Secrets Unveiled
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,630
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, Superman or Smallville, nor any of the characters from the books, comics, t.v. shows or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Draco Malfoy looked at his watch as he popped the last forkful of the leftover meatloaf from the night before into his mouth. The watch face read 3 p.m. He walked his dishes to the sink. He waved his wand and uttered the cleaning spell scourgify.
With the ten hour time difference between London and Honolulu, his sleeping hours were slightly different after the days he was scheduled for work there. He just finished a shift and had gone to bed at his regular noon time. But he couldn’t sleep.
His daughter should have been home an hour ago; that’s if she didn’t pull one of her late nights. She would have called, though. He blew out a breath as he went into the living room.
He took a seat on the couch and turned the television on. He fidgeted. Something didn’t seem right about Lois not calling in. He grabbed his muggle cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
He stood up after his fifth call also went straight to her voicemail. ‘Maybe she was charging her phone, or she didn’t have it on her,’ he thought. On a whim, he dialed the land line; still no answer. ‘For Merlin’s sake, people answer your phones!’ he thought to himself as he heard the answering machine go on. Surprisingly, Lois was still on the recording.
He took in a breath as he looked through the address book that his wife kept near the phone base. He leafed through the book until he reached the specific page.
He dialed the number into his phone and saved it before pressing the send button. He listened for the dial tone as he thought about why he hadn’t programmed the number in earlier. It was probably because he had no reason to call the young news writer.
Everything that the platinum blonde remembered about the relationship between Clark and Lois was the animosity between the two very stubborn kids. And, although over the years that animosity has tapered, Lois mentioned that the last couple of months had been difficult. ‘Walking on eggshells,’ Lois had called it when she and Clark were working together.
Lois wasn’t at all sure why the young man was giving her the cold shoulder. Mr. Malfoy on the other hand had an inkling that Clark had feelings for his only daughter. What was so ironic was that it reminded Draco of his own relationship with his wife when they first met each other. He smiled to himself.
* * *
Clark recognized the number on his cell phone. Lois used to call her father from the house phone all the time when they were home. He took in a breath, allowing it to ring once more. Why would Mr. Malfoy call the house phone, which Clark too had ignored, as well as his cellular? He finally answered the call.
“Hey, Mr. Malfoy,” Clark said as he drilled the last screw into the sliding door. He relocked it. He walked into the living room.
“Hey Clark,” the older man said as he closed the address book. “Sorry to bother you, son”
“I was just fixing a door, sir,” Clark said as he fingered the wooden picture frame that sat on the dark oak shelf.
“Is Lois with you?” Mr. Malfoy paused. “She hasn’t called home yet.”
Clark shut his eyes for a moment. He took in a breath as he ran his finger over the frame that housed the photo that Jimmy had taken of Clark and Lois after their first Pulitzer win. “No, she’s not, sir.”
“Oh, she’s probably still at work, then,” Mr. Malfoy sounded hopeful.
“We, uh, left work over two hours ago,” Clark said.
“Oh,” Mr. Malfoy said sounding disappointed.
“Maybe she’s out to dinner with Carter,” Clark suggested, almost bitingly.
The older man didn’t reply for a while. He took in a deep breath. “Yeah, maybe,” Draco didn’t sound convincing. “Hey, Clark, another call is coming in.”
“Uh, okay,” Clark said a bit indifferently as he heard the phone click. Clark looked at his cell phone. ‘Who cares,’ he thought bitterly as he slammed down the picture frame, breaking the glass.
He shut his eyes for a moment. He picked up the frame and dusted off the glass. He ran his finger over her. ‘Forget about it, Clark. She’s getting married in a month.’
Yet, the phone call from his best friend’s father left him a little unsettled. Lex’s house was ten miles out. He needed the “short” walk to clear his head.
* * *
Draco Malfoy walked quickly to the brick fireplace as it crackled, signaling a floo call. The head of the wand tracking department showed through the flames.
“Draco, I’m glad you’re awake,” Colin Creevey said.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” Draco said as he looked at the former Gryffindor. “What’s up, Colin?”
“An unforgivable just registered on the tracker,” the younger wizard began. “Cruciatus.”
Draco took a deep breath. “Okay, okay,” he started as he paced in front of the fireplace. “Let’s get whoever’s on duty on line.”
“I’ve already called Inspector Thomas, Sir.”
“Dean? I’m sure the younger kids can handle this.”
The seasoned wand tracker took in a breath. “Draco,” the wizard paused. “It was the Profesi wand.”
Draco breathed in. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It was centered about ten miles out of Metropolis, Kansas, U.S.A.” Colin said as he looked over his paperwork.
“Get backup there as soon as possible, Colin,” Draco said as he didn’t need to know the address. He already had a sinking feeling. “I’ll meet them there.”
The blonde wizard quickly entered the main bedroom. He grabbed the top two items on the stack of washed laundry; some khaki pants, and a dark green t-shirt. He also put on some Adidas trainers and ran back to the fireplace.
“The address,” Colin began.
“1211 Chambers Street,” Draco finished.
Colin nodded as he ended the connection so that Draco could use the floo network. The former Gryffindor wondered how the Slytherin could have guessed at the address.
