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Chapter 17: The World Was Not Ready : Part V
Gotham
The Day after Harry left Gotham.
Aurors Robin Williams and John Williams of MACUSA apparated to one of the apparition points hidden under Notice-Me-Not charms in the godforsaken city of Gotham. The harsh sounds of the night were joined by the crack of apparition, though it quickly fell silent. The moment they appeared, they enveloped themselves in a shield—because it was Gotham. Even Aurors dreaded coming here because of the lunatics who ruled the streets.
It was still an office secret that two Aurors had almost died while investigating the vigilante called Batman. They had been under Notice-Me-Not, Disillusionment, and other hiding charms when the entire auditorium room was blown apart by one of Batman's insane criminal rogues. To their further embarrassment, the muggle Batman had managed to escape the blast, while the wizards were caught with their defenses down.
"John, it seems that we arrived safely at least this time," Robin said with a grin.
John only grunted in irritation.
"Robin, this is not the time for games. We are in Gotham, where anything can happen. Activate the supersensory charm, and let us proceed to the place where the magic has been detected."
"Aye aye, captain." Robin mock-saluted, but she did follow the order and activated the charm.
They reached the location where the trace had been found, which turned out to be a lodge. Entering, they looked around. Seeing no security cameras, they approached the sleeping form of the receptionist. John waved his wand, and the man's eyes opened—empty of consciousness.
"Legilimens."
Memories of the last days rushed past, and John fortunately reached the anomaly quickly.
The receptionist had suddenly become aware of a free room he forgotten for some days. The receptionist even remembered dismissing one prospective tenant that there is no vacant room.
When the receptionist entered the room it was crystal clear of any dust and looked like a new room. He even pressed on the mattress to check the cushion and was further amazed by it. It was softer than anything else he felt in his life, including various boobs and asses he perused. He had been so impressed that he started sleeping in the room during his free time, deciding to keep it for himself.
"Looks like God has given me a gift after all my years in Gotham," the receptionist had whispered while lying on the bed.
John grimaced as he pulled out of the man's mind. "Come, Robin. It is a room—but it has been modified to feel like utmost luxury."
They entered, and Robin's eyes widened at the unnatural cleanliness and color in the space. The two Aurors shared a look, nodded, and began weaving detection spells.
After a few minutes, they were both shocked to realize there was nothing to identify the wizard.
"This is impossible," Robin whispered. "There is nothing here except a magical signature, and even that cannot be recorded—only felt by us. More than that, why did the system fail to discover it during casting or afterward? Our system only tagged the magical energy after the wizard left."
John nodded. "You are correct. This entire situation has been impossible from the start. It is the first time our detection system has shown backdated traces. More than that, my spells found nothing here—and the power, or rather the quality of the spells, is extraordinary."
"Now what will we do?" Robin asked in worry. As if in answer, their Auror shields activated simultaneously with a message.
They unfolded it.
'Multiple counts of magical energy detected near a muggle university. Similar backdated signature.'
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The aurors reached the muggle university and started their work.
The Aurors sighed in tiredness as they recorded the findings. There were the usual disguise charms, but the patronus surprised them most. For the life of them, they could not see how someone could summon a patronus openly without drawing attention, especially while maintaining disguise charms at the same time. They noted it down and returned to their office, as they couldn't find anything else.
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It was almost ten days later that their system flagged another magical energy backdated back in Gotham. It started with apparition, the same concealment charms, and then nothing. As if the wizard had gone fully muggle afterward, using not even a warming charm.
John and Robin had nearly written off the strange magical energy as yet another unsolvable mystery beyond their skills, deciding to forward it to one of the magical Lords if any were interested. After all, they had found nothing despite investigating for a week.
It was then that they were summoned to their direct commander in the Auror Office.
"John. Robin," the commander said, pointing to the chairs opposite his desk.
"I hear you are planning to submit your report of failure regarding the mysterious Gotham magical energy and recommend its transfer to one of the Lords, should they take an interest?" the commander asked once they were seated.
"Yes, Chief," Robin answered with a shrug. "There's nothing more we can do. We're some of the best trackers for regular mages, but this seems more like one of those blessed-bastards' alley. What of it?"
