Originally my fourth story but it's now my third story. It's a crossover so don't throw your shoe at me if its crappy...this is my first crossover. It's a crossover of Harry Potter, Superman and X-Men my three favorite hero's EVER he he well I do like Spiderman too but these three I love the best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Superman or X-men they belong to J.K Rowling, Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, and Stan Lee and Jack Kirby...though I would die just to own one of them well not die but I would still love to own one of them. And I don't own some of the quotes.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

Hurt by Nine Inch Nails

Chapter 1

August 24th, 6th year

Insomnia: the inability to fall asleep. That is what he had; he could never fall asleep. The only way he could fall asleep was when weakness took toll and he passed out. Harry Potter sat in his cellar, cold and distant; he was in the corner where he was curled up into a ball, staring at the window above him.

His eyes were blood shot red and he had black bags under them, he was so skinny you could count all his ribs and his throat was rough and dry. It had been thirteen months, 2 weeks and 4 days since he was sentenced to Azkaban, he had no clue how was able to count the days.

He shivered as two Dementors passed his cellar; they were the one reason why he had insomnia. He was so paranoid that they would come in his cell and start to slowly suck out his soul yet they were careful that they didn't for he didn't have the death penalty……yet. Very slight luck was on his side since he was only fifteen. If he was sentenced when he was seventeen he would have gone to the cellars lower underground where the Dementors come more often in you cellar.

As he looked up through the window he could see the bright stars and the moon in its beautiful Last Quarter shape. He had grown respect for the moon and the stars for they gave him light whereas his cell was completely dark except for the corner he was in.

He suddenly heard screaming, 'the beautiful sounds of torture' the wizard guards called it. He squeezed his eyes shut before he wearily moved his hands to cover his ears. He hated the sounds of other prisoners screaming, it made shivers go up his spine repeatedly. Finally it stopped; he let out a frightened sob as the Dementors again passed his cell.

'I wish Hermione could get me out of here!' he thought as he curled up into a smaller ball 'The only one who believes me'

He remembered everything that had happened the year he was sent to Azkaban, he remembered the Triwizard Tournament, everyone thinking he had put his name in the Goblet of Fire, the graveyard, the trial……everything. He even remembered the article in the Dailey Prophet regarding his trial:

March 11th

The Daily Prophet

THE BOY WHO LIVED A MURDERER?

Last nights final task of the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry shocks the magical community, Harry Potter was among four of the students that were participating for the cup. No more than 10 minutes into the task when two sparks appear in the sky. Later after that a dead Cedric Diggory had appeared. Also found on the scene was Harry Potter, whose wand was found to be the caster of 2 Unforgivable's: the Imperious curse and the Killing curse. Potter himself was found unconscious and drained of all magical energy. Potter's fate will be decided this afternoon in trial.

Sandy Brockovich

The looks the traitors had gave him during his trial was heart wrenching. He sat remembering the memory while looking out the window above him.

(HP)

Flashback to March 11th 1995 Fourth Year

He was screaming, screaming his lungs out that he was innocent. But of course the guards who are dragging him couldn't hear him since the silencing charm is on him. He struggled to break free not remembering his powers. They finally stopped once they reached a door.

One of the guards opened the door to the Wizengamot Chamber. As soon as the door opened he notice that Minister Fudge had a large grin on his face.

The guards had slammed him in a chair and wrapped heavy chain on his arm and legs. His eyes met Fudge the Minister of Magic as he started to shake with anxiety and anger. Fudge had this gleeful expression on his face; it was as if Christmas had come early for a 4 year old.

He looked at the people in front of him. There were about fifty or more. All as far as he could see, wearing plum-colored robes with elaborately worked silver 'W' on the left-handed side of the chest and all staring down their noses at him.

He looked to his left to find the Weasleys looking at him with hard cold stares that made shivers go up his spin. He eyes linked with Ron. He could see disappointment in his eyes mixed with anger and...Confusion!

His eyes turned to Mrs. Weasley. She looked hurt and really angry.

He gulped.

He then looked at Dumbledore; he looked very scary to Harry. The expression on his face was unreadable, there was no twinkle in his eyes and he looked as if he never slept.

He sighed.

He found it funny how easily it was for people to love him as the Boy-Who-Lived one moment and then spit upon him as a traitor the next. None save the young woman who loved him, and he love equally as much, believe in him innocent.

Then his eyes finally landed on the love of his life, Hermione. He looked into her eyes to find confusion and disbelieve. It looked as if she was trying to read him trying to see if he was innocent or not. Then her expression changed to unreadable.

She looked so beautiful standing there in her comfy clothes and with her hair messier the usual and her eyes...wait he eyes were red...was she crying, did Ron hurt her.

'I swear upon everything that's holy if Ron hurt her I w...' he thought but was cut off by Fudge

"Harry James Potter, you have been found guilty of using two unforgivable curses and murder. Due to your status as a minor you will not be administered the Dementor's Kiss." He stated.

"You will be transport to Azkaban Prison where you shall serve out your life sentence." A second Judge informed the fourteen year-old boy

"Well we will see what you friends think first to declare if you innocent or guilty" said Fudge "so who's first?"

Molly and Arthur Weasley came up first both giving Harry dirty looks.

"Well for starters..." started Mr. Weasley

Half and Hour Later...

Harry's eyes simply glared at the gathering of those who he once thought were his friends… his family. It had been extremely difficult and nauseating to watch as those closest to him testified against him. Each said roughly the same thing. They stated that he had changed since second year and that upon his return to Hogwarts he seemed darker, less noble. It was extremely difficult to hear those word's from his friends especially Ron, who Harry had refused to look at. But there was one lone voice that tried to sway the court, the one person who had not betrayed his trust, or his love. Harry's heart swelled as saw Hermione walk toward Fudge. His heart rates sped up as he only heard two words come out of her mouth.

"He's innocent" she said proudly as his heart soared with happiness.

"WHAT!" yelled Ron "Are you bloody mental, HE MURDERED CEDRIC DIGGORY!"

"No on I'm not mental" she said turning to Ron "You are Ronald, how could you think Harry would ever do such a thing" she said

"And how can you prove this Miss. Granger" said Fudge who was totally surprised.

"The look in his eye" she said "that look when he gave me before you started talking, I knew he was innocent. Harry would never do that just to win some stupid game. I know him better than anyone else in this room."

Harry had a tear rolling down his cheek but Hermione was crying hard now.

"I'm sorry Miss. Granger but that is clearly not enough to help clear his name now please step back.

"NO! I will not step back thank you very much but just because it seemed that Harry cast the Unforgivable from his wand doesn't mean that he conjured it anyway" She said really pissed off now instead of sad.

"Ms. Granger I think that will be enough" said Dumbledore "It's my turn"

"But..." she said but was cut off by him Dumbledore

"Ms. Granger, please?" he said

"FINE" she said angrily going back to stand with the Weasleys.

