And now for the Disclaimers that is now 2/3 complete, which as you know, I couldn't place in Hidden Heritage to avoid spoilers. There's one particular source that I still can't reveal, though I will say that character I borrow the ideas from in the source show is a lot like Superman in many ways. Anyway, I do not own Harry Potter, Superman, or anything affiliated with the novels, comics, or movies. Harry's owned by Scholastic Books, JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and I'm not sure who all else.

Superman/Superboy is also owned by Warner Brothers as well as DC comics, the family of Jerry Siegel, and I'm not sure who all else. I know that even DC has had trouble with the rights for Superboy off and on for quite a while. I don't know most of the specifics or when it started, but I do know that the TV show based on Superboy that was good but got cancelled because of the lawsuit. Anyway, the point is that I really hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

Title note: Just to warn you, the title alone spoils a bit more than I like, but this was the first one that came to mind when I got to a certain part in the basic outline I drew up for the story and it just fits too well. And please, no Star Wars jokes.

Author's note: Welcome to the first school-based chapter in my "Harry Potter and the last son of Krypton" series. That's right, I'm using the original name for "Hidden heritage" after all. Kind of fits as the name of the series as a whole, don't you think?

Anyway, here we are with Kal-El/Harry's first year at Hogwarts. I have no idea exactly where this story's going from here except that it will only loosely follow canon in at least certain parts as it'll have at least some of the same situations but with my own twists and eventually spin off into something completely different. Still, it should be fun to find out, huh?

I was going to have this be a direct continuation of Hidden heritage, but I decided to leave that as it was and just make this one of at least 7 sequels since Hidden heritage had little to do with his time at Hogwarts but instead revolved around the revelation of his Kryptonian heritage while this starts mixing the two in.

And I appreciate the Reviews I got for Hidden Heritage. Yes, even yours, Mariann. I consider it mostly constructive criticism… which is always welcome… and I especially appreciated you pointing out the British terms I messed up on. I'm a little surprised I didn't get more wrong.

As for the part that wasn't necessarily constructive, it was well put and I at least appreciate that you didn't get nasty about it. You are of course welcome to your opinion and I will respect it. I especially appreciate anyone that added me to their Favorite Authors and this series to their Favorite Stories lists. Anyway, hope you all enjoy reading this as I did writing it.

In Elseworlds, heroes are taken from their usual settings and put into strange times and places, some that have existed, might have existed, or should have existed and others that can't, couldn't, or shouldn't exist. This is one of them.

Harry Potter and the Phantom Relic

By Lucas Harrell

Chapter 1

It was rather late when the train pulled in to the station at Hogwarts. The quartet slipped into their robes before it stopped and got off the train. Outside, most of the students were heading towards nearby carriages and a huge bearded man was booming out "Firs' years this way."

The man stopped in front of the four friends. "I'd recognize features like those anywhere," he said, "You must be the youngest Weasley boy, Ron." Ron nodded, but was a little frightened at the man's size to be able to say anything, as were Harry, Neville, and Hermione.

"Yep, this our little Ronniekins all right," one of the twins said as they joined the group.

"You sure we can't ride with them?" the other asked.

"Yeah, because we're afraid ickle Ronnie is going to fall off the boat and drown," the first twin said.

"And then mum would kill us," the second one said.

"And we wouldn't want almost half of this generation of Weasleys cut down in Ronnie's first week, now would we?" the first twin finished.

The twins antics broke the tension and they all laughed. Harry extended his hand to the big man. "I'm Harry Potter our friends Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger," he said.

"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, the Keeper of Keys and Groundskeeper of Hogwarts," the large man said, taking Harry's hand and shaking it so hard the boy felt like Hagrid was going to pull his arm off. 'Have to remember to have my power on when shaking his hand from now on,' he realized.

"Your folks were always kind to me," Hagrid said, indicating all three young boys. "So if you need anything, just come visit me and I'll do my best to help you. I live in the hut near the Forbidden Forest. Same with you of course, Hermione. Any friend of theirs is a friend of mine."

"We appreciate that, Hagrid," Harry said.

The four joined Hagrid in a tiny little boat. They were afraid at first that it would capsize, but even given his size, it stayed upright as they glided across the water. When they saw Hogwarts for the first time, their collective breath of the group was taken away, it was such an amazing sight.

