"Fake stories?" Clark arched a brow at that. "I had that happen once. I exposed myself to the world. Everyone loved it.. at first. Then they went the opposite. Problem was, it was maybe the wrong time to reveal myself."
He paused as he pondered what to tell him about himself. So he thought he'd simplify it.. just a little. "Well, okay. I'm not from anywhere near Kansas or London. Not anywhere near the galaxy.. see, I'm not fully human. I was born on a planet called Krypton. My birth name is Kal-El. Jor-El, my father, was a scientist.. he knew things were bad. Civil war. His enemy Zod, and Brainiac, destroyed my planet.. but not before my father sent him to an eternal pocket dimension wasteland called the Phantom Zone. He also sent me away in a ship before Krypton exploded. So.. I'm like the last survivor. He probably also sent me to Earth so that I could save it from destruction, from threats that most people wouldn't be able to take on alone."
Clark continued, "I was then found by a farm couple named Jonathan and Martha. Unfortunately, my planet, pieces of it, came to Smallville, Kansas.. some folks ended up with strange abilities when in contact." It was then he remembered an important detail. "Oh! I had powers due to the yellow sun. Sort of like magic. I can see through things. Run like lightning, bend iron, crush cars like paper. Shoot fire from my eyes. Bullets are like gnats to me. Most people would probably have went crazy or used that for.. wrong. But my new parents taught me well, showed me the moral way, right from wrong." He stopped then, studying Harry's reaction. He'd probably had questions.. which of course Clark would answer. It was sometimes rare to be able to talk to someone so openly about this.