Okay... A little disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, in part or whole. I own nothing in relation to Harry Potter or Smallville. JK Rowling and... whoever produces the TV series Smallville... are the true owners of everything. Me? I'm just someone who enjoys writing, as well as enjoying both these fictional universes. So there you have it. I own nothing.

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"I'm telling you, Clark, the way you're pining over Lana isn't healthy!" Chloe Sullivan stalked after the tall black haired young man as he stomped through the barn at the Kent farm, scowling and trying to look busy. "Yes, she's got a new boyfriend! It's not the end of the world!" At those words, Clark Kent stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around to face the petite blonde, who just managed to skid to a stop before plowing into him.

"He's not right for her!" Clark snarled, his jealousy coming off him clearly for the first time since finding out about Lana's new love interest. At the arched eyebrow, which was Chloe's response to that outburst, he immediately backtracked, looking down at the ground and closing his eyes. "Sorry…" He mumbled. "That was uncalled for."

"Yeah, a bit." Chloe nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her pretty face. "How did it feel?" Clark looked up at her, confusion edged in every line of his handsome face. "Letting it out? Blowing off a little of that steam that's been building up inside you for the past 3 weeks?"

"What steam?" Clark asked indignantly. Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Oh please!" She drawled. "Don't even try that one with me, Clark. I know you. You've been stomping around ever since finding out about Lana's new guy, brooding and piling up your resentment like a steam boat with a plugged up vent! Even the Queen of New Orleans would bust a few gaskets from all that pressure!" Clark looked to be about to retort. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, opened it again, and then clenched his jaw and whirled around, stomping along the barn, his mood even more sour than before.

"I don't brood!" He grumbled under his breath.

"No, you sulk." Chloe shot back. "Like a perturbed 5 year old." Clark stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face Chloe. The blonde girl was standing there, her arms folded and her chin raised a bit in defiance, almost as if she was daring him to object to her last statement. Clark was in no mood for this.

"I've got a lot of work to do." He said in a level voice. "So if you don't mind…" He indicated the door with a slight movement of his head. Chloe narrowed her eyes at him. Damn him! Why the hell did he have to lock himself away like that?! Giving a little scoff of annoyance, she made for the door of the barn.

"What is it with you?!" She exclaimed as she stopped and whirled around to face him, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "Why can't you accept the situation as it is?!"

"I'm not having this discussion with you, Chloe!" Clark grumbled and picked up a wooden crate, which had been nailed shut, as easily as if he were lifting a tennis ball, and moved across the barn with it.

"Oh, 'cause I wouldn't understand, is that it?!" Chloe shot back, stalking after him, her anger coming off of her in waves. She grabbed him by the arm and tugged, ignoring the fact that she may just as well have been trying to rotate the entire Chrysler building; if Clark didn't want to be moved, nothing short of a head on collision with a fully loaded super train at top speed would budge him. Clark let her spin him around to face her, growing tired of this whole thing. "I understand a lot better than you think, Clark Kent! You're wounded! You're hurt that she would choose someone else over you, because you've loved her from the very first moment you laid eyes on her!"

"Chloe…" Clark tried to inject, a tired tone to his voice.

"No!" Chloe cut him off savagely, her eyes sparkling uncharacteristically bright in the streaming sun through the barn's open door. "I'm not finished! You are going to stand there and listen to what I have to say, because it's important!" Clark didn't know what to think of this outburst from his best friend. To be quite honest, it unnerved him a little. He actually staggered back half a step from the onslaught of Chloe's intensity, his grip on the crate in his hand faltering from the shock. His fingers slipped and the crate fell to the floor, its wood cracking from the crate's weight. Chloe jumped in surprise at the sudden noise of something breaking. It sounded like there had been something fragile in that crate; the emphasis being on the past tense. Clark groaned as he stared down at the cracked crate. Spilling from the broken opening were several shards of broken plates.

"This will make me popular at the dinner table." He grumbled with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Chloe bit her lip and flushed as she shrank back in on herself a bit.

"S- sorry…" She whispered, feeling horribly guilty. Clark crouched down and started examining the damage. The moment he moved the crate, more debris slid out of the crack, which was larger than it had initially looked. Clark heaved a tired sigh, knowing what would happen when his parents found out about this. He pinched the bridge of his nose, seeing the inevitable scene playing before his close eyes. Chloe bent down beside him, getting down on her knees to examine the damage. She winced at the sight. Some of the stuff that had broken and slipped out of the crack in the crate looked very old.