They quickly reached the dock in front of the castle and carefully climbed out of the boat with Hagrid's help. Once all the first year students were out, they followed the groundskeeper into the school and up a flight of stairs before he called them to a stop and disappeared through the door.

Ron was telling his friends about some of the horror stories the twins had told him about the Sorting ceremony when a voice rang out. "Hey, Potter." Harry casually looked over his shoulder to see Draco Malfoy walking up to him. Two idiotic thugs flanked him on either side. "I've got a bone to pick with…"

Draco was cut off with a whimper as Harry spun around and he found himself with a wand right in his face before he could even get anywhere near his wand. Hermione and Ron were also quick to pull their wands and had them trained on his flunkies before they could do anything. Neville followed suit a second later.

"What was that, Malfoy?" Harry asked, "You and your idiot buddies wanted to show me up for the stunt that you pulled in Madam Malkins? Because I could use a little target practice to polish my dueling skills on." To prove that he didn't fear Malfoy or his goons, he put his wand back in his pocket.

"My dad will hear of this," Malfoy threatened.

Harry laughed. "Is that the best you can do yet again?" he asked, "Dear old Lucius is going to come after me. Ooh, I'm really scared. Too bad for you I've got plenty of witnesses to attest to the fact that you came at me in a threatening manner and I reacted in self-defense yet again.

"You're lucky I'm excited enough that I'm feeling generous or I could call an honor duel right here and now, especially with the way you talked about my mom last we met," Harry said, "Now get out of here before I decide to do that anyway."

Draco's eyes widened as he realized what Harry could indeed call for an honor duel and given his opponent's quick reflexes, he knew he'd be dead before he could even get off the simplest of curses. Muttering, he backed away from the group of friends.

Luckily for both Harry and Draco, a stern looking older woman picked that time to come out the door. Introducing herself as Professor Minerva McGonagall, she gave them a lecture about how the House system worked before leading them into a huge dining hall.

"Look," some of the students said, pointing up to the ceiling. It seemed to be transparent, showing the night sky.

"It's not really transparent," Hermione murmured to her friends, "It's just enchanted to look like the sky and whatever weather pattern happens to be coming through at the time. I read all about it in Hogwarts: A history."

"Bet you did," Harry said with a smirk. With a playful scowl, Hermione smacked him on the arm before turning their attention to heading down the great hall..

The students came to a stop near the end of the middle two of the four long dining table and Professor McGonagall walked forward to stand beside a stool that he a strange looking hat sitting on it. A tiny little wizard came up and handed her a scroll. Before she could say anything, the Hat opened to reveal a mouth and sang.

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty
But don't judge on what you see
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me

You can keep your bowlers black
Your top hats sleek and tall
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be

You might belong in Gryffindor
Where dwell the brave at heart
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart

You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you've a steady mind
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands, though I have none
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

"When I call your name, step forward and we'll Sort you into your House," Professor McGonagall called out once the Sorting Hat finished it's song, then started reciting names off the list.

Each student came forward and sat on the stool and McGonagall would put the Sorting Hat on their heads. Sometimes it called out their House immediately while sometimes it mulled it over before calling it out. Draco's thugs, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were two of the quicker ones, going into Slytherin.

When her name was called, Hermione was shaking with nervousness as she stepped forward, her friends patting her on the back. She sat down on the stool and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.

"Ooh, you're a tricky one," the Sorting Hat murmured softly so only Hermione could hear, "You're highly intelligent, have a very subtle cunning streak, are hard working and very loyal, and brave but not so much you'd go into situations blindly.

"You'd do very well in any of the Houses, but I believe you'll do especially well in… GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat finished. Most of the students clapped politely, especially the Gryffindors as she took off the Sorting Hat, handed it to Professor McGonagall, and headed to the Gryffindor table.

Of the four friends, Neville was next. "Hm, you're intelligent, loyal and hard working, and brave in your own way but lacking the self-confidence to put yourself forward," the Sorting Hat murmured.

"While you're cunning in your own way, I can sense that you have deep-rooted fear of Slytherin, which in your experience with former students of that House, is at least somewhat understandable," the Sorting Hat said, "Very well then, I believe that the best place for you would be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Neville was so nervous that he got off the stool and took off towards the Gryffindor table without handing back the Sorting Hat. He sheepishly went back and handed it to McGonagall before taking a seat next to Hermione.

Draco Malfoy was called up shortly after Neville. As with his brain dead buddies, the Sorting Hat didn't even have to fully touch his head before calling out "SLYTHERIN!" He traded glares with Harry as he took a seat between his two goons.

