Dates of Birth:

Harry Potter - July 31, 1980

Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman - May 13, 1981

I'm going by the Smallville birth-date since I couldn't find any other references to Superman's birthday, and also because this one was surprisingly convenient for my plans with the story. The only change I made was to the year that Clark was born. He's supposed to be born 1987, but I felt that would be too much time in-between his and Harry's birth and arrivals to Earth.

Chapter 1: You're An Alien, Harry

Harry walked up to the headmaster's office, briefly wondering what could be so important that he had to miss the party all the Gryffindor's were having to celebrate his victory over the first task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Harry honestly didn't want to be in the competition, but binding magical contracts and all… Ugh…

Reaching the gargoyle statue, the stone creature leapt back at seeing him, revealing the spiral staircase up to the headmaster's office. Harry climbed the staircase in no time, knocking at the office's door before he heard a voice give him permission to enter.

Harry opened the door to see Dumbledore looking through an decorative oriental box that sat atop his headmaster's desk while Harry crossed the length of the office.

"Ah, Harry. I'm glad to see that you've arrived so promptly, my boy." Dumbledore said, taking a glance at the box as he produced what looked like a yellow cough-drop from it and held it up to Harry in offering, "Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"No thank you, sir." Harry declined as he stood in front of the desk nervously, not having any clue why he was called upon so suddenly. He appeared very nervous as well as Dumbledore glanced up at him and saw that the boy was fidgeting with the hem on his champion's robes.

"I think I'll make this quick, then, Harry." Dumbledore said rising from his desk and walking around it, "Your parents entrusted me with a bit of knowledge when they came to me for protection against Voldemort."

Harry felt a numbing cold grow in the pit of his stomach while thinking of all the good protection did his dead parents. Then that cold turned white hot as he thought of Peter Pettigrew, who was still somewhere out there in hiding.

He'd get that traitor if it was the last thing he did.

"Needless to say, that information has stayed secret to only myself and one other in the entire world since your parents' demise." Dumbledore said carefully, though seeing the pained look that crossed Harry's face, he pressed on, "That other person is your Godfather, who is, as you teens say, on the lamb; Sirius Black."

Harry felt his dark thoughts take a lighter turn at the mention of his Godfather. He wondered how Sirius was doing right at that moment.

"The information that I speak of was not to be known to you until you were a bit older, at least your 16th birthday, Harry." Dumbledore stated, peering over the rim of his glasses to impress upon Harry that he was trusting him with the information early. Harry could only imagine why, "However, being entered into his supremely dangerous tournament has changed things quite a bit, and I'd feel much safer if you had every legal advantage at your beck and call."

"Sir… What is this information?" Harry asked, not much liking Dumbledore's dodgy ways.

Dumbledore only chuckled as he walked over to Harry, talking the now equal heighten youth by the shoulder as they moved out of his office.

"Well, your parents wanted you to learn this two years from now, had they still been around, but I feel that with everything that has happened thus far, and with everything that may occur this year…" Dumbledore paused, glancing at Harry, who got the impression that he was to be extra careful with whatever he was about to be told and with the rest of the school year, "… that you should know this now. You have proven yourself capable in times of stress with your taking on the most dangerous of dragons."

"Professor." Harry said, still in the dark about whatever Dumbledore was going to tell him.

"It is rather late." Dumbledore said suddenly, "All students should be in their dormitories and the like. Take a walk with me out to the grounds, Harry."

Harry did as he was asked, walking with Dumbledore out of the castle and onto the grounds as the moon shone bright in the sky above.

"Tell me Harry, what do you think of life on other planets?" Dumbledore asked as Harry blinked in confusion, wondering where the sudden topic came from.

"I don't know, sir. I never gave it much thought." Harry said honestly as Dumbledore.

"Quite right, my boy. We never give such matters any true attention. However, long ago there was a planet called Krypton. It had a Red sun which had exploded, also causing Krypton to explode."

"Umm…" Harry trailed, now completely lost. Krypton? Planets? Red Suns? Exploding? What did any of that have to do with him?

"You see, Harry, there is a green rock called Kryptonite, which was produced from the material of Krypton when the planet was destroyed in an explosion. Years later pieces had had traveled through space, causing meteor showers on Earth, though primarily in America." Dumbledore said calmly, looking up at the stars as Harry did so as well.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but why are you telling me this?" Harry asked, still deeply confused.

"Harry, not only were those meteor shower in America, specifically the small town of Smallville in Kansas," Dumbledore said, gazing at Harry with bemusement in his tone, "But also here in Britain. Along were there, and please excuse my blatant language, rocks raining down from the skies, but also… three ships as well."