"That's my grandparents' stuff." Clark sighed as he looked back at the mess. "Or rather… that was my grandparents' stuff." He picked up a piece of a broken plate and examined it before tossing it back in the rubble. "Great. Just perfect."

"Clark…?" Chloe's voice sounded strange to Clark's ears; bordering on a mix of curiosity, apprehension, and even a hint of fear. Clark looked over at his friend, only to see her staring down into the rubble with wide eyes. "What's… that?" She asked hesitantly. Clark followed her gaze to the mess of broken crockery and saw something lying underneath the strewn pile. It looked like a framed picture, only… He blinked and took another look at it. Did something in the picture just move?! "Did you see that?!" Chloe exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder and pointing at the picture with her free hand. "Something moved! There; in the picture!" Clark nodded slowly, staring at the picture. There was indeed something moving in it. He reached out and cleared the rubble away from the framed photo, careful not to touch it. Who knows what this could be. It could be something meteor related. And if so, there was no way he was touching that frame till he knew exactly what they were dealing with. When the framed photo was revealed, Clark's eyes went wide at what he saw; and beside him, Chloe gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth in shock.

The framed photograph showed a small group of people… and yes, they were all moving! There was a tall, kind looking older man, with very long silver hair and beard, who was smiling warmly and standing next to an older and slightly stern looking woman who was giving a small smile as well. Both of them were standing behind a pair of beaming girls in their pre-teens who were both holding a plaque of some sort before their chests and showing them off to the camera; almost like an award. Even more peculiar, was the way the group were dressed. The older man and woman wore dignified ornate robes and pointy hats on their heads; almost as if they were a wizard and a witch, and the girls wore matching black robes over school uniforms of a white blouse, a grey sweater vest, a plaited skirt, white knee high socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. Beside the older man, stood a tall handsome man, who looked to be in his late 30's, with sandy blond hair and rugged features, and wearing black robes over his suit. Clark's eyes were fixed on this man. He knew him! The likeness this man displayed to his own father was uncanny!

"Chloe…? That's my grandfather…" Clark whispered, staring at the moving image of the man. "I know it is… Look. He looks exactly like my dad…" The lack of feedback from Chloe at this revelation struck an odd cord within Clark. "Chloe…?" He said as he turned his head to look at his friend. Chloe's face was white as chalk as she stared at the photo, her eyes wide with shock. "Chloe? Are you okay?" The blonde girl slowly removed her hand from her mouth… her lips were trembling as she stared at the photo.

"M- mom…?" She finally managed to whisper. Clark frowned in confusion and looked down at the photo again. His eyes fixed on one of the girls in the front; a beaming blond haired beauty who… Clark's jaw sagged in shock. Images of the first time he'd met Chloe back in the 8th grade came flooding back to him; the way the ends of her shortish blond hair had stuck up at odd angles, her brilliantly sparkling eyes… and the smile! He would never forget that beaming smile as long as he lived. And here he was, looking at a photo… a very strange, moving photo… and he was seeing that exact smile on another girl; a girl that looked remarkably like Chloe, down to the strange sticking up ends of her blond hair.

"Nononononono…!" Clark hurried out of his mouth as he grabbed Chloe's hand, who was reaching for the framed photo on the barn floor, stopping her from touching it. "We don't know what this is. It could be something meteor related and…"

"That's my mom, Clark!" Chloe cried out, her breathing ragged. She yanked her hand out of Clark's grip and quickly reached out for the picture again. Clark grabbed her hand again, keeping her from reaching it. "Let go!" She snapped and tried to yank her hand out of his grip. "I want to see it!" When Clark's grip didn't budge, Chloe reached for the frame with her other hand. Clark caught the movement a fraction too late and just as Chloe's fingers curled around the frame to grab it in a firm grip, Clark's hand shot out at super speed and grabbed the other end of the frame at the exact same time as Chloe's hand made contact.

It felt as if the world had just been lurched to the side. Both Chloe and Clark felt a sharp tugging sensation behind their bellybutton and as Clark cried out in shock and Chloe screamed in terror, the ground was yanked away from under their feet and they were left weightless, their hands fixed tight on the framed picture, as if they'd been glued on with super glue, and everything around them hurtled past them in a blur of white and grey at a speed usually reserved for spaceships on Star Trek. It was as if they were being hurled through space.

"STOP!!!" Chloe screamed, her terror coming through loud and clear in that one word. Clark looked at her and saw her face, tear streaked and scared. She looked at him and there was so much fear in her bright green eyes. "STOP IT!!!" She whaled. "LAND!!!" It registered in Clark's brain that she thought he was doing this; that he was flying off with her to scare her out of wanting to see that photo.

