A/N: Here we go again; another chapter and we're drawing closer to the Quidditch World Cup! Don't worry, I have plans for that. It requires a bit of change to the canon, but I warned you in the beginning that that would happen. What do you expect from a crossover though? Sorry if it took a while. I did say that I would be gone for some time though, and then I had to type up what I had written in my notebook. It didn't help that I had trouble finding it once I got back, grrr! Ok, enjoy!

A/N2: Quick question. I've been told that I tend to repeat myself. What exactly do I repeat? I can't fix it if I don't know what to look for. Please help!

Previously:

"Clark," Clark turned to his dad as they walked. "What's a portkey exactly?" Clark smiled.

"You'll see. Just remember to steady your feet at the end." With that, they reached the Hagrid and Harry. Hagrid took out the glove again, both Harry and Clark reaching out to touch it. The Kents hesitantly placed their hands on it also, looking confused. For a moment nothing happened until Clark felt that jolt and they disappeared from the Kent Farm.

Hogwarts: School of witchcraft and wizardry

Only a few seconds later, they all appeared in the headmaster's office. Jonathan Kent had managed to steady himself, helping his wife at the same time while Clark made sure Harry stayed on his feet. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was patiently sitting in his desk with the deputy headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, standing beside him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," he said to the group, before looking at Hagrid. "Thank you for bringing them, Hagrid. You may go now." Hagrid nodded his head before exiting through the doorway behind him. Professor Dumbledore then gestured to the Kents and Harry to sit down in chairs that hadn't been there a second ago. Clark's parents gazed at the chairs unbelieving as they sat down, a look quite similar on their son's face. Harry though, having seen this type of occurrence before, sat down without any thought about where the chairs had come from. He vaguely noticed that the first thing Dumbledore did was offer the Kents lemon drops, but Harry's mind was too plagued by thoughts to completely enjoy the humor of it. His conversation with Hagrid could be thanked for that.

He had mentioned Dumbledore wanting to speak with him in private once everything was sorted out with Clark, which only raised memories of the dream he had to his thoughts. He'd nearly forgotten it in all of the excitement but now that he remembered it, it bothered him. Why had his scar burned like it did? The only time he could remember it ever doing that was when Voldemort was near. But that couldn't be, could it?

Now he had to face Dumbledore alone, with those memories churning through his head and he didn't know if he should tell him. The headmaster had a lot on his hands already, what with school beginning the next month and everything. He inwardly sighed. His dream would have to be kept secret for now. He just needed the right person to talk to.

Clark sat there with an amused smile on his face as Professor Dumbledore offered them lemon drops, which Harry had explain were a sort of obsession with the eccentric headmaster. When none of them took any of the yellow treats, Dumbledore set the bowl back on his desk and popped one in his mouth before beginning their meeting.

"I would first like to welcome you to Hogwarts," he began. "As you know I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster. This is my deputy headmistress and the transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall." Professor McGonagall sharply nodded her head in greeting.

"Now, before we begin do you have any concerns for you son?" Dumbledore's eyes seemed to dig into them as he said this; His gaze first lingering on Clark's parents, and then landing on him. An emotion flickered in the old man's eyes but before Clark could identify it, it was gone.

"We are concerned about the expenses," Martha hesitantly said. "We have a farm to keep up, and we can't afford to send Clark to an expensive school." Dumbledore smiled warmly before answering.

"The only thing your son is required to pay for is his school materials, although… he has quite a lot to catch up with since he is starting so late in his schooling. No worries though. The school is always willing to help in special cases. His school books from the years he's missed will be provided."

"Exactly how many years is he catching up on, sir?"

"Well, since he is nearly sixteen this would be his sixth year. There are only seven years of training at Hogwarts."

"And you expect him to catch up on five years while learning another year too? Why is he starting later than the others in the first place?" Jonathan's voice sounded dangerously close to blowing. Dumbledore didn't even flinch though. Instead, he continued in a calm voice and a twinkle still in his eye.

"Of course, we've discussed this question ourselves, Mr. Kent. It seems that Clark was never registered in the wizarding records. As far as anyone knew, he was a normal muggle." The Kents exchanged looks, but didn't say anything. Dumbledore continued, not seeming to notice.

"There is a rule that no wizard can reveal our world to a muggle without the consent of the ministry. When Harry told Clark his secret," Harry's head popped up when he heard his name. It seemed that he hadn't been paying attention until then. "he obviously drew the attention of our ministry. Records were searched to find exactly who we were dealing with before they performed the memory altering charms, but none were found for young Mr. Kent. It would seem that your son was practically non-existent to our world until now."

Again, looks were exchanged. Clark could see that his parents were worried. They all knew why he wasn't in those records, and they feared that his sudden appearance would draw attention. His father almost seemed tempted to change his mind about this meeting, but the reassuring grip of his wife kept him in his seat.

"And what about his year placement? It's hard enough that he hasn't had any contact with your world until now. You can't expect him to catch up that quickly."

"That was discussed earlier with our teachers, and many of them agree that he should be placed in a lower year. He will be placed in the same year as Harry, fourth year. That way, with extra tutoring, he may catch up to his fellow classmates before O.W.L. testing. Do you agree with this decision?"

Clark's parents looked at each other before slowly nodding. Clark had to agree too. He might be in a lower year than he should be, but at least he would know someone then. Dumbledore seemed happy with their choice, and he quickly gestured to Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva will escort you to Diagon Alley then for Clark's supplies. She has the lists and will help you with any questions you have while there. I'm afraid we couldn't give Clark much of a choice in his extra classes so late in the summer. Minerva will inform him of his schedule in the beginning of the year once everything is in order." McGonagall stepped forward, her walk brisk. She pulled out an old quill from her robes.

