Authors' Note: Before you begin reading this lovely bit of fiction, there are a few things you should be forewarned of. First off, in the X-men Evolution side of things, this story takes place after Apocalypse and the end of the series.

Secondly, Rahne and Jubilee have returned because their parents decided that they would be better off at the Institute and all that Jazz.

Next, Gambit and Colossus have joined the X-men and Pyro has joined the Brotherhood. Not going to delve into the reasoning for that as it is not really important to the story.

That basically wraps up the X-men side, now onto the Harry Potter side of things . . .

This story takes place during the fifth book, The Order of the Phoenix. It is AU so we will be messing with the story line quite a bit. There (obviously) will be spoilers from the first four books as well as the fifth. If you haven't read them yet, what are you doing here, go out and read the books now.

Your humble Mistresses of Mayhem and Crossovers:
Alexis Ravenlockes & Jinxeh


The Legacy of Lupin

Chapter 1: Longing

Rahne Sinclair released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as she moved along the wall in a crouched position. She could feel the cool concrete of the massive warehouse through her blue and yellow X-men training uniform. She was in her position to strike; she just had to wait for the call.

"Wolfsbane to Iceman," she whispered through her comm. link, her Scottish accent rich with the excitement she held for the mission, "I'm in position, ready to strike." The earpiece in her ear crackled to life.

"Good," her team leader responded, "X-23, what's the guards' status?" The crackle of the comm. links died down for a moment before coming back to life.

"They're patrolling their routes," a girl's voice crackled over the link; X-23's voice to be exact, "They are about one minute from being in position."

"Sixty seconds, ladies and gents," Iceman reiterated, "Remember, get in, get your target, and get out. It's a rescue mission, not a frontal attack."

"Thirty seconds," X-23 chimed in once Iceman finished, "Everybody prepped?" It was more of a rhetorical question, and Rahne began to transform into her feral form: half-teenage girl, half-wolf.

"Move out!" Iceman commanded and Rahne, in her complete feral form, leapt up and grabbed onto the edge of a window that was six feet above her head. With a mighty upward thrust, she threw the window open and crawled into the room. She quickly crossed the width of the room and moved into the hall. Passing several doors, she finally found the right one and tried the door. Unsurprisingly, she found it locked. With another mighty jerk, she had the offending lock ripped off.

As she entered the room she transformed back into a normal looking fourteen year old girl. She needed to get the girl out of here with out having her freak out. Rahne immediately saw that the girl was strapped to a medical examining table. She rushed forward and began undoing the straps as the girl stared at her with wide green eyes.

"Me name's Rahne, lassie," she said with her lightly accented voice, "I'm de one rescuin' you tonight." The girl laughed softly and blew her white bangs out of her face. Rahne finished with one hand strap and moved onto the feet while the other girl began working on freeing her other hand. Her earpiece crackled to life.

"Security has been tripped," X-23 said into the comm. link, "you guys have about a minute to get out before getting caught."

"Can you distract them in any way?" the familiar voice of Jubilee said over the frequency, "I'm too far into the building to get out in that short of time." There was a moment of radio silence.

"Yes," X-23 said eventually, "I'm pulling them away from the buildings now." By the time this conversation had terminated, Rahne and her target were moving through the halls back to the window Rahne had first entered. It wasn't a far drop, but Rahne looked at the girl.

"D'you think you c'n make de jump?" Rahne asked and the girl smirked.

"'Course Ah cahn," she said before jumping easily out of the window and landing on the ground. Rahne did her half transformation and leapt from the window as well. Once she hit the ground, she transformed back and began to run, crouched, along the walls with her target following closely. Rahne's ears pricked up as she heard the distant sound of gunshots.

"Ah'm hit!" Sam's voice sounded over the radio. Rahne groaned inwardly. They had been doing so well!

"End simulation" the robotic female's voice sounded throughout the chamber, and the warehouses and forest surroundings faded away. They were replaced by a well lit large white and silver room with nothing in it other than the group of teenage mutants who had been training. Rahne looked around to her teammates; everyone seemed to be fine, except the Southern boy who was gripping his shoulder in pain.

"Cannonball, are you alright?" a calm, Oxford accented voice came over the speakers from the control booth suspended above the empty room. Cannonball, or Sam Guthrie, flashed a thumb's up to the booth.

"Ah'll live," he said standing slowly, "but dose rubbah bullets hahrt like hell." This comment elicited a chuckle from his teammates.

"Very well then," the calm voice said again, "New Mutants, please report up to the control booth. X-men you are dismissed." Rahne let out a sigh, the "after-the-fact" analysis was always the worst part of the Danger Room sessions. Rahne's target, the X-woman known as Rogue, let out a soft chuckle.

"Yah newbies are so funny," she drawled slowly, "These trahin' sessions are nothin' compared ta what Logahn had us doin' our firs' tahme out. Y'all should considah yerselves lucky . . ." Rahne smiled knowingly. She had always liked the older, gothic, southern girl. She saw everything in black and white, and she wasn't afraid to tell you how she truly felt.

