Naman's True one
"Chapter Two"

Harry had taken to reading in Clark's room when he wasn't at the hospital, or when his parents weren't there. He felt odd intruding. He had introduced himself to them, of course.

Currently he wasn't reading the book out loud, since what he was reading was a magical book by the name of "Magical Bonds And How to Cope." He had had Luna find it for him, and owl it to him as soon as he could. Of course he had the cover transfigured to look like the cover of a generic fiction novel.

Currently it wasn't giving him any leads on magical leaching bonds. The book hadn't even mentioned them and he was nearly done.

He was brought out of the book when he felt the tingles of a muggle repelling ward and a notice me not charm go up around the room. Looking up he saw an older American Indian man just entering the room, but he didn't have any wand in his hands. No, he did carry a brown cloth bag though that clanked like rocks as he set it down on the table.

He could feel the magical power coming off this man. If he had to fight his way out of here, he would be putting up some effort.

"Martha and Johnathon had told me someone new had started visiting Clark." The man said with a smile as he took his well-worn brown jacket off. Hanging it up on the chair next to him. Now starting to rifle through the bag and pull out what appeared to be crystals. Placing them around the teen laying in the bed. "I'm Joseph Willowbrook, I'm a friend of the Kent's"

Now setting his book down and feeling anxiety enter him Harry said, "Not that It's not nice to meet you," Crossing his hands over his lap. "but I'm a little concerned about what you're doing." He did not want a full blown ritual to happen in a hospital of all places.

"Oh!" Joseph exclaimed. "These are healing crystals. Just to help Clark." He added as he set all but the last one down. Leaving a spot at the head for the black one.

"We both know you're not a wiccan, and healing crystals go about the room. This looks more like a ritual if you ask me." Harry said, now uncrossing his legs. Ready to stand and defend the teen in the bed if he needed.

"To Clark these are healing crystals. They will help him. If the person we think has arrived, it will work." Joseph said as he started placing the black crystal down. "I'm sorry this might hurt." He said as he set it on the pillow.

Standing like lightning Harry tried to grab the black crystal to end the ritual. But as soon as he touched it he was blown back by an invisible force, hitting the wall and cracking his head before he knew no more.

He didn't see Clark gasping for air as he awoke from his death coma, and he didn't see the smile on Joseph's face.

Coming to was one of the worst experiences Harry had endured since the Hallows connected with his magical core. He had a raging headache and he felt like he'd been caught by Dudley after round of Harry Hunting.

Looking about the room and remembering what had happened, Harry stood as fast as he could while the Elder wand materialized in his hand. Quick as he dared he had it trained on the older man still standing by the bedside of Clark Kent. "Give me one good reason not to hex you, for that!" He exclaimed, his breath coming fast as his body protested his movements. Years of conditioning being the only reason he was still standing.

"I don't think you really want to hurt either of us." Joseph said in a calm voice. Glancing towards the now sleeping Clark. "Do you?"

Harry glared at the man who dared to talk to him in such a Dumbledore-like way. Then looked at the teen laying in the bed. Truth be told he really couldn't bring himself to utter the hex that was on his lips since he'd come to. Turning around to the wall he'd just stood from Harry thrust the Elder wand while letting loose a yell in a fit of anger. Not satisfied when the wand shimmered from existence before it even hit. He wanted something. Sparks, a broken wand, anything. He was pissed.

"If you'd like to take a seat I can explain what's going on." Joseph said, gesturing to the seat Harry had been in before this all happened.

"You mean take a seat and listen to an explanation of a ritual that just took place in a hospital of all places?" Harry asked, anger still edging his tone as he turned to glare at the man. "I mean great it worked, he's alive, but why the bloody blazes did you have to drag me into this?"

"You were a factor in this before I ever used the healing crystals. And no, they were not wizarding or Wicca healing crystals. They were Kawatche. Specifically, for this purpose." Joseph said as he took a seat, now satisfied he wouldn't be attacked by the younger teen. "Your British accent explains why Clark got so bad so fast."

"Is there a club you have to join to become an older vague wizard? Because I want to know. I think it would be fun to do when I get older." Harry remarked in irritation. Having had enough of Dumbledore keeping him in the dark.

"You are very bitter young man." The older man said somewhat in shock. He hadn't ever thought he'd ever get to meet the true Sageeth in his lifetime, but here standing before him was not what he expected.

"Yea, well. . ." This man had no right to judge. Once he'd been through a war at 15 then he could say something. Growing up with the Dursley's hadn't been a picnic either. "Am I going to hear this or not?" Harry snapped.

Joseph took a breath. "There's a prophesy-"

"Oh that's just great! I needed another one of those." Harry said. Now finally collapsing in the chair.

Ignoring his interesting reaction, Joseph continued. "It goes along the lines of 'Naman, the hope of humanity, will come from the stars in a reign of fire, he will have the strength of ten men, and the ability to shoot fire from his eyes. Sageeth, who is the partner to Naman, will be the bearer of darkness Naman cannot. Sageeth's Power will come from Naman, and Naman the yellow sun.' The correct translation has been lost over 500 years ago, but that's what we have now." Joseph finished.

"So you think I'm this Sageeth?" Harry asked in disbelief. It would explain why is death signature was on Clark.

"You would have not had the reaction you did to the healing crystals around Clark if you were not." Joseph explained. "They were only designed to be used if Sageeth was unknowingly killing Naman, and Sageeth was right next to Naman when the last crystal was placed. Had you not been Sageeth, nothing would have happened."

"I need to think. . ." He said distractedly before grabbing his book and apparating out of the hospital and to his bedroom.

Joseph stared at the spot the teen had just vacated. That hadn't gone as well as he'd planned, not had it gone as bad as it could have. "You'll be alright Clark." He said as he watched the teen continue to sleep. The monitors that were on him all stating he was on the mend.