The Meeting

"He moved; I can't see him in his compartment anymore!" Kara said, worried. All of the compartments were full and they didn't want to be noticed. So they sought refuge in the luggage compartment. It wasn't the most comfortable way to travel, sitting on top of a stack of hard trunks.

"He's alright," said Clark, focusing his x-ray vision and his hearing, listening for his brother's heartbeat, "He just went into a compartment with some old guy, probably a teacher, and a large group of students. I don't think we need to keep looking for him, Kara. It's not like he's going anywhere."

"I understand. It's just that he's right there. Why can't we just walk over to him and tell him who we are?"

"I haven't figured out the best way to tell him yet. It'll come as a big shock when we tell him."

They both decided to try and be as comfortable as they could until the end of the trip.

Later on, in the Slytherine Compartment

Harry sat uncomfortably under his invisibility cloak as he watched Malfoy as he waved his wand to cover all of the windows in the compartment. He then bent over his carrying case as though to look for something. When he stood back up, he was carrying a cane with a silver snake at the end with green eyes; eyes that, unknown to either boy began to glow. Harry recognized it as his father's cane.

"Didn't mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter," he said, calmly. Before Harry could react, Malfoy whipped around with his own wand, "Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry's stiff body fell to the floor of the compartment, settling even more uncomfortably between the seats. He was so surprised by his situation, that he almost didn't notice the slight wave of nausea that swept over him. The green eyes on the can continued to glow.

"I thought I saw someone's trainers hanging in the air when Blaise came back from his little lunch meeting," Harry mentally cursed himself for not securing the cloak around his feet before jumping up onto the shelf. The next thing that he knew, a shiny black shoe came down hard on his nose. He heard a loud crack and felt the warm gush of blood, "That was for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London," he pulled the cloak back over Harry's immobilized body.

Malfoy stood up and smoothed out his robes before exiting the compartment, cane and case in hand. Harry didn't feel as nauseous anymore, but panic was slowly settling in as he felt the train starting to move. Just when he thought that there was no way he was getting out of this, he heard the door open again.

"Finite," he heard a familiar voice say. He was immediately able to move again. He sat up and pulled the cloak off. Turning around, he saw that it was Tonks that had rescued him.

"Tonks! How did you find me?"

"I saw that you didn't get off of the train at the platform, and this was the only platform with the blinds all pulled down."

"Thanks, I probably would've been all the way back at King's Cross if no one had found me"

"Don't thank me, yet. We still have to get off of the train. I hope you don't mind jumping."

On the Platform

Two pairs of people were becoming frantic looking for one Harry Potter. Hermione and Ron were looking up and down the platform for their missing friend, but then were forced to get into the carriages with the other students in the hopes that he was in one already headed for the castle.

"Kal, I'm worried," her face was showing it, too. They couldn't see the youngest of the House of El in the sea of faces.

"Me, too; I scanned every carriage that went by carrying students and I didn't see him." He decided not to bring up the fact that there were some pretty creepy horse things pulling them.

"Maybe he's still on the train,"

"Yeah, let's look; you take that end, I'll take this one," they began to walk down the platform in opposite directions, scanning the inside of the train. Most of the students had gone already. Halfway down, Clark felt a familiar nausea overtake him. He immediately stumbled and bumped into someone. He looked down at the surprised student. He had blonde hair and a pale face. His eyes locked with surprised blue-grey.

"Clark!" hearing Kara's voice snapped them both out of it. The blonde took on his usual haughty appearance and walked off, while Clark shook off the last of the nausea, "Clark, what happened?"

"I think that kid has Kryptonite,"

"Oh," said Kara, uncertainly, glancing in the direction of the blonde that Clark was still staring in, "By the way, I saw him!"

"What? Where?" she pointed toward the other end of the train; they both witnessed him and an older woman jump off of the train, "why's he covered in blood?" Clark was starting to worry again.

"I don't know. But now might be a good time to get to him," before they took a move toward Harry, though, they both felt something hit them from the back and suddenly they couldn't move.

"I can tell that you are both not students. I don't know what you're both playing at sneaking on that train, but in times like these, we don't take too kindly to people who sneak around the school," said a raspy sounding male voice from behind them.

"What should we do with them, Mad-Eye?" asked a softer, but still male voice.

"Dumbledore'll want to question them before we take them to the ministry."

"Alright, I've got the portkey."

All of a sudden, there was a strange pull behind both their navels, accompanied by a flash of colors in front of their eyes. Suddenly they were in a large, circular room filled with books and odd contraptions.

"Ah, Alastor, Remus, to what do I owe the pleasure?" said a deep, but kind voice.

"We caught these two snooping around on the platform after the kids arrived," said the first voice.

"Mmmh," the third man made a thoughtful noise. Suddenly, he walked around into the two captives' line of vision. He was a tall, elderly man with a waist-length silver beard. He wore a pair of half-moon glasses perched on the end of his crooked nose. His eyes were light blue and twinkling merrily, "That'll be all, gentlemen, I can handle them from here."

