Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Smallville aren't mine.

Author's Note: No guys, I don't abandon this fic. It's just I have too many fics, I got sick (flu, headache, throat ache, cough, fever, etc), and my god damn professors thought that it was nice to give their students assignments every week.

I read the reviews for chapter 4 and it didn't seem as if you guys knew the effects from kryptonite Harry had was different from Clark. Or was it just you guys realized it but too lazy to point it out?

Btw, since Harry in canon was almost 1 year old when a three months Rei-El entered the Earth….now that Harry in my fic is 15 (almost 16 in a month) years old, Clark in this fic is 15 years old. It's funny that the younger twin, Rei-El, is now older than Kal-El.

So when Clark is 18 years old, Harry would be 19 years old. I have decided that it would be the age when they met.

Chapter Five

Harry swore as he nursed the wounds all over his body. Only 3 days has passed ever since he left England and just now he was mugged by a bunch of muggles that consisted of 4 teenagers. Everything happened so fast that he barely had time to react or use any magic. In the end he beat the crap out of them, but only after he was beaten by them too. He left them in the deserted alley, barely conscious. The only good thing he got from Harry's hunting by Dudley and his gangs was his endurance to handle pain. Thankfully none saw his state because it was past midnight. He should know better than wandering around after midnight.

Harry winced as he poured some antiseptic on his wound. Beside him the holo ball was hovering. An angry and annoyed looks were plastered on Jor-El's face.

"Now, you see the proof that Earthians need someone to guide them to the right path—"

Harry turned around, annoyed to hear the 'righteousness talk' from his so-called father. Again. Honestly, couldn't it just shut up? For God's sake, it was a hologram and it acted like a blabbering self-righteous bitch. If he found out whoever built this ball he would kill that person—if he was alive that was. Jor-El has told him it wasn't him or Lara who built the holo ball but a colleague of his. It was a fairly 'new' product. Of course since Krypton planet was blown up there was no other holo ball like his in existence. The Kryptonian only had to pour the memories he'd like the ball to have and voila an emotion capable hologram was created.

"I turn you on to hear about Kryptonian race, not to hear you sprout nonsense," the wizard alien's patience was being tested.

"Nonsense?" it shrieked loudly. The voice gave an echo from the ball. "Why I never—" Harry switched it off and sighed as he plopped to the bed.

He wondered how the others took his sudden leave. Hermione would probably come up with some logical reasons she could find. Ron might be fuming for being left out of his secret, honestly it wasn't like the red head hadn't kept any secret from him. If he wanted to keep secret from them, it was his choice. They didn't have any right to think they have the right to know every secret he had when they had secrets on their own, no matter if they were best friends. Mrs. Weasley must be fussing the order to search for him, shouting that he needed to be protected. He wasn't a porcelain doll, god damnit.

He missed them though…But he couldn't go back before he sorted everything out. The problem was that it would probably take a lifetime.

Grumbling, his mind wandered to Dumbledore. The headmaster must be sending off search parties all over England to find him and brought him back to the 'all-loving-and peaceful' Dursleys' house. Harry snorted. If he had people to find him, surely he had people to search for any information about Voldemort and his plans. Frankly, Harry thought that Dumbledore had a serious flaw in making wrong priorities. Sure it was mentioned in the prophecy that only someone marked by Voldemort could kill him, though he seriously doubted its credibility since he wasn't exactly Harry Potter and was definitely not being born by Lily (Evans) Potter. Dumbledore should've done something on his own rather than expecting Harry to just appear and save the Britain from the menace who called himself a dark lord.

Beside if the old man already knew about the prophecy for so long, he should've prepared him ever since he was a kid, not giving a confused teenager to the little piece of shit that was the greasy professor of Hogwarts for occlumency lesson with no reason whatsoever while he was on his own merry world, trying to avoid him.

A mistake, he said in his goddamn office. An old man's mistake and he would like to be forgiven.

Unfortunately for him, Harry wouldn't forget that Dumbledore avoiding him was part of the reasons why Sirius died. He wouldn't forgive him so easily. Just because he asked for forgiveness didn't mean he would give that.

Harry clenched his fist as he stared angrily at the ceiling from his bed.

Part of the prophecy was that the marked one had the power that Voldemort didn't know. The Hogwarts headmaster said that it was love.

Love?

Harry scoffed.

What a bullshit! Harry didn't know where the old wizard got that ridiculous idea, but there was no way love was the power the marked one needed.

And he wasn't even the marked one.