The Chief fixed them with a hard stare before replying.
"Here's the latest report from Mugglewatch. See for yourselves."
He flicked his wand, and two duplicated copies flew across the desk toward them.
Both John and Robin caught them immediately and began to read, their curiosity piqued. It was a single transaction flagged among the watchlisted accounts. The account in question had lain dormant since the Great War, untouched except for the accrual of interest, dividends, and Stark Industries fees. And now, in one sudden transaction, it had been nearly emptied.
The name "Potter" leapt out at them. Of course it struck a chord—the supposed British hero of their last civil war, the boy who had somehow survived a killing curse.
"What does this have to do with our mystery wizard?" John asked. "Harry Potter's a child. He's clearly not the one behind such high-level magic."
"Well," the Chief said with a frown, "if you had actually read the full report, you would have noticed something else. The very account that received Potter's transfer also received a substantial sum from House Black of Britain. One of the over-curious, overachieving employees in Mugglewatch decided to dig deeper into the muggle account holder. To their shock, they discovered the same address tied to another large deposit from yet another magical house. And that address just happens to match the second location where our mystery wizard appeared."
He leaned back, watching them closely.
"Go. Find out what this is about."
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"So, what did you find in the last three days?" the chief asked as John and Robin came in to report.
"Well, it is a clusterfuck. The company they bought is something on the internet where people meet their old friends or something like that. House Potter and House Black combined hold forty-nine percent of the company, and it was Sirius Black and James Potter who made the purchase within two days. Even though the owner shows no signs of being magically manipulated, there's definitely something wrong that we couldn't identify."
"So a man who's been living through hell for years and another man who's supposed to be dead just walked in and bought it?" the chief asked in bewilderment.
John only shrugged. "We investigated Sirius Black, and the latest news is that he took a Portkey somewhere to heal. Also, in the memory I saw from the Muggle's mind, neither of them looked anything like their pictures. Whoever it was, they were under Polyjuice and acted as representatives of House Black since the transfer went through legal channels."
The chief remained silent, thinking it over. Finally, he sighed and said, "Forward this to the upper levels. There's nothing more we can do. Let the intellectuals figure out why our detection system failed and what to do with such a massive purchase that almost breaks the unwritten rules of Statue of Secrecy"
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Tony Stark
Tony woke up screaming from the nightmare that plagued him. This time it was about his parents' accident—about how much he missed his mother. He didn't even have time to dwell on it before the world's biggest hangover slammed into him. Groaning in pain, he tightened his arms around the two warm bodies beside him, whose names he had completely forgotten, as if to anchor himself. But he quickly withdrew his hands.
With the practiced ease of a veteran, Tony extracted himself from the sheets and the girls without waking either of them.
He arrived at the breakfast hall of his manor and groaned again at the sight of his relatively new PA, Pepper Potts, eating while looking through a pile of documents. Tony knew then that today would be a bad day for him as the CEO of Stark Industries.
"Good afternoon, Mr Stark." A British accented voice came around him, and even with the headache Tony smiled slightly.
"Oh Well, morning to you too, Jarvis. It is too bright here. Decrease the brightness by twenty percent, Jarvis," Tony ordered as he reached the table.
Immediately, the shade color changed slightly while the electric lights started dimming.
Pepper looked up from her documents and frowned. She opened her mouth while scowling, but immediately closed it, remembering that, for how much their friendship had grown, Tony was still her boss, and Pepper did not want to ruin it by questioning Tony's personal habits yet.
"Isn't this my favorite lady in the world?" Tony snarked as he sat down and started piling food onto his plate.
"Tony, I distinctly remember telling you yesterday over the phone that I would be here at 12 PM, giving you ample time to get ready after getting up, and yet now it is 2 PM and you slept in," Pepper said with a glare.
Tony just scoffed and waved his hand to dismiss Pepper. "Yeah yeah, it is 2 PM. I am the boss and Stark Industries can run on my time."
