AN: A bit ago I started writing an authors note responding to some of the reviews from earlier chapters in Becoming Clark. Then it got ridiculously long. I personally don't like long ANs mucking up what should be story, so I posted it in a new story, titled: Plot Bunnies, ANs, and other misc. chapter 1, if you're interested.

When Clark and his friends arrived at Hogwarts, they weren't sure what they expected to see. They knew Voldemort's Army had come here to attack earlier that day, but the sheer number of dead on the ground outside the castle walls stunned them.

Wizards, witches, acromantula, giants, werewolves, and house elves, all lay dead. The nature of many of the spells cast left many of the bodies torn apart. The blood had been stomped into the ground by the armies, creating a stinking muddy morass.

Clark heard one of his friends lose their lunch after seeing the gore and devastation. Turning to look, he saw Pete rubbing Emily's back in comfort. Clark turned to check on Lana, Chloe, and Kara to provide similar support. Kara seemed the most affected, remembering her home planet, but rallied herself to not break down.

"This doesn't feel like much of a light hearted adventure anymore." Chloe stated, echoing everyone's thoughts.

"One thing is for sure, this isn't the same world of the Harry Potter I got memories from during Halloween." Clark stated as he looked for survivors to question. "Does anyone want to hang back while we go looking for anyone we can get answers from?"

"No, I'm good now. I'll handle it." Emily stated firmly after settling her nerves. Everyone else echoed her statement. No one wanted to be left behind just because it was a little more gruesome than expected.

Clark set off for the castle, with the others following him, gingerly stepping past the dead. Clark tried to look into the castle to get some idea of what was happening inside, but the magic present was interfering with his vision. So Clark settled for scanning the battlefield for any signs of life.

After a few moments of scanning the many bodies, Clark realized that there were no survivors among the dead in the battlefield. That really spoke to the savagery of the battle. No survivors. Nobody was tossing stunning spells, they were all casting lethal spells. The fighting must have been bitter and desperate.

Clark soon arrived at the castle doors, which were blasted off their hinges. Making sure everyone was prepared to defend themselves, he led the way inside. Following the memories he had of the Castle, Clark made his way to the Great Hall. He was relatively sure that's where any survivors of the battle would congregate.

The Great Hall doors were ajar, and Clark could hear voices yelling, followed by screams of pain. Looking inside, he saw the Dark Lord Voldemort himself, stomping around and ranting. The bald, snakelike man was mocking the person he was torturing, throwing out crucios between taunts.

"Ssso you sssee, I win, Potter! I was alwaysss going to win!" The psychopathic Dark Lord hissed. "The only thing your resistance did wasss to make it more fun for me!"

Motioning to his friends to stay back for a moment, Clark inspected the Great Hall. He saw Riddle standing on the professors table while ranting and torturing Harry Potter. Potter was stuck to the wall behind the professors table, screaming in agony. Riddle had apparently severed his arms and legs during the torture session.

Standing to the right at the Slytherin table were five death eaters in their robes and masks. They appeared exhausted and wary of their insane leader as they watched Riddle torture the young man. Clark noticed a few more bodies lying on the Gryffindor table. The bodies were mutilated and chopped up.

Clark didn't like what he'd seen. He looked to his friends and saw their faces set in resolve. They wanted to do something to end this travesty. Clark quickly and quietly outlined a plan.

When everyone was ready, Clark gave the signal. He and Kara moved at the same time. Clark used his speed to fly right behind Voldemort. Without banter or giving Riddle time to react, Clark cast a piercing hex into the back of Riddle's head.

Kara on the other hand, flew at top speed and rammed the group of Death Eaters who weren't looking. She bowled them over, knocking them aside like pins. Pete, Lana, Chloe, and Emily followed behind Kara as fast as they could to attack each of the Death Eaters Kara bowled over.

Because of the practice at magic and their enhanced physiques, the group swiftly subdued the Death Eaters with stunners and bound them up in ropes. They wanted to be able to question them later to find out just how everything in the wizarding world devolved to such a bloody war.

Clark on the other hand didn't want to give Riddle a chance to rally. When he cast the piercing hex at the back of Riddle's head, he noticed it did minimal damage. Apparently the rituals Riddle performed enhanced his physical toughness. No matter.

Clark followed Riddle as he fell, pinning him to the ground as he cast spell after spell into Riddles body. After the 6th piercing hex, Clark's spells finally overcame Riddle's magic resistance and drilled a hole in Riddle's head.

The moment he saw success, Clark backed off from the body. Sure enough, a dark smoke like wraith oozed out of the construct body of Voldemort. The wraith shrieked threats at him, then flew out the building through a window.

"Look around for a big snake, guys. If you see it, kill it immediately!" Clark commanded.

Kara noticed the snake first as it tried to make its way out of the hall. A few well placed cutting curses left Nagini without a head. Moments after beheading the snake, the wailing of a dying horcrux was heard, confirming Clark's guess that Riddle had made Nagini a horcrux.

Clark then moved over to where Harry Potter had fallen from the wall, the sticking charm having ended when Riddle "died" again. Clark was somewhat surprised to see Potter still aware despite the ravaged state of his body. Clark tried what he could to ease his pain, casting some cushion and pain easing charms.

Taking stock of Potter's body, Clark saw that his arms had been removed at the shoulders. One leg had been taken off at the knee, while the other removed a few inches above the knee. It's likely that Riddle had been chopping him up a bit at a time while keeping him alive.

Harry tried to speak, but Clark saw that his tongue had been removed, making his mumbles difficult to understand.

Looking over at the horror struck faces of his girls, cousin, and friends, Clark thought about his options. "Guys, make sure those Death Eaters aren't going anywhere or waking up for a while. I'm gonna try some Legilimency to see if I can talk with Potter here." Giving them something to do seemed to give them some direction so they weren't dwelling on the grisly aftermath of the war they had wandered into.

Clark turned to Harry and explained what he was going to do. When he got a nod from Harry, Clark cast his spell.

Clark found himself in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on one end of a couch with Harry Potter on the other end. Harry had all his arms and legs in the shared mindscape they were communicating in.

"Thanks for coming in and nailing that bastard, even if it's too late to save me." Harry started out. "Voldemort force fed me some nasty poisons that he said would give me an agonizing death while forcing me to remain awake for it. He got tired of my mocking comments, so he cut out my tongue, then started working on the rest of me. The poison was too boring, he said."

"Well, that sucks." Clark didn't know what else to say.

Harry snort laughed. "Yeah, it does."

"Clark Kent." Clark introduced himself while holding out his hand to shake.

"Harry Potter." Harry shook his hand.

"So-" They both said at the same time.

Clark shook his head in amusement. "Let me go first. After I told you what brought us here, then you can tell me yours."

"Sure, why not. This is much better than feeling the poison." Harry concentrated and a butterbeer showed up in his hand for him to sip while listening.

"Nice." Clark noted, summoning up a Coke for himself. "Normally I wouldn't share this secret with anyone so quick, but since you're dying, I think I can trust you." Harry coughed up his butterbeer. "Too soon?"