"Are you saying… that alien spacecrafts landed here? On Earth?" Harry asked, his head spinning at what Dumbledore was implying. It barking mad!

"Yes." Dumbledore said simply, not elaborating any further.

"I'm sorry, sir, but what does any of that got to do with me?" Harry asked, dreading what he knew in the back of his mind was the entire point of their conversation.

"Tell me Harry, where is the necklace your parents left to you?" Dumbledore asked, glancing at Harry before returning his gaze to the stars.

"My locket? I have it here." Harry said softly, reaching within his shirt and showing a golden locket. Harry opened it, showing a very small photo of his parents with his own baby self in their arms on one side, and on the other side was a tiny peace of green stone, "I got it from the goblins on my first trip to Gringotts along with a note. I never… I never take it off…"

"I'm sure that was what your parents said in their note." Dumbledore said, "Do you mind?" Dumbledore asked, holding out a hand as Harry very reluctantly handed over the locket from around his neck.

"It has a very beautiful glow, doesn't it?" Dumbledore asked as he held it up. In the cold night air, it was easy to see the green stone glowing while Dumbledore held it up in the palm of his pale hand, "Very peculiar, isn't it? That it would glow, I mean. No natural stone, gem, or jewel does so."

"Is it… ya know, some of the meteor you were talking about?" Harry asked, swallowing back the lump in his throat, "The ones from the exploded planet… Krypton, you said it was."

"Yes, Harry, I believe so." Dumbledore answered lightly as he and Harry stood on the cool grass of the Hogwarts grounds. Dumbledore lifted his gaze up from the gold locket to see Harry's confused and slightly terrified gaze on him, "Do you know why it glows like it does?"

"No, sir…" Harry said, never having truly questioned the glowing before in the many nights he had stayed up gazing at the locket with the only light being the glow from the green stone while he looked upon the small moving picture of his happy parents with infant him. rather surprised he didn't realized that it was glowing before.

"It glows because of you, my boy." Dumbledore answered softly as he and Harry's gaze met.

"Wh-What? Wait… Hu-… How is that possible? That can't be possible." Harry stammered out in disbelief.

"It is possible." Dumbledore said smoothly and calmly with a twinkle in his blue eyes, "Though, I think it best that your parents explain everything to you."

"But my parents are dead, sir." Harry said flatly, not wanting to get his hopes of for some magical way of getting them back. He had resolved last year while training to create his Patronus that his parents were dead and nothing would bring them back. Then, Harry quickly tacked on, "Unless there is a letter or something, sir." knowing that Dumbledore was not implying that his parents would actually rise from the dead.

Dumbledore gave Harry a searching look before sighing, still holding Harry's locket.

"Yes Harry, both your parents are dead. However, as you might have figured out from your first visit to Gringotts when you acquired this locket, they long since had their affairs in order should anything have happened to them like what came to past those 14 years ago. Those preparations include having planned out how you would come to understand who you truly are." Dumbledore said, handing Harry back his locket as well as a key.

"Sir, what is this for?" Harry asked as he placed his locket back around his neck and stuffed it deep into his shirt before eyeing they key in his palm.

"It is for a vault at Gringotts; your family vault, to be precise." Dumbledore said, smiling at Harry as Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "I trust that you can keep a close eye on that key, yes?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, sir. Thank you." Harry said quickly, glancing back down at the tiny gold key in his hand before he shoved it quickly into his pocket, "Umm… sir?"

"I suspect that you'd like to know more now, Harry." Dumbledore said more than asked, tilting his head slightly as Harry saw the twinkle in his eyes, "I also suspect that you've already figured out what this all has to do with you as well without my coming out and stating it plainly."

"Yes, sir…" Harry answered softly, though under the surface he was near bursting with a vague sense of excitement. What could his parents have left in another vault? Would there be more pictures? Perhaps even self-portraits of them so he could talk to them like the old Headmasters of Hogwarts in Dumbledore's office, "Can we go, sir?"

"I'm quite sure it can be arranged." Dumbledore said softly, taking out a pocket watch before giving it a quick glance, "Are you sure you would like to be out so late, Harry? I understand that there was a party in the Gryffindor dorm held in your honor."

"Sir," Harry began, grinning as he looked at Dumbledore, "I'd miss a hundred parties for something like this."

Dumbledore chuckled as he glanced across the grounds before offering his arm to Harry, "Then let us be off. Take my arm, Harry."

"Alright." Harry said, taking the offered arm.

"And a word to the wise, Harry," Dumbledore began, "You might want to take a deep breath and prepare for some discomfort. I don't believe you've ever Apparated before, and if so, then never over such a long distance."

