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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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14,199
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81
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 3
The next morning Clark pulled up in front of Harry’s house at the same time he always did. This time something was different. He could hear yelling coming from inside the house and Harry didn’t come out until it stopped. When Harry came into view Clark noticed that he had a big bruise of his right cheek. “What happened? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, tripped over a shoe this morning and hit my head on the dresser.” Was Harry’s nervous response? Harry couldn’t believe his uncle got so careless this time. The man usually only hit him where it could be covered by clothes. If this kept up he knew Clark would figure it out.
Clark didn’t believe Harry, but decided to let it drop for now, but if he saw one more bruise on is little love he would defiantly try to get Harry away from there. When they got to school both Chloe and Pete questioned Harry about the bruise, but Harry stuck to his story, but it looked like they didn’t believe him either.
Things went on as they usually did, and soon it was December. Harry and Clark had been together for two months and had got even closer, Clark didn’t see any more bruises on Harry, but he wasn’t convinced that they weren’t there. One night the two were in the loft in what would have been a very compromising position had anyone walked in on them. Harry was laying down on the couch with Clark on top of him and the two were making-out. That was as far at they had gone, but being the teenagers they were things were going to start progressing sometime.
Clark went to unbutton Harry’s shirt when Harry stopped him.
“We need to slow down, I am not ready to do this yet.” He told him while he was really thinking about how he didn’t want Clark to see the bruises from his uncle, cousin, and occasionally his aunt. They had been careful about where they hit him since the day he had the bruise on his cheek, but he knew that the rest of his body was covered in bruises. He was also a little scared of going further; he had never done anything like this before, and was pretty sure Clark hadn’t either. Not that he was afraid Clark would hurt him, he trusted him and the only other person he had trusted nearly as much was Sirius.
Clark sat up and pulled Harry into the sitting position as well. “Ok we will wait till you’re ready.” He said while trying to ignore how tight his jeans had gotten. Just then he looked at his watch and saw it was later than usual. “Come on I better get you home. I don’t want your uncle mad at us.”
A short drive later the two pulled up in front of Harry’s house and said their goodbyes. Harry got out and walked inside and Clark drove off once he was sure he was “safe” inside, never knowing how he would live to regret that decision later.
When Harry entered the house the first thing he notice was how purple his uncle’s face was and how smug Dudley looked. Then next thing he saw was his uncle’s fist flying at his face before he felt pain and fell to the ground. Then his uncle started kicking him in the ribs and stomach area and he could have sworn he hear a rib or two, or more crack with the force of the kicks. This went of for another fifteen minutes before he was claimed by blissful unconsciousness.
The next time he woke all he could feel was pain every were in his body. He heard voices, loud voices, coming from downstairs. It sounded like his uncle and another man, the voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Then he heard is uncle say, “try the Kent farm, he is always over there.” Then he lost consciousness again.
Sirius couldn’t believe his luck. He finally found the Dursleys, but his godson was not there. Now he had just pulled into the Kent’s driveway and thanked Merlin it looked like they were still up. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A man who looked to be a little older then him answered the door.
“Can I help you?” Jonathon Kent asked.
“I was looking for my godson Harry Potter, his uncle told me he was here.”
“No I think Clark already took him home. Hang on a second will ya. CLARK!”
“Yeah dad?” Said the kid as he came into sight. Sirius noticed he looked to be about Harry’s age.
“You took Harry home already didn’t you?”
“Yeah about an hour ago why?”
“Well this is his godfather, and he said the Dursleys said he was here.”
“Dad, Harry said his godfather was dead.” Clark said sounding somewhat alarmed.
“There was an accident and he thought I died, but as you can see I didn’t and he doesn’t know. I have been trying to find him since mid-August and have been going out of my mind worrying about him. Please if you know where he is help me find him.” Sirius was getting desperate and Jonathon, Clark and Martha, who had joined them when her husband called for Clark, could tell. And believed he really wanted to find his godson.
“I think we should check back at the Dursley’s. I saw him go inside about an hour ago. Hang on I’ll get my coat and come help you.”
“I’ll go too” said Jonathon.