"So what do you have to say Albus?" said Fudge

"That he is innocent" said Hermione crossing her arms

"Silence" yelled Fudge as Dumbledore walked up to the jury.

"I have nothing to say only that we should have a vote" said Dumbledore

His jaw dropped along with Hermione's.

'WHAT! Everyone...except Hermione finds me guilty what the hell do think they are going to vote for' thought Harry his hatred toward the headmaster growing for all the lies he had told Harry

"Fine" said Fudge "For those who find Potter guilty of all charges raise you hand" he said as everyone's hand in the room raised their hand except Hermione. He looked at Dumbledore with shock.

'He thinks I'm guilty' Harry thought tears stinging his eyes

"And who thinks of him innocent" said Fudge as Hermione raised her hand.

"Fine, Albus the amulet" said Fudge as Dumbledore took an amulet that had a green rock attached to it had the shape of a diamond as Harry's eyes went wide before Fudge lifted the silencing charm off him

"You told them" said Harry in disbelief as Dumbledore handed the amulet to the guard who put it over Harry's head and cast a spell that made it smaller so Harry won't be able to take it off.

"I had to" he said as he went back to were he was standing before.

"I trusted you!" said Harry as he immediately began to feel weak; he sank in the chair as he went deathly pale and sweat started to pore down his forehead. He looked down at his lap with his eyes wide, he suddenly felt cold as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Do you have anything to say Potter?" Cornelius Fudge said with a grin on his face as Harry sat there "Oh come on Potter? I want to know what you have to say about this!"

Harry ignored him and sat there as the numbness started to sink in his body and mind

"Guards" said Fudge as one guards stalked up to Harry grabbed his hair and violently pulled his head back making him grunt; some of the Weasley's nodded in approval as Hermione gasped

"Speak!" yelled the guard in his ear

"ALRIGHT!" yelled Harry before he let go of Harry's hair; he glared at Fudge "you, minister, sicken the shit out of me!"

He then turned to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, how could you tell them? Mom and Dad trusted you not to tell anyone!"

"They did Harry but telling the Ministry about you weakness would help to restrain you" said Dumbledore as anger flashed in Harry's eye

"Restrain me! Ha! What so now you are afraid that I'm going to go on some horrid rampage?"

"I did not say that Harry!" said Dumbledore as Harry rolled his eyes "this is the only way to learn from your mistakes; you will learn your lesson in Azkaban"

"Yes, I'm sure" Harry sneered "with a beard like yours, I'm sure you keep all your ideas and plans for me to be some revenge driven hero in the future"

"Harry! How dare you insult Dumbledore!" said Mr. Weasley as Harry turned towards him with a quirky smile

"No Mr. Weasley…how dare you!" said Harry as his smile formed into a sneer "you were like an uncle to me; I thought you all were my friends"

"We were never your friends Potter" said Ron as Harry whipped his head toward him

"Oh really? Cause I thought you were my friends but you know maybe I was mistaken for your greed for popularity" said Harry as Ron's ears turned red; he stomped towards Harry and--BAM--he punched Harry in his jaw. Harry's head snapped to left as Hermione gasped again.

"Ron!" Hermione said as Ron shrugged looking at Hermione

"Serves him right" said Ron turning back to Harry to see him staring right at him dead in the eyes.

Harry gave Ron a toothy grin making him flinch slightly, "You know what moRon, if this necklace wasn't on me I would rip out your eyes, burn out all your hair, rip off every single finger and toe one at a time and then every limb at a time" said Harry as Ron looked at him in disgust

"Oh...and I can't forget Mr. Ronald Weasley Jr. down there" he gestured to Ron's lower body " If you know what I mean, I'd…let's see? Burn it off or cut it off, what do you prefer?"

"Your insane" said Ron as Harry shook his head

"Hey, I'm not the one whose betrayed my best friend" said Harry smirked "nor am I the one who hurts my friends feelings!"

"You've changed so much, I thought I knew you"" said Ron shaking his head as Harry craned his neck closer to Ron

"You never knew me and you never will! Although, you are the one I never knew, you have changed ever since the first year at Hogwarts. Since the moment that my name appeared from the Goblet of Fire, you had only worsened. " said Harry before he snickered "Who knows, you might be becoming the man you will be for the rest of your life; a low life readying yourself to hit rock bottom where you will stay there for the rest of your life begging God for redemption!"

"You have no clue how much I want to hit right now" said Ron quietly as Harry smirked

"I dare you" said Harry whispered as Ron nodded before--BAM--Harry's head snapped to his left again as Ron hit him; he chuckled before gathering all the blood in his mouth, whipped around and spat in Ron's face.

"Ugh!" said Ron as he whipped the blood off his face his ears and face just as red as the blood "you'll pay for that!"

He raised his fist to hit him again but Mr. Weasley interrupted him. "I think that's enough Ron" said Mr. Weasley as Ron hesitantly lowered his fist and walked back to his spot and folded is arms as Harry looked at him with anger

"Anything else to say?" asked Fudge who was starting to get slightly annoyed of Harry; Harry looked back at him

"Of course" he said before he turned towards Hermione seriousness etched on his features; he met Hermione's red eyes and felt a pounding in his heart. He really hated seeing her crying; he motioned for her to come closer to him "come here"

She slowly walked towards him sniffing crying with her head downcast; once she made it to him she looked up and hiccupped. He sighed as she tried to control herself.

"I will not say good bye Hermione, for this will not be the last time you will see me" he whispered to her so that no one else could hear; she covered up her mouth to contain her sobbing looking back down "look at me-" she raised her head and looked into his eyes as he smiled reassuringly to her "-good. One day, I'm going to get out of Azkaban and when the time is right I will come for you and save you from these wretched people. We'll...we'll fly away together on my Firebolt or Buckbeak or whatever, I promise you that Hermione. But we will give Hogwarts hell before we go, OK?"

She nodded vigorously as he smiled again at her "I'm going to miss you" she squeaked as he nodded

"I'm going to miss you too" he said as he sighed

"Are you finished?" asked Fudge rather bored as Harry nodded still looking Hermione "good, guards take him away from my sight"

The guard that had pulled Harry's hair pushed Hermione out of the way as the chains had released him from its bind before the guards grabbed onto his shirt and starting to drag Harry away.

"Harry! Don't hurt him!" said Hermione trying get near the guards and Harry but Ron caught hold of her

"I promise I will come Hermione!" yelled Harry as he tried to break free from the guards opening the door "I PROMISE!"

"HARRY!" yelled Hermione but the guards slammed the door while dragging Harry

End of Flashback

(HP)

That memory was one of the he had often because of the Dementors; they came every other day and sometimes they came on the day the guards usually came to beat the shit out of him. He was tortured everyday, he hated it; sometimes he would think that the Dementors would stay log enough to suck out his soul but they always left just as he could feel it being suck out if him. He was afraid, especially today; today was the day 'Stan' came to beat him up; Stan came ritually to his cell to beat up Harry just for the fun of it. He had a lot of bruises and cuts from the guards who came, he once got a concussion as the guard slammed his head on the concrete ground and mind you that wasn't on accident. He actually tried to fight them off once but that only led them to beating him up even more.