Pepper just sighed, knowing it would be a waste of time to argue with Tony over this. Before she could continue, Tony asked,
"So what is the damned thing that is so important that you have been on my ass about this meeting for the last two days? I was busy with research in the lab and I told you to send whatever through Jarvis." Tony grumbled in irritation while his memories went back to the hours of research he conducted with the girls. He discovered that he could get it up with even drunk and stoned out of mind. More than that he discovered the final confirmation for having the greatest mind on Earth. Even drunk and being high as a kite, Tony could remember every single second of it.
"Well, Tony, do you know any house by the name of Potter?" Pepper asked.
Tony looked confused for a moment before shaking his head. "I have never heard of it before, and thus how important can it be?" Tony said with a grin. "Jarvis, do you have any records of Potter?"
Jarvis remained silent for a heartbeat, which made Tony's eyes widen in surprise. Tony had made sure the AI had instant response by giving the servers some of the best systems anywhere in the world.
"I am sorry, sir. I have only two instances of Potter in my database. One is in the shareholders list of Stark Industries, and the other is an old photograph of your father with comrades where one man is identified as Charlus Potter," Jarvis replied, and a holographic display appeared from the wall where the document and photo were projected.
"Well, it is very important, because Tony Stark received both a letter and an email from the representative of House Potter to renegotiate the fees we have been paying for using their voting rights."
Tony almost dropped the glass of water he was drinking when he heard that.
"What? I hold forty six percent of Stark Industries. What do you mean re-negotiate the fees? I do not pay any fees to anyone for their voting rights because I do not need it."
Pepper just frowned. "Well, it is what I thought too. We were all wrong. Even I was skeptical when I received the letter. But after going through the bank statements it was evident that your father had automated the entire process perpetually, and an account was maintained in House Potter's name where all proceeds were accumulated since the end of World War Two and the public incorporation of Stark Industries. I was curious, so I even used your name to get the old minutes and the shareholders book until I finally verified it. Your father gave two point five percent to one Arcturus Black and another to Charlus Potter. Arcturus transferred his share to his sister's name, Dorea, wife of Charlus Potter. Charlus accepted it and leased his voting rights to your father, Tony. You own only forty one percent of Stark Industries. The Share Certificate has never been dematerialised and stored in any Demat account. The Potters must still have the original Share Certificate and even without it the Contract signed by your father is still valid."
Tony looked bewildered as he immediately took the documents from Pepper's hand and flicked through them while speed reading everything.
"Jarvis, you have scanned the documents, right? Is everything valid and legal?" Tony asked finally, as he could not see anything illegal or fake.
"No, sir. Everything appears to be legal and valid. I just found another piece of information from the bank account where almost twenty five million has been accumulated. It was accessed by the owner and used to purchase a significant stake in Facebook," Jarvis said calmly.
"Interesting. Very interesting that they went after the upcoming social media like that," Pepper said. "I can see the potential in that."
Tony nodded, as even he had seen how popular it had become in a short time.
Tony looked at Pepper. "So, who is the current owner and how much are they asking? Also, why should I pay more when we already have an agreement in place?"
It was Jarvis who answered the question.
"Sir, the current and only living member of House Potter is the ten year old grandson of Charlus Potter, Harry Potter. There is no other information regarding him, but it is not unheard of, as they were British lords who remained in the shadows. The agreement has a clause to renegotiate every five years, and the Potters have never contacted us for renegotiation in the last five decades. Compared to the value of those rights, what we pay as of now is paltry."
"I see," Tony said. "What are they asking for now? No wonder something from my father's old war days comes back to haunt me. It is almost always that way—it ruins things for me."
"Well, they did not mention any amount. They were asking for a meeting with you to renegotiate face to face rather than over email," Pepper said.
Tony nodded. "Set up a meeting, Pepper. I am tired and I am going back to sleep. I will sign whatever later. And Jarvis, keep the name Potter in your view. Search every lead for that family and find me what they did to earn my father giving them such a significant percentage of Stark shares."
Tony walked away before Pepper could protest.
"Of course, sir," Jarvis's voice echoed from the speaker in the hall Tony was walking through.
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Nicholas Fury
Black Castle.