Giving her a wave goodbye, Rahne joined the rest of the New Mutants as they made their way up to the control room. Everyone hoped it would be a short meeting, but they had a feeling it would drag on for awhile. The doors to the room opened with the familiar whoosh sound and the students filed in and awaited their doom. Logan eyed each of the teens carefully.

"Overall," he said gruffly, "You lot did fairly well. Popsicle, ya did a good job leading and making sure everything and everyone was set to the best circumstances." Iceman, otherwise known as Bobby Drake, beamed knowing that Logan had almost given him a compliment.

"Girl," he said turning to X-23, Cadence Howlett his daughter (or more accurately: his clone), "Good job distracting the security when Firecracker said she couldn't get out, but next time don't go full frontal. Get their attention and lead them away without attacking directly; you should only attack when it's completely necessary." The solemn brown-haired girl gave a curt nod.

"Speaking of the Firecracker," Logan turned and looked to a short, black-haired Asian girl who was better known as Jubilation Lee or Jubilee, "Not being able to get out in the time allowed was mainly your fault. If you had been paying attention during the debriefing, you would have known which room your target was in. Instead, you were spacing out and had to guess several times before you actually got to the right room." Jubilee blushed and became very interested in the tiling on the floor.

"Sparky," Logan said turning his sights on a sixteen year old that had bright blonde hair and orange bangs that stood up on end, "Good job with shorting out the security system to get into your target's room," Ray Crisp, or Berzerker, smiled broadly, "However, that was what tripped the security alarm." The smile vanished instantly. Logan readjusted his sights once again.

"Farm Boy," Logan turned to the boy rubbing his shoulder, "I only have two words for you: Constant Vigilance. Just because you can rocket yourself out of trouble doesn't mean you'll always be able to avoid it. You need to pay attention to your surroundings so you can use your powers when you do see danger." Sam nodded and continued rubbing his sore shoulder.

"Princess," Logan addressed Amara Aquilla gruffly, "You did a good job, but you freaked Kurt out when you came into the room in Magma form. You should have transformed back to normal before going in. If you suddenly appear to someone like that they're less likely to go with you." The sixteen year old nodded.

"Costa," Logan said turning to a dark haired Brazilian boy, "You exhausted yourself too quickly. Night missions are especially difficult for you considering your mutation. Next time, pace yourself and take your time. It's not a race." The boy shot a glare over to Ray, who returned it.

"Squirt," Lorgan turned to the youngest of the new recruit, thirteen year old Jamie Madrox, "You did a good job with scouting, but one of your . . . erm clones was nearly caught in Sector 3. I know you're trying to prove yourself, but like I told Costa, it's not a race. Quality over speed and as you all grow older, we'll expect both, but for now we just want you to do good work." The young boy nodded and fiddled with his gloves.

"Last but not least, Runt," Logan turned to Rahne and she smiled weakly, "You're performance was good, but when you opened the window, you made a lot of noise. You were lucky that the security guards didn't hear you." Rahne nodded as she leaned back against the wall.

"Despite all of these little things," Professor Xavier interrupted Logan as he rolled forward in his wheelchair, "Your performance as a group has improved immensely. I am quite proud of all of you." The students smiled.

"Helping take out a mutant hell bent on world domination helps too," Jamie spoke up causing Logan and the Professor to smile and laugh, though there was a certain severity to Xavier's; he usually did not approve when his students spoke in such ways.

"Yes Jamie," the professor said, "I suppose it does. You all are excused." There were sighs of relief as the students left the control room and made their ways to the locker rooms. The older girls of the New Recruits were chatting animatedly about some new store opening in the mall or something while Rahne and Cadence lagged behind and chatted quietly.

"I still don't understand what is so great about this 'mall' Rahne," Cadence confessed to her roommate and best friend, "I mean I've gone there and shopped, but I don't see the allure it holds for the others, especially Kitty. She never shuts up about it." Rahne shrugged.

"It be one o' the great mysteries in life," Rahne replied to her friend, "It ranks right up there wit' U.F.O.'s, Stonehenge, the pyramids, and why your dad never calls us by our proper names or code names." This caused the somber girl to laugh out right, a rare sound from the former assassin, which was becoming more and more frequent since she came to the institute.

"Definitely a mystery of the ages," Cadence replied as the two entered the locker room. Rahne wasted no time in peeling off the spandex suit and replacing it with her usual green top, comfortable jeans, and her green chucks. Cadence abandoned her usual black suit from her time in Hydra for a simple dark blue top, faded jeans, and sneakers. The girls left the locker room and chatted happily.

When Rahne had first been told that X-23 would be her roommate, she had been scared senseless. After she had moved in, Rahne realized that she was just searching for some degree of normalcy like the rest of the teenagers there. Her life had been anything but normal up to the point she joined the ranks of the institute, and Rahne helped her adjust to a semi normal teenage girl's life. Yes, every once in a while there were still those times when X-23 wished for nothing but to be left alone, but Rahne understood that and respected that, which was probably why they were now so close.