Although he still hated the Dementors more, they cause him to remember his worst memories just like the trial but the most vivid one was before he was put into his cell, no not his trial, this memory was set in Azkaban. When he arrived here the guards placed him into a room with lots of other guards, they put him on a chair and held him down as one of the guards said a spell and a white light phased through him and into his mind. The only thing he remembered after that was white hot pain and the feeling of his magical powers being blocked.

It brought confusion to him at first as to what they had down but after a while it had hit him; Dumbledore and the ministry didn't want him to have any magical powers no more. It made him angry that Dumbledore would allow that but he didn't care for Harry anymore.

He sighed as he fidgeted with his black clothes he was given in trade for his other clothes he went to trial with. All his stuff was taken from him, even his glasses and shoes! His vision was blurry as hell making him get headaches very often; it was murder.

The only reason he was still sane would be the fact that he knew that he was innocent and that he had made a promise to Hermione; he couldn't just forget about her, he was the only person he trusted and he had to keep his promise. The only problem was how he was going to escape; it never crossed his mind about how he was going to escape when he promised Hermione. It hurt him so much to think that Hermione was somewhere waiting for him to take her away.

But the other, different hurting came from Dumbledore; Harry couldn't believe that Dumbledore thought of him a murderer. Maybe he was right about Dumbledore wanting him to be some deranged, revenge driven hero. Maybe all the lies Dumbledore told him was to be so angry at Voldemort for making his life a hell. Lies, a funny word that could have so much meaning to it if you think about it. A manipulator is a liar just like Dumbledore; just thinking about him made Harry angry.

'That son of a bitch,' thought Harry angrily 'If could only wring his neck then he'd learned to respect peoples lives!'

He had ruined Harry's life! He's is the one making Harry into a deranged revenge driven hero out to get Dumbledore himself.

'That liar!' thought Harry as tears brimmed his eyes; It was all a lie...he was not even a Potter...not even human...well he was kind of.

(S)

Flashback to October 7th 1994

Harry walked up to the headmaster's office. He wondered what was so important that he had to come now he didn't want to miss the party all the Gryffindor's were having to celebrate his victory for the first task of the Tri-Wizard tournament .

He knocked before hearing a soft 'come in'

Harry opened the door to see Dumbledore looking through some sort of box.

"Ah Harry finally you're here I have something extremely important to tell you" said Dumbledore as Harry sat down in the chair in front of the desk.

"Lemon drop" asked Dumbledore

"Oh, no thank you" said Harry as he fiddled with a hem on his shirt.

"So let's get started" said Dumbledore "Harry, have you ever heard of a meteorite called Kryptonite"

"No professor" said Harry confused 'why is he asking me about a rock?' he thought to himself.

"Well Harry long ago there was a planet called Krypton. It had a Red sun which had exploded also causing Krypton to explode. Kryptonite which is green rock was produced from the material of Krypton, when it was destroyed in an explosion. Years later it had traveled through space and causing a meteor shower in America" said Dumbledore.

"And your telling me this because?" asked Harry still confused

"Harry, not only were there meteorites landing in the small town of Smallville in Kansas" said Dumbledore "There were also two ships as well"

"So you telling me an alien spacecraft landed in America?" asked Harry

"Yes"

"And what's this got to do for me" asked Harry more confused than ever

"Do you still wear that amulet you parents gave you Harry?" asked Dumbledore

"Of course professor" said Harry showing him the amulet that had a very tiny peace of green stone on it "I never take it off"

"Well can you take it off for a minute?" asked Dumbledore

"Ok" said Harry reluctantly taking the amulet of from around his neck and putting it on the desk.

"You see how it's glowing" he said as Harry nodded

"Do you know why" he asked

"No sir" said Harry rather surprised he didn't realized that it was glowing before.

"It is glowing because of you" said Dumbledore finally

"Wait...what, that can't be possible" said Harry in disbelief

"It is possible" said Dumbledore with a glint in his eye "though I think your parents should explain everything to you"

"But my parents are dead, unless there is a letter or something" said Harry

"Yes Harry your parents are dead but both of them have everything planned out for you so you could understand your true self" said Dumbledore handing Harry a key.

"What's this for" asked Harry eyeing they key.

"It's for a vault at Gringotts. Your family vault" said Dumbledore smiling at him.

"Oh" said Harry before his went wide with excitment "Can we go now, its Saturday anyways"

"Sure" said Dumbledore before taking out a quill. "I had a portkey waiting just in case"

Harry smiled as put a finger on the quill.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1" Dumbledore counted down

As soon as it hit one Harry felt a tug at his navel making him feel sick and before he knew it he landed on his back in front of Gringotts

"Shall we?" said Dumbledore as Harry got up following Dumbledore inside the large building.

They both walked up to a goblin.

"Welcome to Gringotts" said the goblin "how may I help you?"

"Harry would like to go to his family vault" said Dumbledore as the goblin nodded.

"And does Mr. Potter have his key" said the goblin as Dumbledore handed the key to the goblin

"Very well then follow me" said the goblin as he got up and started to walk towards the carts as Harry and Dumbledore and Harry followed him, all the while wondering what his parents wrote in his letter.

Harry, Dumbledore and the goblin climbed down the cart and stood on the platform. In front of them was an iron gate with P symbol and 2 lions on each side of it above the gate. The goblin instructed him to put his hand on the handle. There was a jolt when he touched it, and then the gate opened slowly. The goblin told him that there should be a jade table with drawers inside the vault where documents were put. The letter should be there. The goblin waited outside the vault.

"I'll be waiting here Harry" said Dumbledore putting a hand on his shoulder "call me if you need anything"

Harry just nodded as he entered the vault. As he entered his jaw practically dropped to see how much money he had. But Harry disregarded all the wealth around him. His mind was focused on the task of searching the table. He quickly found it since it wasn't hidden. A stack beside the table aroused his curiosity. He looked at it in wonder.

It didn't look like a magical artifact, because: one, it was too big, two he has never seen a metal artifact, three, it looked highly…technological. Infact it resembled a space ship he had seen in science fiction movie with Dudley a long time ago. Harry ran his fingers on the smooth surface of the cold metal. A diamond shape with a symbol like 8 or S was carved on the surface.

It looked…familiar. Harry couldn't place where he had seen it. He left it alone and went back to search the letter. The first drawer contained a pensieve while the 2nd drawers were full of investment lists. He found the letter in the fourth drawer.

Written neatly on the envelope was his name. Harry opened the envelope carefully, not wanting to damage his parents' letter. There was one letter in the envelope and a piece of smooth and thin metal that took the shape of a hexagon. He unfolded the letter and read.

Dear son,

My son we have something to tell you. A secret that none but us, your parents Dumbledore, and my sister know about, not your grandparents and not even Sirius knew it. We'd like to tell you ourselves, but as you know it couldn't happen because we must be dead by now. At first we would of liked to keep the secret to our grave, but we thought that it was important for you to know. (Harry frowned, wondering just what was the secret, that was so important, that no one knew about it except his parents, Dumbledore, and Petunia of all people).