"Apparate?" Harry echoed in confusion as Dumbledore simply nodded. Harry could see that whatever it was, it was going to happen soon, so he took in his deep breath and screwed his eyes shut tightly.

Then came the uncomfortable sensation, like he was being forced through a too tight rubber tube. Harry wasn't sure whether it had lasted hours or seconds, but when it was gone, he was glad none the less. The whole experience made him feel sick, hacking up whatever spit he had in his empty system as his gaze lifted from the ground to the towering marble white building of the Wizarding Bank of Gringotts.

"I confess myself impressed, Harry." Dumbledore said as he stood calmly at Harry's side, "Most people completely throw-up their first time Apparating."

"I've got nothing to throw-up, sir." Harry said, wiping the sides of his mouth with the inside of his sleeve.

"So it seems." Dumbledore said, amusement clear in his tone, "Shall we?" and with that, Harry stood to his feet and followed Dumbledore as they climbed the stairs inside the intimidating building of Gringotts.

Inside the building, the two wizards walked up politely to a goblin, who glanced up at seeing them and set aside the jewels he was looking over to help them.

"Welcome to Gringotts." the goblin said, "How may I help you?"

"Harry." Dumbledore said, gesturing for the boy to step forward. Harry blinked before doing so, figuring that Dumbledore would take the lead in it all while he simply followed along like a children with their grandparent.

"Umm… Good evening." Harry began awkwardly while trying to be polite, "Umm… I'd like to see my family vault, if you don't mind." Harry said as Dumbledore nodded in approval and the goblin raised a brow, but nodded as well, though in acceptance to Harry's request.

"And do you have your key, Mr…? Mr…?"

"Huh? Oh! I'm Harry, Harry Potter. You can call me Harry, though." Harry said quickly, rubbing down his bang over his scar. He felt so nervous talking to the goblin. Every other time he had ever come into Gringotts, an adult had come to do the talking, but here Dumbledore was letting him fidget and sputter, and make a fool of himself while the goblin was giving him peculiar looks, like he was a strange animal the goblin had never seen before.

"Fine then… Mr. Potter." the goblin said, his tone less biting now that Harry was paying attention, "Do you have your key."

"Oh, right!" Harry said, digging into his pocket and producing said key. He handed it to the goblin, who held it up to the light and inspected it as though it were a jewel on his desk.

"Very well, then. Everything seems to be in order. I'll get another goblin to escort you to your vault. Griphook!" the goblin said, before shouting for another goblin, one that Harry recognized by both appearance and name from his first time in Gringotts.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. It has been a while." Griphook said as he bowed to Harry and Dumbledore before they all started to walk towards the carts.

"It's nice to see you again, Griphook." Harry said as Griphook looked up curiously at him, "You were one of the first goblins I ever met."

"And for your sake, Mr. Potter," Griphook said, giving Harry a nasty grin when a cart finally came, "You had best wish that I am not the last."

Harry shivered as the goblin's gaze lingered on him before they all climbed into the cart and off they went.

One long cart ride later, Harry, Dumbledore, and Griphook stood on the platform in front of the Potter Family Vault.

"Here we are, Vault #704, otherwise known as the Potter Vault." Griphook said professionally as he gestured toward the door of the vault, "Your key, please."

Harry silently handed over the key as Griphook took it and walked over to the door. Taking the key, he pressed it's tip to the door, which formed a keyhole and allowed the goblin to turn it. Doing so made a bunch of unhinging sounds, as though there were many locks behind the door. Griphook turned back to look up at Harry.

"Press your hand to the door, Mr. Potter." the goblin instructed as Harry grew nervous. With Griphook's slightly vicious nature, and the fact that the last time he was with Griphook only a goblin could touch a vault door less the person be trapped within the door for ten years, it all made Harry slightly wary of the goblin.

But, Harry did as he was told, placing the palm of his hand flat against the door. There was a jolt when he touched it, and then he saw that Griphook, too, had his palm to the door before it slowly creaked open, swinging inward.

Harry was more than a little surprised by what was inside the vault when it opened. The door had swung open inwardly to a near cave-like opening. Though it was immensely tidy, it was still more of a clean-crammed. From floor to ceiling there were golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins and pelts of mighty, rare, and strange creatures. Some with long spines, others with drooping wings. Harry shuttered as he gazed deeper into the vault, seeing potions in jeweled flasks, lavish furniture, and… was that a skull still wearing a crown?

Harry stepped into the vault, but turned around in confusion when he saw that neither Griphook nor Dumbledore were following.

"I'll be waiting here, my boy." Dumbledore said, sitting on the cart like a patient kid, "Merely call out if you have need of me. Oh, and another word to the wise: some things, which look out of place even for wizards, is exactly what you are in need of. Do you understand, Harry?"

