Okay...this is my first non-oneshot. So no really mean stuff.

Disclaimer: Uh huh. yeah. I totally own this. Yeah right, if I did, I wouldn't have to be the one to clean my room. I don't own Harry Potter or X-Men. But Nach is mine. So no stealing, unless you are granted permission to use her. Oh yeah, plot if mine too!

First Chappie!- It Begins

"Crucio!"

Thud!

Draco Malfoy fell hard onto the stone floor of Malfoy Manor. He screamed as his body shook with agony. After failing to kill Dumbledore on his own, Voldemort had decided that Malfoy needed to be toughened up by Bellatrix. Narcissa had tried to reason with Bella, but she was determined to make the lesson stick: Always do as the Lord says.

The pain lessoned, and Malfoy shakily raised himself up on his elbows, struggling to find the strength to glare hatefully at Bella. He had come to the conclusion that he hated Snape, Bellatrix, and all the others. But especially his father. His father was a fool, believing that joining Voldemort would give him the power he wanted. Voldemort didn't care about any one, least of all his followers.

Bellatrix Lestrange stared calmly down at the young man on the ground in front of him. The boy had determination, that was clear, but not the power to ever be useful to Voldemort. She thought sarcastically, 'And this is the pride and joy of the Malfoy family?' But then, maybe this wasn't so surprising, seeing what the father was like: weak, egotistical, and power-hungry.

Malfoy painfully pulled himself to his feet, determined to prove his strength to Bellatrix.

"Please stop! Isn't this enough!" Narcissa cried out. She had been forced to watch her son be tortured by her family.

Bella said without looking up, "Narcissa, do shut up." Narcissa clamped her mouth shut and trembled. Malfoy glared balefully at Bellatrix, hating her for her cruelty toward his mother. Malfoy may have hated his father, but never his mother.

"Leave her alone, Bellatrix. She didn't do anything to you." He growled at Bella, fury clear in his voice.

Bellatrix turned to Malfoy and said calmly, "I don't believe I asked your opinion, child. Perhaps the lesson is not quite done. Crucio!"

Malfoy screamed and thought loosely, 'She's gonna keep this up until I die.'

He felt himself letting go, then suddenly, he heard someone yelling in his head, "What are you, stupid! Don't prove this bitch right!" Malfoy made one final effort, then let go and fell into darkness.

Bellatrix blinked when Draco suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her calmly, then, with a quiet pop, he Disapparated. Bellatrix clenched her jaw angrily, glared at the floor where Malfoy once was, and turned on her heel and stormed away.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione Apparated to Godric's Hollow at nine-thirty at night. They looked around carefully and hesitantly started toward the cemetery to go see Harry's parents.

When they reached the graves, Harry crouched down and stared at the writing on the stones. He took a deep breath and thought about what he wanted to say, but all that he could think of was that he had this nagging feeling that someone needed his help. Ron and Hermione shifted uneasily, feeling anxious about the trip. McGonagall had forbidden them from going anywhere but 12 Grimmauld Place, Hogwarts, or the Weasley's.

Harry reached out and gently touched the engravings, then whispered, "Thanks," and got up and turned to his friends. "Well, let's get back to Hogwarts," he said softly. Ron and Hermione nodded and the three Disapparated.

The three appeared at Hogsmeade and swiftly started up towards Hogwarts. Suddenly, there was a pop in front of them and they saw a figure crumble to the ground. They ran over and turned the still form over.

"Malfoy?" Ron blurted out. Malfoy lay still and silent, blood staining through his shirt and bruises on his face. Ron snorted and moved to go, but Harry stopped him.

"We need to take him with us." Ron stared at Harry in shock, and moved to protest. But Hermione briskly nodded and took out her wand.

"Mobilicorpus." The three trotted back to Hogwarts, the body floating in front of them.

Madame Pomfrey looked at the still boy critically. After being surprised by Harry and Hermione dashing in with Malfoy in tow, she had quickly gotten down to business, healing bruises and cuts and prescribing potions against the pain. Finished, she knew the only thing that they could do was wait for him to wake up.