Harry's name was called shortly afterwards. "What's this?" the Sorting Hat muttered, "A Kryptonian that can use magic? I didn't think that was possible." It didn't that say aloud to his relief, more like it said it right in his ear.

'How does it know that?' Harry thought.

"There's very little that I don't know, Kal-El," the Sorting Hat said, "And yes, I can see into your mind, though mostly just surface thoughts like those except where it's necessary. And do not worry about your secret. My discretion knows no bounds. Even the Headmaster will never find out your hidden heritage from me.

"But be careful, Kal-El," the Sorting Hat warned, "A threat looms so terrible that not even your amazing abilities alone will be able to help you combat. Trust your friends and watch each others backs, for only together are you can you deliver to the world a brighter tomorrow."

'Uh… Thanks. I'll keep that in mind,' Harry thought. He noticed all the students starting to look annoyed that his Sorting was taking so long. 'Um, I don't want to sound like I'm telling you how to do your job, but I think you might need to get me Sorted.'

"Oh of course," the Sorting Hat said before continuing aloud, "Just as it was with your friends, you are going to be very tricky to Sort. Your great intelligence, subtle cunning, are a loyal and hard worker, and your bravery knowing no bounds would make you great in any House."

'Please put me in Gryffindor, please put me in Gryffindor,' Harry chanted silently.

"However, your deep-rooted bravery would make you best for… GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry let out a long sigh. 'I can't thank you enough,' he thought.

"No thanks are necessary, Kal-El," the Sorting Hat said, again only where Harry could hear him. "But while you should heed my warning, don't forget to enjoy your time here as well. You will only be young once after all."

'I will,' Harry said. He took off the Sorting Hat and handed it back to McGonagall before running down to join Hermione and Neville, who scooted over a seat to make sure the two sat together, and the three waited for Ron to be called.

Ron was one of the last students to be Sorted. To the groups surprise, he was the quickest of the four to be Sorted. "Ha, a Weasley I see," the Sorting Hat said as soon as it touched his head, "I know just what to do with you. GRYFFINDOR!" He handed the Hat back to McGonagall before running to his friends with a whoop.

After Blaise Zabini was Sorted into Slytherin, Professor McGonagall rolled the scroll she had been reading from back up and put it in her pocket before grabbing the Sorting Hat and stool and walking away.

When Professor McGonagall returned, an older man Harry heard his parents speak fondly of named Albus Dumbledore stood up. "Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber, and Tweak." Most of the new students looked at him strangely but it quickly turned into amazement as food started appearing on the tables.

Ron started scarfing down the food about as fast as it appeared. His friends and brothers were used to his lack of table manners, but they noticed him getting disgusted looks from some of the other students.

Harry felt someone watching him from the staff table and glanced up. A pale-looking man with greasy dark hair was glaring at him, though he was holding a polite conversation with another professor who had a turban on. 'Hello Snape,' he thought.

Sirius, Remus, and his parents had told Harry about their school years, including their encounters with Severus Snape. He had been a childhood of Lily's but had denounced her friendship around their fifth year, when he started hanging out with pureblood fanatics.

Sirius, Remus, Wormtail, and especially James had already developed a rivalry with Snape, but this made it even worse. They went from simply picking on him to some nasty pranks, ending with an encounter with a nest of Acromantulas that would have been fatal if Harry's dad hadn't had second thoughts and helped him get away.

They had backed off of Snape somewhat after that, but there was still bad blood on his part. He hated owing James a life debt and it seemed like he was going to take it out on Harry. 'Hopefully I can nip that in the bud or it might get nasty,' Harry thought.

After everybody ate, Dumbledore stood back up. "To all new students, welcome to Hogwarts and welcome back to all returning ones," he said, "Just a few reminders before you head to bed.

"First off, Mr. Filch wanted me to remind you that magic isn't allowed in the hallways," Dumbledore said, "And that there have been almost two hundred magical items that have been banned. There is a list on the House boards showing all the banned items."

"Secondly, as the name suggests, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students unless they're in their third year and taking Care of Magical Creatures class or otherwise accompanied by a teacher or our groundskeeper Hagrid," Dumbledore said.

"This reminder goes out to all the first years as well as certain other students who need constant reminders," Dumbledore said. Harry grinned at the twins, knowing full well that the reminder was aimed at them.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone in at least their second year that are interested in playing for their house teams should contact their Head of House or their team Captain," Dumbledore said.

