Story plot: Psylocke (Elizabeth "Betsy" Braddock) traveled to a reality of which she and Mimicry had a daughter, not wanting her only child to be influenced by Lady Mandarin and the horsemen of death she sacrifices herself to her brother Jamie (who has the ability to manipulate Quantum strings that comprise reality) destroying any attempt of resurrection for her. Her powers and abilities are infused within her daughter. Betsy's soul however goes into Limbo the hellish dimension of which Illyana Nikolievna Rasputin; Sorceress Supreme (Magik) is ruler. Psy does not plead nor beg for her soul, but only asks that her former friend take pity on her daughter and train when the time is right, the master of limbo agrees, a deal is made
.X-men/ harry potter challenge
Requirements:
The challenge only applies to either or all: Hermione granger, Luna lovegood, Ginerva weasley.
Character(s) must go to Hogwarts and defeat voldemort, disregarding Harry Potter/ Lord Voldemort prophecy.
Character(s) must be adopted by illyana and trained within the time frame before Hogwarts.
Character(s) must find out about their parentage before defeat of lord voldemort.
Character(s) abilities must include those of Psylocke's it doesn't matter which version of said abilities you use.
Must go through a "transformation" and eventually join the Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Anything else do as you please.
A/N: so this challenge is from erisedelm she's basically given us free rein on how the story goes, I don't know whether I want other mutants showing up in harry potter verse. This will eventually be a slash fic Hermione/? Who I have no idea with but that won't be for along time, I intend for this to be a novel length. I will say this once and one time only; this story is for my own amusement and entertainment, I will not tolerate flames, outrageous/ ridiculous criticisms or pointing out my obvious flaws. I will however accept suggestions, positive critics and any helpful hints. I do not care if you follow or review as I said this is for my own use, do not try and correct me on any "OCC's" or "False inaccurate info" this is fan fiction, and if I want Hermione to be a purple dancing Muumuu than so be it. Also I am an X-men Fanatic I am confident in my knowledge and absolute obsession of such topics so there. Of course I will change, distort, and remove anything I please. P.s illyana will not die, I love her to much
Disclaimer: I don't own anything everything is brought to you by the Marvelous "Marvel" corp. and J.K. Rowling.
Chapter one: The Braddock Heir
Illyana Rasputin's only thought as her long time friend and teammate's soul was banished to the darkest pits of her kingdom was 'mat' she didn't know how exactly she got into to these situations but now she had a promise to keep. She sighed, dropping down from her ebony thrown, she snorted while skipping towards her bedroom. Who would have thought that in any universe ole Betsy would have a kid. A kid, a child that she would have to eventually raise. Ha! She chuckled, if only Piotr could see her now.
Though, Psy's timing could not have been any better, after merging her soul back together she finally felt a source of compassion she mused tapping her five pointed amulet, which as a ruler of a purgatory society she had to lock away her emotions in a sense finally in control of her demonic side. But, she was tired of ruling this place. Now, that she would acquire her former friend's offspring she'd be able to shed some passion and "good" feelings.
A miraculous thing in her eyes, as Ororo was pushing her non stop with adopting a child. Naturally I reciprocated the whole thing, to which she replied I was her child.
"Jentri!" she hollered, smirking a bit when her young apprentice scurried forth reminding her of her friend jubilee what with her flamboyant yellow leather jacket.
"Yes my lady?" she bowed, eyebrow quirked with curiosity.
"I am leaving, but I should be back in a couple hours" days in other dimensions "I want a crib and please with ororo's assistance pick out baby clothes, toys etc… for a girl." I shudder to think what she would pick out herself … probably neon pink bedspreads and turquoise and yellow one-sies. Rolling hers eyes, which I'm positive she knew I wouldn't have tolerated anyway.
"Whose baby?" she questioned already sending out a telepathic message to the African queen.
"mine." I stated, ignoring her gaping mouth. "And do remember your duties while I am away." I said summoning up a bright, white disk. "We don't want a reminder of last time." I drawled, enjoying her blood red face, memories of her publicly punished with rotten tomatoes brung forth merry chuckles.
"toodle-loo." I sang waving my fingers with a dramatic flourish, into the portal I went...
Several hours later Braddock mansion
It was all too easy slipping inside the elaborate mansion; of course I did wait three hours standing in a tree observing the obviously mourning family. Which was a load of bullshit in her mind; only in this universe would the Braddock's actually feel anything for their children. Levitating herself up and over the high iron walls, she sent off a small astral projection. She was shocked however to discover absolutely no mutants within the surrounding area. None what's so ever, her parents-which she was surprised where alive, they usually weren't in any reality- where as normal as any plain ole mundie.
The only spark of power came from the upstairs, coincidently the nursery. The master of limbo slipped up the cherry wood stairs dashing into the Childs room. She instantly wanted to back out, who in their right mind would ever paint a child room this color. Resisting the urge to make sure Jentri didn't sneak of with her and somehow mysteriously dump buckets of horrible hot pink paint onto the walls. She really wouldn't be surprised if she did.
Illyana walked up towards the gag inducing green crib, must be Calvin's idea, whatever happened to that little head of his while infected by his fathers experiments should be destroyed. Not even a different reality could change that man taste.
What was in the crib made my heart stop, beautiful cinnamon colored eyes glowed up at me, chaotic purple curls flowed sinuously seeming to be alive, and this child choked the air with her power.
The observing women stiffened sensing a very normal Calvin Rankin coming up the stairs, heavy footsteps; she quickly turned away from her child, her child? Yes her child. Using her manipulation of dimensions mutation she focused on making it as if Calvin couldn't bare the sight of his child and was handing over custody to her loving godmother.
"Oh! God illyana!" he shouted startled, gripping his heart, he his breath was coming in short sharp pants. I didn't like this mimic, where was the cocky, narcissist ass I came to tolerate.
"Sorry, Cal I was just checking up on her." She gave up innocent eyes wanting this little confrontation to be over.
"Oh, no worries, I almost forgot about little mione up here." He mumbled, shoulders hunched he walked towards her with a weary smile "you know what with James and Brian all over the place, are- are you sure you want to take her?" he asked half-heartedly, either he was to tired to care about his only child or he really didn't want her and was putting up one hell of an act. I mean shit; those were some Oscar inducing emotions going on.
" I'm positive, besides you need time to heal and taking care of a child that will only remind you of bets will post pone that healing process. "She laid her hand on his arm offering up what seemed like a huge amount of sympathy and understanding.
"Your right as always, I- I, just take good care of her will? And please don't hesitate for any help." As if I would need any of your help you half pressed cretin.
"I promise, look I got to get going if I'm going to make my flight, goodbye cal."
"Goodbye, Ana."
Updated 4-20-13