"Nah, gallows humor suits me now." Harry nonchalantly proclaimed.

"Right. So, I'm an alien. Came from a different planet to Earth when my planet blew up." As Clark was speaking, on the wall in front of their couch, like a movie, the scene from Clark's memory of his last moments with his Krypton parents played. The scene then jumped to him waking up in the truck on Martha's lap.

"Our particular brand of humanoid life is able to absorb energy from the sun, store it up like a battery, and it gives us some great abilities. Like super strength, speed, flight, toughness, etc." As Clark was talking the screen showed some scenes of Clark exhibiting his abilities.

"Nice. That would be amazing to fly without a broom." Harry commented enviously.

"It is pretty sweet. But then I found out about magic, and the fact that I don't have any or know anything about it. Last Halloween I had found out that this chaos mage was going to be casting a spell in a town called Sunnydale, which sits on a dimensional weak spot called the Hell Mouth. The spell would turn everyone into their costume for the evening to cause a bit of chaos."

Clark had decided he was going to skip explaining about his first attempt and his decade spent as Bulma. Harry didn't need to know about that. It totally wasn't because he was embarrassed.

"So I got the mage to enchant a costume of a good magic user that would be under a time dilation field so we could trade information. In the computer I left a lot of science and tech information. In order to get that information, he would need to trade his knowledge of magic. And I hoped that if he remained in my body for some time, I might pick up some useful magic abilities."

Clark paused to sip at his cola, letting Harry absorb that information.

"I ended up dressing as you." Harry stared at Clark with a befuddled look. "Well, not you you. More like a you from an alternate world that made different decisions in life, and didn't end up where you are now. I don't think the spell was supposed to act the way it did, but I experienced his life's memories up until he actually made his way to the town where I was, which was when he was 18. Let me play a highlights reel for you, so you can see."

Clark started showing the basics of the alternate Harry's life; of how he had confronted Quirrelmort at the end of first year, and what effect the Horcrux knowledge had on him. Being friends with Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and later Fleur. How he saved his Godfather. How he dealt with Malfoy, the Horcruxes, Riddle, Pettigrew, Snape, and finally Dumbledore. And how he had a decent life with people that loved him.

Looking over at Harry, Clark was surprised to see Harry crying.

"Could you show me the first year Halloween, and how the troll thing happened?" Harry asked.

"Sure." Clark responded. Then he showed how Ron had made Hermione feel so bad she stayed in the bathroom all afternoon. How when Harry heard about the troll, he forced Ron to go find Hermione with him, and how Harry jumped on the troll's back to distract the thing until it was knocked out by its own club. Then how Hermione became Harry's friend after that.

"That's where it all went wrong for me." Harry whispered.

"What do you mean?" Clark asked.

"In first year, when I heard about the troll, I wanted to go find her." In a hoarse voice Harry explained. "But Ron complained too much, saying we should just tell a prefect. I stupidly listened to him, and we told Percy. But that asshole Percy just told me she would be fine, and that she was probably in the dorms already. He wouldn't listen to anything I said, and when I tried to run off to the bathroom anyway, he petrified me and dragged me to the common room. Because of Percy, that bastard, and Ron, Hermione died that night."

Clark put his hand on Harry's shoulder in commiseration.

"Because of two bastard Weasleys, that smart, kind girl died. I never got a chance to get to know her like I wanted to. Seeing what could have been with her, Ginny, Luna, Fleur and I makes it all the worse. I never spoke to another Weasley again after that. The only person I made friends with after that was Neville."

"In second year Ginny Weasley must have gotten the Diary Horcrux, because there was a bunch of students being petrified throughout the year. Eventually Ginny disappeared and the message was left on the wall that her bones would remain in the Chamber of Secrets. No one ever found out how to get down there. I never even got to know her because she was 'just another Weasley'. Damn, I wish I'd tried now. I never even got to meet Luna, either. Damn. All because I listened to Ron and Percy stopped me from saving her."

Harry talked as if finally getting the weight off his chest, finally purging the poison from his mind. In Harry's mind, all the horrible things in his life really started getting worse from that one night, that one wrong decision to listen to his then friend Ron instead of doing what he thought was right.

"Things just kept getting worse over the years. I found out about Sirius being my godfather, and that he was innocent. I thought, 'finally, someone who can be family, who can get me out of the hell that is the Dursleys.' But he got caught and kissed by the dementors at the end of my third year."

As Harry spoke, the scenes from his memories appeared on the wall so Clark could see.

"Fourth year I ended up in the tournament. No one was on my side except Neville. I didn't get any training. I barely out flew the dragon, and got the egg. Crouch disguised as Moody gave me some gillyweed so I could stay in the running and fall into his trap at the third task. Did you know the bastards designated Ron bloody Weasel as my hostage? Fucking wankers."

"When the cup transported me and Diggory to the graveyard, Diggory was killed by Pettigrew. They used my blood to resurrect Voldemort. Then, he used the killing curse on me. I died then."

Seeing Clark's incredulous stare, Harry snorted. "Yeah, apparently since I still had the Horcrux in my scar, the piece of Voldemort's soul paid the death toll, and I came back to my body after Voldemort and his Death Eaters had left the graveyard. Unfortunately I was still tied up. But Dumbledore found me later. The bloody bastard probably knew all about the trap and ritual if he knew where to find me. But I didn't put it together until later."

"So I guess without the Horcrux, Dumbledore finally decided to get off his ass and train me. Over the next two years I learned Occlumency and as much battle magic as I could. But Dumbledore had found the ring Horcrux and got himself a flesh rotting curse. He died at the end of my sixth year."

"Serves him right, but his timing sucks." Clark commented.

Harry just nodded in agreement. "Dumbledore died and Voldemort took over the ministry. Everyone was panicking. Me and Neville decided we had to have some kind of base for the resistance. So we took over Hogwarts and encouraged everyone to join us. Not too many did at first. Not until the ministry came out with their Muggleborn Camp idea. Sounded too much like the Nazi Holocaust camps back in World War 2. Wouldn't be surprised if that's where Umbridge, the bitch, got the idea. So all the muggleborn and most of the light families gathered at Hogwarts to avoid being taken one at a time."

Harry paused for a moment to think about his last year. "Throughout the year we basically waged guerilla warfare. I think Riddle thought that since he captured the ministry, everyone would just roll over for him. Idiot."

Clark couldn't help but darkly chuckle along with Harry. Voldemort was an idiot.

"Moody was our war director, and with Dumbledore gone, there was no one telling him to 'give them a second chance', or 'they can be redeemed, we can't kill them, it would make us as bad as them.' So we started using Voldemort's own tactics against him. A strike team would attack his supporters in the middle of the night. Blitzkrieg in through the wards, kill them, and get out of there before reinforcements came."

Harry faintly smiled in remembrance. "I tell you, it felt good to finally get some payback from those scum. Unfortunately we lost Neville to a trap Lucius Malfoy set. I killed Malfoy as payback for Neville a few days later." Harry savagely grinned at the memory. "But, about a week ago Voldemort finally got tired of losing his supporters one by one. So they besieged the castle, and finally broke in earlier today." Harry sadly shook his head at their loss.