"And lastly, one of the corridors on the third floor will be blocked off this year," Dumbledore said, "While I'm not allowed to divulge anything further, I implore you not to search it out or you could get badly hurt."

Harry frowned at that. "He's got to know that telling students not to go there will incite them to do the opposite, right?" he asked Hermione, who could only shrug, though she looked concerned about it as well.

"And now for the school song," Dumbledore said, "Pick your favorite song and sing this to it's tune." He waved his wand and words started appearing in the air above the staff table.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Teach us something, please
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees

Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff
For now they're bare and full of air
Dead flies and bits of fluff

So teach us things worth knowing
Bring back what we've forgot
Just do your best, we'll do the rest
And learn until our brains all rot

Most of the students sang it with little to no enthusiasm, but the twins had everyone laughing as they sang it to the tune of a funeral dirge. Harry sang it to the beat of the Aerosmith song "I don't wanna miss a thing" and Ron sang it to O-Town's "All or nothing", both being their favorite songs sang by Muggles.

Hermione and Neville sang the song to tunes that suited them. She sang the school song to the Britney Spears' "Stronger" and he sang to it Lit's "I'm in over my head".

"And now, I bid you good night," Dumbledore said as they finished singing.

Along with the other Gryffindor Prefects, Percy lead the first years to Gryffindor tower. Harry, Neville, and Ron bid Hermione good night before going to their dorm, which they shared with a half-blood wizard named Seamus Finnegan and a Muggle-born named Dean Thomas. After introductions were made, they fell asleep.

The next day, they met up with Hermione and headed down to the Great Hall, where Ron once again made his impression of a pig. His friends ignored him as they looked at the class schedules McGonagall gave them.

"Hmm, we've got Transfiguration right after lunch so knowing how long Ron usually takes to eat, we'll have to hurry after we get finished," Harry said. Ron scowled but they all nodded.

After they finished eating, they headed towards Transfiguration, just barely getting there in time. They all headed in to find a cat sitting on the desk in the front of the room. There were other students there, but they looked just as bewildered as they were. "Where's Professor McGonagall?" Ron asked.

"Don't know, but we'd better get in our seats and wait on her," Hermione replied. They all nodded and grabbed a couple of desks that were side by side.

5 minutes after the bell sounded, Professor McGonagall still hadn't shown and some of the students, mostly Slytherin, were getting restless. "This is stupid," Draco Malfoy said, standing up and heading towards the door. His cronies and a few Slytherins were right behind him. "If McGonagall isn't going to bother to show up, I don't know why we should…"

The students were watching Draco and not paying attention to the cat hop down off the desk and especially didn't see it turn into Professor McGonagall. "Touch that knob, Mr. Malfoy, and you'll have more detentions with me than you'll ever care to count," she called out. The students whipped around in surprise to find that the cat was gone and she was standing near her desk.

"You tricked us," Malfoy said as he took his seat.

"No, I tested you," Professor McGonagall said, "I do this every year to get a good read on the new students. Most of you passed with flying colors, taking your seats and staying in them even when I wasn't here to greet you and didn't seem to show up right away.

"For those who didn't, make no mistake," McGonagall said, peering at Malfoy over her glasses hard enough that he started to squirm. "I will not tolerate rude behavior or other foolishness in this class. If you don't like it… well, you can owl your parents and I'm sure they can get you into another school. Now, onto today's assignment."

They spent the period learning to turn matchsticks into needles. Hermione was the only one able to fully transform it, though Harry came a close second. It was still a little red on the sulfuric end, but he definitely did better than Seamus, who accidentally ignited his match.

Right after Seamus left to go to the infirmary, the bell rang and the class filed out. Malfoy was running his mouth as usual. "She shouldn't be allowed to do that," he was telling one of his thugs, "I think she's getting senile in her old age."

"And I don't think you like being outsmarted," Harry challenged, "Of course, if you wanted to be schooled by your intellectual inferiors, all you had to do was stay home and be tutored. Nobody here will really miss you."

"Yeah, maybe alongside your buddies to keep you on the upside of the curve," Ron said, "Professor McGonagall's cool. You're just mad she doesn't kiss up to you." Malfoy scowled before walking off.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin first years next headed down to the dungeons for their first Potions class. While Snape wasn't there when they first entered, it didn't take long for him to join them. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," he said, "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.