She strode out to see Harry, Ron, Hermione, and McGonagall clustered together, waiting for her diagnosis. She listed briskly, "Torture, beatings, starvation, and exhaustion. He'll be out for a few hours at least."

Ron burst out, "Torture! Why would they torture him? He's a Death Eater!"

Harry said thoughtfully, "Or at least he was. Maybe he rebelled and they decided that he had to be re-educated." He had recently read 1984 and other books on Communism and other societies and understood more about brainwashing and threats.

Hermione nodded, she too had read 1984. McGonagall frowned, her brow furrowing. She said, "What will we do with him? Obviously we can't just give him back. But can we trust him?"

Harry thought and shrugged. "We'll find out when he wakes up. Should we give him Veritaserum?" McGonagall glanced at him, and nodded thoughtfully. She thought, 'Yes, but…what if…?' She turned and started towards Dumbledore's office, now hers. She called over her shoulder, "Potter, Granger, Weasley, come with me. Pomfrey, please stay with Malfoy." The three followed her while Pomfrey returned to her patient.

Up in Dumbledore's office, the three sat in chairs while McGonagall searched Dumbledore's desk. They glanced at each other, confused, while she muttered softly.

Hermione asked hesitantly, "Professor? What is it?" McGonagall motioned for her to wait, and continued her search.

"Ah! Here it is." McGonagall held up a paper with writing. The three perked up and looked questioningly at her. She looked at them and explained patiently, "Albus had some friends who might be able to help us. With the war." Harry stood up and asked confusedly, "Why haven't they been helping before?"

McGonagall sighed. "Because Albus didn't want them to be part of it, since he didn't think that it was their war to fight." The Trio stared at her. She continued impatiently, 'They aren't wizards. They're…different. Good people, but a wee bit odd. But Albus liked them, and I think that they might be willing to help us. We'll just wait until Malfoy is awake, then call." Harry nodded, and the group headed back to the Infirmary to meet with the rest of the teachers to talk about strategy.

Malfoy blinked slowly, regaining consciousness. The babble around him stopped, and he opened his eyes fully, preparing himself for his mother, or, better yet, Bellatrix. Instead, he got a different kind of shock.

"Huh? Where the hell am I?"

Pomfrey explained patiently, "Back at Hogwarts, dear. These three," she gestured towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "found you at Hogsmeade and dragged you here." Malfoy nodded stupidly, feeling dazed.

McGonagall asked sharply, "Well? Why did you go to Hogsmeade?"

Malfoy answered truthfully, "To get away from Voldemort and the others. I didn't want to be with murderers." McGonagall looked at him, and nodded.

"Well then. I suppose you're with us then." Malfoy blinked, thought about it, then nodded sensibly, "I suppose I am."

Harry stared at Malfoy. Malfoy was never this sensible. He spent far too much time being as rude and stubborn as possible. Harry amended his thought, 'well, at least before he had to grow up and learn what being a Death Eater really was.'

McGonagall said, "Then, I might as well make the call." She took out her wand and glanced at the instructions on her paper. Frowning, she put her wand back. She read the instructions again, then turned to Hermione. "Miss Granger, do you understand this at all?"

Hermione took the paper, read it, and grinned. "It's a telephone number." Ron blinked, shocked. These friends were Muggles? Odd…

Hermione continued, "There's also a name…Professor Xavier?" McGonagall nodded, and asked, "What are we supposed to do?" Hermione read the paper over again.

"I suppose you're supposed to say the number in your mind…but that doesn't make sense."

McGonagall said swiftly, "It doesn't matter, just say the number." Hermione dutifully recited the number, and the group waited impatiently. Malfoy raised a brow and looked around, baffled. The Trio glanced at each other. Mcgonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and the other teachers shifted.

Trelawney said dramatically, "I suppose it was a fake. You could have asked me, and I could have told you it wasn't real."

Suddenly, with a silent poof, a girl appeared by the door. "Hey guys! What's up?" McGonagall smiled warmly and welcomed the girl as everyone else stared in shock. Where'd she come from?

Glancing around, the girl said cheerfully, "It's really late back at the school, so I was the only one awake. I just got back from my trip. If you'd like I can get the professor…"

Minerva said quickly, "Oh no Nach, that's fine. We just wanted to ask the school for help."