Clark sat there in silence with Harry, contemplating what he'd learned. The walls of the common room started wobbling and shimmering out of solidity.

Harry looked around at the destabilizing room. "Well, looks like this is about the end for me. Thanks for listening, Clark."

The room dissolved, and Clark was back in the Great Hall, crouched in front of the ruined body of Harry Potter.

Harry looked at Clark, and despite lacking a tongue, carefully spoke. "I just wish we could go back and do it again and get it right this time."

"Granted." A voice came from behind Clark. Before he could spin around and figure out who just spoke, darkness overcame Clark's vision.

Clark woke up to the sound and motion of a running train. Looking around, he saw he was alone in a compartment. The door and blinds were closed. Getting up from the seat, he noticed he felt smaller than he should be. Looking at his faint reflection in the window, he looked like he was 11 again. Well, then. That's interesting.

He was dressed in Hogwarts school robes with no color, indicating he hadn't been sorted yet. Looking around a bit more, he saw a trunk on the luggage rack with his name on it. In his pocket was a wand. Even more curious-er.

Doing a quick check, Clark determined that he still had his solar battery charge, so he had his Kryptonian abilities. That was comforting. He was still uncomfortable about the time he'd been changed by the chaos spell and lost his powers. Feeling vulnerable in the middle of vampire country had sucked. Running through his magical abilities, Clark determined that he still had his metamorphmagus ability and full control of his magic. Seems like the only thing affected was his age.

Clark decided he would go through the trunk with his name on it later. For now the most important thing was to determine if he was the only one de-aged and put on the train. 'Wait, was it only being de-aged?'

He pulled out his wand and cast the time/date charm. 11:15 a.m. September 1st, 1991. So, he was on the Hogwarts express on his way for the first day of school for Harry? Thinking back to the last thing that happened before he blacked out, he thought he had an idea. 'First though' Clark thought, 'Check to see if I came back alone or not.'

While levitating his trunk behind him, Clark left the compartment and started moving down the train to see if his friends had joined him. After several compartments, he moved to another car, and immediately spotted an 11 year old Pete who was also checking compartments.

"Yo, Pete. Fancy meeting you here!" Clark laughed.

"Hey, Clark. Man, am I glad to see you. This is Twilight Zone trippy, I'm telling you." Pete responded.

"No joke. Let's see if we can find the girls first, then we'll talk about it."

"Sure, sure. I can wait a bit to find out why we're on a train. And 11 again. No problem." Clark laughed again at Pete's discomfort. "Give me a second to get the trunk with my name on it. And we'll go on down the train."

Nodding in agreement, Clark and Pete soon continued down the train. In each car they came across they found one more member of their group. Clark insisted they continue on, checking compartments to see if they could find little 11 year old Harry Potter. He thought it likely Harry had come back too.

When Clark found Harry in one of the last compartments, he saw him sitting with Ron Weasley. He could see that Harry was barely tolerating the talkative Ron, so he decided he would intervene. After getting the rest of the group into an empty compartment that they expanded a bit to fit, Clark burst into Harry's compartment.

"Hey, Harry, we made it!" Clark exclaimed as he opened the door. "We got a compartment just a bit down the way, so why don't you join us!" Levitating Harry's trunk, Clark pushed him out of the compartment and down to theirs before Ron could say anything. Despite being confused at who he was, Harry went along with it because he really didn't want to continue sitting with Ron, and he was curious who this was. This didn't happen the first time through on his first train ride to Hogwarts.

Closing the door to the compartment Clark turned to Harry. "Nice to meet you under better circumstances. Clark Kent." And Clark held out his hand which Harry limply shook.

"This isn't a dream? Just how did we come back?" Harry asked.

"Introductions first!" Clark cheerfully exclaimed. "The last time we all met things were a bit…messy. So you haven't met the gang yet. These two lovely ladies are my amazing girlfriends, Lana Lang and Chloe Sullivan." Clark got twin kisses on the cheek. His girls were awesome. "Here is my wonderful cousin, Kara Kent. This is my best bud, Pete Ross. And his wonderful girl, Emily Dinsmore. And this, is Harry Potter, everyone."

Everyone did the shaking of the hands, and polite greetings.

"Okay, introductions are over. I've got a theory on how this happened." Clark started. "When I was in Sunnydale I learned a bit about demons and vampires and whatnot. There was one type of demon, called a Vengeance Demon. From what I gather, there are a bunch of them, and each of them have their own…territory, so to speak. Like one vengeance demon will focus on scorned women. Another will focus on lost orphans, etc. I'm not entire sure how it works, but they seem to derive personal power from granting wishes. And the last thing you said was something along the lines of: 'I W-I-S-H we could do it all over again, and do it right this time'. And then we heard a voice say 'granted' in that deep demony tone."

Clark looked around at the group to gauge how they felt. They seemed to be tracking. "By the way, avoid using the w-word from now on. You never know who is listening or what might result from an accidental wish. Sometimes these wishes end up as monkey paws wishes, twisting what was wanted by using the literal meaning to give what the wisher didn't really mean."

Harry looked nervous. "You think this is whole situation is going to go bad? It can't be worse than what I had before!"

Clark bopped him on the head lightly.

"Hey! No challenging fate to one up itself around my girls!" Clark demanded of Harry while his girls giggled. "I'm not trying to be pessimistic about finding ourselves 11 years old and in the past. I'm just trying to warn all of us to find other ways to express ourselves than to use the w-word. That way they can't use our words against us in a moment of inattention."

Clark was happy to see everyone agreeing to be careful.

"Clark, it seems that whoever granted the wish wants us to go to Hogwarts with Harry." Chloe stated while pointing out their robes and trunks as evidence. "I for one am interested in attending. I mean, if we're stuck in the past as 11 year olds, it would be interesting to go. It might be fun."

"Is there any way to reverse what's happened and get ourselves back to being our real ages?" Emily asked. "Not to mention if we're here, what will our families do when they find us missing? Or are there two of us now in the past?"

"Those are very good questions. In a bit I'll go check on our family's situation, and come back with a solution to that." Clark answered. "As to reversing the spell, I don't know of any way to do that." Clark wasn't willing to mention out loud about how breaking the vengeance demon's totem of power will revert the wish. If the demon was still hanging around there was no reason to make it hostile by expressing a desire to rob it of its power. And they don't even know what the demon looks like, let alone what its totem was, making the task prohibitively difficult.

Besides which Clark felt a sort of brotherhood for Harry after his Halloween experience. He wanted Harry to have his second chance to not live such a nightmare life. And after seeing what might await Harry if he played his cards right, namely his relationships with Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and Fleur, it was only right for Clark to not mess it up for him. Good friends don't cockblock their friends, after all.