"However, for those select few who possess the… predisposition," Snape continued, "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" Snape concluded loudly. Harry and Hermione both had been taking notes on his speech and took the hint, looking up at him.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," Snape said with a sneer. 'Here we go,' Harry thought with a sigh. "Let's see how well a mere farm boy knows Potions. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"Several potions I believe, sir, including a few explosive ones," Harry said, "But they're most commonly used to create one of the most dangerous sleeping draughts possible, the aptly named Draught of Living Death, the last potion you mentioned in your opening summary."

It was a question for second years, but Harry's extended family had warned him and gave him a few key pieces of information that Snape was known to favor in pop quizzes designed to make at least one new student that was not in Slytherin look like an idiot.

Snape actually blinked in surprise. "Well then, what is a bezoar and where would you find it?"

"A bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a goat that can be used to counteract pretty much all poisons, sir," Harry said. He knew that because he had helped save more than a few live stock that had eaten some bad feed.

"And what would be the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked. It was obvious he was getting very annoyed that Harry knew the answers, especially since he was answering in a polite manner that didn't allow the teacher to take points away from him.

"The name, I believe, sir," Harry said, "It's also known as aconite. It's a plant commonly used in a recently discovered potion that can allow a werewolf can become relatively safe as long as they take it at least once a day during the week of a full moon."

Snape glared at Harry. "I suppose even the son of James Potter knows something about Potions… learned from his mother of course," he said before turning his attention back to the rest of the class.

"Well? Aren't any of you going to write any of this down?" Snape demanded. The class rushed to get a piece of parchment and a quill. He then waved his wand at the board and instructions to brew a potion appeared on it. "The ingredients are in the cupboard. You have until the end of class to finish it."

Though most of the students finished the potion with more than satisfactory results, Snape made up several reasons to drain points from all but his own House and gave everybody homework before sending them off.

After they ate lunch, the two groups of students headed towards Charms. After class, Harry told the others he'd meet them at the greenhouse for Herbology and walked up to Flitwick's desk. "Ah, Mr. Potter," the tiny professor said, "How can I help you today?"

"If it isn't too much trouble, I was wondering if you could help me train to become a good dueler," Harry said.

"It wouldn't be too much of a problem on the weekend, but from what I've heard, you seem to be a good one already," Professor Flitwick pointed out.

Harry shrugged. "I think I'm a good one," he admitted, "But I've only had mum, dad, uncle Sirius, and uncle Remus to help me train but they never really had any formal training in championship dueling styles and they definitely aren't championship duelers whereas I've heard you are."

"I was, but that was years ago," Flitwick said, "Very well then. If you want formal training in championship dueling, I would be glad to teach you. Will it be just you or will your friends join in?"

"They might, but I don't want to speak for them," Harry said.
"Well then, we'll meet here every Saturday," Flitwick said, "But the times will vary from week to week depending on my schedule of course and we might even have to make it a Sunday lesson sometimes. As for this Saturday, I'm free for about an hour around 2. Since it's the first lesson, we'll go over the basics."

"Won't you get in trouble?" Harry asked.

"No since I'm doing this on my own time," Flitwick said, "But since it's technically not school sanctioned, I won't be able to give you points for your performance. And please keep it quiet. I'd rather not have to end up teaching most of the students in the school."

Harry nodded and said goodbye before leaving the class, just barely getting to the assigned greenhouse before class started. It was a somewhat easy class, simply repotting a few simple plants.

When they were heading towards supper, Harry told his friends about Flitwick training him in dueling. Knowing that it would probably help in the future, they all wanted to join in.

The morning of the first years first flying lesson, Neville was sent a Remembrall from his Gran. "The problem is, I can never remember what it is I'm supposed to," he joked to his friends, "In fact, this thing will probably be lost by the end of the…"

As if on cue, Malfoy picked that moment to walk by the Gryffindor table. When he saw Neville holding the Remembrall, he snatched it out of his hands. "What have we got here?" he sneered.

"You might want to give it back, Malfoy," Harry replied, "I doubt you'd want another, even more public showing of just how incompetent you are at dueling, now would you?"

"Or detention," McGonagall added as she joined the group.

Malfoy paled at both prospects then shrugged and gave it back to Neville. "I just wanted a look at it, that's all," he said.

"Then move along, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall said, "Unless you're invited to eat at this table… which I highly doubt… you have no business here." Malfoy nodded and reluctantly stalked off.

