I added on a bit more material at the end of this chapter. It may be important either for the next chapter or for later in the story. So It might be a good idea to scroll down and read it.

Finally

"Before you meet Mr. Potter, there are some things that the both of you should know," said Dumbledore as Clark and Kara followed him through the corridors, "You must be wondering why he would need bodyguards?"

"Actually, yes, why does he need bodyguards?" asked Clark, suddenly remembering what Jor-El said about Harry being in danger.

"Let me explain. But know that some things that I am going to tell you are in the strictest confidence. No one but I, Harry and his two best friends are fully aware of all the details."

"Alright. You can trust us. I know a little something about keeping secrets," said Clark.

Dumbledore pondered Clark's statement before continuing, "We are currently at war against perhaps the darkest wizard in a century by the name of Lord Voldemort," he paused a moment to let the information sink in, "He first rose to power some thirty years ago, spreading his beliefs of wizard superiority over muggles and blood purity. Muggles are what we call non-magic people," he added, seeing the puzzled expressions on the Kryptonians' faces. Clark nodded in understanding, though he didn't completely understand what Dumbledore meant by 'blood purity'.

"You mean like us?" asked Kara.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, hmming to himself, "No, I don't think that you would qualify in that category. However, we have not thought of a name or classification for people with powers that are not based in magic. Some wizards are arrogant like that. I must admit that I, too, have my moments."

"Shortly before Harry was born, a prophecy was made. The details are a little complicated, but simply put, a child would be born that would one day defeat the Dark Lord, and that the Dark Lord would mark him as an equal…"

"Or her," said Kara defensively.

"Dumbledore smiled before he continued, "Harry was one of two boys that the prophecy could have referred to. But Voldemort acted in hopes of killing the one that he thought was most likely to be the one. He arrived at the Potter house on Halloween when Harry was a year old. He killed James first, and then Lilly died protecting Harry. Since she willingly gave her life for her only son, it gave Harry the protection of his mother's love, which still lingers to this day. It was because of it that when Voldemort turned his wand on Harry, his curse rebounded and he was left as nothing more than a bodiless shadow of what he was."

"I hoped to make use of his mother's protection by placing him where it would be strongest: with her blood. So I left him to his mother's sister, Petunia in hopes that they would care for him as their own," his expression became one of disappointment, "Unfortunately they let old grudges and their own hatred of magic keep them from giving Harry the love that he deserved."

"Why did you leave him there then?" asked Clark in a n accusing tone.

Dumbledore stopped and looked at the two, slightly ashamed, "There is no excuse that I can give that would make up for the treatment that Harry has received. I can only give reasons and they are, as I mentioned before that I hoped to keep him protected should Voldemort or one of his followers seek revenge and that I believed Petunia would be happy to raise the son of her only sister. I had also hoped that he would be humbled by not growing up in the lime-light as the boy-who-lived, which is what everyone called him after Voldemort's downfall. And lastly, I had no knowledge until quite recently of the treatment that he suffered. He appears to be the suffer-in-silence type. When he began school, all I saw was a young boy who was rather small for his age and was quiet ad modest. I should have looked into his care, and I wish that it could be undone. There are many other wizarding families that would be only too glad to care for the boy, but I felt that most would just be in it to share the fame."

Clark was nowhere near ready to forgive the old man for Harry's cruel upbringing. But he seemed sincere, so Clark nodded in understanding, neither condemning nor condoning.

"Finish telling us about the war," said Kara, also slightly peeved at the man.

"Oh, yes. When Harry started school, Voldemort began a series of attempts to regain his body and powers," he relayed the events of Harry's first four years, such as how he stopped the Sorcerer's Stone from being stolen, and when he rescued Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets, How he freed Sirius, right up until the events of the third task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, "He arrived back on the lawn with the portkey and clutching Cedric Diggory's body. He was quite distraught, as you can imagine, but he immediately told me of Voldemort's return."

Lark and Kara looked at each other, both wide-eyed. "Wow," said Clark, "He's not even invulnerable yet," it was no concern to him that invulnerable or not, he still would have been affected by magic.

"He seems to be a lot like you Clark," said Kara. Clark didn't know how to respond to that. He kept thinking of how his little brother kept putting himself on life and death situations, nearly getting killed several times.

"While you are both here, you will need a believable cover. I can arrange for you to both attend classes with Harry and his friends as students."

"Shouldn't be too hard. I was pretty good in school. Especially English," said Clark, causing Dumbledore to chuckle a little.

"We don't have the same curriculum as a muggle school, Mr. Kent," said Dumbledore humorously, "We teach potions, transfiguration and defense against the dark arts."

"Whoa… Hold up. We can't do magic. How are we supposed to attend classes here?"

"I'm sure that we can figure a way around that. For now, just enjoy the Start-of-Term Feast. I'll have your books and supplies by morning."

"You can get everything that fast?" asked Kara with a smirk.

"I have my ways," said Dumbledore with that twinkle almost laughing in his eye. They came to the doors into the Great Hall. Just before Clark and Kara could walk in, "Just one more thing," with a wave of his wand, Clark's and Kara's clothes turned into the standard Hogwarts Gryffindor uniform.

"You've gotta be kidding me," said Kara, looking down at the unflattering grey skirt and black robe.

"School rules, everyone must be in uniform. No exceptions," said Dumbledore with great amusement.

"Let's just go in already," said Clark.

"Please be discreet," said Dumbledore, walking in the opposite direction.

Clark peeked in through the doors with his x-ray vision and spotted two empty seats across from the boy and girl that they saw with Harry. The girl kept glancing worriedly at the entrance while everyone else was watching a group of younger students try on an old hat "Whoa!" exclaimed Clark as the hat spoke.

