A/N: My second story huzzah... Anyways, I've been reading quite a bit of crossover fix between Harry Potter and the X-Men so I figured I'd throw my hat in the ring. I'd like to Thank Williams for letting me borrow one of his ideas. Great guy btw, very talented fella. Anyways, I would REALLY appreciate Reviews, I'm serious, you read it, and you had better reply... lol. Anyways, try to keep the flames to a minimum, my piss poor self esteem couldn't take it *sniff sniff* Ha, more to the point, love it hate it whatever, just let me know if ya dig it.
I do not own any of the characters; they belong to Marvel and JK Rowling....
OH ONE LAST THING OH FRIENDS AND WELL WISHERS, THIS IS AU! ENJOY IT DAMNIT!
Tesla
Chamber of Secrets, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"You insolent brat!" a high cold voice screeched.
"Do you think a squib can possibly beat down my precious basilisk?! I am the Heir of Slytherin, none can defeat me!!!" The flickering image of one, Thomas Marvolo Riddle, bellowed at the undersized child attempting to evade his mighty snake. "KILL HIM NOW!" The memory hissed at the behemoth serpent. Nodding with a flicker of devious intelligence, Slytherin's monster turned its attention back to the panting boy who was looking about like a frightened rabbit.
What am I gonna do now? The Dark Loser has a giant fucking killing machine, and my magic's abandoned me, DAMN THAT FUCKING PRICK!!! Harry thought as he attempted to suck the oxygen out of the room into his blazing lungs. Though Quidditch training afforded him a decent amount of stamina and endurance, dodging a nasty great snake was hard work, and the undersized 12 year olds body was screaming at him with indignation to just take a moment and possibly take a quick siesta in one of the antechambers, behind a heavily warded door of course. Even though he was running out of steam, the seeming loss of his formidable raw magic was his forefront concern. I felt OK when I first came down, now I don't think I could cast the levitation curse, what happened to my BLOODY MAGIC!!! The tail end of his thought was shouted mentally as an EEP escaped his throat while he dove out of the way of the striking basilisk.
"Enough playing around my sweet, FINISH THE BLOODTRAITOR!" Riddle hissed as he watched with detached glee as the massive snake reared back to strike the young wizard. To young Harry Potter, time slowed as the mighty beast surged forward. Inside his chest, where at one time he felt the warmth of his magical core, he felt a sudden lovely tingle which grew to a fever pitch as the Harry felt the presence of the snake loom closer with each passing nanosecond. His eyes widened as he felt a surge of power attach itself to every muscle in his body; it felt as though his mind, body, and reflexes had shot into overdrive. Diving out of the snake's path with renewed zeal Harry let out a war cry, one of which had no actual words, just a bestial bellow. It's time to end this, right now; I wonder what is going on? My magic never felt this good. Acting on pure reflex Harry thrust his hand forward and closed his eyes, willing his new magic to release itself.
Within a second of releasing this new magic, Harry smirked at the short but incredibly loud shriek of pain from the mighty beast. WHUMP!!! The floor of the ancient chamber shook from the weight of the now deceased basilisk, tenuously opening his eyes, Harry surveyed his handy work. Lying on the floor was headless and charred remains of one unlucky basilisk.
"Fuck....me...SIDEWAYS!!! WHO IS THE MAN?! HAHAHA!!!" Harry exclaimed, while doing a little victory jig. With a triumphant smirk he turned to face the absolutely stunned animated memory. "So, Tommy-Boy, you want to do this the easy way or... the hard way? Personally I wouldn't mind roasting your tubby ass so bad your older fatter self will need an entire case of Preparation H." While waiting for the image's reply, Harry noticed the diary was throbbing with dark energy, almost as if it had some semblance of a heartbeat. OK, to stop Tommy-Boy, Hmmm.... Maybe if I destroy that Diary.... Harry's musings were cut short as he felt the killing curse flew at him. His new and improved resources served him well as somersaulted away from both riddle and his ickle killing curse, all the way to the little throbbing diary. Picking it up he turned to face the now red faced image who was readying himself to toss yet another curse at the young wizard.
"You know Tommy; you might want to check with a healer mate, that red face could be a sign of heart troubles..." Seeing the shade's eyes narrow onto the diary in his hand, He smirked and looked Riddle in the eye, "My, my, is Tommy worried about his ickle dai-wy?" Harry sing-songed, only to further infuriate the unholy incarnate of his greatest enemy.
