Timeline: During Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (but not to many of the same events) and sometime after X2, or X3 with Scott alive.

Rating: I think it will eventually be about PG-13 or T. This will be for minor adult themes, possibly language, and some violence.

Spoiler warning: I guess X-men 3 and Harry Potter 1-6.

Couples: Major Ron and Hermione, Scott and Jean, with minor Bobby and Kitty and Rogue and Gambit. There also may be more later on.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I owned Harry Potter I would be rich. If I owned X-men Emma would have never existed.

Authors Note: If you haven't noticed by now, yes this is a crossover of Harry Potter and X-men, two of my favorite fandoms. I am new at writing, so please don't kill me for my first attempt. I do not mind constructive criticism, but don't just say "it sucks", tell me why. I can't get any better if people don't tell me what I'm doing wrong. So just enjoy !!!!

Chapter One

New Friends

Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat down in their usual compartment on the Hogwarts Express.

"Did you guys hear?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione.

They looked at each other and shrugged. "Hear what?" asked Hermione.

"Freaks are coming to the school this year," Ron said. Harry looked confused, but Hermione looked angry.

"Ron, I believe you are referring to the students at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters," Hermione corrected him.

"Yeah Harry, like I said, freaks are coming to school this year! The Profit is having a field day about this, they are saying that Dumbledore finally fell off his rocker. I mean, letting non-magical kids into Hogwarts. I'm starting to wonder myself."

"Ron, Dumbledore is perfectly sane. Besides, mutants are more like wizards and witches than you think. Actually mutants are a more focused group of witches and wizards; they can only perform things in one or two areas, while witches and wizards have a broader focus."

"Thanks for that biology lesson Hermione," Ron chuckled.

"Before you guys start biting each others heads off you should have figured out by now that Dumbledore could have only brought them here for one reason. He needs help, we all need help. Voldemort-" Ron flinched," – is getting more powerful by the second. The good side should be also," finished Harry.

"My point exactly. Dumbledore knows what he's doing. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you were turning into a Malfoy," said Hermione.

Ron's face started to take the color of red. "I am not turning into a Malfoy!" he said through clenched teeth.

"I know, just making a point," said Hermione with a self-satisfied smile.

The same predicament was happening at the same time on the X-jet. "Uh, I can't believe Xavier is, like, sending us here of all places. We're, like, in the middle of a forest in, like, Scotland," said Jubilee, "and Storm says we're getting close."

"They probably have the school in the middle of nowhere for protection," said Bobby. "You know, so they can't get invaded or something like we did."

"Wait, only seven people are going?" asked Rogue looking around the plane. "And this is supposed to make an impact in the outcome of this war?"

"Cyclops's piloting the other plane, they left 30 minutes after us," Storm, who was piloting the plane, answered.

"Now I defiantly know that the Professor has gone senile," Jubilee said quieter so that only the four people in the last row of the plane could hear her. "I mean, Mr. Summer's wife just died, again. And now Storm, Logan and he are, like, in charge of a mission that can, like, get us all killed. I don't think that that is, like, one of the Professor's smartest moves."

"Who knows, maybe the Professor thinks it will help with his grief," Suggested Kitty.

"But seriously, he's, like, flying a plane, in the poring rain, with, like, no co-pilot," Jubilee stated. "And none of you guys have, like, a problem with this?"

Both Kitty and Bobby shrugged.

"I just feel bad for Gambit," said Rogue. "It was between him and Sam, and Remy pulled the short straw. He hates flying. How many loops would you say Cyclops averages a trip, 7 or 8?"

"Your lucky, on my first mission he did 50 or 60, I lost track after that," said Bobby starting to turn a shade of green. "He's probably going to do close to 100 on this one, he always flies more recklessly when he is upset."

"Storm we just touched down at Hogsmeed station. Turn 50° to the North and continue on for about 5 minutes, you should see our jet, then land." They heard Cyclops over the intercom.

"You're already there?" asked Storm over the speaker.

"Yeah you were given the wrong coordinates. The Professor misread Dumbledore's message."

"All right see you guys in 10 minutes, over and out."

"Over and out."

"Wait so how are they even getting here?" asked Ron. "I mean they aren't on the Express, they can't fly by broom, aparate, use flow powder, or-"

Hermione cut him off. "They're probably flying a jet."

"Oh, right, a jet." Once Hermione was out of earshot he asked, "Harry, what's a jet?"

"Well, you know what an airplane is, right?" asked Harry.

Ron nodded, "Yeah, Dad always is talking about them."

"Well it's like an airplane, but faster and it can travel up higher."

"Oh, all right," said Ron.

"Do you two want to get left on the train?" asked Hermione popping back in the compartment. "At this rate you'll be back in London before you get your luggage."

"Yes mum," Said Ron sarcastically.

When the plane landed everyone was met up by the other team and some strange old man with very long silver hair and a matching long silver beard. "I trust you all had a pleasant flight," said the man.

"Yes, our flight was fine, but we were given the wrong coordinates," commented Storm.

"Yes, I am afraid the person who sent you my letter forgot that nothing electric can run within a mile of Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" asked Jubilee. "The school is, like, named Hog-" She was shut up by Mr. Summers giving her a nasty look and Kitty elbowing her in the stomach.

"I've always thought it was a strange name also, but the school has been around for thousands of years so I wouldn't dream of changing it, Miss Lee," Said Dumbledore.

"Wait you, like, know my name?" she asked.

"Yes, I know all your names," Said Dumbledore.

