Harry Potter/ X-men

Pairings: Logan/Kurt, Angel/Harry(Galen)/Gambit

Warning: Sexual situations, torture and a couple of other things that I'll add later at my discretion. AKA, when I remember them.

A/N: This is one first story I've written in the long time as I've been away from a working comp or at least one with internet. My plan is to write on my spare time but to type up what I have now (my WiaFB included) and just get them out on the web before really hitting the paper again. I Have a LOT of stories so bear with me here. Sadly Partnership will be on a permanent hiatus for a long time unless someone wants to adopt it. I have lost my fervour for hp/dm fics. That's why Wizards in a Fruits Basket will have some minor changes to the story line but not the posted chapters. That's all I have to say for now. Reviews or complaints are welcome.

Prologue:

The crowds were teeming, an agitated mass of anger, fear and grief. He watched it all from his seat, the chains chafing his wrists every time his guard jerked them in frustration at his calm front. Most of them refused to look at him, as well they should, for as old as they were, well into their 40's and 50's, he still looked the same as the day he had saved them all. Which was the main problem in this situation. These men and women had barely been children when the second war ended, most not even born, and none new the true horrors of those years, nor the reasons why barely any of Harry's generation now lived. They all felt fit to blame him though, for their losses and their fears. He didn't even know the name of the man condemning him, the most recent Minister, as he had stopped learning the names of those that would die on him in a few short years. All he knew was that after denying that he knew of any means to become immortal, they had attacked, killing the last of his family in the crossfire. Teddy had been strong for his age of 67 but being part werewolf had left him ostracized and childless, unwelcome in both human and non-human worlds. Having lost the majority of his friends in the war or in the years following due to spell sickness, he and Teddy had closed ranks, holed up together against the world, only emerging when someone tried to bring back those days of sorrow and start another war.

With Teddy lost and no one left to hold him to this existence, Harry's future was fairly settled. Now he had only a few loose ends to tie up.

His focus shifted from the increasingly jittery aurors to the bile filled man that could have given Fudge a run for his money in his time as minister. The long and pretentious speech was winding down as it had done its job in riling the crowd into a frenzy of hate. It was Harry's Turn to burst their little bubble of entitlement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I fear it is my duty to bring before you the man, no, creature that has denied us the rights to preserve the lives of ourselves and our children. Today is the last chance we will graciously give this being to reveal the truth before he spends the rest of his existence in the deepest pit of Azkaban." A great cheer arose from the masses and Harry was jerked to his feet roughly. All that noise and cheer tapered off as he was trotted out in chains and magical dampeners. Confused murmurs rippled through the last of the wizarding folk of England. It truly pained him to see Diagon alley so empty compared to the first years of his time in Hogwarts. Even after so long, Voldemort's mark on the people was still felt. Feeling the change in the air the Minister pressed on. "Do not be fooled by his appearance, he is dangerous and wilful. Long has he gone against the ministry and the rightful recipients of his knowledge. The whole of the Wizard Nation. This will be the last time he is allowed to try and share his secrets that should never have been kept before rightful justice will fall on his head."

Harry had to admit that he was a good public speaker as he was pushed forward to the podium, the Sonorus charm latching on to him as the nameless Minister stepped back. He wondered, briefly what they thought of what they saw standing before them. A short dark haired teenager who was skinny from malnourishment and dirty from mistreatment, in cloths the guards had forced him into that hung from his slim form. He looked nothing like the powerful figure he was known for and he knew that. The only thing that ever made people believe was the bright green eyes, A long lasting gift from his mother but now something even more, that reflected the inner pools of power that had only grown since the time of his youth. The eyes that proved him to be the Master Of Death, no matter that the Hallows no longer existed. There was a reason why they had never been collected by a single person before. A wand prodded him in the spine none too gently, pulling him out of his contemplations. The auror in question scurried back when those same eyes focused on him. Harry's gaze refocused on the impatient crowd and he opened his mouth.