"YOU FOOLISH CHILD, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!!! I WILL REND THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, LIQUIFY YOUR ORGANS IN TO PUTRED OOZE, TEAR YOUR SOUL OUT AND DEVOUR IT AS A GOD OF OLD!!! PREPARE FOR YOUR DEATH BOY!!!!" Voldie raged, raising his wand, calling forth the most despicable curse ever devised. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Oh piss in a hat probably shouldn't have pressed him.... Harry thought as he raised a hand to shield himself from the curse that would bring about his death. I'm sorry Ginny; I wish I could have saved your stupid git behind. Good bye Ron, Hermione; I knew thee not all that well... as he felt the curse reach him, the world turned to blackness.
Upstate New York, Cerebro Chamber.
Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair at the controls of Cerebro, his brain child, which aided him in searching out new mutants and old foes. Underneath the helmet that was situated on his Mr. Clean-esque's bald head, allowed the powerful telepath to reach out to places far away. His stern expression deepened as he felt an enormous amount of power well up in the upper portion of Scotland. Dear lord... The last time I felt a mutant that strong... The wheelchair bound mutant removed the helmet from his head, placed it on the console, and then turned around rolling towards the door. The trip from Cerebro to his opulent office on the first floor of the mansion seemed to be only a matter of seconds while he mused about this new information. I must get in touch with Albus immediately... Before picking up the phone, he sent a quick telepathic message to his second-in-command, Scott Summers. Scott, prep the X-jet, we are leaving for Scotland within the hour. Also tell Hank to bring his shielded analyzing equipment, I've found a young man who has great ability... as he received an affirmative answer from the visor field commander; Charles dialed the phone and waited for an answer from across the Atlantic.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hospital Wing, Security Wing
Who knew a memory of a buggerin loony and a fucking snake could ruin your day.... Pain lanced thru his body and the Med-witch poked and prodded his battered body...fuck me, ruining my year...
Harry James Potter was having a bitch of a night. He had saved his best mates little sister, a little sister who was stupid enough to allow herself to become possessed by an obviously dark, nasty, and evil diary. Oh well, at least she tried to get rid of the thing... Although flushing it down the shitter was not too terribly bright... Glancing around at his surroundings, he realized he didn't recognize this particular part of the Hospital Wing. There were none of the large windows that would normally allow sunlight into the ward and inside the obviously subterranean ward, there was the strong pungent smell of antiseptic though it was also laced with mold. Hmm… Wonder where the hell Headmaster stuck me this time... And what the hell is that annoying tingle…? Kinda feels like that strange magic I had in the Chamber. Hey, are my hands asleep? Holding up his hands, he had to clamp his mouth shut to stifle the scream threatening to tear the unsettling silence of the dark corner of the Hospital Wing.
Bright sparks of electricity moved along the skin of his hands, though he felt no pain, the sight of one's hand's impersonating an electrified fence, would certainly cause any sane person to want to scream and wet themselves. OK WHAT IN THE BLOODY NAME OF MERLIN'S SAGGY PANTS IS GOING ON HERE!!! Harry screamed inside his own skull, with that thought entering his addled mind, he was immediately swept up into the black bliss of unconsciousness once more.
Watching the young lad from under his Disillusionment charm, Professor Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, shook his head sadly. Why Fate couldn't cut this young lad a break... Though not all that has happened to Harry is Fate's Fault, some of the blame falls on my shoulders. Shaking his bearded head sadly the wizened headmaster made his way out of the secure ward of the Hospital Wing, sealing the hidden door in the stark stone wall. Spotting Poppy attending to the newly un-petrified students, he subtly motioned for Poppy to meet him in her office. Seeing her nod, Dumbledore moved to her office, selected a cushy armchair, and waited for his medical staff to meet with him.
When the med-witch was satisfied with her patients' wellbeing, she made her way to her office. When she entered she closed the door, waved her wand, and set quite a few powerful silencing spells which came in handy, especially with Med-Witch-Patient confidentiality. Moving around the venerable Headmaster, she settled into her seat behind the organized desk. Taking a breath, Dumbledore hesitated as if searching for the correct words, an odd thing given who was about to speak. Seeing an opening, Madam Promfrey decided to forge ahead with her report.