"Wait, are you telepathic like the Professor?" She asked starting to get nervous.

"No, I do not clam to have telepathic abilities. Charles sent me a list of all your names during the summer."

"Oh," She said much quieter.

"I'm sorry I have to put you through this, but you are going to have to wait out with the first years. I'm going to have to have you sorted into houses since all of the teachers quarters are taken, and the school won't let anyone who isn't sorted into what I believe you call dorms." Everyone groaned. "It will be explained during the ceremony. I'm going to need you all to follow this man named Hagrid." He said pointing to a man who must have been 9 feet tall.

"We 'ave to pick up the first years first. Jus' follow me," said Hagrid.

Jubilee whispered to Kitty. "We're going to die here aren't we?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking at their schedules. "Looks like they're going to have a bigger impact than we thought," Ron said. "They've got a freak teaching almost every class." "They're aiding the classes, Ron, not teaching them. It's probably set up this way to offer a better learning experience," offered Hermione.

"Look on the bright side at least we're in all the same classes," said Harry.

"Wait Hermione, you're taking Muggle Studies, again?" asked Ron. "You do know that you already know the stuff. It's for students who were born in all wizarding families."

"You don't have to be from a wizarding family to take Muggle Studies."

"Well it's implied," said Ron who was clearly exasperated. "Why are you taking it Harry?"

"It's required, I thought I might as well get it out of the way this year, so I don't have to worry about it next year," explained Harry.

"Wait, someone named Professor Summers is teaching it? A freak is teaching a class? By himself?" asked Ron.

"He has a better point of view for teaching Muggle Studies, since he isn't magical, and unlike the previous teacher he actually knows what he is talking about," said Hermione.

Just then Dumbledore quieted everyone down. "As many of you know we have guests are going to be staying with us this year." A low murmuring could be heard among the students. "I trust that they will be treated with respect." Again a low murmuring could be heard among the crowd. "This year we have several new teachers. Professor Slughorn is going to be teaching Potions this year. And Professor Snape will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Both Ron and Hermione looked shocked. Harry already knew this unfortunate fact. "Also Professor Summers, who is currently out in the hall is going to teach Muggle Studies," Dumbledore said. "And with that, let the sorting begin!"

McGonagall started off the sorting ceremony. The first years got sorted pretty much equally. There were about 12 Gryffindors, 13 Ravenclaws, 10 Hufflepuffs, and 9 Slytherins. Then the sorting for the mutants began.

"Dane, Lorna," called McGonagall. Lorna sat down. The sorting hat pondered for a moment.

"Hmm, you're defiantly brave, no doubt about that, but you're also very loyal and hard working." The sorting hat thought for another moment. "Hufflepuff." Lorna shrugged and walked over to the Hufflepuff table.

"Drake, Robert," called McGonagall.

"Your very cunning, and a trickster," said the sorting hat.

"I am not," protested Bobby. Kitty laughed.

"But your also very brave and a strong leader," the sorting hat said. Bobby smirked, "Gryfinndor."

"Frost, Emma," called McGonagall. She came forward.

"Pity she can't wear that uniform all year," Ron whispered to Harry. Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach followed by a, "What did I do?"

The hat didn't even touch Emma's head when it yelled "Slytherin."

"LeBeau, Remy," said McGonagal.

That hat pondered for a moment and the said "Slytherin."

"Lee, Jubilation."

"Hufflepuff."

"Logan, Wolverine," McGonagall said to laughs from the students. Logan glared. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Logan?"

"That ain't my name, its Logan, just Logan," he said through gritted teeth.

"Fine Logan, sit down," she commanded. He obeyed and got sorted into Slytherin.

"McCoy, Hank." He came forward and almost half of the students and some of the staff jumped back as the hairy blue man stepped forward. He got sorted in to Ravenclaw.

He mumbled. "As I calculated before hand," and he took his seat next to a very frightened first year.

"Monroe, Ororo." It again was a debate, this time between Gryfinndor and Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw won.

"Pryde, Katharine."

"I hate my name. The name is Kitty," she said under her breath. It was again a conflict between Gryfinndor and Ravenclaw, but in the end Ravenclaw won.

"Rasputin, Piotr," He got sorted into Gryffindor.

"Finally, we get someone else, there's only four left," Said Ron.

"I don't have your last name listed, Rogue."

"Long story, can I just sit down?" McGonagall nodded. She got sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Summers, Alexander."

He sat down. "I think Gryffindor, but for some reason you want Hufflepuff. May I ask why?"

"No," Alex answered. Lorna was turning bright red.

"Oh I see. I'm sorry that you and your lady friend can't be in the same house," The sorting hat said to laughter from the student. "Gryffindor," the hat said and Alex was the color of the banner of the house that he had just joined.

"Summers, Scott."

"Wow" said the hat; "I have only seen a mind this locked up and complex only a few times."

I live- lived, Scott corrected himself, with three telapaths, it's habit.

"Good point. Oh, by the way you're in Gryffindor."

"I guess that's a good sign," said Hermione, "at least he's in Gryffindor."

"Yeah, I guess," Ron said sadly, still upset about Emma getting sorted into Slytherin.

"Oh Ron, get over it, she must be at least 10 years older than you," said Hermione.

"Age is not measured by years, but by wisdom in that person," Ron said poetically.

"Ok than she is at least 50 years older than you," Hermione smiled.

"I hate you," He said softly.

"No you don't," Harry said so that Hermione couldn't hear.

Ron's face turned scarlet. "Shut up."

"Worthington, Warren." He got sorted into Hufflepuff.

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