"I don't suppose any of you recognize me any longer, though you would find my image in most history tomes," His voice washed over them in its soft unruffled way, creating an opposing image to the chains that clinked lightly with his every movement. "but then none of you would really remember those times and I am grateful that. My name is Harry James Potter. Lord of the houses Potter and Black and Named Heir of Griffindor, Slytherin and Avalon and I have been... asked... to reveal the secrets of immortality to you." He waited patiently as the cries of outrage and denial burned themselves out, standing unperturbed as implications sunk in to, not only the crowd, but the Aurors that had had him in their tender mercies these past months. Only the Minister had access to his identity and that man was sweating now that it became obvious that the spells he had set to censor Harry had been disabled. His continued silence seemed to upset one more volatile spectator who felt that fruit would get him to talk faster. The orange got fairly close, mainly because it was backed by magic, but the second vibrant green eyes took in the object, it seemed to implode into itself. Silence reigned.

"Stun him!" The Minister's voice came out three octaves than was natural, "The restraints failed, stun him!"

The Aurors made no move, rather, they couldn't move. Fear set in as the spectators saw the men and women meant to protect them get caught in tight bonds of magic and they found their escape, by either apparation or portkey blocked along with the entrance to the alley.

"Come now," Harry continued mildly, "you wanted me to speak so I will speak and all of you will listen." Silence fell again only this time it was unnatural. The chains rattled harshly as he shook them off absently. The Minister whimpered. "That's better. Now you all want the secret to immortality?The last person who sought this was Voldemort so my confidence in this world dwindles. Their is no such thing as immortality."

"Lies!" the Minister screeched, "You have not aged since the day of my induction!"

Harry smiled, the crowd was beginning to realize that their Minister was the only one with a voice for a reason. "I am not Immortal. I am a product of ancient magic that I had to sacrifice myself to when I was seventeen. If you wish to follow my path there are a few things you must do." Now they were enraptured, waiting for his secrets. "First you must be hunted. From birth a madman will dog your every step until by some fluke you manage to drive him away for a short while at the cost of the only people who will love you unconditionally. Your parents."

Every last one of them reared back from the thought of such a situation, but Harry did not let up. "Next you must sacrifice everything. Your childhood, your dreams, your future, everything to focus on destroying the one who hunts you. Only with that single mindedness will you be able to achieve the frame of mind needed to withstand the next step."

Frowns were appearing on the few faces he could distinguish in the crowd, "Thirdly you must watch your family be destroyed in front of you. Then your friends. Then anyone who ever chose to follow you into the battle that has become your life. You must lose every one you hold dear because the next and last step can never be achieved without it." Only horror coming from the masses now. "You must face your enemy and stand firm as you let them kill you."

He drew in a deep breath to regain his equilibrium, letting the rage and vitriol leave his voice. The spells on the people faded but non saw fit to speak up so Harry continued after calming himself. "You all seem to forget the cost of the last war, or has the fact that most of those in my generation are no longer among the living slipped your minds. Everyone that meant anything to me is gone now, the last, my son Teddy, taken from me so that I could be forced to stand before you now. I am not immortal, I am Undying. No matter what I have done or tried I can never die, can never see my loved ones again, and you have now left me completely alone."

Someone sobbed. "This is why I came to a decision. These past sixty plus years I have been content to protect you from those who would follow in my enemy's foot steps, but no longer. As incurred by me the moment I killed Voldemort, I Harry James Potter do call in every life debt owed to me by those affected by his actions." Raw unconstrained magic flooded the Alley as it connected him to every person there and stretched out across the globe. Even Harry was surprised at the sheer amount of people affected but Voldie's actions. "From this day forth there will be equal rights and regulations for all cognisant magical creatures and people. If any try to undermine or overrule theses laws, they will be stripped of their magic, lands and titles then banished to he muggle world. Secondly, if anyone should seek immortality for personal or selfish reasons that can lead to the death of or pain to any other person, then both their lives and magic are forfeit. As the life debt carries through the generations so shall these stipulations. So mote it be."

The magic crashed down on them driving most to their knees. The magic flowed through him as he felt the laws being rewritten and affecting the creatures once subjugated by the people he had fought to protect. He breathed deep as the last tie to this world was released. He called out to his Mother and allowed Her to enfold him with Her touch for what would be the last time. She mournfully answered his prayer gathering Her Gift within him, Her final paladin. When he spoke again it was not only his voice that condemned them all.

"Do not think to seek retribution for what you have brought upon yourselves this day for We will no longer be within your reach." His smooth tenor voice was overlay-ed with a soft feminine tone that shook the cobblestones beneath their feet with every word. "The Gift will remain in the blood of the chosen but no longer shall We intervene to protect the undeserving. We leave you to your fate until such a time when the Line once again shows they are worthy of Our Joining. You have rejected the Paladin brought forth by the prayers of your ancestors as such no longer will you calls be heeded." She retreated from his psyche but the freed Aurors and Minister backed away from the platform as the shadows began to pull together behind him into a pinprick of soft grey light.