"I think I do, sir." Harry said, slowly getting better at deciphering Dumbledore's many strange riddles.

Harry took a deep breath to steel his nerves as he stepped further into the vault. Steeping around the literal mounds of gold, Harry focused his search on what could possibly look unusual for even wizards. Disregarding the wealth for another day, Harry nearly bumped into a suit of armor while looking around.

Regaining his balance from trying to not knock over anything, Harry looked up to find a strange sight. Dumbledore had been right, it did look strange, even by wizard standards. It wasn't that it was a bad strange, but unlike everything else in the vault, this… thing didn't look like any of the magical artifacts which surrounded it. In fact, as Harry peered at the thing, it looked to be large and… metal? Approaching it cautiously, Harry got a better look at the thing, finding it to resemble a spaceship he had once seen on Sci-Fi television at the Dursleys. This thing looked highly technological, like it had been popped out from a Science Fiction show. It truly was out of place, for both normal people and wizards.

Harry ran his fingers along the smooth surface of the cold metal, moving around it to see and admire it's design from all angles when suddenly a diamond-shaped symbol with what appeared to be either an eight or "S" carved on the surface sprang up. To Harry, for some unearthly reason he could not explain, the symbol looked strangely familiar. As though he had gazed upon it long ago in his early life. Then Harry's mind flashed with images and sounds. Green light, high cold laughter, a mother's final kiss to his forehead twice, and… the light of the yellow sun…

He shook his head as he backed away from the ship, accidentally bumping into a desk that sat behind him. Harry turned to the desk, hoping it would prove good distraction for a few seconds when his vision spied something curious.

It was a letter atop the desk. Truly it was a letter, because it written neatly and addressed to… him? Yes it was for him, Harry spied his name on the envelope, and was deeply elated to find that was from his parents. Harry opened the envelope carefully, not wanting to damage one of the few and very precious letters from his parents. Opening the envelope, Harry found a letter along with a piece of smooth, thin metal in the shape of a hexagon.

Setting the hexagon to the side, Harry unfolded the letter and began to read it.

Dear Harry,

Son, we have something to tell you. Something big! It is a rather large secret, yet kept by very few. No one besides we, Petunia Dursley (your Aunt, in case you've never met her), and Albus Dumbledore know of it. Not your grandparents, Sirius, or even Remus know this closely guarded secret. We would have liked to tell you this ourselves, but if you're reading it from this message, then we did not escape the Dark Lord Voldemort, and are no longer amongst the living. At first we would have liked to keep the secret, and take it with us to our graves, but… That would not have been fair to you, and we deemed it far too important for you to stay ignorant of.

Harry frowned, wondering just what was this oh so big secret. Was it truly all that important? He reasoned that it had to be if no one knew about it except for his parents, Dumbledore, and Aunt Petunia of all people. However, Dumbledore had said that Sirius knew, so that meant that Dumbledore must have told Sirius at some point over the summer.

You see, Harry, in the late summer of 1980, your father and I were living in Potter manor, which happens to be a cozy cottage in Godric's Hollow if you've never heard of it. It's yours now, along with everything else belonging to us and our families. The point is, that while living there in the cottage, there was a sudden meteor show all over the world. The side of our cottage was struck by one of those meteors… or so we thought.

We sat in the living room during the time, debating on whether or not we wanted to have children like my sister Petunia had. Then we saw a flare of light and a crash shook the house. We had hopped up quickly, remembering that the Ministry's Department of Astronomic Activities had reported to be on guard for a meteor shower. Luckily, we had taken to caution ever since dealing with Voldemort, and guarded the house with a few Cushioning Charms and Bubble Wards, so when the house was struck by what we thought was a meteor, it did nothing but bounce off the house and land with a crash in the garden. We had raced into the garden, seeing the smoking rocks from a window, and went to investigate.

At the time, Godric's Hollow had only three other wizarding residents in the area, and they were all elderly scholars that had taken to a life of book writing and classical music. When we got into the garden, you could perhaps imagine our surprise when we heard the cries of a baby from inside the thing which landed in our yard. We were even more surprised when upon closer inspection, we saw that it was a spaceship! A real life spaceship! Just like all the books we read for fun as children! We did our best to open the ship, from where the child's cries were coming, but none of our spells worked to open it. It was a bit discouraging when we later found that all it took was our hand being placed in just the right spot to have the ship open for us. It was just one surprise after another from then on.

