Naman's True One
"Chapter Six"

Harry came to gasping for breath as his lungs filled with oxygen for the first time since he'd died. "Oh god!" Harry moaned as he started coughing. A hand came up to his back, scaring him in his confused state. His body contorted in, and his hands went over his face for protection. Flashes of his uncle going through his vision. Oh god, not again. Not when he was hot and cold all over and his muscles ached. The hand was swiftly removed. Here it comes, he's pitching back for the punishment to start.

When nothing came he opened his eyes to stare at the sheets on the bed he was on. This wasn't his bed. That could only mean one thing. He'd been sold out again by his uncle to be used by his 'friends.' "No." Harry said as he crawled off the bed. He was too weak to do anything else, and his lungs hurt something fierce.

The cold floor made him shiver as it touched his hot clammy skin. Before he even made it all the way to the floor someone was grabbing him and hoisting him back on the bed. "No!" Harry yelled as loud as he could, kicking out as he did so. His feet hitting nothing but air.

Someone was holding him down in bed as he struggled. Without his glasses he couldn't see who it was, or if he'd been here before. "Please! Whatever you paid Uncle I can double it- triple it! I've got the money" Harry pleaded breathlessly. "Don't do it. . ." Harry said one last time before he passed out.

Joseph stared, dumbfounded as Harry passed out from under him as he was holding the struggling kid down. What was coming out of his feverish mouth was making him dread ever finding out what he'd been through. He didn't know what the kid thought was happening, but apparently his uncle had paid someone to do it before. That didn't speak of a good home life.

When Johnathon had called him, telling him the two kids were passed out in the kitchen on top of the broken table, he knew something had happened that wasn't supposed to. Johnathon said they had to take one of Clark's friends to the hospital right away for hypothermia, so he volunteered to go to the farm and check on the boys.

When he got there he found a blonde girl wrapped in a bundle of blankets on the couch, she was the one obviously suffering from hypothermia. Harry was on the floor on another bundle of blankets, looking deathly white. Clark on the other hand was only half way into the living room, half way out of the kitchen. Joseph guessed he must have been too heavy for his parents to bring him all the way into the living room.

After helping the Kent's get the girl into his car, they couldn't well take a truck for this, he set aside running diagnostic spells on the two boys.

Clark was first, since he was the closest to him. What he got was the boy seemed to be severely exhausted. Not unlike how he'd been before Harry had somehow miraculously found them. He still wondered how that had happened. Harry must have done something that required a load of energy. That was the only explanation he could think of.

Moving to the smaller teen he ran his hands over him, expecting him to be severely magically exhausted. That was the only guess he had. Only to run the spell twice more when he got a reading that made his pulse quicken. Harry had somehow died, but was still draining energy from Clark. Severely so.

Taking caution to the wind, he grabbed Harry and apparated to his house on the reservation. He did not want his hunch to be false and the Kent's came home to find Harry was dead from something the two had been trying to do.

He hoped he was right, and Harry's power was over death. Otherwise he didn't know what would happen to Clark with the bond broken. Clark seemed more invested in the bond as well. Harry seemed to be dragging his heals. Not something he had planned on, but the bond would eventually accommodate what was lacking. Forcing Harry's end of the bond to open. That was if the kid wasn't truly dead.

Placing him on the guest room bed, Joseph covered him up and put a monitoring spell on him to alert him if the boy came back to life. Apparating back to the Kent farm he set to work on situating Clark in his own room. Not half way in the middle of the kitchen, on the floor.

The next time Harry woke up he was severely confused as to what happened, and where he was. He tried looking for his glasses but they weren't anywhere next to him. He really wished he had listened to Hermione and gotten his eye's magically fixed with Snape's potion when he'd demanded he do it at the height of the war. Now the man was dead and he didn't know how to acquire it.

His chest hurt like a bitch, and it hurt to breathe. Maybe suffocating wasn't on the top of his most adequate ways to die list.

Before he could think much more on what had happened and what was new, the door to the room opened with a creak of the hinges. Rolling off the bed and into the other side, putting the bed in between him and the other person, Harry tried to see who it was. Giving up when all he could see was a brown blob.

Dropping half way into a fighter's stance, Harry felt his palms sweating in anxiety. Before he could force the feeling away watched as his hands exploded in a billow of black smoke. "No!" Harry yelled demanding the smoke to go away. He didn't need this distraction when he was facing his kidnapper.

The smoke didn't seem to want to listen, it just leached further up his arms. As he was too focused on his stupid arms, the person approached him. They didn't seem to want to get to close though, and the smoke had now reached his head. He couldn't hear anything but the empty echo's of the smoke rattling in his ears.