Fury looked at Lord Black and noted how completely at ease he was with two guns pointed at him. Fury could see that Lord Black's entire concentration was on Diana Prince, and even though Fury was not usually prideful when it came to confrontations, he was miffed at the complete dismissal from the wizard.
Lord Black invited them in, and Diana turned to look at them, nodding, which made Fury sigh and lower his gun, holstering it. He looked ahead and saw nothing, but still walked forward with Hill following behind.
When he entered the magical protection, it felt like he was passing through invisible jelly, and his satellite phone short-circuited in his belt where it was hooked. Only Diana's insane reaction speed of turning and throwing it away saved him from suffering burns.
Fury grimaced and nodded in thanks to Diana. He looked at Lord Black, expecting some kind of response, but was still ignored. It took several deep breaths to calm his irritation and anger. To occupy his mind, he looked around and saw they were passing through a trail with a maze-like garden on one side and a forest of trees on the right. He looked ahead for the supposed castle, and to his horror, it was not even visible because of how small it appeared in the distance. Fury grimaced, horrified at the time wasted walking all the way there, but still did not speak up. He was certain he would be ignored by their host, and he did not need further humiliation.
They had taken almost a dozen steps when Fury's breath hitched as he suddenly felt nauseous for a second. His eyes widened, and he looked around. To his immense surprise, he was only a few steps away from the castle entrance. Looking behind, he could not even see the towering gate they had entered through, and Hill was struggling not to vomit while trying to keep her composure.
Fury turned to look at Lord Black, and for the first time since they had met, the man glanced at them. Fury almost asked what had just happened, but the mocking smirk and the knowing glint in Lord Black's grey eyes stopped him. Fury refused to give the man the satisfaction. He looked at Diana, and she appeared unbothered, though to his irritation there was a faint smile on her face. Still, he wondered how he could acquire instant teleportation like this. He had heard of portkeys and even apparition, but never something like this that could work on non-magical people like himself.
They entered the castle proper, and the slight pressure Fury had felt from the gates increased drastically. His instincts screamed of deadly retribution if he harmed anyone under the castle's protection, and he forced himself to push those type of thoughts away, since Fury was not sure if the magic could detect even intent and then attack.
Fury looked around in awe and wonder as he and his deputy followed Diana and Lord Black. Despite the crushing magical pressure and doomsday he was feeling, the sheer wealth and opulence on display, mixed with the eerie chill of the castle, was unlike anything Fury had ever experienced.
Finally, they entered a meeting room. Lord Black sat behind a table in a throne-like chair, while Fury and his companions sat opposite in deliberately bare chairs. They had no decoration or cushions, yet the seat was one of the softest Fury had ever sat in.
"Arcturus," Diana said promptly, for which Fury was very grateful. "My condolences for the death of your nephew and his wife ten years ago. I know it will not lessen the sorrow you feel, but I must still convey it."
Fury almost snorted aloud. As far as he could see, the noble bastard across from him showed no signs of sorrow. His face, his body language—everything radiated nonchalance, with only the slightest wariness and determination. Fury smirked slightly, realizing that Diana's presence here had actually rattled this arrogant and over-proud Lord Black.
"Your condolences are noted, Diana," Lord Black replied with a nod. "But I must insist—what brought you here, and that too unannounced? The only reason I indulged this is because it is you, Diana."
"Then I will come to the matter," Diana said with a smile.
Fury, who had been looking around the meeting room for any interesting details, focused on Lord Black.
"You see, I was informed by my friends in SHIELD—the successor of the SSR, if you do not know—that Harry Potter went missing after an explosion in the man's world. I was also informed of your movements regarding House Potter, and that you are regent. I owe it to at least Charlus and Dorea to check on him and make sure everything is all right," Diana finished with a frown.
Fury noticed Lord Black remain silent. Since Diana did not ask anything further, Fury took the chance.
"Also, we would like to know what happened in Surrey and what your interests in the real world are now." Fury asked.
Diana frowned deeply at him, and Fury almost apologized but kept silent and ignored her silent disapproval.
Diana sighed, then said, "This is Nicholas Fury of SHIELD, The Di.."