Moving at super-speed, they took the seats before anyone could see them.

"Don't worry, Mione. He'll be here soon."

"How can you act like that? Your best friend is missing," said the girl while looking back at the entrance again. It was then that she noticed the two newcomers.

"Oh, hello," she said with a mixture of surprise, curiosity and suspicion in her face, "You must be new students."

"Yeah, we just transferred here," said Kara, "I'm Kara Kent, and this is my cousin Clark."

"Hi," said Clark.

"Are you both from America?" asked Ron, who had looked around at the sound of voices.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Considering the fact that they have American accents, we should probably assume that they are from America, Ronald," she turned back to Clark and Kara, "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Ron Weasley."

"Nice to meet you," said Clark and Kara at the same time. Hermione took another nervous glance at the doors, "are you o.k.?" asked Clark.

"Yes, it's just that our friend Harry hasn't shown up. We last saw him on the train."

Clark did his best not to start at the mention of his brother, "Is he about this tall, black hair, glasses?" he gestured with his hand for Harry's height.

"Yes, have you seen him?" said Hermione quickly.

"Yeah, he was like the last one off of the train. Got off with some brown haired lady," then he added as an afterthought, "We saw him from our carriage. It was the last one, so I think he's walking."

Hermione visibly calmed and rolled her eyes again, "Why can't he for once get to school without some sort of incident?" she said mostly to herself. Just then the doors opened and in walked Harry in his normal clothes, covered in dried blood from his nose. He walked in hurriedly, followed by a tall, sallow faced man in black robes with long greasy hair. Harry walked toward their table, which happened to be the furthest from the doors, and took the empty seat next to Hermione.

"What happened?" asked Hermione in shock.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"You're covered in blood!" when he heard this, Harry picked up a spoon to check his reflection in it. He picked up a napkin with an annoyed expression and tried wiping his face.

"Here let me," said Hermione, taking out her wand. Clark flinched when he saw her point it at Harry, but calmed when he saw the blood disappear from Harry's face and clothes.

"Thanks."

"What happened, mate?" asked Ron.

"I'll tell you later," he said, glancing behind him toward the farthest table from them. Clark and Kara followed his gaze to the blonde boy that bumped into Clark earlier. He seemed to be miming something to do with a nose and was receiving laughs from his friends. Unfortunately, Kara overheard with her super vision. When the boy went to pick up his fork, he dropped it and clutched his burnt hand in pain.

Clark sent a glare at Kara.

"What? He had it coming," she whispered defiantly.

"Harry, this is Clark and Kara Kent; they just transferred here. They're from America," said Hermione. Harry turned to the two Kryptonians.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter" he said.

"Nice to meet you," said Clark, and he meant it as he smiled brightly at his brother.

Harry looked at Clark in confusion, "Have we met before? You seem familiar,"

"Not that I can recall," replied Clark. Harry didn't seem convinced, but everyone went quiet as Dumbledore began to speak.

"This is a beautiful hall," said Kara, looking around at the high-arched windows and the clear night sky in the ceiling and the floating candles.

"We were all just as amazed when we first entered this hall," said Harry, fondly remembering his first day here. Too bad he didn't know what lay in store for him.

Hermione was eyeing the two Kryptonians suspiciously, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you both look a little old to still be in school,"

Clark and Kara shared a glance before Clark answered, "We started school a year late. Plus our school took students older than here anyway. And we've always been told that we look older than we are. Heck, when I was fifteen everyone thought I was twenty-four," he chuckled nervously. Even Kara couldn't have bought that story. Hermione looked at them suspiciously but didn't say anything.

"How old are you?" asked Ron.

"Eighteen," said Kara, after a quick calculation based on the story Clark told.

Hermione continued to frown but said no more on the subject.

At the end of the feast, Ron and Hermione separated from the three kryptonians to perform their prefect duties of showing the first years to the dormitories. After they waved goodbye, Harry turned to Clark and Kara, "Do either of you know the way to the dormitories?"

"No," replied Kara.

"That's fine. Just follow me," he headed out of the Great Hall, followed closely by Clark and Kara.

"Excuse me!" they heard a voice and running behind them. Turning around, they saw a much younger stundent running towards them, carrying three rolls of parchment.

"I wasasked to deliver these to you," said the young girl. handing the rolls of parchment to each of the older students.

"Thank you," said Clark, the other two nodding in ackowledgment of the younger student.

When all three were safe in their dorms away from prying eyes, only thendid they read the letters.

Dear Harry,

I have a matter of great importance to discuss with you. If you would be so kind as to meet me in my office at 7:00 AM, half an hour before breakfast. Whether you wish to include Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger is entirely up to you.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I enjoy Acid Pops

As Harry finished reading his letter, Clark and Kara were reading theirs.

Dear Mr./Ms. Kent,

I shall have your books and supplies ready for you to pick up by morning. I have also been in correspondence with someone that I believe may be able to help you to blend in whilste you are here, referring to the fact that you cannot do magic. I realize that it is a most unpleasant hour, but if you could meet me and this person in my office at 6:00 AM, we will be able to get you both settled into the curriculum as smoothly as possible.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Only someone with very good eyesite can ready what is at the bottom of this parchment.

Looking at the bottom of the parchment with their microscopic vision, they were both able to make out the instructions for getting into Dumbledore's office as well as the password.

This chapter is appropriately named as it is the first meeting between Harry and his brother and cousin. It's a short meeting, but there is more interaction to come in later chapters. I know many people were looking forward to this. I hope I didn't disappoint.

I just now added that last bit at the bottom about Hermione being suspicious about their ages and Dumbledore sending them the notes. I was going to have it added to the next chapter but I figured it all fit better in this chapter so that I can go ahead and keep going with what happens next in the meetings with Dumbledore.