"I know I got the memories of a magic user from Halloween, but this situation is outside their experience." Clark smoothly continued on. "So I think we're stuck in the past. The only way out is the long way of growing up. Besides which, after seeing how horrible Harry's past future was, we would be poor friends if we didn't help him out here." Clark claps his hand on Harry's back in solidarity. "With all of us watching his back, he's got this in the bag."

Suddenly reminded of the results of the bloody war, everyone joined in on expressing that they would be there for Harry. Clark noticed how much it meant to him. Good, it's about time Harry got some allies that will help him and not hinder.

They were interrupted by the door opening. Clark looked over and saw a girl with wild bushy brown hair standing at the door.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost his." She asked.

Looking over out of the corner of his eye, Clark noticed that Harry was stuck in an emotional feedback loop, unable to settle on what to say for the moment. This just would not do. Clark gave Harry a strong shoulder nudge. "Nope, haven't seen a toad. But Harry here was just about to stretch his legs, so he can help you look."

"Oh, thank you. You don't have to, though, if you don't want to." Hermione stated quickly. From what Clark could gather, Hermione was in a state of desperate hope for friends while conflicted with her fear that Hogwarts would be just like her other schooling, and everyone would hate her.

"Oh, uh, no. Er..That is, I mean. I don't mind helping you." Harry stammered as he got up to join her.

"Well, I've already checked every compartment in this car, so we can move on to the next one. Are you going into your first year? I am too. I'm so excited to be learning magic. I'm the first one in my family, you know. Oh, where are my manners! I'm Hermione Granger, pleased to meet you." Hermione rambled as Harry joined her outside the compartment.

When the door shut, closing off the sound of their conversation, snickers broke out among the group.

"Oh dear. Harry was being quite shy, wasn't he?" Emily joked.

"Poor guy, he's not going to be able to get a word in edgewise." Pete laughed.

Clark had shown them a lot of the memories of the Harry Potter he'd gotten from Halloween, so everyone was aware of how close those two could become, and everyone was rooting for him. "It looks like they are off to a good start." Clark laughed.

"So, since we're stuck in the past, where are we going to live when we're not at Hogwarts?" Kara asked.

"Good question." Lana commented. "I have some family here in England, but going to them would raise more questions than we need about how we got here."

"Did anyone look in their trunk yet?" Chloe asked from out of left field. "I mean, they just appeared with us from out of nowhere, so maybe there's something there for us…" She trailed off speculatively.

One by one they checked their trunks and found that there was a letter for each of them detailing where their summer accommodations would be. Apparently a large house had been set aside as their summer abode so they would all be together. Convenient. Suspiciously convenient. Should they look this gift horse in the mouth?

Clark also discovered that everything he had on him at the time he'd been wished back in time was in his trunk. At Clark's urging, everyone soon had their communication pieces out and placed in their ears again so they could remain in touch at any time.

"I'm going to fly back to the states real quick to check on our families and to touch base with Jorv so he knows what's going on, so he doesn't do something drastic if he stumbles across us accidentally." Clark told his friends. "I'll be back soon." Clark got a farewell kiss on the cheek from Chloe and Lana. It's good to be him.

Opening the window, Clark disillusioned himself, and then flew out the window. Orienting himself, he soon opened up full throttle on his way home.

On arrival near the Kent home, Clark used his abilities to scope out the joint, and saw that his past self as well as the gang were in school. He quickly flew over to Metropolis to check on Chloe, and saw she was there too. Good, at least that part of the past wouldn't need too much extra work to remain the same. As much as he wanted to help Harry, he also didn't want to mess up his timeline in order to do it.

Nodding in satisfaction, Clark turned north, and sped his way off to his Fortress of Badassitude. Upon arrival, Jorv first scanned him to determine that yes, there were two Clark Kents. Clark then spent the next couple of hours updating Jorv on his past timeline. It was amazing how much information a Kryptonian with super speed and superfast thought processes could convey to his super advanced A.I.

After giving Jorv the update on what was happening, they began planning on how to ensure his timeline remained the same. Jorv would keep quiet about the situation, not letting the younger Clark know about it, until it was time to send Clark and the rest of the gang back in time to help Harry. When the younger Clark and Crew traveled back it would stabilize the time loop, allowing them to move forward past the loop.

So until then Jorv would be setting up everything needed for that jump to the past. Clark had spent a bit of time imputing everything he learned from Bulma and the alternate Harry Potter into Jorv's database. This way Jorv could have a time machine ready for them as well as prepping a way to regress their ages so they would go back as 11 year olds. And finally, they figured out a way to copy Harry Potter's memories of his disaster past that almost ended in death for everyone.

When they arrived in the past they would sneakily add those memories to the 11 year old Harry Potter to keep the loop intact and help Harry move forward. As bad as it sounded to traumatize an 11 year old like that, in their defense, after Harry assimilated those memories, he would no longer be a traumatized 11 year old. He would be a traumatized 17 year old. So that made it all better.

At least then he would have friends and a few girls who wouldn't mind helping to heal the poor broken lad. Aww, who is Clark kidding. With everything that would now be going for the young man, Harry was going to cause envy and jealousy wherever he goes. 'Meh, not my problem if haters gonna hate.' Clark laughed to himself.

With everything set up with Jorv to make sure his timeline was good, it was time to do what Clark had been putting off for so long. To ensure that while Clark was over in Scotland he had good communications with Jorv, it was time to put a satellite up in orbit. Which meant that Clark had to go up into space.

Intellectually, Clark knew that Superman could survive in space without a suit. And unfiltered access to the sun's rays would power him up good. Clark knew all this, but he still had that mental hang up from living his previous life as a normal human that "Space = Bad".

It's like in the movie, The Abyss, where they had the super oxygenated water that would allow a human to breathe water. The idea in the movie was that if there was water on both sides of the suit, the water pressure wouldn't be trying to pop the little bubble of air, or something along those lines. But the scene where the little mouse and then the humans first started to breathe the water always stuck with him. They would panic at first, thrashing about because the body knows that "Breathing Water = Bad".

It didn't really matter that intellectually they knew they'd be fine. And similarly, Clark knew with his solar charge, he would be fine in space. But he'd been putting off the first flight into space because of that niggling fear in the back of his mind. Due to the necessity of a communication link with Jorv, it was time to put his fear to rest.

It wouldn't do for him to let a little unease turn into a full blown phobia. That would be as stupid as Superman having a fear of heights to artificially slow down his full use of his powers for "reasons".

Oh wait, that's been done before. What a stupid idea for pointless, manufactured drama.

Throwing those silly meta thoughts to the back of his mind, Clark picked up the case of satellites. They were pretty small. Each satellite was the size of a baseball. Not bad. Jorv almost demanded that as long as he was going to put a couple satellites up, there was no reason not to go for full coverage of Earth. Clark couldn't disagree with the A.I.

'Up, up, and away!' Clark thought as he flew straight up. 'Okay, that joke fell flat.' He punned. 'With humor the pun will never end.' Clark thought towards the fourth wall, laughing at all the hate that was probably flowing. 'Hate of the pun will lead to the dark side. Love of the pun will probably do the same, though. At least we'll have cookies.' He consoled himself.

