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First Mage of Krypton

Chapter 1

Lily Jane Potter nee Evans smiled as she held her son to her chest, rocking back and forth to soothe the young child. She hadn't expected to be able to fall pregnant with a human but James had been rather insistent in trying to date her despite her being neither human nor magical.

Their first date had gone so horribly that she had to give him another chance. And then their second date had been interrupted by the terrorist James had been fighting, so she gave him a third and then a fourth. It seemed that each of their dates had something happen to cause them to go awry and, during each one, she had fallen for the puckish rogue a little more. She had immediately agreed when he proposed to her. Unlike him, however, she had waited until they were married to tell him about who and what she was.

She had been adopted by George and Rose Evans as a young child after they had discovered her crashed in a field not far from where the pair were having a picnic date. She had been the rough equivalent of four years old, stored in the shuttle in the middle of the night on Krypton and sent on a journey shortly before her father had been arrested. Dru-Zod had been a caring father but he had not been kind. Despite that, he had saved her from Krypton's destruction. As for her mother… Well, she had no memories of the woman.

She had been raised as a human but she had learned everything about her people that her father had sent with her. It had basically told her to become a conqueror but her adoptive parents were quick to help soothe her after finding out her birth father was a violent man who wanted his heritage almost nothing but violence.

Instead of doing what he wanted of her, she had instead become an entrepreneur. It had taken a bit of money and a lot of time, but she was able to recreate some Kryptonian technology using human parts. She hadn't even been twenty before she was one of the richest people in the country and within the top five-hundred for the world. All because she had 'invented' a new, better power source than nuclear and gas. It wasn't Zero Point Energy like her ship ran on but it was a hell of a lot better than nuclear and coal. And then she 'invented' batteries that could last a month of continuous use, could power the average home and only took ten minutes to recharge.

Of course, that had a few attempts on her life in itself and she would've died no less than six times in the first few months before her invention was even revealed, and it numbered almost sixty after she had revealed them.

Now that she was a mother though, she had shut down her company, donated ninety percent of her monetary assets to charity and personally hid the machines that produced her inventions at a rate no human factory could for at least two hundred more years. Once her son was in Hogwarts, since he seemed to be magical like his father, she would probably start her company back up while she tinkered with making very simplified versions of her homeworlds tech.

Though it looked like Luthorcorp was trying and succeeding at making some similar batteries to her own, albeit a fair bit worse.

She smiled again as she tucked her precious son back into bed. She'd have to keep an eye out for if he started to develop powers like her own, it had been a nightmare training herself up to a point where she could actually act like a normal human, how to learn to ignore sounds that no human could normally hear, like grass growing or a heartbeat from someone miles away.

With Harry back in bed, she snuck back to her own but kept an ear out to listen for him. She didn't sleep, she didn't actually have to, but she enjoyed being snuggled next to her husband and watching him sleep. She found his calm breathing and steady heartbeat relaxing, so she laid in bed with him and enjoyed the moment.

~Z~

Albus frowned at the body of James, shaking his head at the man's fate. Marrying a muggle, it was nonsense! He just couldn't understand the thought of someone finding those… creatures appealing enough to have relations with, let alone marrying. It was bad enough letting muggleborns into their society.

He walked away from the cooling body and made his way up the stairs, hearing the annoying, piercing cry of the toddler of the once-promising wizard and the muggle he married. There was a surprising amount of wreckage as he surveyed the hall outside the toddlers room. Still, he didn't stop his walk as he turned and entered the room, ignoring Peter Pettigrew as he thought he snuck out of the room in that rat form of his.

He glanced around the room, seeing the damage caused by what seemed to be the backfire of a curse. Strangely, the toddler seemed to have busted through his crib to… no, it must've been destroyed by the spell sent to kill him.

He stunned the child to stop his annoying screeching before using a spell of his own design to remove his magical signature from the room. And then he noticed the muggle was breathing. "Astounding," he muttered. Since he had been the one to cast the fidelus, he knew the only spells that had been cast in the house in the last hour had been three killing curses, a few non-lethal offensive spells from James and his own charms.

Still, it wasn't like he needed her and a few waves of his wand told him that her vitals were failing, so he ignored her and flicked his wand at the child, pushing him back into the crib before he repaired it. He could feel the horrid soul magic staining the child, which confirmed his thoughts about Riddle's form of immortality.