"IT'S… NOT… ME!!!" He managed to yell over the rush of wind that tore at them as they hurtled through… well, whatever it was; he had no idea. "I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING!!!" The impact of his words showed on Chloe's face. Her fear multiplied a hundred fold. She could see the truth of his words in his eyes. He'd never been able to lie to her. Even when he was protecting the secret of his powers and his not-of-this-earth-ness from her, he'd never been able to fully pull of the little white lies he'd told her. Clark wasn't doing this! He wasn't in control of this little joyride! All of a sudden, there was a flash of light that temporarily blinded them, and the next instant, Chloe and Clark hit the ground rather hard.

"Chloe?!" Clark called out in panic, jumping to his feet as fast as his super human speed would allow him, and scanning the area for her.

"Clark!!" Chloe's terrified yell of his name made him whirl around to find her trying to stagger to her feet behind him. He was instantly at her side, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Chloe clung onto him for dear life, literally shaking in his arms.

"Are you okay?" His voice trembled a little as he whispered these words to her. Chloe managed a little sound in the back of her throat like she was trying to stifle a sob and nodded vigorously. Clark pulled back and cupped her face in both his large hands, looking at her intently. "Are you sure?" He asked her, his worry for her evident. Chloe's tear streaked face felt warm in his hands. Chloe bit her lip and sniffled, nodding again. Yeah, she was alright; physically, at least. Mentally, though… That was another matter altogether. She hadn't been this scared since the last time some meteor freak had made it their mission to kill her in the goriest way imaginable. And even that paled in comparison to this! Clark brought her into his arms again, holding her tight as he let out a shaking breath of relief. Chloe sniffled again, her fear subsiding as the feeling of security and comfort took over. It felt good being held by him. She could stay like this forever. Just wrapped up in his arms; his firm and fit body pressed up against her… "Uh… Chloe…?" Clark's confused voice shattered the moment, dragging her kicking and screaming back to reality. She resisted the urge to groan in frustration. "Where are we?" This question of Clark's brought Chloe back to full state of alertness in an instant. She disentangled herself from his arms, much to the bratty part of her self's displeasure, and looked around.

Wherever they were, it was definitely 'not' the Kent farm! The place had somewhat of a forbidding air to it. There were high trees all around them, with trunks as thick as a house and huge canopies that reached high up into the sky, blocking out much of any kind of light; making it a rather dark and ominous looking place. There was a layer of mist slithering along the ground… And then there was the quiet; the overwhelming lack of sound that seemed to permeate the entire place, and adding to the overall sense of danger that this place radiated.

"Okay…" Clark mused carefully as he looked around. "Weird factor 8?"

"At least." Chloe replied quietly, her eyes taking in as much as she could of this ominous place at once. "Okay… Not to sound all cheesy or nothing but… I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Clark." Chloe added. She wasn't trying to be funny. This was her way of dealing with the fact that they had just gone through something that was so far off the weird-o meter that it wasn't even remotely funny.

"No kidding." Clark replied, running a hand down one of the trees. "There are no forests like this anywhere near Smallville as far as I…"

"OI!!!" Came a deep booming bark off behind them, cutting off Clark's words. Both of them jumped with a gasp, startled out of their minds, and whirled around to see who was there. A great big shadow stood at the base of one of the massive trees. It looked like a hulking figure of some sort. It started moving, advancing toward them on two massive legs, its stride determined and quick. "Wha'the ruddy 'ell're you two doin'in'ere?!" The barking voice came again. It was coming from the massive form that was advancing on them. There was an accent to it that Clark couldn't place, but he moved closer to Chloe, maneuvering himself slightly in front of her in case this thing… whatever it was… got violent. The hulking form stepped into to a dim light and stopped dead in its tracks. It was a man! A great big hulk of a man! Clark would have guessed his height at around 8 to 10 feet tall! There was a mass of coarse dark hair on his head, so long that it ran down passed his shoulders and down his back, and most of his face was obscured by a tangled equally coarse beard that reached almost down to his belt. What little that was visible of his face showed rugged skin and two beetle black eyes that were scrutinizing the two of them. He had hands the size of trashcan lids and his feet were so big that he could have crushed a small to medium sized dog with one stomp. He was wearing some sort of skin overcoat, but even so, Clark could see that his frame was so big and massive that he looked to be made almost entirely out of muscle. This was definitely no ordinary man!

"Definitely not in Kansas anymore…!" Squeaked Chloe, in a trembling voice, from behind Clark; clutching onto his jacket.