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A Harry Potter/Smallville Fanfiction

superguy

Author's Note: For a long time now I've been searching for a fanfiction that crossed the worlds of Harry Potter and Smallville because I'm a big fan of both. I found a few, but they weren't really what I was looking for in terms of plot line and character development. So, I decided that I'd write one myself. This may be a daring leap on my part, but this fanfiction is meant to entertain and a lot of thought has gone into the story and character interactions. All legal rights are recognized, and the characters are the property of their creators.

Chapter One:

Kings Cross

Lex Luthor was a very busy man. Among his many obligations were running his own industry, Luthorcorp, quieting financial complainers and putting up with his always prying father, Lionel Luthor - just to name a few. But the only thing he felt obligated to at the moment was sleeping.

Sitting in his own private jet was an unappreciated luxury for Lex. He could easily pull out his cellular phone and order a jet to pick him up on the spot - weather permitting of course. The cool air conditioning and wonderful leather smell were almost an everyday thing for the young man. So it was no big surprise he should fall asleep on a four-hour flight to England.

Resting his head against the seat back, he had slowly reclined the comfortable seat and allowed himself to doze off. On normal occasions he would never be caught doing such an act - the threat of being drugged by a predecessor was too great. But there was no one on this jet besides himself and the pilot.

"Excuse me, Mr. Luthor?"

And the flight attendant, he thought bitterly to himself as he rolled his eyes before opening them. He couldn't seem to get a break, could he?

Smiling slightly to appear polite, Lex acknowledged the pretty flight attendant's presence.

"Yes, what is it?"

The young woman - no older than twenty-one, stared at him for a moment as if just noticing something about him. Then, after a quick blink of the eyes, continued.

"Uh...we're making our final descent into London in five minutes. The pilot just wanted to let you know. Is there anything I can get you before we land?"

Lex shook his head. "No, thanks."

The woman nodded and started back towards the front of the jet. Lex noticed her eyes dart back to him before she slipped behind the black curtain separating the mechanics of the jet and his own quarters.

She did it, he thought to himself. Sitting up, he gave a small smile and a flick of the eyebrows. But then again...They always do that.

That, referring to the curiosity of the flight attendants. After all, it wasn't every day that they got to wait on a man that had been bald since he was seven.

But not all of them awoke him from dreams of defeating his father in a financial war. He had to give her that. He couldn't' complain, though. The dream would be a reality after his trip to England. Provided, his investors were won over, that is.

Lex was a businessman. A good one, he liked to think. And now, he was hoping to play his pawns across the chessboard just right to give him the upper hand over Luthorcorp. He and his father had been battling over power ever since he could remember. Who had the most money? Who had the most stock? It was all a game to Lionel.

Well, it wasn't to Lex. He took his investments seriously. And the one he was on his way to make was of the important variety.

The pilot's voice came over the intercom, the usual static accompanying it.

"We are making our descent into London. Please acknowledge the seat belt light has been lit and thank-you for travelling with us."

Lex chuckled as he fastened his seat belt. He didn't know why this particular pilot always added that last line. Who else was he going to fly with? It was his private jet after all. He guessed if it made the pilot happy...

The roar of the engines slowly got louder, making the seats vibrate with it. This was always the moment of truth for Lex. Would the jet land safely? Or would he crash to his doom the way that his father was always secretly hoping he would?

Everything slanted as the nose of the jet dipped down, coming in to the landing strip. Lex gripped the arms of his seat tightly. He hated this part the most. But, his nerves were in vain once again. The landing gear made smooth contact with the tar strip and the jet shot down it like a speeding bullet.

The intercom came on once again as the jet slowed to a gradual stop.

"Mr. Luthor, welcome to England."

The many joys of being in a new country greeted Lex the way they always did. One of the big ones was the feel of the air. Not many people noticed it, but it was cooler than back in the States. Perhaps it was because of all the rain England had been getting the past month. But, either way, Lex was happy to get into his reserved limousine and start off towards his destination.

The driver looked up at him in the rearview mirror, tipping his hat. This reminded him that the voice of the pilot would probably be the last American accented voice he'd hear for a while. In his experience, someone who sounded British usually sounded intelligent. This was not always the case. Lex could see hints of New-York-taxi-driver in this man sitting in the drivers' seat and nodded. Despite the culture change, Lex thought to himself, everyone's the same.

"Kings Cross?" the driver stated more than asked, making sure he had the right man.

Lex nodded, running a hand along the back of his head the way some men ran their fingers through their hair. "Yes, Kings Cross please."

The driver watched Lex for a minute or two more, then focused on driving. "You don't sound like you're doing too good."

Lex shrugged. "The climate change. Doesn't help me much."

The driver chuckled and drove on. In a few minutes Lex would be on his train, preparing to make a million or so more dollars. That would be the most fun he'd ever have on a trip to England.

Lex was pleased that he wasn't in the limousine very long. He was right. The driver was just like the ones from New York.

"Thanks," he said as he leaned forwards to talk to the man. "You're going to be picking me up after?"

The man nodded.

"I'll be here."

"Good."

The station was busy. Lex wasn't sure if it was busier than usual or just plain busy. But he was sure that he bumped into five or so people while on his way to get his ticket. The booth selling them was like an island in the middle of a great storm of people and trolleys.

