MCU- Superman(HP)

The Night of the Attack

The air in Godric's Hollow was still, the quiet before the storm.

Inside the small cottage, James Potter stood defiantly in the doorway, wand drawn. He knew he was no match for Voldemort, but he would give Lily and Harry every second he could.

The front door exploded inward.

James barely had time to cast a single spell before a flash of green light struck him square in the chest. He collapsed, lifeless, his sacrifice barely delaying the inevitable.

Upstairs, Lily held baby Harry tightly.

Her emerald eyes glowed with fierce determination as she whispered every protective spell she knew, pouring her love into the incantations.

Voldemort ascended the staircase, his presence suffocating.

There was no escape. She knew that. But if she could just—

The door burst open. The Dark Lord stepped forward, raising his wand.

Lily closed her eyes, whispering one last plea.

"Be safe, my son."

Clark Awakens as Harry

As Voldemort uttered the fateful words—

"Avada Kedavra!"

—everything changed.

Clark's consciousness snapped into existence.

A lifetime of memories from the MCU flooded his infant mind, but there was no time to process. His Kryptonian instincts took over.

Before the Killing Curse could even reach him, his body reacted.

Golden heat vision erupted from his tiny eyes.

The sheer force of the blast obliterated Voldemort's body instantly, turning the Dark Lord into a mist of shattered soul fragments.

The rebounding magic from Voldemort's spell sent shockwaves through the house, shaking the very foundations of house.

Clark felt himself slipping. Using such power as an infant had drained him. His consciousness faded, leaving his body in a state of forced hibernation.

Aftermath of the Attack

When the dust settled, the Potter home lay in ruins.

Lily, unconscious from magical exhaustion, remained slumped near Harry's crib.

Minutes later, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall arrived at the scene.

Dumbledore gazed at the destruction, his mind racing. He had expected to find death, but Lily Potter was still alive, and there was no trace of Voldemort's body—only the faint echoes of dark magic lingering in the air.

Harry Potter, barely a year old, sat unharmed amid the wreckage, eyes glowing faintly before dimming.

"How extraordinary," Dumbledore murmured.

Lily needed urgent care. Rather than leaving her to the Wizarding World's scrutiny, Dumbledore ordered her to be taken to a Muggle hospital, erasing key details from her memory to protect her.

As for Harry—he had to remain hidden.

Following the original plan, Dumbledore left him at Number 4, Privet Drive.

McGonagall hesitated. "Are you certain this is wise, Albus?"

"He must grow up away from fame," Dumbledore replied gravely. "Away from expectation."

Neither of them noticed how the stars above began to shift unnaturally.

The Prophecy & the New Meaning

Deep within the Department of Mysteries, the ancient Hall of Prophecy trembled.

A crystal sphere, previously dormant, flared to life.

A voice—ethereal and distant—spoke into the void.

"A savior beyond this world… marked by fate, neither wizard nor mortal… shall walk the path of kings and conquerors… and in his wake, the greatest shall kneel."

The prophecy echoed through the halls, unheard by any.

But its meaning was clear.

Harry Potter—no, Clark Kent—had arrived in a world that was never meant for him.

And with him, destiny had been rewritten.