In the summer of 1980 in America, both I and your father were on a year-long vacation to America so James could help train and give his knowledge on the war against Voldemort to American aurors in Metropolis. We were in a small town called Smallville in Kansas when suddenly there was a meteor shower. James did his best to stay away from the falling meteors, but it was in vain and he crashed the car. James was flung out of the car while it tipped over and I was stuck underneath. James did his best to get the door open but it wouldn't budge. Just then a boy of 1 crawled over to the door and pulled it off as if it was nothing! James and I were completely shocked; the baby seemed to have incredible strength. After the initial shock we found a small ship the boy crawled back to and decided to investigate and try to figure out just where this boy had come from.

The problem was…that the boy wasn't human ("WHAT!").There was a ball inside the ship and it had hologram—you know what it is, don't you? It activated when the boy touched the ball. According to the man in hologram, his name was Jor-El and the boy was his son Zor-El. They were from the planet Krypton. Indeed he was an alien baby. It was hard to swallow that there was actually life in other galaxies, but it seemed to be the truth. Jor-El sent his two sons; Kal-El (4) and Zor-El (1) to Earth because humans have the same physic as his people so they could blend in. We didn't know where Kal-El was, since apparently he used different ship. It didn't matter though. Alien or not, we wanted to take care of the little boy. There were also green and red stones that came with the ship. We kept it inside the 2 boxes in the 5th drawer for a rememberance.

Son, if you have not already guessed, you were the boy we found in Smallville. You were as normal as a muggle baby; in fact you looked exactly like James, the black messy hair, the smile, everything except for the eyes. Whilst James eyes are hazel your eyes were sapphire blue. We wanted you so badly that we decided to perform a magical adoption ritual on you. In case you don't know, a magical adoption is when a potion is brewed that consists of a drop of both ours and your blood and once you take it, it will not only change the person's features, but it will also mean you will have our blood in your veins, you are still Kryptonian, but now you posses human qualities as well. Once everything was said and done, you looked even more like James and had his poor eyesight, but you had my eyes. Another thing we must inform you of is that the reason nobody beside Dumbledore and my sister knows of this is because we thought you would be in danger if anyone ever found out your abilities and where you came from, especially if Voldemort got wind of it, so I faked being pregnant by charming my stomach to look like I was, and we made sure nobody knew you were there during our time in America except for Dumbledore and my sister. Since we were in America for a year and a half and I claimed that I found out that I was pregnant soon after we arrived in America and after the incident nobody could tell what we did.

(Harry dropped on his knees, his body trembled in disbelief and shock)

We were anxious for weeks about you, wondering if you have the same magical capability like wizards and witches, so we thought it was okay. We put the tomes we researched inside this vault if you want to know more

You also still have you super strength and your other powers that you were capable of. Right before we had died we discovered that you were vulnerable to the green and red stones that we found on the ship. That made you become week and make you lose you powers and if around it for to long you could die. We also found out that the red stone seemed to have random affects on Kryptonians so James had started to work on carving one green stone into a very small one that would only make you lose your powers. I had attached it to a necklace after making it an amulet. We gave it to you because we didn't want anyone to get hurt while you grew up or scared of you.

We felt that you're old enough to understand our decision to perform this ritual and what it meant. We didn't know what this would make you, a combination between an alien and a wizard, but we hoped you could forgive us. We love you Harry as if you were really our own son. We thought that it was for the best for you Harry.

You're Parents,

James and Lily Potter

PS: if you want to see everything that had happened for yourself, you can search it in the pensive in 1st drawer.

Harry sat on the floor. His legs were still weak and he didn't think he could stand on them for some time. So, he wasn't even Harry James Potter. He wasn't even human...well he is kind of since he has the blood of humans in him. So he had powers but is blocked because of the amulet he was wearing.

Harry stood up. His eyes were transfixed on the space ship. This was the ship that brought him to Earth. Why did Jor-El send his sons to earth? And where was Kal-El? Harry placed the piece of metal in the slit. He waited for something to happen before the ship suddenly hissed and opened its lid. He caught his breath when he saw what was in it.

The space inside was fit only for a small kid, a baby. This was most probably where he was placed in. It looked pretty comfortable. He noticed the ball that his adoptive mother mentioned on their letter. Harry took it and put it in a black never-ending bag. He packed everything that he would need.

"Professor?" he said coming out of the vault "I'm ready to go now"

Dumbledore eyed the bag before he nodded "Did you get everything you need?"

"Yes sir" said Harry getting into the cart.

"Alright then" said Dumbledore climbing in the cart with the goblin before the cart started to zoom back. Once there Harry Dumbledore and the goblin climbed out the cart.

"Thank you very much" said Dumbledore as he and Harry went outside and portkeyed back to Hogwarts. Once there Dumbledore let Harry go back to the common room. When Harry entered the common room, it was empty.

'Seems like everyone went to sleep' Harry thought to himself as he walked up to the boys dorm room.

As Harry took a bath and changed he wondered who he was, and why he was brought here to earth. Once he finished, he took out the hologram in his bag, closed the drapes around his bed, and put a silencing charm on it. Harry started at the hologram before it started to glow, revealing an Earth globe before it was changed into a red planet. He suddenly got information sent to his brain.

This was planet Krypton. It had exploded. Jor-El and his wife, Lara, who weren't able to convince the other Kryptonians of the danger, sent their sons to Earth. First, they sent their eldest; Kal-El, to Earth. Then it seemed that Krypton had enough time before it exploded for Kal-El and Lana to build another ship for their youngest son, me (Zor-El). It appeared a week later I was sent down to earth. Before Jor-El and Lara had time to build another ship, the planet exploded. They died with all the other Kryptonians.

Harry's eyes were brimmed with tears. He wasn't abandoned after all. His parents died to protect him, just like James and Lily protected him to. But where the hell was Kal-El? The drapes began to become dark and millions of tiny small white spats. It looked like space. Just then a hologram appeared above the globe.

"My son, Zor -El," the one who must be Jor-El said. Tears started to stinging his eyes has he saw his biological father; he looked rather old, just above his 40's. He had white hair and his eyes were pure sapphire blue.

"You may not remember me but I am your father Jor-El" said his father "I am one of the greatest scientist Krypton ever had."

"I see" said Harry

"I do believe you have many questions, am I right?" asked Jor-El

"Yes I do" said Harry

"So my son, speak."

"Who am I?" said Harry curiously.

"Your name is Zor-El. You are one of the only survivors of the planet Krypton. Even though you've been raised as a human, you are not one of them. You have great powers, only some of which you have as yet discovered." Said Jor-El

"Why have I been brought here to Earth?" asked Harry as he let go of the globe that had started to levitate in the air

"I have brought you here so you could live a life and the that you need to fulfill your destiny on Earth." said Jor-El

Harry just stared at him.