Looking down at the beautiful view of the planet for the first time while floating unharmed in space, it was a wondrous moment for Clark. He took a mental snapshot of this moment and this feeling. He wanted to remember this feeling of awe at the beauty, majesty, and sheer size of creation.

Clark knew that in the comic book world of DC, Superman was a Big Deal, one of the top dogs. But sitting here, looking at the enormity of the world and everything it contains, and knowing that this was just one small planet among countless stars and planets and galaxies, Clark didn't feel like a Big Deal.

In Clark's mind, to be a Big Deal, meant to have a huge impact on people's lives. In the comics Superman and the rest of the Justice League were so busy saving people, being visible, and making a difference that they became Big Deals. Talk shows, governments, businesses, school kids, adults. Everyone was interested in them. Everyone wanted to know about their lives, their hobbies, their opinions.

And in Clark's mind, you can't live like that for long without it shaping your opinion of yourself. You would eventually begin to see yourself as a Big Deal. Eventually you start to believe that your opinion matters more than most because you are a Big Deal.

Clark knew there were some DC stories where in some realities the Justice League becomes the fascist dictators over humanity. They begin to limit humanity in what technology they can have access to. They set curfews and morality laws. They govern over the human race as if they are gods. They have forgotten that they themselves are human.

And that whole mess is another reason why Clark wants to stay away from the spandex brigade. The only people that Clark wants to be a big deal for are his family and friends. They are what matter to him. The people two states over or two countries away don't need to be involved in his life like he's some celebrity, or a moral arbiter. He doesn't know or care about their lives, why should they care about his?

This attitude of distancing himself from people he doesn't know wouldn't stop Clark from helping someone in front of him who were having a hard time, or who were in danger. Clark isn't that heartless. But there's only so much one man can do. Choosing how to spend his time and energy is every man's prerogative. And Clark doesn't feel like listening to the pissing and moanings of naysayers telling him he's doing it wrong.

All these ideas, thoughts, and feelings passed through Clark's mind as he gazed down at the Earth and felt like he was just a small part of the vast cosmos. He had his place in life with good family and friends who loved him. He liked that in this life he had the scientific and technology advantage with Jorv to secretly push the human race forward over the next decades. As he improved the planet and humanity as a whole, it would create a better home that was well defended for his family to live on.

And he loved that he had the power, both physical and financial, to have that freedom to do what he wants. Why would he then decide to abrogate other human's freedom by becoming a dictator when he loves his own freedom so much? He's not enough of a dick for that.

Spinning around in circles and loop de loops just for the heck of it, Clark then made his way back to England. There was one more thing to do before rejoining his friends.

Floating outside the Ministry of Magic while disillusioned, Clark was casting spells to detect what defenses were in place. Alarms to go off when non-ministry users cast magic and rune based locking spells.

'That's it?' Clark thought. 'Well, it is a public government office, can't have anything too nasty, I suppose. It makes sense then of how in the books a bunch of fourth and fifth year students easily got in. All the Death Eaters had to do was disable the locks and detection spells, and let the prey wander into the trap.'

Right as Clark was about to make his move, he stopped and bopped himself on the forehead. 'I'm making this too hard on myself. Duh. Alternate Harry got all of Riddle's memories. Riddle had a Death Eater in the Department of Mysteries, so he knows all about it.'

Clark quickly reviewed the memories of the ministry and DoM. With that knowledge in the forefront of his mind, Clark easily slipped past all the locks, alarms, and wards.

A few minutes later, Clark was floating in front of the cabinet holding the Time Turners. Should he swipe them all? Or only take a few?

Looking at the log detailing that there were three time turners checked out, two to Dumbledore and one to the head of the DoM, Clark decided he would swipe them all and replace them with conjured fakes. That should keep anyone from learning of the theft until it was too late to use a time turner to go back and look at who was committing the theft.

Seeing as Clark could detect no one hanging around watching him through his Kryptonian senses or magic, he decided it was the right decision to make. And it would help prevent anyone from mucking around too much with time. At least more than the Vengeance Demon had already done. Clark didn't want his life to end in a time loop because someone decided to be a busybody about his group's activities.

After placing all the time turners in a box into his bag that he'd put an expansion charm on, Clark made his way to the super secret DoM Library. All the books, tomes, and knowledge that the DoM researched was stashed there. Looking at the huge library, Clark shook his head in dismay at the huge job ahead of him. Good thing he's so quick.

Clark began duplicating all the books in the library, stuffing the copies into his bag. He and his friends would sort this all later.

The last stop Clark made was to the item storage. All the magical items the DoM or Ministry confiscated went there to be studied and kept out of the hands of the common wizard, witch, or muggle. Looking at the enormous expanded space, Clark was impressed. The ceiling of the storage facility was about thirty feet high, and it went back for what looked like miles. The shelves were packed with boxes. A few of the boxes closest to him had "Warehouse 12" stamped on the side. Further down the row were some boxes labeled "Warehouse 13". Huh, who knew?

There was just too much here to sort out the useful items from the drek. Clark decided he'd come back later. Before leaving he made a copy of the catalogue books so he could decide what he'd get when he came back to the storage facility.

After using his purloined Time Turner, Clark rejoined his friends on the train and filled them in on what was going on and how they would handle the time loop. Everyone was quite relieved that things would work out okay and that they wouldn't have to worry about their family while they had their seven year adventure/vacation.

It was also a bonus that by tomorrow they would all have access to Jorv and his database again so they could continue learning while stuck in boring classes at Hogwarts that they'd already covered. So, business as usual.

A little later Harry rejoined them with Hermione and Neville in tow. Clark and his group's easy acceptance of the two made them quite happy that they wouldn't be going into school all alone.

A couple hours later a young Draco Malfoy with his two lackeys made his arrogant appearance. From how Harry verbally ran circles around Malfoy and made fun of him, Clark could tell that Harry still carried a huge grudge against all things Malfoy.

Clark just smiled and let Harry take care of his own business however he wanted. Clark at least had memories of a Harry Potter that didn't let the name Malfoy survive very long. Whereas this Harry had to suffer Malfoy for six years and lost some good friends to the bastards. Clark felt it was only right to let Harry vent his spleen.

They soon arrived at the Hogsmeade station, and followed Hagrid to the boats. Clark sat with Chloe and Lana. Kara joined Harry, Hermione, and Neville. Pete and Emily ended up in a boat with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot.

As they crossed the lake and saw Hogwarts all lit up at night, Clark simply enjoyed the view. He then looked at his girls, and saw how entranced and happy they were to be here, having an adventure. Even if that adventure was simply going to school. A magic school.

Clark sat back, enjoying being able to watch Lana and Chloe have fun.

The introduction by Professor McGonagall went as normal, with the witch presenting herself as a stern no nonsense educator. The ghosts did their usual scare the nervous firsties schtick. And finally they got to the sorting.

Clark was wondering where the hat would put him. Should he demand a specific house?