"I'd thank you, Professor," Harry said, "But he's the one that needed saving."

"I wouldn't doubt it," McGonagall said, trying not to smile.

After breakfast, the first years gathered in the courtyard. They lined up by class beside lines of brooms. "Now, place your hand directly above your assigned broom and say 'Up'," Madam Hooch said.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Of course she starts with the most basic broom command,' he thought. He placed his hand over the broom. "Up!" he commanded in a firm but gentle tone, as if talking to a pet. It zipped right into his hand. He was the only one it worked for. The others all tried shouting at it.

"How did you do that?" Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. "It was one of the first things dad and Uncle Sirius taught me," he said, "The trick is to treat the broom like a pet, especially a puppy. What's the best way to get a puppy to do something?"

Hermione nodded and turned her attention to her broom. "Up," she said in a tone like Harry had used. Ron and Neville quickly caught on and were finally able to call it to hand and most of the other students followed suit.

Malfoy, however, was stubborn and refused to listen and ended up having the broom come up off the ground and whack him in the face. Fortunately for him, he caught it even while he was rubbing his head so the class could finally commence.

"Now, straddle the broom and prepare to kick off," Madam Hooch said, "But do not do so until I tell you to." The students did as she said. Harry and his friends were delighted when she told Malfoy that he had been gripping the broom wrong for years.

When Madam Hooch blew her whistle, the students lifted off into the air. However, a very nervous Neville immediately lost control of his broom and he went zooming around the courtyard.

Neville ended up slamming into the wall and fell to the floor. When they all rushed over, he was largely unhurt except for his wrist. His friends wanted to go with him to the hospital wing, but Madam Hooch told them to stay put.

"I'll be back shortly but until I do, if you even touch those brooms, you'll be expelled faster than you can say Quidditch," Madam Hooch said as she lead Neville into the castle.

Once Madam Hooch was gone, Malfoy picked something up and tossed it up into the air from hand to hand. "Looks like the big lummox forgot something." he called out with his usual sneer.

Harry realized that it was Neville's Remembrall and stepped forward. "Give it here, Malfoy," he challenged.

"I don't think so," Malfoy said, "In fact, let's see if Longbottom can fetch it from the highest place on the grounds." With that, he grabbed a nearby broom and kicked off from the ground. He hovered a dozen feet off the ground. "What's the matter, Potter? Scared of heights?"

Harry grabbed another broom and started to fly after Malfoy, but Hermione stopped him. "You're not going after him," she said, "You heard Madam Hooch. You'll be expelled."

"I'm not letting that idiot get away with this," Harry said. He straddled the broom and kicked off. He flew right for Malfoy. "There's no Crabbe and Goyle to help you up here, so you might want to give it to me before you get hurt. I'm even better at flying than I am at dueling." He knew this from past experience, as he had never really needed help from his extended family to fly.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed as he realized that Harry was telling the truth. "You want it, Potter?" he sneered, "Then go get it." He turned and hurled the Remembrall as hard as he could.

Whizzing past Malfoy, Harry raced towards the Remembrall. He caught up to it easily just as it was going to smash against the side of Hogwarts. Passing it up, he held out his hand and effortlessly let it fall into it. Stopping just as he was getting to the castle wall, he turned and kicked off it, heading back to the courtyard.

On a break between classes, Professor McGonagall was looking out onto the school grounds when Harry suddenly came racing up to the castle wall next to her window. Her breath caught at him effortlessly catching something and stopping almost instantly before he crashed into the side of the castle.

When Harry kicked off the wall and headed back, Professor McGonagall's brain finally kicked in and she headed out of her office and towards the courtyard, where she knew the first years would be.

The first years crowded around as Harry settled down on the grass, cheering and clapping him on the back. Except Malfoy of course. "You think you're so great don't you, Potter?" he sneered.

Harry started to reply when a voice shouted "HARRY POTTER!" across the courtyard, making him wince and turn to see Professor McGonagall marching right towards him, muttering under her breath.

Several first years tried explaining things to her, but McGonagall waved them off and gently grabbing Harry by the shoulder, lead him back through the castle. He was expecting her to take him to her office and expel him, but she instead went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

McGonagall opened the door and asked Professor Quirrell, "Excuse me, Professor Quirrell, but could I borrow Wood for a second?"

"O-O-O-O-Of course, Professor McGonagall," Professor Quirrell stuttered.

