Finding Harry

The Burrow

Harry woke to find himself comfortable in his bed. Looking around to the bedside table, he found his glasses. He got up, went out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen to find the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, muttering worriedly about him.

"Oh, Harry, you're awake!" Mrs. Weasley scooped him into one of her suffocating hugs, "How do you feel?" she held him at arm's length to look him over.

"Fine, I guess. What happened?" he asked, confused.

"Don't you remember, mate?"

"No."

"All we know is that you were going for a walk…" began Hermione.

"After a while we heard you screaming bloody murder. When we showed up, you were out. We didn't know what happened to you, mate," as Ron finished, he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and gave a comforting squeeze; or he tried to. Ron began squeezing up and down Harry's arm with a confused look on his face, "I guess tossing all of those gnomes helped you build up some muscle mass, mate."

"Geroff," said Harry, shaking Ron's hand off.

"If you're really feeling alright, then I guess you can eat dinner with the rest of us instead of up in your room. But let's all keep an eye on him over the next few days," she said this last part to the others, who nodded in agreement.

"I'm fine, really," said Harry.

"If you say so, dear," Mrs. Weasley humored him as she led him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was soon filled with the sounds of laughter and excited chatter. Everyone ate triple helpings of Mrs. Weasleys food and caught up on news of the war that was heard through the Order.

Halfway through the meal, however, Harry noticed something strange. He was looking at Fred, who was sitting right across from him. He could tell it was Fred, or at least one of the twins, but there was a slight blur around the edges that wasn't there before. He couldn't even make out the freckles on the twin's nose anymore. He held a hand experimentally in front of his face. It was the same, blurred at the edge.

Hermione was just looking in his general direction when she saw Harry taking off his glasses and began to wipe them off on his shirt. When he put them back on, he was squinting slightly. "Is something wrong with your glasses, Harry?"

"I don't know what's wrong with them. I guess I need a new prescription; I've had these for years." Harry stopped fiddling with his glasses and went back to his food.

"How long have you been having trouble seeing?"

"Actually, this is the first time I've noticed. I know for a fact that I could see just fine yesterday."

Hermione thought it was strange that he could be seeing well one day and then the next day he needs new glasses. It was also too much of a coincidence that it happened soon after his episode from earlier. I may have to talk to him later when it's just me, him and Ron.

Watchtower

Clark was pacing back and forth impatiently while Kara just sat in one of the chairs at the meeting table. "Where could she be?" Clark said mostly to himself.

Suddenly, the lift activated and Chloe Sullivan soon stepped out into Watchtower, the League headquarters.

"Where were you? We called nearly two hours ago."

"Sorry Clark, I figured we could all use some caffeine," she set a trey with three coffees on the table, "and unlike Kryptonians, we Earthlings can't super speed everywhere we go. Sometimes we have to count on the friendly neighborhood cab driver to get from point A to point B; or in this case, not so friendly and from two neighborhoods over."

"Nice to see you again, Chloe," said Kara, trying to alleviate the tension so that they could get down to business.

"Same to you, Kara. I'm glad one of you didn't leave your manners on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Chloe replied as she passed Kara her coffee, and then offered one to Clark, who declined. He seems anxious about something, "So what's so important that you need my expertise?"

Clark stopped his pacing to stare at Chloe, as if trying to find the right words to tell her something, "We need you to help us find someone,"

"Are we going to grab some random person off the streets or is there a specific someone you need to find?"

"Very specific,"

"Okay, do you want to tell me why it's so important to find this person?"

Again, Clark seemed to be debating on the right words, "When Jor-El was younger, he traveled to Earth through a wormhole and ended up in the year 1992 when it should have been 1979. He met a woman and they had an affair. Long story short, it turns out I have a little brother."

Chloe stared at Clark with wide eyes, "Whoa! Lot to take in before I've had my coffee," she took a sip out of the insulated cup. "Okay, I'm full capacity now. You say you've got a brother?" her tone was one of disbelief.

"Yeah, I do. He's about to start coming into his powers, so he needs us to teach him how to control them."

Chloe let out a sigh, "How do you expect me to find him?"

"Jor-El gave us three names to search for: Lily Evans though it could also be Lily Potter, Petunia Evans, and James Potter."

"Okay, let me get started," she began pulling up several information databases and search engines, "Is there anything else that you can tell me about your brother?"

Clark brought every scrap of the conversation in the Fortress to the front of his mind, "He would be about sixteen. But that's all we know."

"You're sure? There's nothing else?"

"They lived in England!" Kara suddenly remembered.

"Well, that should help a lot. I'd hate to send you on a wild goose chase on the wrong continent."

Chloe ran her searches for a few minutes before finally, "Okay, Here's what I've got so far: Lily Potter, born Lily Evans on January 30, 1973; Grew up with her sister Petunia Evans in Mill Town in Great Britain. Married James Potter in November 1992. That's funny."

"What is?" asked Clark as he looked at the screen over her shoulder.

"According to this, Lily attended primary school until around the age of eleven and then nothing else on any other schooling at all. Then she gets married to this guy James Potter, and there're absolutely no records on him period. It's like he doesn't even exist, and she just disappears off the face of the Earth. I can't even find any contact information."

"Nothing?" Clark was beginning to panic at the lack of information," What about Petunia? Maybe if we get in touch with her, she'll know how to contact them."

"Alright, it's worth a try," she began typing more on the computer, "Alright, here we go. Petunia Evans is now Petunia Dursley. She resides at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey with her husband Vernon Dursley, their son Dudley and…" Chloe stared at the computer in surprise.

"And who, Chloe?" asked Clark. He noticed her pause after he finished writing down the address.