As Clark was pondering that, Hermione was put into Gryffindor. And then it was Clark's turn. 'Let the dice fall where it may.' Clark decided to let the hat decide his house for him.

When the hat was put on, Clark could hear the hat's voice in his head. [Interesting. Very interesting.]

When the hat didn't say anything for a bit, Clark got a little impatient. 'So, where-' he started to think.

[Shhh.] The hat interrupted. [Let me finish all these fanfics you've got in your head first.]

Clark sighed.

A few moments later the hat spoke again in his head. [Thanks. That was fun.] "Ravenclaw!" The hat finished out loud.

Clark blanked out for a moment. Wasn't he supposed to have a conversation with the hat about his past, his plans, which house he'd be best in, or at least…talk a bit? Clark felt a little gypped to be honest. Oh well.

Clark took his place at the Ravenclaw table.

Kara soon joined the Gryffindors at their table. Lana and Chloe got themselves sorted into Ravenclaw with Clark. Pete and Emily went into Hufflepuff. Harry, Hermione, and Neville joined Kara at the Gryffindor table.

After the feast Clark sent a message over the communication device that they would meet up the next morning before breakfast to do some planning. Kara would let Harry know. They had had a long day, and it was better they all get some sleep for now.

The next morning Clark got up early and gathered breakfast for seven from the house elves before meeting everyone on the seventh floor. They got the Room of Requirement set up for a meeting and planning session for after they ate breakfast.

The first thing after breakfast that they did was to go into more depth of the history of Harry and alternate Harry. This way they had a timeline and list of tasks to do to demolish their enemy before the war could even start.

One of the tasks that Harry was not willing to wait on was easily solved by Clark by sending orders to Jorv to send a drone with a shrunken trunk to Azkaban. Sirius was stunned, shoved into the trunk, and flown off to recover from his stay in Azkaban. Jorv meanwhile left a Human Form Robot to be the body double of Sirius in his cell in Azkaban.

Harry was happy that his godfather was safe and free from Azkaban for now. They had decided that they would follow the timeline of the alternate Harry for the first year, for the most part, until the Horcrux could be taken out of Harry's head, care of the shade of Riddle. That way Harry could gain all the knowledge of Riddle and they could be positive about their intel in this world.

The locations of the Horcruxes, the enslavement of the Black sisters, and the duplicity and manipulations of Dumbledore were all things that could be the same in alternate Harry's universe as this one. Or they could be vastly different. That was the nature of alternate universes, after all.

By leaving the HFR of Sirius Black in Azkaban for now, they could keep as few variables as possible from popping up. And this way Sirius would be safe from anything shady happening to him when it was finally time to bring Pettigrew to the DMLE. They weren't going to leave Pettigrew free to sit in the same room as Harry and Neville, after all. They would be capturing him the following night and replace him with a rat until it was time to turn him in.

After the planning session had ended, Harry turned to Clark with a question on his lips. "How much should I let Neville and Hermione know? I mean, Neville and I became good friends. He was just as good as me with magic once he replaced his wand in second year, and he was a good, loyal friend. It hurt when I lost him to an ambush from the Malfoys. And telling Hermione she died in her first year in a lost timeline? Could she even handle that information? But keeping all these secrets from my friends feels…wrong."

Clark moved over and patted Harry on the shoulder in reassurance. "It would probably be wise to wait a bit, to solidify your friendship with them first. Cause in this timeline you've only just met them. If someone came to you with such a wild story on the second day you knew them, you would likely freak out too." Clark paused to let Harry think about it. "But it's your decision when you want to bring them in. We'll support you, and them."

The rest of the group chimed in with their sentiments of support for Harry, which reassured him that everything would be alright.

When they finally finished the planning, they relaxed for the rest of the time and played with the Room of Requirement. They tried to find the limits of what it could make. Thanks to Kara's memories, everyone got to see what her and Clark's home planet of Krypton was like. They were suitably impressed, as was Clark. He'd only been on planet for a few weeks before it was destroyed, and he was just a baby. So he didn't remember too much about it. So being able to see the planet and some of the cities as they were was a sight worth remembering.

After a good night of sleep to keep everyone's days and nights synced, they used the time turners to go back to the morning of September 2nd to join the rest of the students.

Over the next two months Clark and the rest of his group made good friends with Neville and Hermione. Unlike all the other students, they had no problems affiliating with students not from their house. Especially since they have been friends for so long. Any time they weren't in class, they were hanging out. With pretty much everyone in the group easily able to finish assignments without nagging, Hermione never had to put herself in the "nagging them for their own good" mind set, and was able to be relaxed amongst her new friends.

As the week to Halloween counted down, Clark could tell that something was bothering both Hermione and Neville. They seemed a bit jumpier, and would often times go into long quiet contemplation as they stared at nothing with increasing frequency as Halloween approached.

In the Great Hall at the Halloween feast Clark saw Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table with Neville and Kara on one side, and Hermione on the other. Clark smiled to himself at how protective Harry was looking of Hermione on this night.

When Quirrel made his poor drama performance of an announced troll and then fainted, Clark noticed that Hermione and Neville fainted for real. Very strange. Using his communicator, Clark had the group stay back at the Gryffindor table to protect their unconscious friends while Clark went to hunt a troll.

As Clark sped off, making sure no one saw him, he pulled a large sword out of his expandable bag. He'd had Jorv make the sword out of advanced alloys to look like Guts' Dragonslayer sword.

He soon found the troll in the bathroom that Hermione would have been in if Ron's insensitive mouth had been allowed to run itself earlier that day. Clark held the sword in two hands for better control, and while floating behind the troll, he swung the sword over head at the troll. It felt awkward and his swing hit the ceiling. Oops. Thankfully the advanced build of the sword that Jorv made held up to the damage Clark put it through, and he successfully sliced into the troll's back before the momentum stopped.

Shrugging at not killing it in one hit, Clark pulled the sword free as the troll bellowed and spun around. Thinking that the next time he wields a sword he's going to practice beforehand, Clark aimed for the troll's mouth, and stabs the sword up and through its head, killing it.

Looking at all the green blood everywhere, as well as the incredible stink, Clark realized maybe he went a bit overboard. Looking up at the deep gouge in the stone ceiling Clark thought he may have been focusing more on what looks cool, and not what is efficient in dispatching the dangerous creature. Now that he tested it, swinging a nearly six foot long sword around in tight quarters isn't the best way to go about this particular task.

'Oh well, this is why I'm trying things like this out with opponents that aren't too dangerous. Maybe a sword more suited to my size? I'll have to go take some sword lessons sometime anyway.' Clark pondered as he cast a cleaning charm on his sword before putting it away.

Pulling out a trunk, he enlarged it and levitated the troll inside the trunk. He wasn't going to leave a troll for Snape to turn into potions ingredients. It might be petty, but the dour spy and useless teacher didn't deserve any consideration from Clark.