A fifth year Gryffindor Harry vaguely recognized stood up and walked out into the hall. "Mr. Potter, this is Oliver Wood, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team," Professor said, "Oliver, I think Mr. Potter here would be the perfect candidate for the team Seeker."

"Really?" Oliver asked, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Yes, I just saw him do an amazing bit of flying, catching a small object before it hit the castle walls and stopping just before he hit the wall himself," Professor McGonagall said.

"Wow," Oliver said.

"I thought first years weren't allowed to join," Harry interjected.

"You would usually be correct," Professor McGonagall said, "But if a team is having a hard time filling a spot as I've heard you've had, Oliver…" Oliver nodded. "Then with the Headmaster's permission, as the Head of Gryffindor, I can allow them to recruit you."

"We'll have to get him a good broom of course," Oliver said, "The school brooms really aren't good for Seekers. One of the new Nimbus models maybe if we can get one."

"Actually, I have a broom," Harry said, "For my birthday, dad gave me the broom he had won at a Jr. Flyers competition before starting Hogwarts that he later flew with here. I'll write home and ask them to send it. The Nimbus 2000 only barely beats it when it comes to sharp high speed turns, so it should be good for a Seeker."

"James Potter's legendary broom?" Oliver murmured, "Wow."

"That would be great, Potter," McGonagall said.

McGonagall left to prepare for a class. The two teens talked about meeting after his parents sent the broom in for a semi-official tryout before Oliver went back to class and Harry headed back to the Gryffindor common room.

"I can't believe it," Ron said as they headed down to dinner that night, "You must be the youngest player…"

"In a century," Harry said, "Even dad wasn't recruited until his second year… though from what he told me, they wanted to since he was competitive flyer… and your brother Charlie wasn't in until… what, third year?"

Ron nodded. "And did you see Malfoy's face when it was announced?" he asked, "It was priceless. You just know he was expecting you to be expelled just like Madam Hooch said. Now you're on the Quidditch team with your father's famous broom."

"Of course, he couldn't actually say anything since we have all the first years that aren't in his pocket as witnesses that would tell the truth," Neville said, "He would be expelled right along with you if he pushed it." His wrist had been broken, but it wasn't serious so the school Healer had been able to fix it easily.

"I don't know about that," Ron said, "No matter how many witnesses say that he started it, his dad is on the Board of Governors and probably would have been able to get him detentions instead, not to mention Snape's got his head so far up Malfoy's…."

Hermione saw a telltale billowing cape and knew Ron was better off not finishing that sentence. "Speaking of which, you're lucky that you don't have detention," she said to Harry.

Harry started to say something when another voice cut in. "What an excellent idea, Ms. Granger," Snape said as he stepped in front of them, "Fifty points for your little stunt, Potter, and detention."

"Actually, Professor…" Harry started to say.

"Actually, Severus, I've checked the rules and found that since he was acting selflessly, Mr. Potter will not be punished," McGonagall said as she joined them in the hallway, "And before you try going over my head, I've already checked with Albus and he agrees with me.

"However, Mr. Malfoy will serve detention," McGonagall said, "And since you're notorious for canceling detentions for Slytherin students while still crediting them for it, he'll be spending it with me.

"However, since I'm in a generous mood with this being the first week for our first years and Gryffindor finding a new Seeker, I will deduct no points from Slytherin," McGonagall said, "But I will only let it slide this once."

Glaring at the four friends and then McGonagall, Snape turned and stalked away, muttering under his breath. 'Take that, Snivellus,' Harry thought smugly, before he turned to his Head of House. "Thanks, Professor," he said, "I'm glad we had all of this settled or he would have gotten his way."

"You're quite welcome, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, "Please pass the word for students to tell teachers… preferably their Head of House of course… when Professor Snape unfairly deducts points or gives detentions.

"I've heard reports over the years of his blatant favoritism, but I never realized just how bad it's gotten until now," McGonagall said, "It's going to stop even if I have to go to the Board of Governors and have him fired." With that, the group headed to dinner and afterwards went to bed.

Not too long after lunch on Friday, Hedwig returned with Harry's broom. He quickly found Oliver Wood and they received permission from Professor McGonagall to use the courtyard for an informal tryout for the new team member. It went without saying that he made the team with ease.

The next day, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville met in Professor Flitwick's classroom. He explained that the only real rule when it came to championship dueling was that you couldn't intend serious harm to your opponent, so cutting curses, bone breaking hexes, and especially Unforgivables weren't allowed.