"My destiny, I have had enough of destiny! Besides I already have one, I don't know why though I' m not even human" said Harry

"You are partly human and have been around them for sixteen years" said Jor-El.

Harry was starting to get pissed off "Great an even better reason for people to call me a freak!" said Harry.

"You're most definitely NOT a freak!" Jor-El said. "You're still my son, and you should be proud that you are Kryptonian."

Harry calmed down, "Fine, what is this destiny you're talking about that I could add to my list" the young man said.

"You're destined to save this planet-."

"Old news, I'm already destined to do that sorry" the wizard said. Why was it always him who got the bad luck of receiving this kind of destiny?

"-by conquering the Earthlings" said Jor-El.

"By what?" Harry asked incredulously.

"By conquering the Earthlings." The Kryptonian scientist repeated

"Are you crazy or something? Or is this a joke?" Harry asked blandly.

"I'm not crazy and neither is it a joke." Zor-El's father said patiently.

"Yes, I'm sure," Harry said sarcastically. "Whatever. I don't care about it. This planet isn't worth the trouble and how can I conquer it anyway?"

"You have the power to, just like your brother" said Jor-El, as if this should already be known.

"Magic isn't part of my power I'm sure, except if aliens have magic too. And even if I have magic, I doubt it will work. My enemy, the one who has more magical power and experience than me can't even conquer a country."

"You sure you don't have other power aside from this…magic?" Jor-El appeared to be confused by the revelation.

"I don't know. My adoptive parents made me this amulet made out of kryptonite so I not able to use my powers" said Harry

"That's strange…"

"No stranger than having a scar on your forehead." Harry muttered feeling quite annoyed. "But I still wouldn't want to conquer Earth even if I can."

"Then, you have to help your brother, Kal-El."

"Listen," Harry said exasperatedly. "How can conquering Earth mean saving the Earthlings?"

"The Earthlings are in the process of destroying themselves. You must guide them from that destruction."

"Yeah right." Harry rolled his eyes." Does Kal-El know his heritage? And do you know where he is?"

"Yes he does know of his heritage. Though, I don't know his location. Does this mean you agree to conquer Earth?"

"No bloody way. Anything you want to add before I deactivate you?" The Boy-Who-Lived growled in annoyance.

"Yes. When you deactivate me you will fall into a deep sleep.When you awake you will know everything about Krypton's language, civilization, science, and culture. You have to know about your heritage." Said Jor-El. "Also, when you wake up, you must find Kal-El. Promise me."

"Fine" said Harry.

"Before you deactivate me, you should live as one of them Zor-El, to discover where your strength and your power are needed. Always hold in your heart the pride of your special heritage. They can be a great people, Zor-El if they wish to be. They only lack the light to know the way. For this reason, above all, their capacity for good I have sent them you…my youngest son" said Jor-El before Harry dropped the hologram before his head began to hurt. It felt like someone was trying to shove a book into his brain. Instantly the pain stopped as if it were never there.

He sighed in relief. "That wasn't so bad."

As usual he spoke too soon. Information exploded behind his eyelids. . A civilization that was 10,000 years old entire knowledge was being stored in his mind. It was too much information...way too much information than he could take at once.

Finally it had stopped as he passed out on his bed

(A/N: I just had to use that speech its one of my favorites)

(HP)

A ray of sunlight hit Harry's sleeping face. He snapped his eyes open and sat up in his bed. "Now that was one weird dream," he said to no one.

He was lying sprawled out on his bed with his sheets kicked to the floor. He frowned and swatted at the light that touched his face disturbing his sleep. Finding it inevitable to escape the light he opened his eyes.

His drapes seemed to be halfway closed.

'No wonder about the damn sunlight' he thought sitting up.

He got out of bed and looked around. He felt different. Not a bad different just different. It was almost like he was using only a small part of his body before. Now it felt as if he was in tune with much more of his self. In other words he was more aware of his body and what he could do.

He sleepily walked over to the closed bathroom door. He twisted the doorknob and pulled on the door. In his haze Harry recognized the sound of something tearing apart. His eyes widened as he realized what the sound was.

In his hand he held the doorknob along with the door. But the door had come completely unattached from its fixing on the wall. "Merlin," Harry whispered shocked, looking at the door that he held in his hand.

Experimenting a little he waved the door around testing it. The door, which should be heavier, was lighter than a feather. 'I guess my powers have kicked in.'

'Wait...my powers?' thought Harry as he placed the door against the wall and turned around to face the room that still had three other boys sleeping.

Harry walked over to his bed and saw an amulet that was emerald green and in the shape of a diamond on his desk.

"Kryptonite"

End of Flashback

(S)

Tears came to Harry's eyes as he remembered that thought. He wasn't human; he wasn't even a Potter...

'Wait yes I am a Potter I'm a wizard so I have the blood of my parents running through my veins. So I'm half human half Kryptonian, but that still makes me an alien but what was he holding on for? Why didn't he submit to the insanity like everyone else? It wasn't like he was going to escape this place. And even if he did, he would be alone. There was nothing left for him anywhere' thought Harry before remembering Hermione 'But then again there is Hermione and I made a promise to her'

He was brought out of his thoughts with the sound of footsteps.

'Footsteps in Azkaban? Dementors don't have feet unless the guards...' his eyes went wide as his head snapped to his the iron door 'Stan!'

Through bars at the bottom of the iron door, a pair of legs emerged; Harry gulped, it was his daily torture time. He could hear locks clicking and then a loud squeak.

"Hello Potter!" said Stan walking in Harry's cell with a plate in his hands; he threw the plate on the floor making the little continents in it fall. Rats immediately from a hole in the corner of the cell rushed out to the plate started to munch on the little food. As you can see Stan obviously was not much of nice guy; he'd beat up a lot of the juvenile prisoners for unknown reasons. Harry was getting so sick of Stan beating him up, just like Dudley. Harry had thought of trying to run of the cell when it was opened but he could barely stand up.

"How've you been Potter? Did the Dementors treat your nice yesterday?" asked Stan as Harry ignored him and stared at the now empty plate full of bread crumbs; Stan, who was easily impatient walked over to Harry and grabbed his hair.

"If you don't speak Potter I'm going to punch your face in" threatened Stan as Harry sneered at him as if daring him to; Stan getting the point raised his fist and punched Harry in the nose. Harry dropped on his side as blood started to pore out his nose; Stan snickered before he kicked Harry in the stomach repeatedly.

"This…is…for…ignoring…me…you…runt!" said Stan kicking him after every word; Harry laid there as he clung on to his stomach in pain. It was as if his intestines were getting squashed like mashed potatoes "having fun Potter?"

Harry shook his head as Stan frowned, "No? Well, we're just going to have to fix that" said Stan before he grabbed Harry's hair again; Harry braced himself for the cruelty of Stan.

(HP)

It felt like forever but only minutes of torture that Harry had to endure; after minutes of countless punches and kicks Stan left Harry to his misery. He was in the middle of the dark cell, blood still leaking from his nose and now his mouth, he felt sore all over.