After cleaning up and repairing the bathroom, Clark sneakily made his way back to the Great Hall to rejoin his friends. Seeing that Hermione and Neville were awake again, and looking around the Hall like they hadn't seen it for a long time, Clark was happy everyone was safe. Clark stood nearby after greeting everyone and gave a subtle thumbs up to them that the troll was taken care of.

Hermione then stared at Harry intently. "You knew about the troll, didn't you?" She stated, sounding like she already knew the answer.

"What?! No, of course not!" Harry's shifting eyes and stuttered voice didn't sell his lie very well.

"Don't give me that!" Hermione snapped. "I've been having dreams the past week about crazy things happening in the future."

Neville's muttered "You too?" was picked up by Clark and Kara due to their sensitive hearing.

"But I was only able to watch events happen, I couldn't interact with anyone." Hermione continued, rushing her words out almost without breathing.

Clark looked around for anyone who might be eavesdropping. Seeing no one, but not willing to take a chance he cast anti-eavesdropping spells around them. That should do until they get to a more secure area.

"Tonight when Professor Quirrell burst in and announced the troll, I suddenly remembered everything! Earlier I should have been crying in a bathroom stall, when the troll came in and k-killed me. But you punched Ron before he could say anything and made sure I was at the feast. You remember too, don't you!" Hermione finished, almost shouting. She started sobbing, and Harry wrapped her up in a hug to comfort her.

Clark interrupted before Harry could say anything. "Let's move this discussion to a more secure area." He suggested. "You come with too, Neville. I'm sure you want to hear what's happening." At Neville's solemn nod, they all got up and made their way to the Room of Requirement, carefully avoiding the teachers still about.

When they got settled in, with Hermione sitting on a couch next to Harry, Harry began his tale. He told the highlights of his last life, with all the tragic points. When Hermione heard how Harry tried to help her in their past life, even trying to run off by himself before being stopped by Percy, Hermione glomped him in a hug.

Hermione soon explained her reaction. "I remember everything about how I died all alone, killed by that troll. It seemed as if no one cared about me. Then I seemed to be a spirit, not really a ghost. I couldn't interact with anyone, I could only watch what was happening. I saw a conversation between Professors Dumbledore and Snape about how Professor Quirrell cast a compulsion spell on me to stay in that bathroom. That I was to be part of the distraction to the Professors while he attempted to steal the stone. Those, those horrible teachers knew he was there to steal the stone and they did nothing to stop him from killing me!" She bitterly cried.

The realization that the authority figures she looked up to the most in school did nothing and let her die seemed to hurt her deeply.

Hermione then told them that from her perspective she seemed to follow Harry around a lot over the next seven years. She noticed how much he changed after that Halloween, and hoped that meant that he somehow cared about her. It was horrible feeling like she was forgotten and no one cared about her.

Harry was quick to reassure her how much he regretted not being able to help her, and that she was the reason he never spoke to a Weasley again after that night. She was never forgotten. It took a while to calm Hermione down from her heartbreaking emotional rollercoaster.

Harry picked up his tale, talking about it for Hermione and Neville's sake. Hermione and Neville had somehow woken up memories of the past timeline earlier that Halloween night. As Harry spoke, Hermione and Neville occasionally added or corrected some things that Harry told.

The three Gryffindors sharing their memories from the past time line seemed very cathartic for the trio. The shared misery lightened the load, and made them realize all the more that they had a second chance in front of them, with people that cared for them. And they weren't going to give up the opportunity.

When they had wound down, Clark suggested they sleep here in the Room of Requirement for the evening, and spend tomorrow going over all their plans so that Hermione and Neville would be up to speed.

The next morning the first thing Clark did was to have the Room of Requirement make a passage to the kitchens so he could have the House Elves provide them with some breakfast. Those elves were very accommodating.

After everyone had eaten and taken care of their personal needs, Clark rehashed what they had already gone over at the start of the year. He went over the history of Harry as well as alternate Harry and reviewed their plan of attack.

Neville, with his wizard born and raised perspective raised a few key points that they had been unaware of previously. They soon modified their plan accordingly.

By dinner time everyone was exhausted, either mentally or emotionally, if not physically. It had been another long day with many revelations and discussions. Hermione had to come to terms with the fact that if not for this group of friends, she would be dead the previous night. Neville had to adjust his worldview to include things beyond the wizarding world, and there were many shifts from what he'd always taken as truth about how life and society was. Harry was endlessly glad he'd gotten his best friend Neville back, and he now had a chance to get be totally open with Hermione and get to know her better.

The group used the time turners after dinner and snuck into their beds to rest for the night.

Now that Hermione and Neville were fully aware of everything that the group planned, Clark decided they could kick up the training a notch. Clark and Neville snuck out the next day, on Saturday, to go to Diagon Alley and get Neville a new wand.

Now that Neville had seven more years memory of life and magical training, he wasn't the shy little Gryffindor he used to be. His personality was still somewhat reserved and laid back, but he was much more assertive and strong willed than he was previously.

Hermione and Neville were both given a communication device so they could always communicate with each other, join the others in their studies during certain classes, and coordinate meetings and training. Hermione especially felt she was so far behind the others because while she'd been able to watch what was happening for seven years, she had been unable to practice or study on her own.

It took some work from the whole group to convince her that they would never leave her behind and she didn't need to study 24/7 to catch up. She was part of this group and she had no reason to prove herself, they accepted her as she was. Hermione finally calmed down and returned to her previous attitude of studying because she loved it, not because she was frantic to prove her worth to the group.

The occlumency lessons that Clark was giving the group seemed to help Hermione relax her frantic need to catch up. When she found out that after a certain level of proficiency she would be able to build a mind palace and have perfect recall, she was ecstatic. She would no longer have to re-read her books several times to memorize everything. Only needing to read the material once would give her so much more time to do what she loved: to learn.

The group continued to use the Time Turners to add extra days of learning and training. Sometimes they would use the extra time for just relaxation days, spending it on beaches relaxing or playing. Downtime was important so they didn't burn out.

Clark noticed that because of the way the group had been split up among the houses, Kara ended up gravitating towards Neville, and to a lesser extent Harry and Hermione. Prior to Halloween, Neville had hung around Harry more than the two girls, due to his shy personality around the girls. But after Halloween and the remembrance of his past life, Neville was a much more mature and solid presence among the group.

Kara especially seemed to appreciate Neville's new maturity, and found his personality comforting. Clark hadn't expected Neville to be able to interest Kara previously because of the differences in their mental ages. But now that they were both about 17 in 11 year old bodies, they seemed to mesh well. Judging from Harry's memories about how reliable and loyal Neville had become, Clark didn't have any problem if Kara decided Neville was the man for her. Only time would tell if that would actually happen. But hey, they will have seven years of schooling in close proximity, so Clark was betting that it would happen.

The Christmas break snuck up on the group, and everyone was happy for the break. Hermione and Neville especially were happy they could spend the break with their family. It felt to them like a lifetime since they had spent time with their family.

When Clark heard them mention that, he suddenly realized that he'd neglected to extend help to one of their group's family. He had Jorv bring in a couple of HFRs so they could accompany Neville to St. Mungos to scan his parents, to see if there was anything they could do to help them recover.