"Enough of them," Lord Black said flatly. Suddenly, a crushing pressure bore down on them, sending Fury into a panic. No, not on them as it was not on Diana—it was on him and Hill alone. He tried to turn his head to see Diana but could only glimpse her from the corner of his eye.
"It does not matter who they are or what they want, Diana. I only allowed them here because they were with you," Lord Black snapped. "Now, do you really believe you have the right to claim you care for Charlus and Dorea when you did not bother to stay with us after the Great War ended? You chose the muggle world and ignored the civil war in our lands, all for peace and a normal life. Your audacity astounds me, Diana. I will not answer the inane curiosities of these uncivilized morons with their insane ideas of spycraft and paranoia."
Fury was stunned that this man dared snap at Wonder Woman, knowing her power. The magical pressure vanished, and Fury turned to Diana for her response. He expected anger or irritation—but instead, clear mirth shone in her eyes.
"Well, well, Arcturus. Did you really think you could avoid answering my question by angering me and questioning me? You asked what right I have? It is the greatest right the magicals respect—power. As for not intervening in Britain's war, I am not a savior or clairvoyant, and I was never even informed of the matter. Now, you may or may not answer Fury's question, but I will have mine. Where is Harry Potter, and how is he?"
"Uncle Arcturus? I was told we had guests by the house-elf, but I heard raised voices just now. Is everything all right?"
A voice spoke from just behind Fury's chair, interrupting the meeting. Immediately, everyone but Diana jumped in surprise and to defend themselves. Fury turned and saw a boy who looked older in stature and face, though he knew Harry must only be ten. The boy's green eyes shone so brightly that Fury wondered if they would be visible in darkness. His voice carried the tone and emotion of a child, yet Fury still felt unsettled as Harry looked at them.
Fury glanced at Hill and saw even she stiffened when Harry's eyes passed over her. Fury wondered if this was something every magical child caused, or if it was something special about Harry.
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Some days ago.
Harry Potter
Smallville.
Harry had been staying near one of the long-closed houses near Kent's farm for the past few days. He had flown over to Smallville and had almost reduced his magic use to a negligible amount so that MACUSA would never know and come to investigate. The last thing Harry needed was any of the big players discovering Superman now.
Clark had been melancholic for two days after he realized the truth, and he even skipped class after leaving his home to spend time with Harry. Harry answered all his questions as much as he could, and even Harry was surprised by how much he genuinely liked Clark within just two days. Kelex was also eager to help, and Harry was glad to hear that Kelex had already established surveillance systems in the internet to monitor any mention of Clark or his powers near Kansas.
Clark had been almost against this illegal act, but Harry managed to convince him otherwise.
On the third day, Clark was sitting on the sofa, tired after running all the way there while wearing the kryptonite locket.
"Here, have this chocolate, my dear friend," Harry said as he handed him a cup of hot chocolate.
"Thanks, Harry. For everything. I don't know what I would do without your help and guidance. I was not as tired as yesterday this morning when I activated the kryptonite locket at one percent," Clark said.
Harry nodded. "Yes, of course, you will not be as affected. I did tell you, your body will start adapting to the exposure slowly and become all the more powerful for it. By the time you are an adult, I am sure only kryptonite inside your body could weaken you immediately."
Harry, you never told me what happens in the future. So, tell me what happens and I can also prepare for it," Clark said as he finished his hot chocolate in one gulp.
Harry was briefly jealous, as even he could not drink steaming hot chocolate like that without burning his mouth and tongue.
"Well, for you there is almost nothing, Clark," Harry finally said. "There is no immediate threat in Smallville, and as far as I know you grew up normally. You helped here and there, but because of your super speed no one noticed it. As for the bigger threats, there is nothing you can do now, and do not worry. I am planning and preparing for them. I will tell you when the time is right."
Clark frowned at that, and Harry knew an argument was coming.
Harry immediately raised his hand to stop him. "Clark Kent, before you start arguing, let me ask you something. What do you aspire to be in the future? What kind of job do you see yourself doing for a living?"