Chloe snapped out of her trance, though she still looked confused, "And her nephew Harry Potter,"

"Harry Potter?" Both Clark and Kara were at Chloe's shoulders now as she looked up the records for Harry Potter, "Oh my God, Clark, it looks like this is your brother. Here are his school records. Harry James Potter, born to Lily and James Potter on July 31, 1993, Parents died in a car crash on Halloween 1994, details unknown. Legal Guardians are his mother's sister Petunia Dursley and her husband Vernon Dursley."

"Lily and James died?" asked Clark, feeling sad for his new-found brother.

"Yea, but it's funny. If they really died in a car crash it should have come up when I searched for them. Unless there was no record of it, which shouldn't happen," she read a little further, "Oh, man, you guys aren't gonna like this,"

"What is it now?"

"Health records from his school nurse."

"What do they say?" asked Clark, suddenly concerned; it's never good when Chloe talks like that.

"The reports say that he was severely underweight for his age. Yearly physicals show signs of malnutrition. He showed up often with questionable bruises. He was bullied often by his own cousin as well as other bullies at school. Oh, get this, the nurse had to threaten the Dursleys with legal action if they didn't take him to get his eyes checked for glasses because he was suffering from severe headaches on account of having to squint at the board in class."

"You don't think they're abusing him, do you?" Clark asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I hate to say it, but they may be," she read further, "Okay, this is getting really weird."

"What is it?" asked Kara, now pacing back and forth behind Chloe.

"Just like with Lily, all of Harry's school records stop after the age of eleven."

"Nothing?" asked Clark.

"Nada. If…I mean when you find him, it may not be a bad idea to find out why they keep flying off the radar. I'd hate to think that he's involved with the British Mafia or something."

"Thanks, Chloe," Clark was about to head back to the farm when a thought struck him, "Hey Chloe?"

"Yea, Clark," she turned in her chair to better look at him.

"Can you find me a picture of him; the most recent picture you can find?"

"Sure, no problem," she turned around and began typing and clicking some more. When she was done, an image appeared on the screen of a gangly boy of about ten with messy black hair, vibrant green eyes, round glasses, and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

Though he still had yet to find his brother, Clark couldn't help but grin at the image on the screen as he felt a swelling in his chest.

"Wow, cool scar," said Chloe, referring to the picture that she was now printing out. When she looked up at Clark, her lips twitched up at the corners when she saw his grin. She could tell that even though they haven't even met yet, Clark already loved his new brother as though they grew up together.

The Burrow, later that night

"Harry," said Hermione, knocking on the door frame to Harry's room where harry and Ron were engaged in a game of exploding snaps, "Can we talk?"

"Aren't we already talking, Hermione?" This caused Ron to snort with laughter, and Hermione shot her 'I will set you ablaze!' glare at him.

"You know what I mean Harry."

"Sure, Hermione. What's on your mind?" he asked as he succeeded in defeating Ron for the third time in a row.

"About earlier, do you remember anything from right before you passed out?"

"Not really," said Harry, trying to disguise how nervous it made him.

"What were you doing at the time?"

"I was just walking… and thinking," Harry didn't like where this would lead.

"What were you thinking about?" asked Hermione. Ron was listening intently to the conversation as well and they both had looks of concern on their faces.

"I was just thinking about…" he took a deep breath. He hated to admit those feelings to them, but he made a promise to Sirius and to Dumbledore not to shut himself out, "About how overwhelming this all is. I thought about how I'm barely sixteen and they expect me to defeat this evil Lord and free the wizarding world," a couple of tears had escaped his closed eyelids when all of those feelings came back to him, "I started shouting at the top of my longs to nobody, or to the entire universe, I don't really know."

Hermione noticed the tears and walked over to place a comforting arm around her friend's shoulder, fighting a few of her own, "What happened next?"

Harry thought hard for a minute or two, "That voice!"

Ron and Hermione were confused, "What voice?" they both asked at once.

"Those dreams that I've been having lately, there's this voice. And I heard it just before I blacked out."

"Tell us about the dream then," said Hermione.

Harry thought of a general description of the dreams, "The voice, it talks to me. It's actually very warm and soothing. It reminds me of the times whenever I hugged Sirius before he died," he felt his heart clench at the thought of his godfather, "It doesn't say much. I remember something about Jor-El and Kal-El. They sound like names to me. And another word: Krypton,"

"You mean like the element from the periodic table?" asked Hermione, confused again.

Ron didn't know what she was referring to, but Harry had a vague idea, "I don't think so. And it mentions my father, too. But it's always bits and pieces, never enough for me to put together. And then I see visions of a palace made of ice or crystal and a man in black robes with a white symbol on his chest."

"What kind of symbol?" asked Hermione; none of this was making any sense to her or Ron.

"It was a capital 'S' inside of a shape. I can't remember the proper name for that kind of shape," Hermione saved him the trouble of explaining it by pulling a quill, ink, and parchment out of her pocket.

"You just randomly carry those in your nightclothes?" asked Ron, smirking.

"Never know when you'll need them," Hermione said with dignity. When Harry was done drawing the symbol, he handed the parchment to Hermione, who looked at it then showed it to Ron.

"I've never seen anything like this before, mate."

"What did the voice say before you blacked out?"

"Not much, as usual; it said 'My son' and then I had a vision of the crystal palace. There was a podium of something in the center of it that started glowing, then I heard this awful ringing in my ears. That's all there was before I saw you guys running towards me and everything went dark."

"That's strange," said Hermione, "I don't know what any of that could mean. But promise me you'll let us know if you have any more of those dreams."

"I promise, Hermione," said Harry. Hermione smiled appreciatively.

"Goodnight, both of you," said Hermione, standing to walk out the door, "I need to get some beauty sleep."

"Well in that case, we'll see you next century. His joke caused Hermione to hit him with a pillow, which erupted into all-out war. One more night of normalcy before everything started to get even stranger.