"We'll be going by portkey," her voice matched her walk, Clark realized. McGonagall then addressed Harry, who looked as if he were waiting for the executioner. "Mr. Potter, you will be accompanying us to acquire your school materials also."

Harry's mood seemed to brighten, but that was only for a brief moment. Professor Dumbledore spoke up before they could leave.

"I wish to speak to young Harry before you leave, Minerva." She gave a curt nod before escorting everyone except Harry out of the headmaster's office.

It was several minutes before Harry came down the stairs. He looked a little grey, but it soon faded as he saw the people waiting for him. McGonagall took out the quill once again, and activated it.

"Please touch the portkey. I trust that you know how it works already."

"Unfortunately, yes." Mr. Kent grimaced as he placed a hand on the quill. A small smile crept onto the aged professor's face.

"You will get used to it eventually. Just be grateful we're not taking the bus." All the Kents looked confused except Clark who was sharing a knowing smile with Harry. They'd experienced it earlier in the day, and even Clark had felt grateful when their stop came.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Kent, hurry up already. We haven't all day." They were both brought back to the rest of the world by Professor McGonagall's strict voice, quickly complying and touching the quill. Immediately, the tug came and they were off.

They first went to Gringotts to have some of the Kents' money exchanged, and to acquire money for Harry. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen someone so surprised by the goblins before. He and Professor McGonagall reassured them that the goblins were civil though, so they had little to fear. Clark seemed to be trying to look at everything at once, much to Harry's amusement. It reminded him of his first visit to the wizarding world; how he didn't know where to look first. Clark's parents also reminded him of how Hagrid looked that day as they rode the carts down to his vault. Clark unsurprisingly looked unaffected by the fast turns and plummets of the track.

Their second stop was at Flourish and Blotts. They took a bit longer there since McGonagall needed to fill out a form to order all of the previous years' books for Clark. They spent that time browsing the shelves, Harry explaining a few of the odd names. Clark was especially interested in the quidditch books, though he didn't seem too fond of the flying part of the game. That made Harry laugh; the thought that Clark, of all people, was afraid of heights was just strange. He voiced this thought, which Clark answered with a sheepish smile and a shrug. Professor McGonagall was nearly finished with the paperwork at this point, so they hurried and collected their required purchases along with a few extras.

It didn't take as long in the apothecary. Harry just needed to refurbish his potion supplies, while Clark was buying what was required for him. The next few stops were fast since they were all the basic supplies for students at Hogwarts. They were all soon exiting Madame Malkin's, collecting by the door.

"What else do we need to buy?" McGonagall looked at her list.

"You still need a pet (?), and your wand. There are also a few supplies that the headmaster asked me to see renewed for the new year." An idea suddenly popped to Harry's head. He turned to his transfiguration teacher, voicing his suggestion.

"How about Clark and I go get his pet, while his parents can accompany you to get your supplies, Professor? I'm sure that they would like to talk to you alone for a moment." She seemed to contemplate this, bordering in her decision. Mrs. Kent seemed to make up her mind though.

"I think that would be a great idea. We can get to know you a little better too." McGonagall seemed to like this idea, and finally agreed. The Kents and Professor McGonagall then headed in one direction while Harry and Clark went towards the Magical Menagerie.

"Harry, you don't really have to do this." They were now both walking through the dim rooms of the menagerie. The air was cool and filled with scents from the animals around them. Harry shrugged.

"You need a pet and I figured it could be a welcoming gift of sorts. Hagrid bought Hedwig for me on my first visit to Diagon Alley." Harry had explained on the way what his pet was. Clark had been a little surprised that they would sell owls to kids, but he figured they must be special if they were trusted to deliver mail.

Clark stopped, looking around at the cages stacked about him. Now he just needed to pick something of his own. He had considered an owl, but the thought of having to explain his new pet to his friends if they ever saw it changed that. His choice needed to be something more normal, which immediately cancelled out that thing that was staring at him as its tentacle like feet danced beneath it in excitement.

He quickly past by it, moving further down the aisle. Maybe a toad or a rat would be fine. He'd never really had a pet before, since his strength hadn't been quite in control when he was younger for something very small to handle. This was new to him, so practically anything would make him happy.

They were drawing closer to the section that held reptiles now. Harry had moved in front of Clark by now and was inching towards the part that had snakes mainly. He seemed interested in something over there. Clark was about to join him, but froze in place as he saw a pair of silver eyes glowing in the shadows. Harry stopped too, apparently noticing them also.

It was here! Of all the times he'd see that mystery beast it appeared in a pet store. His first thoughts were to rush up to it and grab it, demanding answers. He realized this wouldn't work, however, since the thing would probably disappear even before he could get to it. So, no one moved.

After several minutes, Clark saw that no one was getting anywhere with them just standing there. The silver eyes continued to just stare at him too, so it didn't seem the animal would be taking any actions any time soon. Clark cleared his throat, calling out.

"Show yourself." The thing seemed to consider his command for a moment, its eyes tilting as it moved its still unseen head. Its answer was quick, and not what Clark had been expecting. Before even he could process the thought, the beast was shooting out of the shadows. Clark didn't have time to move the thing was so fast, and it was heading straight for his chest. Clark only managed to widen his eyes before fur and claws collided with his chest.

A/N: I'm back! I managed to do a whole lot of writing while I was up in air. It's really hard for me to sleep on a plane and I was on about five of them and then a train that went under the English Channel for some time too. So, I had plenty of time to think up evil ways to keep you hanging. By the way, I planned this ending just to let you know. Rubs hands together … Oh, I have to tell you my readers that I visited Kings Cross, platform 9 ¾ on my trip. It inspired a few things in my thoughts, so you should probably be scared. Ok, until next time! I won't be long!