We were shocked to find a baby boy inside the ship, as naked as one was born! The boy wailed and flailed as we tried to comfort him, but another shock to our systems came when James was nearly knocked off his feet and had his arm bruised by the baby's flailing arms. It seemed the little guy had incredible strength! After we managed to calm the child with a hastily conjured bottle of warm milk, we decided to investigate the ship before of us in order to figure out just where this boy had come from.

The problem was, despite all looks, that baby boy… was not human.

Harry's hands shook slightly as he read on. His dread settling and spreading deep within the pit of his stomach.

When we looked inside the small spaceship, there was a small metal ball inside , which displayed a visual as clear as any pensive memory reading. This "hologram" as the visual called itself was of a man. However, the thing had only activated when the boy had touched the ball. According to the man in hologram, his name was Han-Re and the boy from the spacecraft was his son, Har-Re. The man said that the baby was from the now dead world of Krypton! Indeed, the child was an alien baby! It was hard to believe that there was actually life in other galaxies, but it seemed to be the truth!

Harry sucked in an unsteady breath as he read on, practically forcing himself to as he did. He had to know…

From what we learned from the hologram of Han-Re, a cast-out from the House of El, he had stolen and copied his brother, Jor-El's, plans for a ship that was past down to them from their father, Jor-El the First. The man had a child of his own, and wished to save his child's life. When he was discovered having stolen the plans and copied them, he fled with his child and went into hiding to build the ship. The father, Han-El or Han-Re, spied on his brother had, without permission, stolen more secrets from his father's data and then sent his son, Har-El or Har-Re, to Earth. Han-Re had learned from his father's data that Jor-El the First had been researching planets to send children to should their own planet be destroyed as he predicted, and Jor-El the First's research showed that Earth had humans, who had the same body structure as the people of Krypton, so Har-Re could blend in. The man said that his brother, Jor-El the Second, had sent his own son ahead of him, but along a different path that would meet less troubles. We didn't know where this "Kal-El" child landed, but we hope he found a loving home of his own. We did, however, here about showers in American state, Kansas.

Harry blinked back tears as he paused in his reading.

That's right, Harry, because alien or not; we wanted to take care of the little boy with his tuff of black hair and his adorable eyes. You were the adorable little boy we found in that ship which landed directly in our garden. You were as normal as any muggle baby could be. In fact, we thought you a blessing from beyond as we didn't really have to change a thing about you to claim you as our own blood. You looked exactly like James, with your tuff of messy black hair, the smile, everything except for the eyes. While James eyes were hazel and mine were emerald green, your own eyes were as blue as sapphires. We wanted you so badly, Harry. You were exactly what we had wanted! We just had to adopted you, or more specifically; magically adopt. We had to adopt you, because by now I'm sure you've seen the Ministry's views and tactics on anything remotely different from the average wizard, let alone an alien super-baby. Through your veins flows our blood, claiming you as our child and giving you you're magical abilities, however, you are still Kryptonian and possess awesome abilities of your own from your birth-race as well. When we adopted you, we stored everything from your origins into the spaceship, and moved it to our vault in Gringotts through Shrinking and Resizing charms. Once everything was said and done, you looked even more like James and had his piss-poor eyesight, but you had my eyes. You looked like an amazing gift from the Heavens, which metaphorically speaking; you were!

Harry paused as the tears rolled down his face. He was an alien, and yet… they had loved him like he was truly their own son. He guessed he was as he looked down at his wrist. Because after all, their blood flowed through him now…

You were such a special child. As we revealed you to the others, naming Sirius Black your Godfather, we had to take precautions with you as a very young child. You already had super strength, at least from what we observed when you punched through a wall after we took away your toy broom. There were other things you did as well, even unheard of by witches and wizards. You were capable of a lot of things, like running really fast and when you glared you could either see into the next room over or burn things with beams of heat from your eyes.

Harry blinked at that as he rubbed at his scar. Superpowers? Beams of heat from his eyes?

That is why you have the gem in your locket. We found that some stones, like the one in your locket (which we hope you still wear to this day) only glow when near you. We discovered that you were vulnerable to the green stone that we found on the ship. The stone at first gave you a fever after a week, and it made you weak, even to the point where your powers faded to near human-levels. After figuring out this information, we whittled a piece of the rock down and placed it into your locket so your powers would be hidden. After prolonged exposure to the very small piece in your locket, you're powers stopped showing altogether. If you've gotten it, and have read the note to it, then you should know that we gave it to you so you didn't accidentally hurt anyone. We thought it best.

He had always wondered why he felt different after he had put on the locket before his first year at Hogwarts. Before the stone, he could out run Dudley and his gang by a mile, however, after he returned with the locket, he found that could barely shake them off his trail.