"I am sorry," pity shone in his green eyes as he looked of the crowd of devastated wizards and witches, "for the pain you will once again have to endure. I hope you remember to stand together to protect each other because now there is no one to keep those aspiring to rule with pain and fear in check. Just like Grindewald and Voldemort. Like the three ambitious Dark Lords I managed to put down, before the death toll became evident, since Voldemort." The grey dot darkened steadily as more shadows were consumed at a faster rate. "I wish you luck."

The black light surged forward, fingers of magic infused shadows engulfed him for a single instant before exploding outward again leaving only an empty podium. The magic holding the Alley closed vanished abruptly, rocking a few people but that was for gotten with the sudden influx of magical creatures. Werewolves, Veela, Vampires old enough to withstand the sun and so many others. So many not seen since the age of Arthur and Merlin, like the Elves, Selkies, and Nymphs.

A Vampire stepped forward smoothly, parting the mass of bodies with his presence alone. He was old enough that the Dark Creatures differed to him without thought and only a towering ethereal being stood as his equal. As humanoid as the Elf seemed, the eyes too large and slanted, face sharp and smooth in its perfect symmetry, hair snow white against darkly tanned skin, all its features named it superior to the simplicity of the human features. Together representing the two factions of the ones born of Magic and connected with Her still they approached the Minister, who seemed to have fallen into shock.

"Were you the one to violate the Avti'lufar?" the Elf's voice swelled along the crowed like a soft rainfall calming the rising hysteria.

"Wh-what? The what?" the shell shocked man blinked rapidly, his brain trying to process the beings before him.

"He means," The Vampire purred, the mocking seduction in his timbre enthralling the humans in the immediate vicinity, "did you capture, torture and starve the one man chosen from all things magical to be the guiding light of all those blessed by the Mother?"

"I-I don't ... it can't be possible... he was just-"

"He was just Harry Potter." the Vampire snarled, fangs flashing. "Master of Death."

"Lord of Avalon." the once smooth cadence of the Elf's voice had become a thunder storm.

"Bak-Se-Sanchi. Child of Darkness"

"Avti'lufar. The Undying Light."

"He was the one, through all the promises and temptations given to us by men of evil and ambition, the one to finally give us freedom. You are all bound to the laws he has laid down by Magic Herself. Not just you but every magic user the world over." The Vampire's smirk was triumphant as the repercussions of his greed sunk in for the Minister.

"The child, the self named Voldemort, would have tainted the very essence of this world, leading it to devastation. It was Seen and averted due to the Avti'lufar. The Debt owed to him was great."

"So by these new laws I, Sanguine, eldest of the Vampires and representative of all those claimed by the Dark, call in all injustices on behalf of the one titled Bak-Se-Sanchi by the first prophets."

"I, Yilan'Tor'Mikan, Chief of the Tor'Carhen Tribe and representative of all those born of the Light, call in all transgressions on behalf of the one recognized as Avti'lufar by the first prophets."

Magic snapped in to action, binding all those involved with the capture and abuse of Harry, and dragging them before the two ambassadors, the Minister included. The two beings, natural enemies but united by a singular cause, held a silent conversation in a glance, and Sanguine stepped forward to pass judgement. Yilan was never one to speak more than he had to and Sanguine always did like to hear his own voice.

"You will be held and magically dampened in a secure facility of our choosing until such a time as a full panel of mixed races and impartial judges can be convened to sentence you fully. All holdings and titles will be frozen until the trial with a reasonable stipend set aside for your families or any dependants." The group of criminals, mainly comprised of Aurors with a few supposed civilians alongside the Minister, disappeared with pop. The majority of the gathered creatures followed, returning to their homes to spread the news of the happenings.

The two ambassadors were stalled in their escape by a woman in the crowd finding her voice faster then the rest of he species. It would later be revealed that she was a reporter as her three page article on everything that transpired in the Alley that day would be read the world over by dinner the next day.

"What happens to us now?"

Yilan was the one to answer as his amethyst eyes honed in on her paling face. "Mourn, repent and adapt for the world as you have known it to be has shifted and only the worthy will survive this event."