But how had the Potter child survived while his mother was dying from the same curse he was assaulted with? Was it a sacrificial spell the father prepared, a spell from the Potter grimoire? That was… likely. There could've been no other way the Peverells summoned Death itself than with the darkest magics and any family that could do that would find a way to protect themselves from the killing curse. Were it not for those blasted protections, he would search for the spell and market it as his own creation, like he had with some of Flamels creations and discoveries.

With the boy being the target of a prophecy, it wouldn't be long before Tom would use his connections and craft himself a new, likely better body than ever.

Albus hummed. He would have to find more powerful spells if he were to vanquish Tom, a better body meant he would be a better magical conduit. He smiled as a thought crossed him. "Ah, perhaps a trap insides?" He said to himself. "I can toss the brat with some muggles, call them his relatives and put up feeble defenses around their home, pretending they're powerful wards. After that, I'll wait for Tom to break down the wards and kill the boy before I swoop in, sadly too late to save him, and vanquish Tom." He smiled, "Why Albus, I think that's the best idea you've had in years."

Figuring he might as well get payment from James and his creature-wife for rescuing their child, he searched through the house for any artifacts James might've kept around. A scowl turned across his face when he found an old, worn out invisibility cloak and nothing else. Of course his parents would splurge on an invisibility cloak for his years at Hogwarts. It was still in decent enough condition and, since he didn't need to use it all that often, he could probably pull ten years out of it. And, if by some miracle the Potter mutt survived, the magic of the cloak would be nearly faded and it would make it easy to keep track of him.

Angered at the lack of anything else remotely magical in the house, except James' wand, he would have to arrange things to get more compensation from their family. He would take over his magical guardianship - Sirius going to Azkaban would be a worthy sacrifice, even if it meant he'd lose access to the impressive library Sirius had, and the Longbottom name had been synonymous with cowards for almost a hundred years so no one would want their 'savior' to be raised by them - and pull in compensation from both the Ministry and the Potter accounts.

He would forge a will to pull in everything they owned but the blights, goblins, would recognize it for the fake it was. He could at least pull some funds from the Potter accounts if he were the child's magical guardian, even if he pawned the boy off to someone else.

He pulled the cloak on as he heard the roar of that dreadful motorcycle Sirius bought, pulling his magic in so he didn't radiate it and give away his location. He watched as Sirius cried over that mongrel James married and genuinely worried over the child's health. He hit Sirius with a silent, yet powerful compulsion charm to leave Harry behind and chase after Peter. Yes, getting rid of Sirius was the best choice. To view that mongrel and mutt as people, utterly disgusting.

Watching Sirius leave via apparation, he turned to make his own way out. He'd send Hagrid to take the child and the muggle contraption in a few hours while he went to find the perfectly manipulatable family.

~Z~

Lily woke up with a sharp gasp, air filling her lungs painfully before she started to cough and hack. She was in pain, which was a fairly rare sensation. Emerald eyes flicked across the room, her nose scrunching up at the smell of the room. She was in a hospital, in one of the beds. She felt diodes and other things attached to her skin and heard the rhythmic, if somewhat rapid beep of a heart rate monitor.

She glanced over at the window, squinting slightly at the light beaming in and bathing the room in its glow. She stood from the bed, ignoring the protest from her limbs as she moved to the window, throwing it open so she could soak in the unfiltered light. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, but it was long enough for her body to ache with every movement, which was a foreign feeling.

The last thing that she remembered was… James yelling at her, telling her to take Harry and go. They were under attack by the leader of that terrorist group James fought against, believing that their son was the one destined to defeat him. It sounded like nonsense to her but, as was evident, Voldemort believed it to be true and took steps to eliminate the possible threat.

She heard a door open behind her and a sharp, feminine gasp from the person that opened the door. She turned, moving to look at the woman.

"Holy shit," the adorably small woman said, "You're awake." She blinked twice, "Oh! You shouldn't be standing! You've been laying in that bed for months!"

Lily felt her stomach sour. Basking in the sun, she was able to ignore the nurses' insistent pulling, trying to guide her back to the bed. "What-..." Lily coughed, her voice hoarse from disuse. "What's the date?" She forced out.

When the woman continued trying to pull her, she grabbed the woman's arm and twisted, slamming her against the window. She was dreadfully weak but the glass still rattled in the frame. It probably hurt but she didn't care as she grabbed the woman's shirt and raised her into the air, struggling a little.

"I have just woken up from what I assume was a coma," she said slowly, the solar energy working to heal her swiftly, "I do not know how long I was unconscious but I do know that my son, my toddler son, is currently without me and I will not delay getting back to him for any longer than necessary. So, will you tell me what the date is or will I throw you out the window?"

