Privet Drive

"No, I don't know how long I'm going to be gone, mom," said Clark into the phone as he finished filling his duffle bag with clothes and necessities, "I've got Mr. Hubbard looking after the farm while we're gone," He walked over to his dresser to get a large leather-looking book when he noticed the picture of his little brother propped up on the top. A large grin graced his face as he took the picture and placed it in the book, which happened to be a photo album. He then put the photo album in his bag, "All I can say is we're gonna be somewhere in London, England. We're sort of following up on a lead for a story," he knew his mother wouldn't ask any more questions after that, "Alright, mom, I love you, too. I'll call you when I can. Bye."

"It's about time; I've had my bag packed and ready to go for forty five minutes," said Kara as Clark made his way down the stairs.

"Sorry, some of us don't use super speed for everything."

"Explain to me again why we are taking a jet. I could just fly us you know."

"Do you wanna risk dropping something? And plus, taking Oliver's jet will give us a chance to make a plan."

"Fine, let's get going," they made sure that everything was shut off before heading out. They made that sure the door was locked; they then both sped off to where they were to meet Oliver's private jet.

The trip to London was incredibly boring; at least it was for Kara, judging by her constant complaining about how it would've been faster to fly at super-speed. When they finally landed, Clark was so glad that he didn't strangle the blonde before they made it. They checked into a cheap, pay-by-the-day motel. As soon as they were checked into the room, they dropped off their bags and were ready to speed to Privet Drive; they did, however, take the time to look at a map first, of course.

They slowed to a blur before coming to a complete stop at an unknown street. They were having a little trouble with the mad.

"What is it with Earth-raised men and asking for directions?" asked Kara, sarcastically.

"I'm not asking for directions because I already know where I'm going." At that, he sped off in another direction, followed closely by Kara.

Clark stopped again, "See, what did I tell you?"

Kara looked up and saw the sign that read 'Privet Drive'. "Good for you. Now let's do what we came here to do." She headed for the row of houses nearby as Clark followed.

Clark was starting to become nervous about how his brother will react to the news. 'Oh, Hi, I'm your brother and I just happen to be an alien.' That'll go down really well he thought to himself. Another thought that was playing on his fears was What if he doesn't like me? There was no time to dwell on fears, however as they walked up the drive to Number Four.

There's no car; they may not be home. He thought to himself.

"Well, I guess this is it," said Kara, as they both stared at the suddenly very intimidating front door, "Go for it, big brother."

Clark's hands shook as he raised his fist to knock on the door. They waited a minute before they heard the sound of a lock clicking. The next moment, the door was opened by a blonde, horse-faced woman with a long neck.

The woman immediately looked them over suspiciously, her eyes taking in Kara's choice of short shorts and naval-baring top, "Can I help you?"

"Are you Petunia Dursley?" asked Clark.

"Yes, I am. What's this about?"

"We're here to… Well, it's about your nephew, Harry," Clark managed to stammer out.

Her eyes seemed to widen for a small moment before she spoke again, "What about the boy?"

Clark began to speak, but Kara spoke first, "May we come in?"

Petunia was going to refuse; she thought better of it when she realized what the neighbors would think of seeing her rudely turn away two young guests, "Very well. Let's make this quick; my husband will be home soon."

"Thank you," said Kara.

"Have a seat," said Petunia, stiffly, "Can I offer the two of you some tea?"

"No, thank you," said both Kara and Clark.

"What is it about Harry?" she asked again, wanting to cut to the chase.

Kara was expecting Clark to start off, but he appeared to be staring blankly at the wall. Unknown to her, he was looking at the many pictures hanging on the walls or sitting on the surfaces.

"First off, my name is Kara Kent, and this is my cousin Clark Kent. We come from a place called Smallville, Kansas,"

"That's very well, but I believe you wanted to discuss something to do with Harry,"

"Yeah we were," Clark decided to speak up, his voice unusually stern, "Speaking of Harry, why isn't he in any of your family pictures?" He finished his question with a glare at the woman.

"What's it to you?" she asked in the same stiff tone.

"I just thought that when a kid lives with a family for, what… fifteen years? There should be some picture show for it. If not, then it may mean that either the kid wasn't happy with the family or they wanted to deny he ever existed. Or both,"

"I won't stand for…"

"We also have some questions about some old school reports that mention questionable bruises and injuries," said Kara, standing up and giving her own harsh look to the woman, "And why did it take a threat of legal action for you to take him to an optometrist?"

"Now see here, you delinquents. That boy was a horrible burden on this family since the day he was dropped on our doorstep," she was going to say more, but she was at a loss for words as two very strong hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted her two feet off the floor.

"You gonna finish that statement?" asked Kara, still holding Petunia up and letting her eyes flare a bit.

"You're one of his lot aren't you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Clark.

"I mean you're like him. You can do all of those unnatural things," her voice was tainted with disgust as she spoke.

Clark was angry that these people seemed to treat his little brother the way that he was always afraid of being treated. The anger was soon replaced with worry when what she said sunk in. He's already got his powers! He and Kara both traded knowing glances.

"Kara, put her down," when the woman was safely on the floor again, Clark asked, "Where is Harry? We really need to talk to him."

"He's not here. He's at some friend's house. I don't know where they live," said Petunia angrily.

Clark had to restrain himself from getting into an angry lecture about guardians sending their children to someone's house and not finding out where they live or how to contact them. She wouldn't listen anyway, "When will he be back?"

"He won't, at least not until next summer. He's there until the end of summer, and then they'll be headed for school. I wish he'd just stay there."

"Where does he go to school?" asked Kara.

Petunia briefly took on a look of confusion, "Don't you know already?"

"We aren't from around here. We don't know any British schools," said Clark, impatiently.

The last thing that Petunia wanted to do was help them. Scratch that, the last thing that she wanted to do was bring down their wrath upon her household, "If I tell you how to get there, then will you leave my family alone?"

"Fine! Just tell us already."

"Tomorrow is September the first. He will be boarding a train at King's Cross station at eleven exactly. That will take him to his school."

"What train?"

"All I know is that the platform number is 9 ¾," Petunia was becoming visibly more nervous as they seemed to become more angry.

Kara looked at Clark in confusion. He told her, "It must be some sort of British numbering system," he looked back at Petunia, "Is that all you can tell us?"

"That's all I know!" she snapped.

Clark glanced at Kara, "I guess we should go then,"

Clark and Kara both made their way silently out the door. It wasn't until they got the sign post that Kara spoke again, "What's the plan now?"

"Tomorrow, we'll have to go look for Harry at the train station. If we don't see him before the train leaves, then we can always hitch a ride and meet him at the school. Once we know where the school is, we can speed back home when we're done."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Now why don't we go find a place to eat."