We're telling you this now, because we felt that you were old enough to understand our decision to perform the adoption, what it meant, and what you truly are. We didn't know what this would make you, a combination between an alien and a wizard, but we didn't care at the time. We can only hope you will one day be able to forgive us for our haste.

"I could never be mad with you…" Harry mutter as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe away his brimming tears, "Never…"

We love you, Harry. There were no misgivings with you: you were our son, and we loved you with all our hearts.

Signed - You're Parents,

James and Lily Potter

Harry sat on the edge of the desk, feeling like he had sunk to the floor as his legs were weak and he didn't think he could stand under his own power. He was an alien of some kind… but, he had been so loved by them. He knew now that he wasn't even human, and yet, they had loved him like he was their birth son. He was Har-Re, but Harry James Potter. He had powers. Harry gazed down at his shirt, where under it was his locket, which restricted his powers due to the green stone within it.

Harry took a deep breath as he pushed off the desk. There was no time to just stand around and cry when Dumbledore and Griphook were waiting back at the entrance for him.

No, he could cry when he got back to his bed and silenced the curtains so he wouldn't wake anyone.

Harry's emerald eyes were transfixed on the spaceship, the very one that… brought him to Earth. He could hardly believe it. He wasn't human, and had been sent to Earth! But, why?

Then he recalled what Dumbledore had said on the grounds of Hogwarts.

"… long ago there was a planet called Krypton. It had a Red sun which had exploded, also causing Krypton to explode…" Dumbledore's voice rang in his head as Harry gazed fixedly at the spaceship. Was that it? He and the other boy, Kal-El, his… cousin… they were sent to Earth because their parents had known the planet would explode?

But if so, then why hadn't anyone else been sent? Or maybe… maybe others had! Maybe he had even more family on Earth than his birth father and his brother would have thought. Maybe they weren't the only ones to build rockets and ship babies to foreign planets.

Harry glanced back at the desk when his fingers brushed against the thin metal plate. Glancing at the ship, Harry saw that there was in fact a tiny slit which looked to be a better fit for the disc. Harry put the metal plate into the slit, waiting for something to happen when the spacecraft suddenly hissed, and opened it's lid. Harry didn't know what he had been expecting to see, but he gasped none the less when he saw the interior of the spaceship.

Looking inside the ship, Harry was finally able to dispel any part of him that had been in complete denial of what he had read from his parents. This spaceship, one fit for a toddler, was undeniable proof that every word of the letter had been true.

Harry ran his finger over the soft interior of the ship, where he must have been placed by his birth father and then found by his parents. It looked very comfortable, at least for a baby. His gaze and touch lingered on the soft purple interior before his fingers brushed something smooth, cold, and metal. He glanced up to where his fingers had wondered to see what must have been the metal ball that his parents had mentioned in their letter, the ball from Han-Re. Harry looked around, knowing that he had no time to see if the ball worked as he didn't want to keep Professor Dumbledore and Griphook waiting much longer.

After going through a few things to find something he could carry the ball in, Harry finally found a bag, which he dropped the ball into without a word. Though he was a bit surprised when he didn't feel he ball or see it's shape in the bottom of the bag. However, he vaguely recalled Hermione taking about bottomless bags, and how she wanted one for her books, so he figured it was that. Taking some gold and his letter, along with a few other things, Harry made his way out of the vault to see Griphook and Dumbledore conversing over political between wizards and goblins, and Griphook didn't look too pleased about whatever the conversation ended on.

"I'm ready to go back now, sir." Harry said, his voice emotionally weaker than he thought it would be. Dumbledore eyed the bag he had clutched in his hand.

"Did you get everything you would need?" Dumbledore asked as Harry nodded, figuring the ship could stay where only he could get to it.

"Yes, sir." Harry said, getting onto the cart, "And, sir… Thank you."

"You're quite welcome, Harry, but I don't believe I've done anything to warrant gratitude." Dumbledore said with a wink as Harry cracked a small smile.

Dumbledore and Griphook got proper onto the cart with the sadistic goblin rushing them back up to the lobby in record time. Once there Harry, Dumbledore, and Griphook filed off the cart and watched it go to where another customer must have needed it.

When Harry entered the common room, it was empty, the party cleaned and gone while he sighed in both relief for not being questioned about his bag, and somewhat saddened that he hadn't gotten to attend his own party.

"But what I did instead was so much better." Harry thought as he patted his locket beneath his shirt while walking up to the Gryffindor boys' dorm room.

Harry made his way to his bed, shutting and silencing the curtains around his bed as he took out the metal ball from the bag, feeling it a bit strange when he had to reach his arm deep within the tiny pouch. Harry stared at the ball, wondering how it would work before it started to glow in his hands, revealing a globe of the Earth before it was changed into a red planet.