The woman was shaking violently, terror etched across her face. She took a glance towards the open window and the roof two floors down like she was debating answering that. And then she spoke, almost shouted, "January thirtieth, twenty-fifteen!"

Lily dropped her, leaving the woman to scramble away and out the door. "Thirteen years," Lily whispered to herself. Pissed was one thing, but she was more worried than anything. Thirteen years without his parents. He wouldn't know her, James' friends barely knew her so they wouldn't be able to tell him stories about her. Andromeda, his godmother, knew her a little better and was interested in her business ventures, but she still knew very little about her past and only James had known about her alien status.

"Ma'am," a masculine voice said from behind her, his tone authoritative. "I'm going to need you to sit down and remain calm."

She turned again and glared at the man. A security guard in his fifties or sixties, a hand on his hip like he was ready to draw on her. A taser, not a gun. It would hurt in her current state but it definitely wouldn't incapacitate her like it would a human.

"Get the doctor," she growled out. "Now!"

The man drew and raised the taser, pointing it at her, "Sit down and calm down, now!"

As much as she wanted to throw him through a wall, she needed her ID and things and the hospital had to have those, so she obeyed. It, however, didn't stop the fire forming in her eyes or the scared look forming on the man's face as she prepared to incinerate him.

After a few minutes of tense silence, the man holstered his taser and stepped aside, allowing a doctor to enter the room. There was a long, annoying conversation where the doctor tried to keep her and run some tests but she declined everything and eventually got a set of clothes to replace the scrubs she wore and everything she had on her at the time she had been brought in. No identification to speak of, because she had been in her home at the time and hadn't been carrying anything like that on her person.

Because she had nothing, they agreed on payments over time, to begin at the start of May, giving her a little over a month to get her affairs in order. She left the hospital at roughly two in the afternoon, her brisk walk turning into a marathon-paced sprint, which turned into speed that would make the most expensive cars jealous and, as she kept soaking in solar radiation, she kept speeding up. After just fifteen minutes, she jumped into the air and started to fly. While unsteady, she had no other problems and she flew her way towards Godric's Hollow.

~Z~

Lily scowled as she noticed the condition her home was in. Ransacked, stripped apart and a complete mess, that was the only way to describe what was once the home of her family.

She kept the tears from her eyes as she explored the house, finding few of her things - the perverts took all of her clothes - but finding everything she needed. She slipped into the basement and, seeing the floor dusty but undamage, she breathed a sigh of relief. A quick scan with her eyes let her know her craft was still there, perfectly sealed into the stone. Of course no one would find it, it wasn't in a hidden room, it was more like a fossil, sealed into the stone foundation. Even James' magic couldn't find it and he had been the one that buried it.

With everything she needed, she left the house for the moment. She'd return, of course, but not any time soon. She needed to get to her son.

Harry spent thirteen years without either of his parents and, while Sirius and Remus could tell them stories about James, they knew next to nothing about her. His godmother, Andromeda, knew a little about her life as a 'muggle' but she didn't know that she was an alien and that her son was only half human.

Her biggest hope was that he hadn't developed abilities like she had. It had taken her close to a decade to learn how to block out her 'super-senses' to near-human levels, and it still wasn't perfect.

Her next stop was Diagon Alley, Gringotts to be exact. Though they could be rude, the Goblins would do just about anything for a price, and taking her to Hogwarts - her Harry showed signs of magic like his father, so of course he would be there - was a fairly simple task compared to what she could ask of them. There was a worry that they wouldn't recognize her but it was something she was willing to risk to find her son.

~Z~

Lily felt nauseous. Portkeys were not fun for a Kryptonian. Her greater sense of balance had been thrown for a loop at the sensation of being flipped, twisted, turned and pulled through a straw thousands of times and her superior perception of time only made it worse. She landed in an uncomfortable heap on a train station and laid there for a moment before she stood.

Much like how she got into Diagon Alley, the necklace James gave her allowed her to see the otherwise warded castle and her breath caught. He had undersold the beauty of it. While it was no Krypton with its crystalline structures, it was magnificent.

Unfortunately, she didn't know what Harry looked like or she would just scan the castle with her X-ray vision and find him that way. She did, however, remember Minerva from her wedding and her general body shape. If Minerva still worked at Hogwarts, she'd be fairly easy to find.

