MCU- Superman(HP)

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 Arrival at the Leaky Cauldron

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The moment Harry stepped into the dimly lit Leaky Cauldron, the scent of old parchment, butterbeer, and something vaguely burnt filled his nostrils.

Professor Bathsheda Babbling walked beside him, her confident strides making it clear that she had been here many times before.

The bartender, Tom, an older man with a toothless grin, perked up the moment he saw them.

"Professor Babbling! A pleasure, as always. Care for a drink?" Tom asked, already reaching for a bottle.

Bathsheda shook her head with a polite smile. "Not today, Tom. I'm on Hogwarts business."

Harry watched the exchange silently, noting how comfortable she seemed in this world. Meanwhile, he was just getting started.

He was about to ask her something when—

 Sudden Attention on Harry

The room fell silent.

Every witch and wizard turned to stare at him.

For a moment, no one moved. Then, a plump wizard near the fireplace gasped, his hands trembling.

"Merlin's beard! It's Harry Potter!"

That single exclamation unleashed chaos.

People swarmed him, their hands reaching out to shake his, to touch him, to simply bask in his presence.

"Harry Potter!" cried an elderly witch, her eyes glistening with tears. "It's an honor to meet you!"

"Can I shake your hand, Mr. Potter?" a young boy asked eagerly.

Others didn't even ask—they just reached for him, fingers brushing against his arms, shoulders, and even his hair.

Harry barely held back a sneer. The sheer audacity.

They were treating him like some kind of relic, an object of worship.

He had expected attention, but this?

This was annoying.

Escape to the Alley

Before the situation could escalate further, Bathsheda acted swiftly.

She grabbed Harry firmly by the shoulders and guided him out of the pub, ignoring the protests from the crowd.

The second they stepped into the alley behind the Leaky Cauldron, the noise faded.

Harry exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off their unwanted touches.

Bathsheda turned to him, concerned. "Are you alright?"

Harry ran a hand through his messy black hair, his jaw tightening. "What the hell was that?"

Harry Questions the Reaction

Bathsheda sighed, crossing her arms. "I should have expected that. You're famous, Harry."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Famous? Why?"

She hesitated for a moment before answering. "Because you're 'The Boy Who Lived.'"

Harry's brows furrowed. "The Boy Who Lived? Lived through what?"

Explanation of His Fame

Bathsheda took a deep breath before explaining.

"A dark wizard—Lord Voldemort—terrorized our world over a decade ago. He was the most powerful Dark Lord of all time, feared even by the bravest of wizards."

Harry (Clark) listened intently, though he already knew where this was going.

"He killed your parents," Bathsheda continued, her voice softer now. "But when he tried to kill you… something happened. His Killing Curse rebounded. He vanished, leaving you untouched. No one knows how or why—but ever since, you've been a symbol of hope."

She gestured to the crowd still murmuring inside. "To them, you're a legend."

Harry's Internal Realization

Clark kept his face carefully neutral, pretending to be shocked. Inside, however, he was smirking.

Of course, he knew the truth.

The night Voldemort attacked, Clark's Kryptonian instincts had awakened.

When the Dark Lord pointed his wand at him, Clark had reacted on pure instinct.

A blast of heat vision had burned Voldemort to ash before the Killing Curse could even hit him.

That was why Voldemort had 'vanished.'

Clark had killed him.

But then, something else clicked in his mind.

If Voldemort hadn't cast the Killing Curse… then Lily Potter shouldn't be dead.

His mother was alive.

Resolving to Visit Lily

A slow, predatory grin almost formed on Harry's lips, but he quickly reigned it in.

He needed to confirm it first.

He needed to find Lily Potter.

But for now, he kept his expression carefully composed and nodded.

"I… I don't know what to say," he murmured, feigning shock.

Bathsheda gave him a reassuring smile. "It's a lot to take in, I know. But you don't have to worry—you're safe now."

Harry (Clark) hummed.

Safe?

Oh, he wasn't the one who needed to worry.

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End of Chapter 25