Harry sighed in relief as he saw Clark actually thinking it through. Finally Clark answered,
"To be honest, Harry, I have not really thought about what I want to do when I am an adult. I am really good in sports, but that is because of my abilities, so I cannot do it. I have noticed I am good at learning too, but I am not that interested in it. I was helping Lana Lang with her school newsletter and I really loved it. I researched things and I really like finding hidden stories. Maybe it was because of my wish to learn what I was. So, I think it would be nice to become a journalist in the future and work for a media company."
Harry knew almost every Superman he had met worked in the Daily Planet, yet he was still flabbergasted to hear it directly. Even with Harry's occluded mind, the surprise must have shown on his face because Clark caught it.
"I know, I know," Clark immediately defended himself, completely misunderstanding Harry's reaction. "It is a big thing for the son of a farm boy from a place like Smallville to think he could be a journalist in the city, but it is what I want."
Harry snorted once and seeing the complete confusion in clark;s face harry lost his control and he started laughing.
Harry snorted, and seeing Clark's confused face, he lost control and started laughing.
Clark looked embarrassed, his face slowly turning red with irritation. After several seconds of Harry's laughter not stopping, Clark tried to say something to break it but it was useless. After several minutes Harry stopped, taking deep breaths.
Clark's embarrassment had turned into genuine anger, and he scowled.
"Is it so funny to hear a farm boy's ambition, Harry? I never knew you were someone who belittled others' wishes like that," Clark snarled.
Harry just snorted and fortunately he could control his laughter by his occulumency.
"Kal-El, I did not laugh because of what you think. I laughed because you think being a journalist is such a big dream. I laughed because even knowing the truth of what you are, you still see yourself as a common farm boy. My friend, even without any enhancement from the sun, you are intelligent enough to do anything here. More than that, your father sent enough knowledge with Kelex that you could use to drag this earth toward a greater future than anyone else. Even without that knowledge, you have enough brains to be one of the best scientists on earth. Kelex, tell me, what was Jor-El's job on Krypton?"
Kelex appeared in a hologram from Clark's wrist and looked at him.
"Harry Potter is correct, Master Kal. Your father was the head of the research and science division on Krypton, overseeing every project, and all of them are light-years ahead of current Earth technology. Even without that knowledge, you have immense potential in that field as well as many others."
Harry, seeing that Kelex might reveal something about the Codex, immediately intervened.
"Thank you, Kelex. Now, Kal, as Kelex said, you could be a scientist, an actor, a politician, a soldier, even a king with your raw power, or even a conqueror. You could just fly away from Earth into space. So much potential. And what do you want? To be a journalist because of your childish crush on a girl?" Harry snipped. "And I will be honest, Clark—in your future you did that. You were a journalist who become quickly popular and recognised as the only one who was granted a interview by Superman himself." Harry tried to keep the mocking out of it, but failed miserably.
Clark's blush at the crush comment turned into a grimace at the fact that he had interviewed himself and passed it off as top journalism. He shook his head to clear his emotions.
"But Harry, it is as I said, why could I not be a journalist? You say I did it in the future and was successful at it, even though I had to interview myself."
Harry closed his eyes in exasperation.
"Come with me, Clark. Close the Kryptonian locket," Harry said as he walked outside the house.
Harry's telepathy enveloped all of Kansas, making everyone ignore the sky for several seconds. Without warning, he grabbed Clark's hand and flew upward with telekinesis. After they had risen hundreds of meters, Harry cast featherweight charms on both of them and increased their speed with flight magic combined with telekinesis. With another burst of magic, they became invisible to all senses, and no muggle camera could detect them.
Clark, initially shocked, then excited, began to panic at the height they reached. After several minutes, Harry's speed approached the sound barrier. As expected, only Harry's personal shields made by magic and telekinesis allowed him to withstand the pressure. Clark remained completely safe, even without Harry casting a basic shield on him.
Harry suddenly felt increased temperatire as he broke into stratosphere and harry further increased his speed.
Harry felt the temperature increase as they broke into the stratosphere and pushed his speed further. Clark began shouting as he felt the sudden changes, but his body quickly adapted, fueled by the solar radiation above the ozone layer. Harry had to increase his magical shields to protect himself from the harmful rays of the sun.
Several moments later, they broke into the mesosphere, and Harry stopped, floating in place.