Draco Malfoy looked at his watch as he popped the last forkful of the leftover meatloaf from the night before into his mouth. The watch face read 3 p.m. He walked his dishes to the sink. He waved his wand and uttered the cleaning spell scourgify.
With the ten hour time difference between London and Honolulu, his sleeping hours were slightly different after the days he was scheduled for work there. He just finished a shift and had gone to bed at his regular noon time. But he couldn’t sleep.
His daughter should have been home an hour ago; that’s if she didn’t pull one of her late nights. She would have called, though. He blew out a breath as he went into the living room.
He took a seat on the couch and turned the television on. He fidgeted. Something didn’t seem right about Lois not calling in. He grabbed his muggle cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
He stood up after his fifth call also went straight to her voicemail. ‘Maybe she was charging her phone, or she didn’t have it on her,’ he thought. On a whim, he dialed the land line; still no answer. ‘For Merlin’s sake, people answer your phones!’ he thought to himself as he heard the answering machine go on. Surprisingly, Lois was still on the recording.
He took in a breath as he looked through the address book that his wife kept near the phone base. He leafed through the book until he reached the specific page.
He dialed the number into his phone and saved it before pressing the send button. He listened for the dial tone as he thought about why he hadn’t programmed the number in earlier. It was probably because he had no reason to call the young news writer.
Everything that the platinum blonde remembered about the relationship between Clark and Lois was the animosity between the two very stubborn kids. And, although over the years that animosity has tapered, Lois mentioned that the last couple of months had been difficult. ‘Walking on eggshells,’ Lois had called it when she and Clark were working together.
Lois wasn’t at all sure why the young man was giving her the cold shoulder. Mr. Malfoy on the other hand had an inkling that Clark had feelings for his only daughter. What was so ironic was that it reminded Draco of his own relationship with his wife when they first met each other. He smiled to himself.
* * *
Clark recognized the number on his cell phone. Lois used to call her father from the house phone all the time when they were home. He took in a breath, allowing it to ring once more. Why would Mr. Malfoy call the house phone, which Clark too had ignored, as well as his cellular? He finally answered the call.
“Hey, Mr. Malfoy,” Clark said as he drilled the last screw into the sliding door. He relocked it. He walked into the living room.
“Hey Clark,” the older man said as he closed the address book. “Sorry to bother you, son”
“I was just fixing a door, sir,” Clark said as he fingered the wooden picture frame that sat on the dark oak shelf.
“Is Lois with you?” Mr. Malfoy paused. “She hasn’t called home yet.”
Clark shut his eyes for a moment. He took in a breath as he ran his finger over the frame that housed the photo that Jimmy had taken of Clark and Lois after their first Pulitzer win. “No, she’s not, sir.”
“Oh, she’s probably still at work, then,” Mr. Malfoy sounded hopeful.
“We, uh, left work over two hours ago,” Clark said.
“Oh,” Mr. Malfoy said sounding disappointed.
“Maybe she’s out to dinner with Carter,” Clark suggested, almost bitingly.
The older man didn’t reply for a while. He took in a deep breath. “Yeah, maybe,” Draco didn’t sound convincing. “Hey, Clark, another call is coming in.”
“Uh, okay,” Clark said a bit indifferently as he heard the phone click. Clark looked at his cell phone. ‘Who cares,’ he thought bitterly as he slammed down the picture frame, breaking the glass.
He shut his eyes for a moment. He picked up the frame and dusted off the glass. He ran his finger over her. ‘Forget about it, Clark. She’s getting married in a month.’
Yet, the phone call from his best friend’s father left him a little unsettled. Lex’s house was ten miles out. He needed the “short” walk to clear his head.
* * *
Draco Malfoy walked quickly to the brick fireplace as it crackled, signaling a floo call. The head of the wand tracking department showed through the flames.
“Draco, I’m glad you’re awake,” Colin Creevey said.
“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” Draco said as he looked at the former Gryffindor. “What’s up, Colin?”
“An unforgivable just registered on the tracker,” the younger wizard began. “Cruciatus.”
Draco took a deep breath. “Okay, okay,” he started as he paced in front of the fireplace. “Let’s get whoever’s on duty on line.”
“I’ve already called Inspector Thomas, Sir.”
“Dean? I’m sure the younger kids can handle this.”
The seasoned wand tracker took in a breath. “Draco,” the wizard paused. “It was the Profesi wand.”
Draco breathed in. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It was centered about ten miles out of Metropolis, Kansas, U.S.A.” Colin said as he looked over his paperwork.
“Get backup there as soon as possible, Colin,” Draco said as he didn’t need to know the address. He already had a sinking feeling. “I’ll meet them there.”
The blonde wizard quickly entered the main bedroom. He grabbed the top two items on the stack of washed laundry; some khaki pants, and a dark green t-shirt. He also put on some Adidas trainers and ran back to the fireplace.
“The address,” Colin began.
“1211 Chambers Street,” Draco finished.
Colin nodded as he ended the connection so that Draco could use the floo network. The former Gryffindor wondered how the Slytherin could have guessed at the address.