I do not own any of the characters except my own OC.
It was a rainy day as Minerva McGonagall a tall, rather severe-looking but yet 'sprightly' seventy year old woman knocked on the door of 'Rosewood Orphanage', dressed in a green dress suit. A middle aged woman with short brown hair opened the door, after a some talk in her officer, Mrs. Constance, the boss of the orphanage led her through the halls.
"I must admit to some confusion receiving your letter, Professor McGonagall." Mrs. Constance said as they walked up the stairs, "In all the years Clark's been here, he's never once had a family visitor. There have been... incidents with the other children.", as they walked over the stairs McGonagall asked about what sort of things. "The other children are scared of him. They was an incident in the playground, Jonas and Franklin still don't wish to talk about it.", they arrived at a door with a name plate, 'C.S. Kent.'.
After knocking on the door three times, before opening the door. Inside was a bare room, only an old desk and chair was in the corner next to a old closet, on the other end of the room, on the old bed was sitting a young boy staring out of the window. He had short black hair, his bangs hanging just above his right eye, gray eyes and a light build, he was shorter than average for his age. He was dressed in a navy blue and white T-shirt, black skinny work pants and navy blue shoes.
"Clark? You have a visitor.", Mrs. Constance said, before quickly taking her leave closing the door behind her. McGonagall looked back at the boy who still hadn't turned his gaze from the window. "How do you do, ?", she asked walking over to the desk, turning around the chair taking a seat on it.
"You're the doctor, aren't you?", he said finally turning around to face her, his expression looking disinterested. "No, I'm a professor.", McGonagall corrected him. His expression didn't change at all, "You have to forgive me Mrs, but I don't believe you. She wants me looked at. They think I'm... different.", he added turning his gaze back to the window.
"Well, perhaps they're right.", McGonagall said, before handing him a letter addressed to him. He gingerly accepted it, opening it, he started to read the first letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Kent,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
He read the letter again before turning back to McGonagall, trying to inspect if she was telling the truth or not. "Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic. You can do things can't you, ? That other children can't."
Clark gray eyes shifted from left to right, debating whatever or not to trust this 'professor' or not.
After a few minutes, he gave in, "Yes... I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt, if I want...", he slowly admitted before looking her back in the eyes, "Who are you?".
"Well, I'm like you, Clark. I'm different.", she responded, but his expression told her he did not believe her. McGonagall whipped out her wand and with a swish of her wand, his wardrobe was set on fire. The young boy looked on in awe. With another swish of her wand, extinguished the flames. Clark walked over to his wardrobe to see that none of it was damaged. Closing it again, he turned around a small smirk gracing his face, "Were can I get one of those, Mrs?", he pointed at her wand.
After explaining that wands were part of the school supplies and other regulations of the school, she offered to go with him to Diagon Alley but he declined the offer. "Thank you, but no thanks. I'm used to do things on my own.", he said his gaze slightly towards the ground.
Two days later found Clark walking through Diagon Alley, his hands tucked in his pockets as he was trying to take in all the wonderful magical things around him. He was not paying attention as he accidentally bumped into another kid, sending him to the ground. Looking down, the boy was small and skinny, with a thing face, untidy jet-black hair. The boy was on his knees, blindly searching for something. Down at his feet he saw glasses, picking them up, he helped the boy up. "Here you go.", he said handing over the glasses as the boy put them up, revealing he had startlingly green, almond-shaped eyes.
"Sorry about that... I wasn't looking were I was going.", Clark apologized as he placed his hands back in his pockets as the boy dusted himself off. "Its no big deal... I wasn't looking were I was going either.", the boy said adjusting his glasses. "I'm Harry, by the way, Harry Potter.", the boy now named Harry extanded his hand. Clark looked at him for a moment before accepting the handshake, "Nice to meet you, Harry. My name is Clark.".
After saying goodbye to Harry, Clark went his own way, buying everything on his list, at Flourish and Blotts, he bought a few extra books to help him understand this crazy new world as well as some advanced spell and potions books. At Slug & Jiggers Apothecary he purchased extra's of his basic ingredients. After acquired everything on his list save one thing, he headed for Ollivanders to buy his wand, having saved the best for last.
Entered the shop, Clark noticed that the shop was tiny, thousands of narrow boxes were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it. The rest of the shop was empty except for a single, spindly chair in the corner, which was occupied by a giant of a man. Looking over at the counter he saw the boy who he bumped in earlier, who was currently trying out different wands.
"A moment please I will be with you shortly.", an old man who Clark assumed to be Ollivander, as he handed Harry another wand. He gave it a sweep, sending several of the boxes flying. Ollivander quickly snatched the wand before disappearing to the back muttering something along the lines of, 'Hmmm, I wonder.'.
"We bump into each other again. So your going to Hogwarts too, huh?" the voice of Harry brought him out of his pondering. "Ya know this kid, Harry?", the giant of a man asked, as the boy shook his head. "Not really, but this is the kid who had bumped into me earlier today.", Harry said before introducing the man, his name was Rubeus Hagrid. Clark introduced himself, making the two give him an odd look. "Kent ey? Ya don't happen to be related to Cassandra Kent?", Hagrid asked but Clark merely shrug his shoulders.
Ollivander came back with a box before handing the wand to Harry, "11 inches, holly, a phoenix feather core. An unusual combination of wand core and wood.", he commented. As soon as Harry touched the wand, something reacted inside of him, a small wind blowing through the store. "Curious.", Ollivander commented, making the two boys look up curiously. "I remember every wand I ever made, . As it so happens, the Phoenix whose feather I used to make the core of your wand gave another, just one. It is curious that this wand would choose you when it's brother, gave you that scar.", he explained gesturing to Harry's forehead.
"Who owned the other wand?", Clark asked, looking over at Harry's head before looking back to the old man. "We do not speak his name. The wand chooses it's wielder. We can expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. After all, He-who-must-not-be-named, did great things, terrible, yes, but great.". Harry took in what he had been told as he stood back, as Clark stepped forward. After introducing himself, Clark tried out many different wands, he was a difficult fit. Harry tried to encourage him, saying it took him just as long. "15 inches, rowan, dragon heartstring, excellent for dueling.", Ollivander commented, before handing the wand to Clark. The moment the wand was placed in his hand, he felt warmth starting in the tips of his fingers before traveling through his entire body. Ollivander clap in his hands, glad to have helped his costumers.
After paying for their wands, Clark was dragged by Harry and Hagrid to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch to be treated for lunch. Despite his protest that it was not necessary, they insisted. After having some soup, he said goodbye to the two, agreeing to meet him on the train to Hogwarts the first of September.
And here's the first chapter of my Harry Potter Fanfic. Just in case your wondering, no this stories Clark Kent is not THAT Clark Kent. If you have any questions, comments, be sure to let me know and I'll see you guys and gals next time.