Because he wasn't the real Harry Potter. The real Harry has died before his age even reached one year old. He died because of a disease, not Voldemort as the prophecy stated that Voldemort and the marked one could only be killed by the other.

Dumbledore was wrong.

He wasn't the marked one. He wasn't the chosen one like the British wizards and witches assumed. He was…

No one. He was neither Harry Potter or Rei-El. He wasn't an Earthian and neither he was a Kyptonian. The term half blood indeed portrayed him. The young wizard had never doubt in second that in his alien father's eyes Kryptonians were the purebloods, while the Earthians were mudbloods. How quaint it was. The former Hogwarts student chuckled dryly.

Harry traced his swollen lips. It felt hurt. But it wasn't the hardest thing he ever gotten. He always had better regeneration that normal human, but then again he wasn't exactly normal or human either. It didn't change the fact that he was weak though.

Four muggles had done more than Voldemort ever had in his years in Hogwarts. So what if he almost died every year? Almost killed in 1st year. Poisoned by basilisk venom with its fang protruded his arm on his 2nd year. Almost got killed by Remus because the werewolf forgot to drink his wolfsbane potion on his third year. And having his blood used in the ritual to resurrect Voldemort to his former glory.

He escaped deaths numerous times by pure blind luck. At least he beat those muggers on his own, rather than relying on his luck or other people like he had done before he left England.

He was alone now, without his friends. He couldn't afford to be weak right now. No one could help him here. He could only rely on himself. He couldn't just rely on magic. Magic wasn't everything. Look at the muggles. They didn't have magic on their veins and yet they prospered. Wizards in Britain had become so stagnant and dependent on their magic too much. Take their wands and they would be vulnerable. Just that.

He didn't have a doubt if the truth of magical world came out of light, there would be witch-hunt again. Sure, the muggles would panic and confused at first, but they would quickly reorganize themselves and counter attacked. And the result wouldn't be pretty, especially for wizards. There were billions of muggles on Earth, while the numbers of wizards and witches were only in millions. Not to mention muggles has developed mass weapon that if used unaccordingly could wipe out all single living beings on Earth in one night, including those muggles themselves.

Magic wasn't everything. And so was with technology. Look at planet Krypton! Even with its advanced technology, its people couldn't save themselves.

Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. All this thinking made him dizzy. He stood up from the bed and walked to his suitcase, wondering whether Jerkins, the goblin that had helped him so much, included healing potions there.

After rummaging his suitcase for 10 minutes he found what he was looking for. It was a simple healing potion used to heal bruises and external wounds. He wrinkled his nose at the rotten smell of the potion. Honestly, couldn't someone made this kind of potion tasted well without decreasing its healing effect? Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.

The Kryptonian poured a quarter of the bottle into a glass he just summoned from the kitchen cabinet. With a gulp, he downed the potion in one go. He conjured water and its flask before drinking it until he couldn't taste the nasty tasted potion on his mouth anymore.

His wounds were healing alright, but now he felt nauseous from drinking the foul tasting healing potion. Swearing at potion masters at general and Snape in particular, Harry closed his eyes and drifted into dreamland.

Harry woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and more importantly without bruises all over his body. He quirked his lips when he thought that the same couldn't be said with those teenagers who mugged him last night. They would definitely feel sore all over their body. The wonder of magic was instant healing. That still didn't make him forget that wizard medicines tasted nastier than muggle ones.

The young wizard yawned and walked out from his bedroom after he took his green amulet from the bed stand. There was no use taking a risk breaking the amulet by sleeping on it. He walked to the front door and took 2 newspapers from his mail box. The first thing he did when he arrived at Japan was to ask Gringgots branch of Japan to send him a muggle newspaper and a wizard newspaper to his address under false name.

Harry entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking a can of milk from it. The young man put 2 breads on the toasters. Sitting on a chair, he read the wizard newspaper first. There was no news that interested him, but at least the newspaper didn't sprout lies or ridiculous gossip like The Daily Prophet did. Harry drank the milk and took a bite of toast as he set the wizard newspapers aside, taking the muggle one. Five brochures fell to the floor as he opened the newspaper. Picking them up from the floor, he read them. The first one was about a new cake shop 2 blocks from his apartment he inherited from his human father, James. The second one was about big sale in a hypermarket nearby. The third one was about a new furniture shop. The fourth was about a new dojo 5 blocks from his place. And the last one was about a new jewelry shop.