She flew around the castle for several moments in the fading light before spotting the witch she wanted to see, sitting at a desk. She flew up to one of the many windows that lined the room and tapped lightly. The witch gave a negligent wave of her wand without looking and the top window opened, too small for her to squeeze through without breaking anything. So she tapped again, harder and louder.

After a moment of knocking, Minerva turned to look at her, a disgruntled look on her face. Which was quickly replaced with shock as she offered a wave to the witch.

Minerva sat there, stock still for several minutes before she robotically waved her wand and the windows opened fully. Lily flew down and landed on the stone floor gently, a smile spread across her face.

"Minerva," Lily started. "It's good to see you. I haven't seen you since the wedding."

Minerva walked over to her, stopping slightly more than an arms length away. "Lily?" She whispered. "You're alive…?"

Lily gave her a nod, "I am. I've been in a coma for the last thirteen years. I've only woken up a little while ago." She explained her situation quickly, having learned a few things about magical trickery from James during their time together.

Minerva raised her wand, pointed off to the side, "May I? I want to use a few spells to check for spells or potions."

Lily bit her lip and nodded. She wanted to get to Harry as fast as possible and ensuring someone knew her identity and she wasn't some imposter was important for later on. She shivered as the spells washed over but the look on Minerva's face was relieving.

The older woman rushed forward a moment after the last spell washed over her, surprising her with a hug. "It's bloody good to see you," the witch said, her accent thick with emotion.

She returned the hug. Minerva was James' godmother and would've been the person who helped her husband obtain his transfiguration mastery had he not… She wiped the tears from her eyes. She hadn't really had a moment to process everything that happened.

"I'm sorry," Lily said as Minerva pulled back from the hug. "Just yesterday I was with my husband and son, I was going to go buy some candy for Harry since we couldn't celebrate Halloween while we were hiding. He wasn't even two. Now James is dead and my baby boy is fourteen."

Minerva held her again. She knew the pain of losing a husband and child and it had been agony for the longest time. Lily had been ripped from her family and she doubted if Lily actually knew if her son was alive. She could only thank Morgana that Harry was alive and doing… relatively well.

"He's doing well," Minerva said, rubbing the woman's back softly. "His grades are some of the best in the school's history, with the exception of Potions, and he's made close friends. He does, however, seem to be a worse trouble magnet than his father."

Lily pulled back and wiped her face on the sleeve of her arm. "Thank you." She huffed, "Rao, I must be a mess." She blinked as Minerva flicked her wand across the two of them and she felt her face get cleaned off and her shirt rippled slightly. "Thank you, again."

"Let me summon him and I'll tell you some of what's been happening since you've…" Minerva trailed off.

Lily nodded, fidgeting some as she sat down. She watched the wispy cat race off after Minerva spoke to it, slipping through the walls of the castle as if they weren't there. Unfortunately, it seemed it was invisible to the X-ray spectrum, so she couldn't watch it as it slipped through the castle. To her son.

~Z~

"I don't have a sister," Harry heard a voice say inside Professor McGonagall's classroom. "I was an only child, and adopted at that. I don't know any Petunia." That was… odd. But he pushed it out of his mind and knocked twice on the door before he peeked his head in.

"You called for me Pro-..." the word cut off as he noticed the woman that sat next to the aged witch. Straight, almost blood-red hair and brilliant green eyes that he saw everyday in a mirror. But it was her face that really caught his attention. He had only seen it in pictures, presents from a few of his parents' friends and a sizable collection from Sirius.

"Harry," the woman that looked like his mother said, a large amount of emotion in her voice. She moved fast, faster than he could - and that was really saying something considering he could easily outrun his Firebolt - and grabbed him, pulling him into a fierce hug. "Rao, Harry.

"You wouldn't remember me," she said softly, holding him to her chest. "I'm Lily, I'm… your mother."

Tears started to sting his eyes and his rage started to build. He was about to pull back and rage at her like he never had before but she spoke again. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you baby. I was in a coma. I just woke up and I swear to you, I came as soon as possible."

His rage died down instant and he slowly, robotically raised his arms up and hugged the woman back. Tears slipped from his eyes and his grip tightened. Despite that, he was careful not to squeeze too hard out of fear of breaking her. He was far too strong for his own good, as evidenced by his beating a mountain troll to death with its own club in his first year, shortly after he had been sent careening into a wall.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "I think," she started, "I'll let you miss classes tomorrow, Mister Potter. It's not every day one's parent comes back from being presumptively deceased. You're both welcome to my room for the night." After that, she squeezed past the two of them and left them alone.