could be that tall, and then asked him what he was doing there.

"I'm act'ally on Hogwarts business; having ta do wit' yer friend here act'ally. Mr. Clark Kent, I believe?" He directed the last words towards Clark, and he held out his hand. Clark stood up, feeling short for the first time since his first growth spurt, and shook hands with the large man. He stared for a moment in wonder as his own large hand was dwarfed, but managed to smile as he greeted the man.

"Yes, I'm Clark Kent. Pleased to meet you, Sir."

"Ye can call me Hagrid." Clark smiles broadened and he gave Hargrids' hand a brisk shake and then drew his own hand back.

"Are you here because of Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid?" Hagrid nodded, his face becoming business like as he reached into his moleskin coat.

"Er, yes. I 'ave somethin' here for ya." After a few more seconds of searching through the many pockets his coat contained, Hagrid pulled out a slightly rumpled letter with a look of triumph on his face. " 'ere ye go, Mr. Kent."

Clark took the offered letter and quickly opened it, to find a message elegantly scrawled onto a piece of parchment inside. He read some of it out loud, not quite believing what he was seeing.

"Dear Mr. Kent, we are pleased to inform you that… that you have been accepted to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Under the situation of the sudden discovery of your powers by the Ministry of Magic, arrangements are being discussed over your specific placement of year and will be decided this evening in a meeting that we would like to invite both you and your parents to… my parents!" Clark looked up from the letter with a look of shock on his face. "They don't know anything about this!"

"Which is where I come in," Hagrid said as he fumbled with his pockets again, to pull out a large, moth-eaten glove. Clark stared at it in confusion. He glanced over towards Harry and found that he appeared just as confused.

"Hagrid," Harry said hesitantly. "What's it supposed to be?"

"A portkey, of course. Haven't ye seen one before?" Harry gave him a blank look in reply, and then shook his head. "What? Ye haven't? Well, it's supposed ta transport ya when ya touch it. This one's on a timer so we get sent back when the meetin' starts."

"Where are we going though?"

"Why… Mr. Kents' place of course."

A/N: It's a cliff-hanger again! I don't know why, but it just seems right to end it in a cliff-hanger. It's like the commercials between scenes. Sorry if I butchered Hagrids' accent. I tried though! Hope you liked this chapter, and didn't think it was weird or anything. Well, Clark's a wizard, hmmm. Now how did that happen? You'll find out later perhaps, we'll see. And guesses for the silver-eyed beast are still being received. I'm actually very surprised by the guesses I've been getting. Until the next chapter!