The person took one more step closer and Harry decided he'd take a chance. It was now or never. He disapparated and summoned the Elder Wand at the same time. Appearing directly behind the person. The apparation seemed to cancel out the smoke, but Harry didn't have time to ponder over that now. He grabbed the person's hair in the back of their head, and kicked their knees out from under them. They were now kneeling on the floor as Harry bent over them, wand sticking up into their jugular. "WHO are you, and what am I doing here!?" Harry asked the person. His anger boiling up like a wild snake. He was not going to be held a prison of war again. He was not the helpless 14 year old who'd been captured in the graveyard.

"You need to relax just a little. It's not what you thin-" Joseph started. Grimacing at the angle the boy had him in. He really didn't want to attack him, hoping to de-escalate whatever Harry thought was going on. For some reason the boy didn't even recognize him, and it was actually scaring him. Maybe he could try and get some information out of him. If he wasn't cursed in the face by a death powered, angry and surprisingly skilled teen. Wherever he'd had his training, they weren't pussy's.

He then remembered Harry wasn't able to hurt a Kawatche. Maybe this could work in his favor.

"Show me your left arm!" Harry demanded. Bringing him out of his thoughts.

Raising the requested appendage, Joseph couldn't help but think he was going to try and blast his arm off.

"The bottom of the forearm. I want to see it."

Turning his arm over for this odd request, Joseph waiting for what he was going to say next. He didn't have a long sleep shirt on, so the flesh of the arm could be seen.

"Just 'cause you're not marked, doesn't mean you not one of Voldemort's lackeys. Did Lucius send you?!"

"No. I don't know who that is." Joseph said in honesty. He'd heard of Voldemort before though. He was some powerful Dark Lord trying to take over the world. Who hadn't heard of him in the magical community. Why Harry thought he was one of his people he didn't know.

"Did Malfoy tell you who killed Voldemort?" Harry asked as he got right next to his ear. This kid was really good at intimidation.

"No." Joseph answered. He'd heard the man had been vanquished but in all honesty he didn't know who did it. He heard the man had used a horcrux. Those things were hard to destroy.

"Me." Harry said. That explained really nothing. Why would someone have a teenager destroy the worst Dark Lord since Grindewald. That seemed really hard to believe. "The next time you think it's a fun idea to kidnap The-Boy-Who-Lived, you better brush up on your current events." At this Harry shoved him to the ground and said; "Go tell Malfoy that Harry Potter is not the same weak-ass child he was the last time they decided to kidnap me. He'll remember how I got my revenge in the end." Before Harry said anything else, Joseph apparated to the front of his house. Hoping Harry would think he was a different person.

As he entered his house, he quietly snuck his way to the bedroom. Only to come face to face with Harry coming down the stairs. Quickly ducking around the corner, he waited for him to descend completely.

"Harry?" Joseph asked. Hoping he'd think it was someone here to help him.

"Who's there?!" Harry demanded as he cast a point me spell. His wand spun dully in his palm though. Shit. It was definitely time to get his eyes repaired.

"It's Joseph Willowbrook. I've come to bring you back to the Kent's."

He peaked around the corner and watched as Harry stared blankly in the direction of his voice. "Tell me something only Joseph knows."

"When I first met you, I accidentally threw you into a wall. You threatened to hex me, but couldn't." Joseph said simply.

"Where the bloody hell have you guys been?" Harry demanded. "You're gonna have to come to me, I can't see jack shit without my glasses."

Comprehension dawned on Joseph. That made complete sense of how this escalated so quickly. "Where did you lose your glasses?"

"I don't know, but I'd rather get back to Clark before the Death Eater's swarm this place. I really don't want to have to fight my way out blind."

Joseph decided that when he was done with this he had some reading to do about Voldemort and The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Stepping out from around the corner, he wasn't surprised to see Harry had his wand trained on him again. "It's just Joseph, Harry."

"How do I know you weren't listening in on our conversation? Decided now was the best time to grab me again?"

"It's not like that at all. You're super paranoid, it's beyond scary. Clark was unconscious when I left, the closer you two are the faster he'll wake up." Joseph said.

"I'll go with you, but if you turn out to be working for Lucius, you better know I have ownership of the Elder Wand. And it has signed permanent allegiance to me. If you try anything it'll be in your face faster than you can blink."

Not knowing what the Elder wand was, he agreed. Stepping closer to Harry he watched as the boy vanished his wand. Must be how he was able to do that. The Elder wand must be a special wand. Thinking back, that was the wand Harry had thrown at the wall. It hadn't gotten very far before it disappeared. He probably was not bluffing about the wand having permanent allegiance to him then. That would explain how it disappeared before hitting the wall.

Once he grabbed his arm, they both disapparated with a crack.

A.N. Review who you want Clark and Harry to face as their first villain. Looks like it's going to be Bizzaro if this keeps up. If you have any other option, let me know.