Though that wasn't nearly as surprising when Harry started to hear a voice in his head and information being sent into his brain!

This was the planet Krypton. It was destroyed. Jor-El the First calculated the destruction of the planet and how to build a ship for a survivor should his calculations be correct. He handed this information down to his first-born son, Jor-El the Second, who with his wife, Lara, were unable to convince the other Kryptonians of the danger.

However, Han-El, one of the two of Jor-El the Second's younger brothers, did believe his brother, and sought to protect his own son from the danger. In secret, Han-El stole his father's plans from both his father while Jor-El the First was still among the living, and then again when Jor-El the Second was beginning to construct a ship. When Han-El had finished the painstaking construction of the ship in banishment from the House of El, he immediately sent his son to Earth.

Jor-El the Second didn't wish to send his own off to Earth until he was sure the worst had come to past, choosing only then with a heavy heart to send his own son, Kal-El, to Earth. Due to the time difference between Earth and Krypton, while both sent only a few Kryptonian months, it would be almost an entire Earth year before Kal-El reached the planet when Har-El had already landed.

So it was true, his birth-father had sent him to Earth right away to ensure his survival. Harry's eyes were brimmed with tears as he allowed them to roll down his cheeks freely. But that made him think about where Kal-El could possibly be. He remembered the letter saying that Kansas had been hit by meteor showers, too, so he could allows start looking there. It would be an excuse not to go back to Dursleys.

Harry was so wrapped in his gleeful thoughts of finding his space-cousin and getting away from his spoiled one, that he gasped as he looked around, finding himself sitting in the dark with lots of tiny small white spats scattered all around. It looked like… Was it supposed to be space? Why was he sitting in space?

Just then, another hologram appeared above the globe.

"My son… Har-Re." the hologram said in a deeply calm tone as Harry felt himself crying for what must have been the third time in the day. This man, this tall man with graying black hair and deep blue eyes must have been his father. He wore white robes with a black version of the symbol Harry had seen on his spaceship, "I am your father, Han-Re, disgraced younger brother of Jor-El II and elder brother of Zor-El. I am, or now rather was, one of Krypton's greatest scientist minds of the time."

"Father…" Harry said, feeling that he could call the man nothing else.

"I believe you have many questions, am I correct in assuming so?" Han-Re asked shortly, his hands behind his back and his chin held high in pride.

"Yes, I do." Harry said, being equally as short.

"So speak them, my son." Han-Re said, offering a very small smile for a moment before going back to the slightly imposing stance he took.

"Who am I?" Harry asked curiously, trying to see if the hologram would truly answer him.

"You are Har-Re, my son. 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, I'm sure you are award of, but you have most likely only discovered some." Han-Re said automatically.

"Why have I been brought here to Earth? Why not others along with me?" Harry asked, letting go of the metal orb so that it would drop to the bed, but was surprised when it began to levitate in the air when it felt his fingers.

"I brought you here to Earth so you could live a life. I cared of no one, but you at the time. Also, I believe you have a destiny to fulfill on Earth."

Harry only stared at him. Destiny? Was it something like what Dumbledore had been hinting at over the years? Some great connection between him and Voldemort?

Probably not…

"Why did you send me to live here on Earth? Why not one of the other planets? If Krypton had people on it, then there had to be dozens of other planets out there with life." Harry said as Han-Re didn't seem phased by the question. Then again, he was only a hologram…

"As I have stated before: you have a destiny to fulfill on Earth. Also, there were very few other planets which housed beings even remotely like us. Not to mention the fact that I wanted you to use the power you obtained from the yellow sun of Earth's system in order to restore honor to the House of El due to my disgrace, and to bring greatness to our new house: the House of Re. Living as a human with far superior powers to the actual humans, this would be quite easily accomplished." Han-Re said casually, as though he were talking about the weather.

"But I'm not even human." Harry argued, "And why use me to erase your disgrace. Krypton is gone now, it doesn't matter." Harry said as Han-Re finally looked down at him, directly in Harry's eyes. Harry hadn't even realized the man was not looking at him until they locked gazes and Han-Re's glaringly cold blue eyes burned into his own emerald green orbs.

"You have lived amongst the humans for at least 12 full Earth years now. You should know by now how to act amongst them. And though Krypton may be gone, there could always be a multitude of survivors on Earth just as you and Kal-El are here. I will not, even as this vague echo of myself, have them remember the House of El in disgrace. Nor will you have them believe the new Noble House of Re to be one of such either." Han-Re said fiercely, but then he smiled softly down at Harry, "You are my son, and I know you shall make me proud."