They grabbed their coats and got into Sirius’s car and sped off down the road hoping to find Harry. While Clark told the other two about his suspicions of abuse. They were just praying they weren’t to late.
“Yeah, tripped over a shoe this morning and hit my head on the dresser.” Was Harry’s nervous response? Harry couldn’t believe his uncle got so careless this time. The man usually only hit him where it could be covered by clothes. If this kept up he knew Clark would figure it out.
Clark didn’t believe Harry, but decided to let it drop for now, but if he saw one more bruise on is little love he would defiantly try to get Harry away from there. When they got to school both Chloe and Pete questioned Harry about the bruise, but Harry stuck to his story, but it looked like they didn’t believe him either.
Things went on as they usually did, and soon it was December. Harry and Clark had been together for two months and had got even closer, Clark didn’t see any more bruises on Harry, but he wasn’t convinced that they weren’t there. One night the two were in the loft in what would have been a very compromising position had anyone walked in on them. Harry was laying down on the couch with Clark on top of him and the two were making-out. That was as far at they had gone, but being the teenagers they were things were going to start progressing sometime.
Clark went to unbutton Harry’s shirt when Harry stopped him.
“We need to slow down, I am not ready to do this yet.” He told him while he was really thinking about how he didn’t want Clark to see the bruises from his uncle, cousin, and occasionally his aunt. They had been careful about where they hit him since the day he had the bruise on his cheek, but he knew that the rest of his body was covered in bruises. He was also a little scared of going further; he had never done anything like this before, and was pretty sure Clark hadn’t either. Not that he was afraid Clark would hurt him, he trusted him and the only other person he had trusted nearly as much was Sirius.
Clark sat up and pulled Harry into the sitting position as well. “Ok we will wait till you’re ready.” He said while trying to ignore how tight his jeans had gotten. Just then he looked at his watch and saw it was later than usual. “Come on I better get you home. I don’t want your uncle mad at us.”
A short drive later the two pulled up in front of Harry’s house and said their goodbyes. Harry got out and walked inside and Clark drove off once he was sure he was “safe” inside, never knowing how he would live to regret that decision later.
When Harry entered the house the first thing he notice was how purple his uncle’s face was and how smug Dudley looked. Then next thing he saw was his uncle’s fist flying at his face before he felt pain and fell to the ground. Then his uncle started kicking him in the ribs and stomach area and he could have sworn he hear a rib or two, or more crack with the force of the kicks. This went of for another fifteen minutes before he was claimed by blissful unconsciousness.
The next time he woke all he could feel was pain every were in his body. He heard voices, loud voices, coming from downstairs. It sounded like his uncle and another man, the voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Then he heard is uncle say, “try the Kent farm, he is always over there.” Then he lost consciousness again.
Sirius couldn’t believe his luck. He finally found the Dursleys, but his godson was not there. Now he had just pulled into the Kent’s driveway and thanked Merlin it looked like they were still up. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. A man who looked to be a little older then him answered the door.
“Can I help you?” Jonathon Kent asked.
“I was looking for my godson Harry Potter, his uncle told me he was here.”
“No I think Clark already took him home. Hang on a second will ya. CLARK!”
“Yeah dad?” Said the kid as he came into sight. Sirius noticed he looked to be about Harry’s age.
“You took Harry home already didn’t you?”
“Yeah about an hour ago why?”
“Well this is his godfather, and he said the Dursleys said he was here.”
“Dad, Harry said his godfather was dead.” Clark said sounding somewhat alarmed.
“There was an accident and he thought I died, but as you can see I didn’t and he doesn’t know. I have been trying to find him since mid-August and have been going out of my mind worrying about him. Please if you know where he is help me find him.” Sirius was getting desperate and Jonathon, Clark and Martha, who had joined them when her husband called for Clark, could tell. And believed he really wanted to find his godson.
“I think we should check back at the Dursley’s. I saw him go inside about an hour ago. Hang on I’ll get my coat and come help you.”
“I’ll go too” said Jonathon.
They grabbed their coats and got into Sirius’s car and sped off down the road hoping to find Harry. While Clark told the other two about his suspicions of abuse. They were just praying they weren’t to late.