"All right, today we're going over the basics the basics," the tiny wizard said, "Pair up and each take a half of the room." The four teens quickly paired off. Harry and Ron took one side of the room while Hermione and Neville took the other.

"Now take out your wands and bow to each other like this," Flitwick explained, showing the exact stance. The four did as he said. "Now, we'll practice the basics today, starting with EXPELLIARMUS in 3… 2… 1..."

"EXPELLIARMUS!" the four shouted. The wands of all four students went flying out of their reach.

"Very good," Flitwick said as he cast a non-verbal Accio to call the four wands into his hand and handed them back their owners, "Too bad this isn't a formal lesson or I'd award points to all of you."

"The praise of a championship dueler like yourself is good enough for me," Harry said. The others agreed.

The four friends went through a few of the basic spells to help them get there reflexes honed. Harry's were unmatched and Hermione was of course quickly starting to match him, but Ron and especially Neville were struggling to try to keep up but showed real promise with more training.

Near the end of the hour, Flitwick called things to a stop. "I have to say that I'm proud of all of you," he said, "I know that it won't take many of these lessons before you're all ready for competitive dueling. Yes, even you, Mr. Longbottom."

"Thanks, Professor," Harry said, "That means a lot to us. So, what about next week?"

"I'll find a way to tell you about when I'll be free to continue our lessons next Saturday," Flitwick said. With that, the three teens left, heading back to their tower to wait until lunch, happy with the way their first lesson went.

To be continued…

Notes: So, the first week down, some 30-40 to go, though I won't do a chapter to each one. This one was special as it that first week was the easiest as it was orientation for first years and will hopefully give me the nudge I need to get into the swing of the story so I can get past this frellin' writer's block that's hobbled me for the last 8 years. Besides, it gets just about everything rolling. And I know it's a bit boring so far, but please bear with me. It'll get at least somewhat better, I promise.

Anyway, just so you know, Ron's Sorting being over so quickly isn't my attempt to bash him in the least. I went with the book's and movie's version because I always got a laugh out of it and… well, to be honest, I couldn't think of anything better. I like him, but it's kind of hard to find ways to categorize him into any other House except maybe Hufflepuff for his loyalty and we all know how often that wavered in canon because of Harry's unwanted fame. While Harry isn't famous here yet… he is Superman after all… Ron's most basic nature means it'll just be a matter of time his jealousy rears it's ugly head, though in different ways than canon of course.

As you might have guessed, there's a reason why I changed the situation surrounding Snape almost getting killed as a kid. It's because I have different plans for Remus, starting with the fact that he isn't a werewolf here (yet anyway, but that might change), but I don't want to spoil things here… especially since I haven't completely hashed out the details in even my own mind… except to say that it should be awesome.

As for the way they sang the school song, Harry's and Ron's tunes fit with a little stretching of the words, but the other two are in because I think they suit Hermione's general nature and Neville when he first enters Hogwarts. Yeah, I know at least a couple of them weren't out around the time they were supposed to start Hogwarts, but they're great songs. Just wait until you see what Luna sings. It's going to be very fitting. ;-p

As for Harry's natural grace on a broom, given that he's Kal-El here, as you might have guessed, his innate ability to fly a broom is eventually going to evolve into him being able to fly without one. If you think McGonagall went light on Malfoy, all I can say is that as she herself said, she'd be in a great mood after getting Harry onto the Quidditch team. Besides, who says she'll take it easy on him during said detention, especially after making a point of critiquing Snape's so-called "detention" methods?

But before I truly end the chapter, I thought I'd ask your opinions about something. It should be obvious that I'm going to be putting together a Justice League of America team eventually and I need ideas how to integrate some of the members into the story. While I've already got set plans for the Flash, Green Arrow, the Atom, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and not only the Green Lantern but at least two of his other counterparts (Blue Lantern and Star Sapphire), as well as vague plans for Black Canary, I could use some ideas about the last two and especially others.

As much as I hate to admit it though, I don't know how I'd be able to bring in Batman… or at least not until after they graduate Hogwarts. Sorry to all the fans of him, but it'd just get too complicated trying to work him in since he's completely non-magical and I'm wanting to keep it relatively simple until near the end of their school years. Anyway, tell me what you think in Reviews or emails and until next time, Pueda el solitario Dios encuentra la paz por ultimo.