Shoving his way through the sea of people, he finally made it to the ticket booth, resting a shoulder on the countertop as he reached into his jacket pocket with the other. His wallet was there amidst his passport and plain tickets assuring him that the jet was indeed his - or his father's. He liked to call it his because it made him feel powerful. He was.

"Buying a ticket?" the woman at the counter asked through the hole in the plexiglass window.

Lex nodded. "Actually, I have one reserved for the 11:00 train."

The woman nodded, brushing some hair out of her face as she turned to the computer to her right. After typing on it for a moment, she turned back to him.

"May I have your name please?"

"Lex Luthor."

The woman nodded and turned back to the computer. She typed the name into the machine and frowned as a beeping noise was heard.

"I'm sorry, are you sure that's right?" she asked as she leaned closer to the window to hear him better. "Did you say Lex?"

Lex shook his thoughts for a moment and grinned, something he didn't do often. "No, I'm sorry. You probably have it reserved under Alexander Luthor. That's actually my whole name."

The woman smiled and turned again to her computer and typed it in. "Ah yes," she started after a moment, "Alexander Luthor. On a business trip I suppose? The way you're dressed. All decked up."

Lex nodded. That was all he had to do. He didn't want to go into too great detail about his business affairs to a complete stranger, so left it with the nod. The woman took his ticket from the dispenser beside the monitor of the computer and ripped it in half, giving him the acceptance half.

"There you go. Your train will be straight down that way at platform ten. You can't miss it."

"Thanks." Lex replied as he stepped back into the crowd and off towards his train.

It wasn't there yet. He found himself standing before platform ten with nothing to do. He was after all early. He prided himself in being that way. Who knows what would have happened if he'd missed his train? His father would have mocked him forever...

Suddenly a loud screech was heard over the crowd and Lex frowned. The piercing noise hit him like an arrow going straight to his ears. What in the world was that? It sounded unlike anything he'd ever heard in a station before. More like an animal than the sound a wailing child would make -

Looking up, he spotted the source of the noise. Two boys were making their way towards where he stood, pushing two identical trolleys before them. On the top of one of the trolleys was - Lex couldn't believe his eyes - a snowy owl!

"What in the world..." he muttered to himself as he watched the two boys. What were they doing with a caged animal at a train station?

The boys didn't notice his staring because a man wearing what looked like robes a magician would wear came up behind them suddenly. He had longer, brown hair and a brushed it out of his face as he addressed the two boys.

One - the one with the flaming red hair - grinned as the man gave him a pat on the back. Lex caught part of their conversation as they continued to move towards him.

"...Ready to get onto the platform?"

"Yeah - get me away from my mum." the red headed boy said with a grin. The other boy - Lex guessed his friend - with dark, ebony hair and the owl chuckled.

"She still bothering you?" the man asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"When does she not?" the red head said with a smile.

"Oh well, you two better hurry up and get onto the platform. It's almost time to board..."

The boy with dark hair and spectacles nodded and stopped his cart abruptly along with the red head.

Oh great, Lex thought to himself, lowering his eyes. They're riding on my train. The joys of London.

Looking back up, he noticed that the man who was with them was pulling something out of his robes. It appeared to be a stick. More like a twig with a perfect point. What in the world...?

Then, a loud crack was heard and the man was gone.

Lex blinked. What? Where in the world had the man gone to? He was right there - Lex could have sworn it...

"Alright," the dark haired boy said as he nodded to the red head. "Let's go."

Lex stared on in amazement as the two boys started charging at the barrier between platforms nine and ten with their trolleys. He stepped back as they ran towards him - thinking they were nuts. What were they doing?

Then, as he anticipated the crash of their trolleys into the barrier, they disappeared. Just like the man did before.

"What?" he started, stepping towards where the boys had been. "What?!"

Where did they go?

Lex was sure he had imagined the whole thing. Snapping out of his thoughts, he quickly grabbed a woman and held her before him.

"Did you just see -"

The woman fended him off, whacking him with her purse.

"LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW YOU RUFFIAN!" she yelled as she stomped on his foot and stormed off.

Crouching to the ground, Lex rubbed his sore foot. Perhaps that wasn't the most professional thing to do to a woman especially in a country where he was an alien...

Then he spotted it. Before the barrier was a stick looking object, close to the one that the man had pulled out of his robes.

Making sure that no one saw, Lex grabbed it and held it in his hand, close to his chest so that no one suspected he was stealing....

A twig.

He had to chuckle. What was he doing, picking up twigs from the floor?

What would people think?

About to put the twig back on the floor, Lex jumped as the end of the twig emitted sparks. The purple flashes vanished quickly, only a memory.

For the first time in his entire life, Lex was abandoning his mission. It didn't matter to him how much money he was losing because something amazing had just happened. Despite the yelling of the plump woman, he was sure he had seen what he had seen. The man disappearing and then the two boys disappearing into nowhere, leaving the twig object behind.

Pulling out his cell phone, he flipped it open and dialed the number for the limousine.

After a few rings, the driver picked up.

"Hello?"

"Yes," Lex started. "I will be needing a ride back to the airport. Something's come up and I must get back to the States immediately."