The girl perked up and asked, "Help? With what?"

Ron interrupted rudely, "With what! With the war against You-Know-Who! How can you not know? And how'd you get here?" he was going to continue, but the girl looked at him, and raised one eye-brow. She cocked her head, shrugged, and turned to McGonagall.

"What's this moron going on about?" As Ron opened his mouth hotly, McGonagall cut in.

"Stop it Nach, you're not helping. I'll just introduce you all. Potter, Granger, Weasley, this is Sasha, but we call her Nach. This is Malfoy, and I think you've seen Flitwick, Sprout and Trelawney before."

Hermione asked curiously, "Why are you called Nach? And where are you from?"

Nach grinned and said happily, "Nach is just a nickname, I can explain another time. My school's from the U.S." Hermione's eyes widened. How did she get here so fast?

Almost like she was reading Hermione's mind, Nach said cheerfully, "My school's for Gifted Youngsters, but you can just call us Mutants! I do loads of stuff with my mind, like telepathy, teleporting, telekinetic things, and a whole buncha other stuff."

Having said this, Nach turned to McGonagall and said, "So, you want help in a war? I'll tell the Professor about it in the morning, okay? Logan's not at the school right now, some trip or something, and Scott went with him." With a grin she added, "I'll be seeing y'all tomorrow, so take two and call me in the morning!" With that, she disappeared with a poof.

Ron, Harry, and Malfoy asked in unison, "What was that all about!" They looked at each other, made a face, and turned to McGonagall for explanation.

McGonagall sighed, and prepared to explain all when Hermione gave a strained giggle. Everyone turned to Hermione to see her bright red, trying not to laugh hysterically. Harry raised an eyebrow, and Hermione burst out laughing. Sprout, Flitwick, and Trelawney shrugged and said their goodbyes, leaving the Infirmary.

McGonagall continued, struggling to keep the smile off her face as Hermione continued to laugh. "Albus was close friends with a man in the U.S. who is head of a school. Not a wizardry school, but one for children and teenagers who have special abilities. They're commonly called Mutants, because one of their genes has a mutation that they receive from the father's side. There are many different abilities, like walking on water, controlling fire, creating ice, walking through walls, telepathy, teleportation, things like that. The head professor is a man who has telepathy. He uses it to discover Mutants and to bring them to the school. That's the basic idea."

Ron asked curiously, "But what was the part about taking two and calling her in the morning?"

Hermione answered, "That was why I was laughing. In the Muggle world, potions are called medicines. Medicines can be in liquid or solid form, and the solid ones are called pills. The idea is that doctors or mediwizards for us, commonly say to take two pills and call them in the morning to say if the person is feeling better or not. Nach was just playing around with that."

The boys looked at each other and shrugged. McGonagall took back control by saying, "Well, it's late, and you all should get to bed. Potter, Weasley, it would be kind of you to lead Malfoy to your rooms and to lend him some clothes." Ron looked like he was going to protest, but Harry kicked him, shutting him up.

Harry turned to Malfoy, "Come on then." He led Malfoy down the hall to where they were staying, Ron following. Hermione went off in her own direction to her room.

When the boys arrived, Ron went over to his bed and sat down on it, watching Malfoy warily. Malfoy asked Harry, "So we're all staying together then?"

Harry nodded. "You can use that bed Malfoy."

Malfoy corrected him. "Draco."

"What?"

"Draco. My father's name is Malfoy, and I doubt that he'll be willing to claim me as his son, so therefore I'm Draco."

Harry looked at Draco, and asked politely, "Don't you hate me?"

Draco thought about it, and said slowly. "Not really…I don't even really know you very well. I guess I was just being stupid before and didn't understand that."

Harry stared at Draco, poleaxed. Draco Malfoy being reasonable? He had changed a lot. "I guess I'm Harry then, Draco."

Ron piped in. "And that makes me Ron." Draco looked at both of them, and grinned, shocking Harry and Ron. They saw Draco's real smile for the first time.

Wheee! I did it! I finally put this story up! Yay! Please read and review, but no flames! Ciao y'alls!

Tam