"Kal-El, look at that now," Harry said telepathically.
Clark, who was yelling in panic now, looked around and realized he was fine. In fact, he felt rather more energized as he looked around. Clark used his eyes and zoomed in. He looked down and saw the ground clearly from where he was. He looked sideways and could see the curvature of Earth and the blueness of it all. He looked upwards and saw the endless blackness of space dotted with wastes and distant twinkles of stars.
Finally, he looked at the yellow sun—the reason for his powers and abilities. He could look at the sun for several seconds before even his eyes were affected, blinking before going blind.
More than that, Clark now could hear almost nothing, and he felt a peace he had almost forgotten before his superhearing was activated. There was nothing in their immediate vicinity except Harry.
"Do you see now, Clark? You are only ten, and you survived the speed I was moving in and the radiation and temperature here without any preparation. Even now, I can feel your body drinking in energy while using it to heal any damage from the harmful effects due to your limited durability and resistance toward extreme things," Harry's thought echoed in Clark's mind.
"I feel wonderful, Harry. Yet I can't see why I couldn't be a journalist. I could always fly upwards here while I am free, or when I am Superman," Clark replied mentally.
Harry almost dropped Clark in irritation, but Harry's occlumency held the control for now.
"Clarky boy, please tell me why you want to be Superman. I mean, why do you want to use your physical abilities to help others now?"
Clark looked confused but said, "Because I can, and I wanted to help others."
Harry grinned. "Of course, that is a perfect reason. So now the question is, why don't you want to help others intellectually and with your knowledge? I mean, if you want to just help physically, you could always do normal voluntary work without ever exposing your true powers too. But you wanted to help physically as Superman. So the question is, why not do the same with your mental talents in the name of Clark Kent?"
Clark looked like he had been struck by a train.
"I… I…" Clark sputtered in confusion. "I don't know, Harry."
Harry nodded. "Good, Clark. Finally, you realized the problem. It is as I said—journalism is the first thing that actually interested you, among the things that you understood the first time without any difficulty, making you loose interest in them. Unlike other things, it interested you because of your childish crush on a girl who aspires it. Clark, we are not someone who could squander our potential on silly things. Let me tell you a great piece of advice that I once heard:
With great power comes greater responsibility.
You could do more as Clark Kent than even Superman to help mankind as a whole, and you wanted to waste it as a journalist. Think, Clark, Think."
Harry remained silent as he observed Clark's surface-level thoughts. Harry's "trust me" aura was at maximum then, and he was happy seeing Clark actually thinking far faster than normal. Harry could actually keep up if he expended more power. He was even happier that Clark was finally thinking along the lines he wanted.
"Harry, I understand now what you meant. Even Superman can't punch away diseases or hunger. You are correct, I will always strive to be better now. In fact, I will finish my entire schooling and try to finish it faster so I can get on with it," Clark said with determination.
Harry groaned as he used a telekinetic slap on the back of Clark's head.
"No, you idiot. You will not do that. You will study and be the best student, but no quick ways. You must grow up normally so that you have that bond and caring for the little people, Clark. More than that, I lost my childhood long ago. I don't want you losing yours earlier than required. So have a good normal life for now, while you prepare yourself mentally and physically."
Clark almost sighed in relief and gratitude as he realized Harry was correct and he wasn't ready for such heavy pressure yet.
"Thank you, Harry. I don't know what I would have done without you being here for me as my friend."
Harry just smiled genuinely before a glint appeared in his green eyes that would have made any Marauder proud.
"It is okay, my dear friend. That is what friends are for—helping and supporting each other. Now let me see if you can unlock flight far earlier than possible."
Clark was smiling when Harry started talking, and he nodded in acceptance before his eyes widened in alarm.
"Help learning flight? Harry, you bastard, don't do it!" Clark yelled in panic.
"See you later, Clark," Harry said with laughter and removed his hold on Clark both physically and telekinetically. For a moment, Clark was stationary before gravity won, and Harry even gave him a telekinetic shove to increase the falling speed.
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A different Song( ASOIAF OC/Reincarnation)
Feral Dragon
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