Harry's interest was raised with the fourth brochure. From what he read the dojo was a branch of another dojo in the other side of Tokyo. It was expanded because many people were interested and there weren't enough classes. Since there was no land to expand in the main dojo, the owner bought a big land nearby Harry's place. There were 5 different martial arts offered there: judo, karate, aikido, kendo, and sumo. Classes were taught by professional instructors. The registration started from today for 8 days and classes would start 10 days from today.

Within seconds, Harry has decided to join this dojo, though he didn't know what class he would take, but he knew he wouldn't join sumo class. He was lanky and looked like a twig, easily snapped, definitely not a posture needed to join this class.

This would help him become stronger, not only magically but also physically. He needed to be strong enough first before seeking out his identity, the stones of knowledge, and his twin. It wouldn't do if he got killed in his journey before he found out who he really was.

Beside, the healthier the wizard, the stronger his magic would be. A healthier wizard had bigger chance to survive than a weaker one.

Harry finished his meal and started to read the muggle newspaper. A news in particular interested him. It was about a thief named Kaitou Kid succeeded in stealing a famous and expensive jewelry. People said that the thief was a magician. Harry wondered if he was a wizard, but doubted it. Surely if he was a wizard, the Japan ministry of magic would do something about it. He was impressed that the thief succeeded in deceiving the police though.

Another news that interested him was about a bunch of kids succeeded in solving a series of kidnapping cases that hasn't been solved by the police department for months. Harry whistled. A bunch of kids not even 10 years old solved a case that not even adults could? And it was said they had solved some other cases before too. Either the police had become incompetent, or the kids were actually geniuses. Three of the five kids looked ordinary happy-go-lucky-children, but the other two…two bored looking kids, one male, and the other female, stared at the camera. The male one with glassed looked exasperated by his other three friends' childish behaviors, while the female one looked at her friends with an amused smirk.

Harry snorted amusedly. Kids these days had become too mature for their own goods…

Harry put the newspaper on the table and washed his dish. After he took a quick bath, he changed his pajamas into a black shirt and blue jeans. Taking his black wallet, Tokyo's map, and red jacket with him, he exited his apartment.

His apartment was located in a strategic location. James Potter bought it when he was 19 years old. At that time, he and the other Marauders plus Harry's mother, Lily, were traveling the world for 2 years before they actually went back to England. Apparently they wanted to have fun before actually joining the war with Voldemort. Thus, they had bought many places all over the world. In Japan, James bought a spacious apartment enough for 3 adults to stay there. Sirius bought an apartment beside James' one.

Harry found his mother's notebooks and other books on a bedroom he later concluded as hers. They contained information about Japan country, especially the magical ones. Harry could only hope that Lily did the same with other countries, because her notes really helped him much.

Twenty minutes later Harry arrived in front of the dojo. Even though it was a dojo, it didn't look like a traditional dojo. The building in front of him was a big high-rise building. The young wizard understood that it was made like this because the land price in Japan was the most expensive one in the world.

He entered the lobby and found that it was rather crowded. After he waited for half an hour, he found himself sitting in front of a young woman in her thirties.

"What would you like to know?" she asked in Japanese. Thanks to his amulet, Harry could easily understand her. "I'd like to join the classes, but I don't know what classes I should take. I would have much free time and I'd like to spend it to learn martial arts."

The woman nodded and started to tell him the aspects of each martial arts they offered. She said that with his posture, he would be suited to learn judo or aikido, and probably karate, while sumo was definitely out of question. He could also joined kendo if he was interested in martial art that wasn't hand-to-hand combat. She gave him a complete booklet and told him to register in the room 012. Harry nodded and stood up from his seat, thanking her for her help.

Harry sat on an empty sofa and read the booklet. Each class was 5 hours session. The dojo opened everyday. Harry was interested with the hand-to-hand combat. He didn't know whether he would join kendo class. It wasn't as if it was allowed to use a real sword here. Kendo only used bokken, a wooden sword. And it wasn't as if death eaters used swords...

Then again he had much free time. He didn't have to go to school after summer and he could practice his magic anytime and anywhere he wanted now. With that decision, Harry entered room 012 and went to register. Harry scanned the room. The place wasn't as crowded as the information room.

A middle aged man looked up from the computer when Harry sat at the chair in front of him. "Can I help you?" he asked hesitantly when he realized that the young man in front of him wasn't a Japanese, but a foreigner.

"Yes, I'd like to register in some classes," Harry noticed the man looked relieved when he realized Harry could speak Japanese without problem.

"What classes you'd like to join?"

"Every class except sumo class," the clerk looked up in surprise.

"Are you sure? It will make your days very busy."

"Yes, I know. But I have much free time and it doesn't a matter."