His body ached like hell but not as worse as other days; once Harry had a dislocated shoulder that felt like a thousand, no, million knives piercing his bone especially when he put the bone back into its socket. But other times a rib or two had fractured causing Harry to stay sitting constantly.

He whipped the blood from his nose and mouth with his sleeve before checking his nose; he put his hand on its tip and felt nothing but when he raised his fingers higher he felt a slight sting. It wasn't that bad. He crawled into dark corner, not wanting to be bothered by the moon light; he sighed as he curled up into a ball, his hands wrapped around his legs. Then suddenly a tear fell down his cheek.

'God I hate my life!' he thought as more tears started to fall 'I hate Dumbledore, I hate the Weasleys, I hate the ministry. In fact I hate the entire world for the pain it had brought me all those years growing up!'

He started to sob as he buried his head in his arms; he just wanted to die right there…even if that meant breaking Hermione's promise. Harry was sick of it all, he was sick of all the world's cruelty and wrongdoings. He finally stopped crying; he whipped the tears away before he stared at the darkness all around him; he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. More than a year he had been in here and he had never looked around his dingy cell; he was suddenly aware how dirty it was in his cell: a whiff of blood filled his nostrils making his lip curl, there was rat droppings in a far corner of the cell, dry and fresh blood scattered on the floor, and there was mold on the walls and ceilings of the cell.

Then he felt a cold brush of wind up him arm making him shiver; he looked at the window with a frown before curling up into a smaller ball if that were physically possible. With one more look at his cell he felt a pang of fear; he wasn't going to make it out of there, he knew it. He suddenly didn't want to die anymore, he wanted to live and start life all over again with out no Dumbledore and no Voldemort.

He closed his eye praying to be saved. 'God, please save me from this hell hole' he pleaded silently. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear the footsteps of Stan and his saviors. With his eyes still closed praying that someone could save him, he didn't hear the sounds of voices and then the sudden stop of footsteps.

There was clicking but he didn't hear it, there was the squeaking sound of the door but he didn't hear it, there was a gasp but he didn't hear it, then there was voices again but he didn't hear it.

"Harry?" quivered the voice of a female but……he didn't hear it

"No point in even trying" said the voice of Stan "the kid just got the shit beaten out of him, I doubt he ain't gonna speak less of all to you two. Besides that runt over there hasn't said a word since he got here"

"Don't worry" said the female again with a hint of anger in her voice "we'll handle it"

Harry then started listening in on the conversation but he still wouldn't open his eyes for the fear of seeing who was there. There were footsteps again and then some sniffing noises. "Is that blood?" said a male voice

Confusion crossed Harry's mind as of who was here to visit him; it would never be Ron, and definitely not Dumbledore.

"Oh God!" said the female voice as he let out a sob "Harry! Please open your eyes, please"

'Why should I? You are too late! I barley have any sanity left in me!' thought Harry as he put his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes closed as he started to shake like mad 'You are too late!'

'No we are not!' said a female voice in his head making him stop shaking

'What?' he thought as he felt a soft hand enter his mind and eased his fear

'We are not late to save you, Harry Potter!' said the female voice again in his mind as let go of his ears 'Yes good, now open your eyes'

He hesitated; he was afraid as to who he might see. Hermione or dare he say it, Ginny.

'Please' said the voice again as he slowly opened his eyes to see the most brilliant emerald green eyes and fiery red hair he had ever seen; the woman had worry etched on her features, she looked like she was about to cry.

"Hello Harry" she said as he looked at her with now wide eyes "My name is Jean Grey and the man behind me is Logan"

(X)

'I hate this place' said Jean Grey telepathically to her companion

'So?' replied Logan as Jean rolled her eyes; they had come to Azkaban to rescue Harry Potter the boy who was thought to be a murderer. They entered the Auror staff room with their guide ahead of them; they immediately saw a bunch of not so nice looking men and just two woman. All of the Aurors looked at Jean and Logan wondering who they would be visiting. Their guide led them through a door that said 'Head Auror' in big black letters; when they entered they saw a man who seemed to be in his mid 40's; he had dirty blond hair that was graying and a moustache, a cigar was hanging loosely at the corner of his mouth puffing smoke as his feet was propped up on the desk in front of him that was piled with papers and files.

"Mr. Sir?" said the guide making Logan snigger before Jean elbowed him in the guts; the man lowered his feet from the desk looking at Logan with a wary look before puffing a large amount of smoke.

"What can I do for y'all?" said the man with a slight southern accent

"We're here to visit someone" said Jean as Logan tried to contain his laughter at 'Mr. Sir's' accent; the man nodded before rummaging through the files and paper on the desk.

"And who would you like to see?" asked Mr. Sir as Jean hesitated for a second but replied

"Harry Potter"

Mr. Sir looked up from his searching with wide eyes, "That little runt, ha, it's about time! Not that I care or anything but the kid has never had a visitor so I'm quite surprised" said Mr. Sir as Jean and Logan frowned.

"No one?" asked Logan as the man shook his head before going back to his little search on his desk

"Nope, it serves him right though" said Mr. Sir as Jean's frown deepened

"Why?" asked Jean as the man chuckled

"Because he is a killing little bastard" said Mr. Sir as anger boiled in Jean's and Logan's veins "If I were the ministry I would give the kid the death penalty or even send him lower down in the dungeons!"

"Mr. Sir as much as interesting as this conversation is we really need to go see that kid now since we have stuff to do later" said Logan as the man finally picked up a piece of paper that looked years old; it had a brown color to it and some parts of the end were ripped.

"You mean this morning" said Mr. Sir before passing the piece of paper to the guide "Jones, take these two to cell 1927"

Just then the door swung open; everyone turned to the door to see a man in his early 30's walk in the room, he had a beard and blond hair, he wasn't that very tall and he was slightly chubby

"Ah, Stan! Just the man I need" said Mir. Sir before as Logan sniggered again

'What the hell kind of names do these people have?' thought Logan shaking his head

'God knows' replied Jean

"Stan here has been down to Harry's cell a few times, he will lead the way; Stan show the way" said Mr. Sir as Stan nodded before heading back to the door

"Follow me" he said as Jean and Logan followed him out the room, staff room and into the cramped concrete hall.

'Try to remember the path Logan' thought Jean as Logan nodded; Stan started to lead them down the passages, there were many turns and zig zags. A few times Dementors passed by them always giving Jean shivers down her spine. It was a quiet walk that was until Logan broke the ice.

'So who is going to speak to him first?' thought Logan

'Me' thought Jean as Logan looked at her incredulously; luckily Stan was in front of them so he could not see that they were having a silent conversation.