"But, Professor," the first man started to complain, but he was silenced by a stern look from the old man. They then heard two pairs of feet walking away followed by a door closing.

The old man pulled out a thin, intricately carved stick and waved it in front of them. Suddenly, they could move again.

"How…" both were shocked but Kara seemed a bit more vocal about it, "How were you able to hold us like that?"

"I realize, my dear that the two of you are invulnerable to almost everything, but even Kryptonians have very little resistance to magic."

This snapped Clark out of his speechlessness, "How did you know that? And what do you mean magic?"

"So silly of me, dear boy. I believe introductions are in order and then we will discuss my knowledge of your origins and your business at my school," he walked over to a large desk that the other two had yet to notice because it wasn't in their line of vision when they were immobilized, "My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, and I am Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Soy you mean that this is a school for witches and wizards?" asked Clark, only a slight bit skeptical. It wouldn't be his first time dealing with witches.

"That is true. Now, your names?" he asked politely.

"My name is Clark Kent and this is my cousin Kara."

"That is good to know, but what are your real names?" he asked with an amused smile.

Clark glanced at Kara before answering, "I am Kal-El, son of Jor-El. My cousin is Kara, daughter of Zor-El."

"Ah, so you are related to Jor-El,"

"You knew my father?" asked Clark.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, that is how I knew that you were Kryptonians," Dumbledore sat back in his chair and placed his fingers, tip-to-tip in front of his face, remembering. Clark felt it would be too polite to ask about his blackened arm, "It must have been almost seventeen years ago. An ex-student of mine, Lily Evans, introduced me to a friend of hers. She introduced him as Joe, but I had a feeling that he was not of this Earth. Being a rather brilliant wizard, my feelings are usually correct. When I confronted him about it, and gave a demonstration of my power, he told me of Krypton."

Clark and Kara relaxed a bit at that. But then, "Wait a minute, so he knew about wizards, but didn't tell me?"

Dumbledore raised a silencing hand, "Actually, I erased his memory when I found no ill intention in him."

"Oh," Clark sat back a bit more.

"How is your father, may I ask?"

Kara looked down sadly as Clark answered, "I'm afraid he's gone, along with the planet Krypton. I was raised here on earth by humans and Kara was sent in a ship that kept her frozen until a year or so ago. I only talk to him through a computerized version of himself. It's inside a fortress that's in the arctic."

"Oh, I am quite sorry to hear that. Were there any other survivors?"

"Unless you count the ones with hostile intent, it's just us," said Clark.

"And…" began Kara to say. Both Kryptonians looked at each other and answered in unison, "Harry."

Dumbledore seemed somewhat troubled when they looked back at him, "Do you have any proof?"

"When the Fortress of Solitude, was erected, my father said that he could sense a half Kryptonian that was a member of the House of El in England."

"I'm afraid that does raise some complications. I had my suspicions that Lily Evans and Jor-El's relationship may have been more that platonic."

"The thing is, his powers are starting to develop. We need to be there to help him. Also, he's my little brother, he's family."

"Dumbledore thought for a moment before speaking, "I will arrange for the two of you to stay here at the castle close to Harry. I can tell him that it is added protection, bodyguards, if you will. You will be close enough to him at all times to observe for the emergence of his Kryptonian powers, but I must ask you not to divulge this to him until it is absolutely necessary."

"Why not?" asked Kara, suddenly angry."

"I am only thinking of his emotional state right now. You see, he has just lost his godfather. They were very close in the short time that they knew each other. He blames himself for Sirius's death. Sirius was best friends in school with Harry's father. I say his father because even though they did not share blood, James still loved the boy as his own until his death. I'm afraid that Harry will see accepting anyone else as his father will be an insult to James Potter's memory as well as an act of betrayal to Sirius. Neither would be true, but I do not believe Harry will see it that way. I don't believe that he is ready for this type of news."

Clark looked away in anger and frustration. He was so close to having a brother. But now he would have to pretend to be strangers.

"Clark," Kara whispered, putting a hand gently on his shoulder.

"You say that you'll let us stay here and watch over him until we can tell him the truth?" asked Clark, looking back at the old man.

"Yes, Mr. Kent, you and Ms. Kent are welcome as long as need be."

"What do you think?" he asked Kara.

She looked at Dumbledore, then back at Clark and nodded her head.

"Alright, we'll do it."

"Excellent; I will let him know after dinner that he will have two 'bodyguards' for the year. Now let us repair to the great hall. We do not want to be late for the opening feast."

Author's Note:

In the next chapter, Dumbledore will explain to Clark and Kara why Harry needs bodyguards.

I am gonna try and keep certain parts of this story as close to the sixth book as possible. But I don't have it memorised and I watched the movie recently so it may be a mixture of dialogue from the book, the movie and a little bit of improvisation.

And a five minute time-out to anyone who thought that Dumbledore wouldn't at least have an idea of what's going on. lol