The man nodded. "So it is only until summer?" the brown haired man asked, knowing that when the summer ended, students would be back to school.

Harry shook his head. "No, even when the summer ended I will have the same schedule."

"But what about your school?" the man asked, confused.

"I don't go to school," Harry said.

"…You don't?" the clerk asked completely dumbfounded. "…Alright, are you a beginner or do you already have a rank?"

"I'm a beginner." Both of them then scheduled his classes.

In the end Harry's schedule was:

Sunday

Kendo class: 08.00-12.00

Judo class: 13.00-18.00

Monday

Aikido class: 08.00-12.00

Karate class: 13.00-18.00

Tuesday

Judo class: 08.00-12.00

Karate class: 13.00-18.00

Wednesday

Judo class: 08.00-12.00

Aikido class: 13.00-18.00

Thursday

Kendo class: 08.00-12.00

Karate class: 13.00-18.00

Friday

Aikido class: 08.00-12.00

Kendo class: 13.00-18.00

Saturday

None

They haven't scheduled which room Harry would have to go. The young wizard had to ask the receptionist 10 days later when the schedule was finished. The man printed a paper and gave it to Harry. It contained the things Harry would need to buy. He told him he could buy it on the store in the building or in a sport shop elsewhere. Harry decided to buy the things on the list from the shop in the building, not knowing where else he could get them.

After he paid the fee, Harry exited room 012 and headed to the store the clerk told him.

There were 3 big stores in the building and both of them were in the ground floor. The first was a bookstore, the second was a clothes store while the third was the sport shop that sold things listed on the paper. Harry entered the second store first where he was measured. Harry asked them to deliver the clothes to his address. In the third store, since he didn't know much about the sports, Harry only gave the clerk there his list. When the clerk asked which brand he'd like to buy, Harry told him that he wanted the best, not knowing exactly which brand was the best. The clerk only nodded and half an hour later he exited the store with nothing, since he also asked things he bought to be delivered.

With a sigh, the young wizard entered the bookstore and picked up books for beginners, leaving the advanced ones, knowing he wouldn't need them until he was stronger. After 4 hours in the building, Harry went home with his books, only stopping in a nearby supermarket to buy foods for dinner.

Harry put down 'Your opponent plays dirty? The solution!' back to the bookcase and took another book to read. This time he chose 'Judo for Beginners' from the black bag laying on the floor beside his bed. From it, Harry understood that judo was a martial art that used the opponent strength rather than his own strength for his advantage, a perfect martial art for a thin people like himself.

Years later, Harry would laugh at the irony that he was weak and needed to use his opponenet's strength before his unnatural strength manifested. He didn't need to use his opponent's power anymore, because frankly he was much stronger than any human or even any vampire or werewolf could ever be.

The young Kryptonian was completely immersed with his book when suddenly his stomach growled loudly. He glanced at his clock and noticed that it was already 8 in the night. Harry read the last 4 pages before he put it down and went to make his dinner.

Harry spent the next 5 months learning martial arts and magic and science under the instruction of Jor-El who was a scientist (AN: Jor-El was a scientist, wasn't he?), when the next 2 powers developed at the same time, the heat vision, and the freezing breath. Needless to say he was freaked out when his book was burned under his gazes. Panicking he tried to blow out the fire, only to have the book completely encased by ice. Harry had to forgo his magic training and science for 2 weeks to have time to control them since he couldn't leave his martial arts training. Five months after his first 'burning', the next power developed was his strength. After accidentally sending 3 of his opponents in his martial arts lessons to hospital, Harry decided to end his martial arts lessons and practiced them on his own. This time it was his magic training that was upped.

Two months after that or a year after Harry arrived in Japan, Harry got a clue about the first stone of knowledge. After 2 days of preparation, Harry went to China to retrieve the first stone of knowledge.

TBC…

As you can read, there is a slight crossover with anime Detective Conan in this chapter. There is only one thing you should know. Harry actually met and befriended Conan in his one-year stay in Japan, though I won't tell you about that in this story. I will probably make a story about Harry's (of this story/Kryptonian Twins) meeting with anime, movie, book, and TV shows characters in different story/ies. What can I say? I love crossover!

And yes he kinda got his powers in fast pace, only a year after he got his first power. The only powers he hasn't gotten are super hearing, speed, and the ability to fly without wing or broom for that matter.

I decided to quicken this story so Harry will meet Clark soon. I will make some flashbacks about Harry's journey and training

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And don't tell me I rush this fic too much because I have already known it.