Naman's True One
"Chapter Four"

When Joseph arrived at the Kent farm he was not surprised to see that the family was worried. As he entered the house he was greeted by Martha. She told him what happened and then showed him to the living room where Sageeth – Harry – was laying on the couch just staring at the ceiling unblinking.

"Well." Joseph said as he set his bag down. "Let's see here."

Running his hands over the small boy's frame, hovering inches from touching him he ran a diagnostic spell. The bone talisman he wore on his wrist allowed him to cast magic without a wand. Unsurprised by what he found, knowing what he did about the bond between the two.

"I don't really know how to explain this to you folks, but in a sense; he's high on the energy he leached from Clark." Joseph explained. "I bet he's feeling like he's in heaven right now."

"How do we help him?" Clark asked.

"We can't, but he's going to come down from that high. He's going to crash, and I don't know what's going to happen when that does happen." Joseph said as he began sifting through his bag that he had brought. "But I have here a fail-safe that Clark's ancestors designed for Sageeth if he ever went 'rogue'"

"And what exactly is that. He can't be that powerful?" Johnathon asked. "We're not going to kill him." He added.

"No, it's just a containment. More for his abilities than him. It's to keep us safe." Joseph said as he brought out the same crystals he had placed around Clark in the hospital. "I have no idea about his abilities."

"What are you going to do?" Martha asked. Grabbing onto Johnathon.

"The white one's will be placed around him to prevent whatever may come from him from passing them. The black one is to be placed on top of him to activate the crystals." Joseph said as he placed the crystals around the couch, on the floor.

"Will it hurt him?" Clark asked in concern. He felt a severe urge to protect this small teen. He couldn't explain it.

"That I don't know" Joseph said as he got ready to place the last crystal, the black, on top of Harry's chest. "Be ready." He added

After he placed the crystal on the teens chest nothing happened except for the white ones flashing a bright white to signify they were active. Then out of nowhere Harry began laughing. The assembled group watched the color drain from his already pale skin. All laughing stopped.

"Don't leave me." Harry moaned as tears started falling from his eyes. "Wake up. . .Please"

"What's happening?" Martha asked in concern.

"He's either hallucinating or remembering something." Joseph said as he watched the suffering teen on the couch.

The group continued to watch as the teen continued to cry and plead for whoever to not leave him alone. Repeating 'they're not dead' over and over.

Soon his crying turned to screams of anguish. The group had never heard someone in so much emotional pain before.

Harry's body arched off the couch, but couldn't go anywhere thanks to the crystal resting on his chest. Other than black wisps of smoke leaching from his body into the black crystal, nothing else happened. Soon the wailing had stopped and the teen had passed out from exhaustion.

"That was actually anti-climactic." Joseph said as he began taking the crystals away. "I was expecting something. . . More." He added.

"Let's just be glad he didn't destroy the couch." Johnathon said as he hugged Martha. Worrying over the teen laying on said couch. This kid had some serious baggage.

Waking up with a scream leaving his throat, Harry sat up faster than he would have liked. Looking around the room as his breath came to him in short bursts, he tried to remember what happened. How he got to this room, but he couldn't.

"Harry?! Are you ok?" Martha said as she came sprinting into the living room. A spatula in her hand.

Looking at her, Harry was again reminded of Mrs. Weasley. God rest her soul. "I'm fine." Harry said in a groggy voice. "Just a- Just a bad dream." He stammered.

"Oh, alright." Martha said in concern. Letting the matter drop. Noticing by now this boy was a rather private person. "Dinner's ready if you'd like to come and eat."

"That would be great actually." Harry said as he stood from the couch. Noticing a blue crochet blanket falling from his lap as he did so. Stunned that these people he'd just met would care enough to cover him with their own blanket, Harry couldn't help but feel like a burden. Grabbing the blanket, he folded it and placed it on the couch before following Martha to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen he saw all three Kent's helping prepare the final touches of dinner.

"Hey! Sleeping Beauty has arisen from his slumber!" Clark said with a grin as he noticed Harry.

"What happened?" Harry asked. "I don't remember." Harry watched as all three Kent's slowed in their preparations.

"Well, you obtained an energy high when you touched Clark. It pretty much incapacitated you." Johnathon said.

Harry balked at hearing this. "Did I hurt you?" He asked in a rush.

"No. Nothing" Clark admitted.

"Oh good." Harry said.

"Boys let's eat." Martha said to distract the tension she could feel starting.

Harry waited till all three of the Kent's were seated before he took his seat.

"Guests first." Johnathon said as he gestured to Harry.

At this Harry paled. He'd never been allowed to serve himself first in his entire life. What if he got them mad? What if they kicked him out? With a shaky hand Harry began serving himself an average portion he'd eat. If the Kent's thought he was eating too much they didn't say anything.

Slowly the rest of the family began plating their food. Waiting till the rest had started eating, Harry began eating as well.

"So I have to ask," Clark said shortly after everyone started eating. "How are your eyes so green?"

"Do I need to explain to you how two people make a baby?" Harry asked in response. Feeling more like his old self at this moment. "Because I think I might." Harry added as he stabbed his fork in Clark's direction.

"Oh god." Clark said as his face turned red at the thought. Martha and Johnathon watching the interaction making sure nothing got too R rated.

"Nah. I have my mum's eyes. Everything else is from my dad." Harry answered.

"Did your dad have bed head hair too?" Clark asked jokingly.

"Clark!" Martha said in shock. Clark didn't look the least bit sorry.

"Actually it's called the 'Potter Curse'. Horribly hereditary." Harry deadpanned.

Clark stared at Harry for a moment. "I don't know if you're telling the truth right now, or not."

"Guess you'll never know, will you?" Harry said in a sing-song voice and a smirk as he turned back to his food.

"Ok now I know you're lying. Who tells the truth then smirks about it?" Clark demanded.

"Slytherin's. That's who." Harry said as he locked eyes with Clark and nodded his head. "The hat did say I'd do great in Slytherin."

Clark and his parent's stared at the dark clothed boy they were having over for dinner. "A hat told you that?" Clark asked. His parents watching the entire conversation in silence. Not touching this one with a ten-foot pole.

"Yep" Harry said, popping the 'p' sound at the end.

"Now I know you're making that up." Clark said in disbelief.

Harry continued eating as he shrugged his shoulders in response.

A.N. Free Bonus to whomever guesses who Harry was remembering while he was "high". It's TWO people. And yes, they're dead now in this story. Whoever is the first to guess both of them correctly gets to choose two of Harry's Powers as The Master Of Death. Whoever guesses one of them correctly but not the other (the first one to guess person A then person B) gets to choose one of the powers Harry has. Since that's what made him Sageeth. Even though it was written in the stars for him to become TMOD before he was even born.