'Why you? I'm the one with the experience Jeannie!' thought Logan as Jean shook her head

'Let me do it Logan' thought Jean as Logan growled softly 'you will scare the living daylights out of him'

'As if those floating things didn't already' snapped Logan as they started to head down some steps

'Whatever, you here to carry him, he'll be to weak to run' thought Jean before sighing before tears brimming her eyes 'Logan it's been months since Harry has seen someone that actually cares for him; I haven't seen Harry in years. Please let me talk to him first"

'Alright Jean' thought Logan before whipping a tear away 'just don't cry; I hate it when you cry'

'Thank you Logan' said Jean smiling at him as he took her hand before Stan broke them away from there conversation.

"We're almost there" he called from the front; they continued to walk passing by iron doors with numbers on them, Jean and Logan could hear the sounds of screaming and moaning from the prisoners. Finally after a few twists and turns they made it to an iron door with the number 1927 on it.

"Here we are, cell number 1927; Harry Potter" said Stan before taking out his wand, pointed it to a small hole in the door, and made a few waves with his wand before there was clicking. He was about to open the door but he stopped and held out his hand towards Jean and Logan

"What?" asked Logan impatiently

"Your wands" said Stan smirking "no wizard or witch may be aloud in a prisoner's cell with a wand"

Logan looked at Jean with a cocked eye brow; Jean looked skeptical but she took out her wand from her back pocket and handed it over to Stan.

"Thank you" he said before snatching the wand away and putting it in his pocket

"Now can you please open the door" said Jean she herself getting impatient as Stan nodded before he opened the door with a squeak; once the door was opened a bright light flooded the dark cell and illuminated a small boy curled up in a ball in the corner of his cell.

Jean gasped loudly as she looked at the boy; tears brimmed her eyes as she looked at him, he looked so small. "Harry?" said Jean her voice quivering

"No point in even trying" said Stan snickering "the kid just got the shit beaten out of him, I doubt he ain't gonna speak less of all to you two. Besides that runt over there hasn't said a word since he got here"

Instead of sad tears, angry tears brimmed her eyes "Don't worry" said the Jean with a hint of anger in her voice as she looked at Stan with disgust "we'll handle it"

Stan nodded before he let them go in and then stood beside the iron door; when Jean entered the cell she felt a shiver go up her spine. She stared at Harry with worried eyes, he looked so scared; his eyes were closed, his hands were wrapped around his legs. With all the baggy black clothes he had on, Jean and Logan couldn't tell if he was deadly skinny or healthy looking.

Then suddenly, a smell went up their nostrils "Is that blood?" said Logan sniffing the air before he and Jean looked at the floor to see small puddles of blood

"Oh God!" said Jean as they heard a sob their attention turned towards Harry; Jean rushed over to him and bent down on her knees in front of Harry "Harry! Please open your eyes, please"

'Why should I? You are too late! I barley have any sanity left in me!' she heard him say in his mind before putting his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes tighter before he started to shake like mad 'You are too late!'

'No we are not!' said Jean in his mind making him stop shaking

'What?' she heard as she entered his mind, grabbed onto his fears and eased them.

'We are not late to save you, Harry Potter!' she said; they waited for a second before his hands started to move away from his ears 'Yes good, now open your eyes'

She could see him hesitate before she gave one last plead, 'Please' she begged before he finally opened his eyes slowly. When they were finally open Jean could see how dark those green eyes were; tears again brimmed her eyes. She finally got a good look at him and by the looks of his hollow-looking face, he wasn't getting much food; his cheeks was sunken in, his eyes were blood shot red, he had dark rings around his eyes, his hair was long (up to his shoulder), his lips were chapped and his mouth and below his nose was blood stained.

"Hello Harry" she said trembling as he looked at her with now wide eyes "My name is Jean Grey and the man behind me is Logan"

(X)

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing; the woman in front of him looked exactly like his mother. The same eyes, the same hair, the same round shaped face…..everything.

"Harry?" said the man whose name was Logan; Harry looked up at him to meet fierce brown eyes which looked like it belonged to a wolf. The man had dark brown spiky hair and beard.

"Harry please say something" said Jean as Harry looked back at her; he reached his bony hand up and touched her red hair before she grabbed his hand and looked at them with wide eyes "I can see your bones! They haven't been feeding you properly have they?"

"You--you look so mu-much like my m-mom" He exclaimed, his voice raspy from not using it for so long.

She gave him a small smile "Of course I look like your mother but I'll explain that later."

Harry frowned before curiosity took hold of him "Who are you two and why are you here?" he asked wincing as his throat burned; as he raised his hand and rubbed his throat he caught something in the pair of strangers faces. Pity, he despised pity, it was the last thing he ever wanted but right now he couldn't care less if someone pitied him.

"We already told you who we are" said Logan as Harry frowned realizing they already told him

"Oh right" he said sheepishly before glaring into Jean's emerald green eyes that resembled his mothers and his eyes so much "but then why are you here? I don't even know you two!"

"We came here to save you Harry" said Jean softly as Harry raised an eye brow before she turned to look at Logan who nodded. Harry saw him walk out the cell and then he heard faint voices.

"So he gets beaten?" Logan asked Stan who was guarding the cell

"Yup every other day" said Stan before he heard a soft growl "and on the other days he gets tortured by Dementors"

"You mean those floating things?" asked Logan

"Yup" said Stan chuckling "son of a bitch deserves it; I can't imagine what he did to that other kid, he must have been scared so bad that he had bats flying out of his ears!"

Harry then heard laughing as Jean rolled her eyes with a soft growl, "And that kid says that he-who-must-not-be-named is back, ha ha ha, yeah when all those mudbloods will die then I'll believe that-" snikt "-Whoa! What the bloody hell is that?"

"Logan! He said knock out, not kill!" said Jean in the cell as Harry looked at her confused

"Who gives a shit? He insulted you" called Logan as Harry's eyes went wide before he saw a slight bright light and then he heard a loud alarm go off. Suddenly something heavy fell on the floor in his cell with a sickening thump; Jean groaned as Harry noticed it was Stan who was bleeding from his stomach "Logan, he told you to not kill anyone!'

"Oh well" said Logan as he walked in the cell before bending down at Stan and reached down at his pocket and took out what looked like to be a wand and handed it to Jean; Harry's eyes went wider if that were possible.

"You killed him" said Harry softly as Jean and Logan turned towards him "serves him right"

"Yeah and there will be more killings if you won't come with us now" said Logan reaching his hand down at Harry who just stared at it

"Why should I come with you two" said Harry turning away from them "you two are a wizard and a witch"

"He's not a wizard' asked Jean as Harry sneered looking at the green eyed woman "and besides, so what if I'm a witch?"

"I hate wizards and witches" he said as Jean noticed pure hatred in his eyes "I want nothing to do with them. They all betrayed me, their so called savior of the magical world or even the boy-who-killed!"

"Oh, so you think we don't believe you!" said Logan folding his arms across his chest "well sorry to break it to you kid; we do believe you!"

"That's right! We came here to save you because we believe that you Harry Potter are innocent, and we know that there are others who are just as aware of your innocence as I am. They are willing to give you your freedom" said female.