Harry wanted to curl up and die. Here was his father, who was dead, scolding him one minute and then claiming pride in him the next. His dead father. He was talking to his dead father from an orb that displayed holograms like a projector. Just how weird was that, aside from the fact that he was an alien made to live among humans?

"I guess my relatives were right… I am a freak…" Harry muttered to himself, brining his chin to rest on his knees as he brought them up against his chest.

"You are no abomination!" Han-Re said passionately, "You are my son, and you… should take pride in your- our Kryptonian race."

"What is my destiny, father?" Harry asked, not wanting to stay on the subject of him being more different than he already was with being a wizard and the Boy-Who-Lived.

"That, Har-Re, is something you must discover for yourself." Han-Re said, smiling lightly down at Harry, who sighed and flopped back on his bed.

Why was it that everyone had to be vague or just outright refuse to tell him what was going on with his life.

"Father, it's late, and-" but Harry was silenced by a raised hand.

"Say no more, my son. This orb will deactivate with a mere thought from you. When deactivated, the orb will place you in a deep slumber. When you awaken, you will know all that I did of Krypton's language, civilization, sciences, and culture."

"Why?" Harry asked curiously as Han-Re's eyebrow twitched, apparently not wanting to be questioned.

"Because, you have to know about your proud Kryptonian heritage. And no "buts" about it." Han-Re said, wagging a stern finger at Harry, "Also, I know that you have not yet located Kal-El, so do so at the first chance you are presented."

"Alright." Harry said with a nod, having already planned to just that.

"One more thing, Har-Re. Always hold the pride of your heritage within your heart. As my brother would say, the humans can be a great people, if they wish to be. They only lack the light to find the way. For this reason, barring only one other reason, is why I have sent them you, my only begotten son, Har-Re. Until you call upon my council another day, Har-Re… my son…" Han-Re said with a kind look in his eyes before the holograms faded and the orb dropped onto the bed. Harry quickly scoped it up and put it into his bottomless bag.

As he dropped the pouch next to his pillow, Harry grabbed at his head as it began to thump feverishly. He felt heat course through him as his body thrashed. But then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared, leaving Harry to catch his breath while he sat up in bed.

Then fell back down onto it as darkness collapsed over his vision. Before his mind's eye, Harry dreamed of years of civilization and knowledge. It was so much to take in, so much flashing before his mind like nothing he had ever experienced before.

Harry awoke groggily, a ray of sunlight hitting his face as he rose. Then, remembering the events of last night, hurriedly snapped his eyes open and sat forward in bed. To be sure he wasn't just dreaming or just crazy, Harry reached beside his pillow and grabbed the pouch.

"So it was real…" Harry muttered to himself as he held his pouch up to the light.

Harry glanced over to where the light was coming from and found that his curtains were somewhat open, allowing a direct beam of sunlight to come through.

"Though it's winter, and it should be much colder with very little sunlight." Harry mused intelligently as he got out of bed with the pouch still in hand.

Harry felt light on his feet as he went to the foot of his bed and opened his trunk. He dropped the bottomless pouch into the trunk next to his Golden Egg from the First Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He still needed to figure that out, but for some reason, he didn't see it as a difficult problem as he had the night before when he opened it to only hear was high-pitched screeches.

Harry didn't know why he felt so great, but all that mattered to him at the moment was that he did. Harry yawned while stretching when he rose to full height. He walked to the boys' washroom door, musing over what he needed to do to figure out the riddle of the Golden egg. He dimly noticed that he was, in fact, the first to awaken from their sleep as all of his dorm mates slept peacefully and, at least in everyone but Ron's case; quietly.

"Well, I guess the early bird catches the worm, or in this case, gets the best hot water shower." Harry said to himself with a chuckle as he stepped into the bathroom, the door having already been open.

Steeping out of the shower, Harry toweled off and put on his clothes on while still feeling… just so… wow! He didn't know how to describe it. It was like he was breathing in fresh air for the first time!

However, when he stepped to his bedside nightstand for his glasses, having forgotten them, he suddenly felt a bit dizzy and nauseas. Glancing down, Harry saw the problem.

It was his locket. The thing that was making him a bit peaky was the green rock. He now knew, for some odd reason, that the little piece inside the locket was a piece of his home-world, Krypton, and that it carried radiation which was basically poisonous to him in larger pieces and prolonged contact. Taking up the locket, and feeling weaker for it, Harry quickly went to his trunk and buried the thing deep within the bottom of it under the creature-skin coat Hagrid had given him some years ago.

"I think it's time to start anew." Harry said to himself, smirking as he did, "Time to start taking on a little more in life. First thing, the library!"