When the scans came back that it would take some months of careful rejuvenation therapy to help them, but that they could regain their mental faculties, Neville was overjoyed. The HFRs took the place of Neville's parents while his parents were sent to the base that Jorv and Clark had built in England for their treatment and recovery. Neville felt it was better to avoid mentioning the whole thing to his Gran until they were better. He didn't know if she could handle the wait if she knew they could recover. By the summer time Neville should be able to reunite with his parents.

Harry was happy to spend time with his Godfather, Sirius. While Sirius had been recovering, Clark had authorized Jorv to pass Sirius a communicator so he could talk and get to know Harry before they spent a Christmas together. They had briefed Sirius on what they had planned, since as the future Lord Black he would be able to throw in his political and monetary might into their corner of the ring for any changes they enacted. Sirius had been all for the "extreme pranking" of the wizarding world that screwed him over so much. Clark supposed that the prankster part of Sirius' personality would never die.

During the Christmas break Clark, Kara, Lana, Chloe, Pete, and Emily were missing their families off in America. But they were happy to meet up with the rest of the group's families and spend time with them.

On Christmas day, strangely enough, Harry didn't receive his invisibility cloak from Dumbledore. There was a lot of guesses among the group as to why that was. The answer everyone decided was most likely was that because Harry had made such a large group of friends and not exhibited what should have been a "meek and downtrodden" attitude that Dumbledore could manipulate, Dumbledore didn't want to give Harry such a useful tool to use to get out from under his thumb. But that was only a guess.

After Christmas it was simply a waiting game for when Quirrell would be able to get through the traps so Harry could have his confrontation with the shade of Voldemort and get the Horcrux removed and attain the knowledge of Riddle.

Midway through January, Clark remembered that sometime soon Quirrell would start killing unicorns in the forest, if he hadn't started already. This put Clark in a bit of a dilemma. Clark put the question to the group as to whether they should stop him from killing unicorns and just wait until he got through the traps. No one really wanted to sit back and let the unicorns die, that was just evil. Just by being there and doing things different the timeline had already changed. So there was no reason to sit back and let murders be done in front of them when they knew it would happen.

Clark had Jorv create some drones that could follow the unicorn herds. When Riddle attacked any of them, the drones could use a hard light hologram to look like centaurs to drive off the possessed body in order to save the unicorns.

They realized that this change, of driving Voldemort away from the unicorns, might make a huge change of how long Quirrell's possessed body could last. They might not get the confrontation at the end of the traps between Harry and Quirrell/Riddle at this rate. So they decided to move the time table up.

First, Clark slipped in to the "obstacle course". Using his knowledge of magic, and his Kryptonian abilities, it was quite easy to avoid the traps and delays. He easily made it into the room with the mirror, and brought out the philosophers stone. Clark scanned the stone with his spells as well as a probe.

Using the information from his scans, Clark was able to create a facsimile that would look like the stone, but have none of the properties. That way, if something went wrong, Voldemort would not be able to steal the real stone. Clark hid the real stone away with Jorv at one of their bases.

Next they dropped "hints" through conversation with each other around Quirrell as to how to get past Fluffy. By the middle of February everything was set for the confrontation. Quirrell was looking like he would start falling apart anytime, so it would probably happen soon.

Due to the alternate Harry's memories, the group knew about the Marauder's Map. No one had any problem with confiscating said map from the Weasley twins, and leaving them confounded about just how or when they lost said map.

On the fifth of March, through the Map, they saw Dumbledore making his way to the front gates. Through Jorv's probe they confirmed that the Headmaster mounted a broom and flew off toward London. Not even a half hour later, they saw him pop back up in his office, presumably by floo. The group could only shake their heads at how obvious his games and manipulations were now that they were aware of it. Honestly, flying a broom to London as the venerable Headmaster, Chief Warlock, and Supreme Chancellor, er…Supreme Mugwump that is, when he could just floo?

Next Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Kara put on their performance after they saw the Quirrel/Riddle dot on the map enter the third floor corridor. McGonagall as expected brushed them off. The four man party then followed Quirrell/Riddle through the traps while Clark, Lana, Chloe, Pete, and Emily waited outside in stealth in a nearby deserted classroom on the off chance that Quirrell/Riddle made it back out. They watched what was happening on the map.

The moment the four man party made it into the potions riddle room, Clark, watching the map, saw Dumbledore making his way leisurely towards the third floor corridor. Clark looked around when that was pointed out. Everyone was fuming at the old man games.

Clark continued to watch the mirror room as the drama played out. Eventually Riddle left Quirrell behind and passed through Harry. Success.

Dumbledore passed through the trap rooms quickly, gathering the group and retrieving an unconscious Harry Potter to be delivered to the Medical Wing.

The next couple of days passed slowly for Clark and the group as they waited for Harry to be finished cataloging the memories he'd received from Riddle's horcrux. It seems the training Harry received over the past year and in his previous life were put to good use, because Harry took half the time alternate Harry had taken. And they found out later in private that Harry had gone through all the memories, not just a few key ones.

When Harry was finally released from the Hospital Wing Prison, they had a celebration to attend in the Room of Requirement. After playing around a bit, and having a nice meal, it was time to get down to business.

Harry looked around at the group that made such a huge change in his life this past year and couldn't help but be grateful for the changes already made. Clearing his throat, Harry began. "To make it short, from Riddle's memories compared to alternate Harry (even Harry had started to refer to the memories Clark got from Halloween as alternate Harry) everything is pretty much the same. We've got the locations of the horcruxes and the Black sisters were enslaved."

Clark nodded. "Well then, aside from going over Riddle's memories in more detail to fine tune the plan, I'd say that Operation Cleaning House is a go for this summer. Neville, after we get the book horcrux from Malfoy, you are free to announce to the world that Frank and Alice are back."

Neville nodded gratefully. He'd already had a few conversations with his parents. They still weren't all there mentally, but by summer time they should be.

"Harry, at the same time you can send Pettigrew on to the DMLE. Malfoy will be neutralized by the time news gets out and unable to make trouble while we get Sirius free legally."

Harry nodded in affirmation. He'd really wanted to be the one to take out Malfoy again, but realized sometimes you just can't get everything you want.

Now that they had confirmation that Narcissa and Bellatrix had been enslaved in this world, Jorv had the order to get Bellatrix out of Azkaban the same way he'd gotten Sirius out. Once Neville found out earlier in the school year that one of his most hated people was likely a slave that was so bound by compulsions and slave magic that she couldn't even think straight, he had had to adjust his outlook on many things. It was difficult for him, but he assured them he wouldn't hold anything against her because of what she was forced to do while enslaved.

"Anyone have anything else they'd like to add or adjust to the plan at the moment?" Clark asked everyone. The group all seemed content with the plan as it stood. "Well, then, let's enjoy the rest of the school year, hunt some Horcruxes, and get ready to kick off the Wizarding Revolution!" Clark raised a glass in toast.

"Viva La Revolution!"