They female gave a great sigh when she saw the disbelief in his features, "Who thinks I'm innocent?" asked Harry

"The man who told us about you is our leader, kind of like Dumbledore only less manipulative. He is a muggle but he holds great power just like you; he said that you hold powers that is dangerous, that's if you can't control it" she said as she noticed him scrunch up his face

"I bet you won't imagine my shock when he asked me if I could help him locate you! Harry Potter! I was already planning myself to get you out of here but with the help of him, I knew things were going to work out well. I told him why you were held here a prisoner and then he told me that your mind was clean and you had not committed any crime what so ever. So we came here to help you get out." she said as he looked down at his bony hands "but right now the only thing standing in our way is this labyrinth we are in and your choice. Our priority is to get you out of here and all our work would be useless if you disagree"

Harry had to admit, excitement was starting to brew inside him; there were other people who believed him other than himself and Hermione.

"It's your choice Harry, you can thank all of us for getting you out of this disgusting place, get you clean, buy you some new clothes, help on your feet and pass you a ticket to the down under to start a new life as James Evans or you can stay with us and learn to control you abilities" said Logan as Harry looked up at him "If you don't want to come with us you can stay and rot here until you die"

"But, I've already have control over my abilities" said Harry as Logan cocked an eye brow. It was true after Harry discovered his past he quickly learned by the help of Jor-El. The only power he was sill to get was his ability to fly, heat vision and super speed.

"Not those powers Harry" said the woman "Harry are you familiar with the term mutants?"

Harry frowned. 'Mutant's, like from the movies that Dudley used to love?' he thought as Jean gave a small chuckle.

"Not exactly, no. Mutants are very real, and not as they are portrayed in film. Nor as they are portrayed in the media either. Mutants, as they are commonly called, are people who possess what is call the 'X' gene. This piece of their DNA gives them a gift. Power that separates mutant's from the rest of the human race. All mutants are different, with unique abilities. For example I am a telepathic and telekinetic, which I have the ability to see inside others minds, and speak to them telepathically and I can move things around.

'No wonder she can read my mind' thought Harry as she smiled but his head was swimming. He somewhat remembered hearing his Aunt yelling about more freaks on the television, but he had passed it off as wizards that had been caught on tape. And mutants would definitely count as freaks in her opinion. But he wasn't a mutant, nor was he a wizard.

He was stripped of his magical abilities when he had reached Azkaban.

These people obviously thought that his Kryptonian abilities were his mutant ability. He sighed, disappointed, and as he had for one precious moment thought that he might have belonged somewhere.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm no mutant."

She gave a soft smile and asked, "And why is that, Harry?"

"What ever powers you may think I have, they're not because of my genes"

"Ah, we see," stated Logan smirking "So you believe that because you are a Kryptonian and a wizard that your powers are not separate from your mutant abilities?"

"No I ju- What? Yo- you know about Krypton? Ho-"

The duo chuckled "All in due time Harry we will explain everything else" said Jean

"OK" said Harry as he closed his eyes wearily; even with insomnia he felt exhausted

"So Harry" said the woman "what is it going to be?"

He sighed, he didn't want to stay, that was obvious. And he knew that if he did stay, he would die here soon.

"We'll leave you to think" said Jean before she stood up

'But I don't know anything about these people,' he thought as he Logan went out the cell to check the dim hall and Jean looked up out the window 'Who am I to trust them? As soon as they have me they will try to use me!'

After a few minutes of thinking Jean walked back over to him; she crouched down to face him. She looked so much like his mother, the same eyes, hair and smile. But her eyes showed sadness and they were filled with tears.

"Are you crying?" he asked looking at her worried.

"That's not important right now" she said wiping her eyes. In fact it was, as Jean got another good look at Harry she thought that he was so skinny and pale. She could practically see his bones and that broke her heart.

"No matter what Harry I will help you Harry become back healthy and help you clear your name, you don't deserve being down here when you have so much in life to look forward to" she said as Logan walked back in the cell "But right now, all that matters is if your coming with us or not."

"What's it going to be kid?" said Logan as he out stretched his hand for him to take "Time is running out; those Aurors will be down here soon. The walk here is just enough of an obstacle"

He looked up at Jean and was once again trapped by her eyes. 'Ok,' he thought to himself, 'If I stay here, I die. If we go with these then there is a lesser chance that I will die'

After he made his decision he let go of his bony knees, and extended a grimy hand to Logan who raised him up on his feet.

"We need to go now"

"Ok" he said as he turned to face the both adults before Logan let Harry jump on his back

"Alright, it shouldn't be much longer; Cyclop is waiting to blow up the wall so let's go quickly before the Dementors and guards come" said Jean

Harry was about to ask who Cyclops was but was quickly silenced as Jean grabbed Logan's hand pulled them out of the cell that he had spent the worst year of his life in.

As she led them down the dark passages of Azkaban prison at a near run, Logan tried to follow her with Harry on his back but stumbling every now and then at her brisk pace. It seemed that they've been running for so long that it wasn't until when Logan tripped and fell with Harry along with him.

Logan seemed to be catching his breath as Jean helped them both up before Harry heard something...footsteps.

"The Aurors are coming!" said Harry hearing the footsteps coming towards their direction becoming louder by the second.

Jean grabbed his arm, bringing him out of his panicked state for a moment.

"Logan get the Aurors" she said as he nodded then Jean started to run keeping her painful grip on his arm she pulled him through one of the corridors at a much faster pace. Harry could feel his legs and chest burn; he wanted to stop but he knew he couldn't. His legs and chest started to hurt even more. He could hear yelling and screaming; God knows what Logan was doing to those wizards but his curiosity grew even more as he heard a yell that sounded a lot like an animal. Soon enough, they came upon an iron door.

Harry sank to his knees gasping for breath. His vision was blurring, and he was very tired. Logan came from behind him and then lifted him up. He had gashes all over him and Harry could see they were healing rapidly.

"Alright move back from the door" said Logan moving back as a large explosion erupted causing the Iron door to fly backwards.

Logan put one of Harry's arms around his neck as they followed Logan out the door less wall.

The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was the briny fishy smell that came with the harbor. He looked over to where the sea crashed up against the rocks of the island. He was outside!

It was morning now, the moon that had lighted his cell before was gone and the discolored fog that surrounded him told him that it was very early in the morning. He could just see a red sun rising to his left through the thick fog; he had never seen anything more beautiful since more than 13 months ago. Azkaban never had sunlight...ever.

As Harry was being carried to an aircraft plane he saw a man that had brown hair and was wearing ruby red visors

'Must be Cyclops' Harry thought as he was pulled into the aircraft; he felt even weaker now as if he could pass out any minute

"Harry?" said a female voice "Harry, are you all right?"

Harry fell on the floor as he felt the aircraft starting up.

"Harry" the voice called again but everything went black.

Alright so I decided to change this chapter because it needed editing badly and for a personal reason too, so I hope you like this version much better than the other version.

Also if you didn't notice, Harry is named after Kara 'Zor-El'.