"Albus, young Mr. Potter is physically fine, fit as an ox as it were..." She herself hesitated as she groped for the right words to explain the boy's odd affliction. "But I have no idea why he seems to be permeated by or radiating lightning. There are no historical records of anyone having this affliction caused by a basilisk bite, usually they just die…" She trailed off while fidgeting under the twinkling gaze of the wizened Headmaster. I wish he would wave his hand or some such, that twinkle gets a bit annoying when you're just trying to give an honest opinion…
Smiling kindly, Dumbledore crossed his legs and folded his hands upon his top knee. "It is most disconcerting, Poppy my dear, but as of right now I am awaiting word from a dear old friend, who is quite well versed in this particular brand of phenomena." Letting his words sink in, the old timer plowed ahead. "Now Poppy, I need you to keep Mr. Potter in stasis, as I fear that this affliction may cause harm to himself or others. As of right now he is unconscious due in no small part to the shocking site of his hands quivering with lightning." Chuckling at his own pun, the Greatest Wizard in the world left his medical matron to carry out his orders.
When he was out of her ward, she sighed and rolled her eyes at his atrocious joke. He may be the greatest wizard to be born since Merlin, but the man couldn't make a joke if it bit him on his wrinkled arse. Snorting at the thought of a creature barmy enough to bite Albus Dumbledore on the arse, she made her way to the secluded private ward, trying to contain what sounded to the others in the ward, to be giggles coming from the normally stern matron.
Inside his office, Albus Dumbledore let his occulemency shields falter just enough to let a certain protégé of the mental arts access to his brilliant mind
Ah…Hello Charles. How soon should I be expecting you…?
Forest of Dean
Deep within the gloomy forest halls, a man stumbles through the underbrush, chest heaving with both exhaustion and pain. After a few more bruising paces, the bloody and beaten man comes to a stop, drinking in the cold forest air as fast as his burning lungs can handle. What a brilliant idea... Allow some crazy Jew to invite you to his home for a few more drinks and to hear of an opportunity to make a few galleons... Sure, you said didn't you John, what could it possibly hurt you say…? A dry twig snaps about fifty meters behind him. Stiffening at the sound, looking every bit like the scared animal he really is...Fucking bollocks...
He feels hot breath on his neck and turns his head slowly to see his pursuer. Eyes tightly shut in peril of his own mortality; John turns to meet his maker. The feeling passes and slowly, micron by micron, John opens one eye. Phew... musta been some sorta animal... Turning back to the direction he was running, John comes eye to eye with a terrible sight.
A cloaked and hooded man stands in front of him, a man that John can see through. Normally a hooded figure and/or ghost wouldn't scare him, seven years at Hogwarts Castle took care of his irrational fear of ghosts, But the scarlet orbs boring into him has him frozen in fear nearly to the point where involuntary bladder control was viable and probably somewhere it would be the best course of action.
The scarlet eyes seemed to twinkle like those of a rabid dog as a high cool voice broke through his momentary hearing loss brought on by the terror the eyes had caused.
"Hello John, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your form for awhile. Give my regards to whatever deity listens to your mudblood prayers." A high cold, yet aristocratic voice says softly with an edge of disgust and menace.
As the specter glided towards him, all John could think was, Why me?
A scream breaks the night, causing a lone figure to shudder uncomfortably. Looking at a ratty pocket watch, the small figure notes the time and replaces the watch into the confines of his pocket. Pulling the cloak closer to his chilled for, he's relived to notice that the screaming has stopped. Better him than me. Shivering again at the prospect of losing the one thing he considered valuable. Checking his watch for the thousandth time he finally sees's a cloaked man walking towards him. Immediately seeing his lord approaching, he dropped to one knee, knowing that if he did not, he would be punished in a terrible flurry of anger and curses. Keeping his head low, he feels the once lost and not nearly forgotten presence of his master.
"Rise my faithful servant, look upon your lord." a smooth voice coaxes.
Feeling emboldened by the kind words, the servant nearly leaps to his feet. "What is thy bidding my master?"
"Remain at your post, do NOT find yourself caught. I will contact you when the final ritual is ready. Do not search for me, I shall seek you out."
Nodding submissively the servant bowed low and disappeared away quickly, thanking all that was indeed holy that his master was in a good and generous mood. Standing alone on the edge of the forest, the master stretched his new muscles. Working out the kinks and healing a few wounds, he silently disappeared away to a place a very few privileged individuals knew the existence of.