Despite Cadence's dark past, the two got along great and found that they had many things in common. Because of their mutations, they both had a certain "animal" like outlook on things and habits (such as sniffing the air and growling when angry). Rahne introduced Cadence to a teenage lifestyle that included cartoons, shopping, pizza, DDR, ice cream, and being social with other teens. In return, Cadence often sparred with Rahne and taught her about hand to hand combat thus improving her skills.

"So, we have the rest of the afternoon off," Cadence stated as they walked out of the locker room and over to the elevator, "what is the normal thing to do?" Rahne shrugged as the doors closed in front of them.

"We could go an' chat outside," Rahne offered up, "The weather is lovely and I t'ink that's where most de o'ders are." Cadence nodded and the two friends stepped off of the elevator and walked into the backyard. Rahne looked around and smiled. She had been correct in her assumption, and almost all of the teenagers and staff were outside. Rahne and Cadence sat beneath the shade of a large oak tree and both girls let out a sigh.

"Now what?" Cadence asked, "I feel this strange feeling. It feels like I should be doing something, but I don't know what. What is this?" Rahne smirked dryly.

"That me'dear is whot we call boredom," Rahne explained, "It's an epidemic that affects every teenager on de planet. No one is immune to it."

"Is there a cure?" Cadence asked with a slight edge of worry. She had never heard of this disease before, and the fact that she wasn't safe from it even with her healing factor . . .

"Finding something t'do," Rahne replied yawning, "Have ye ever people wotched before?" Cadence shook her head. "It's really simple. Ye wotch people. Observe their movements. Guess their thoughts."

"Like surveillance?" Cadence asked.

"Not quite, lassie," Rahne replied, "Wotchin' a person's actions tells y' a lot about their personality that words don't. For example . . ." Rahne pointed to Rogue and Remy, "those two. Now, Rogue claims that she despises Remy and 'as ever since the day 'e arrived on our doorstep since abandonin' the Acolytes. 'Er actions tell us differently. Do you see how?" Cadence stared at the couple.

Rogue was seated on a bench next to a picnic table with a leg on either side. Sitting on the same bench, in the same position was Remy LeBeau, except he was facing Rogue and attempting to talk to her. She appeared to be reading a book, but Cadence could tell with her heightened senses that she wasn't looking at the pages and her mouth was moving, meaning that she was talking back to him. Cadence voiced these observations to Rahne.

"Aye, but can you figure out whot it means?" Rahne baited her friend. Cadence furrowed her brow and continued staring at the two for a moment more. She had a feeling it had to do with emotions. She wasn't good with emotions, but this was practice.

"I think," she began unsure, "that she has feelings for him, but she doesn't want to admit it to herself or to him." Cadence closed her eyes and took a quick sniff of the air and Rahne looked at her before she continued, "I can smell fear and apprehension, and something sweet. I don't know what that is though."

"Infatuation, lust," Rahne offered up, "Who knows. That's whot's fun about people wotchin', you can make all sorts of guesses as to feelings and such wit'out causing anyone 'arm. Just a fun littol game me mum taught me." Cadence nodded and gave a half smirk.

"What about those guys over there?" she asked gesturing to Kurt, Bobby, and Jamie. The three of them were huddled around a piece of paper. They seemed to be arguing and laughing.

"Oh dear," Rahne smiled, "I think our resident pranksters are up ta no good. They're tryin' ta act casual, but they're doing a 'orrible job of it. They're probably attempting ta come up with some prank for your dad after 'e punished them for the last prank they pulled," the girls laughed, "Right, now for you. 'Ow 'bout those four over there?" Rahne pointed to Kitty, Jean, Scott, and Piotr who were playing a game of two on two basketball, boys versus girls.

"Why do you pick couples?" Cadence asked with a wry smile, "Scott and Jean are caught up in the game. I think they both have this secretive competitive streak and always want to prove themselves to be the best. Scott wants to be the best leader; Jean wants to be everybody's best friend. They have a comfort level that allows them to compete against each other but still have fun." They watched in silence as the four played some more.

"Kitty and Piotr are unsure," Cadence continued, "It's written all over their faces. Kitty and that rock guy are in a rough patch, and you can tell she's not focused on what she's doing because she has to keep allowing the ball to phase through her. Piotr is, well, new, he's not sure how to act at all. He presents himself as very straight and firm, almost rigid. He's been through a lot, and isn't sure if he should relax or if he even knows how." Rahne cocked her head to one side.

"Really?" she asked, "'ere I wos thinkin' that the lad fancied Kitty." Cadence suddenly got really rigid and began sniffing the air. "Whot? Whot is it?" Cadence looked to Rahne and smiled.

"Pizza's here."

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Logan was walking up the front steps arms laden with pizza boxes when he heard a twig snap. He stopped and tensed. He took a quick sniff, but the smell of the pizzas was currently overloading his nose. Shrugging, he continued up the steps when he heard two sets of feet run up past him and two hands snag a box of pizza off the top of the stack. Slightly bewildered and dazed he tilted his head to see around the boxes to see the retreating backs of two students sprint up the stairs and vanish towards the girls' dormitories.

"Kids," Logan grunted and continued with the rest of the pizzas towards the dining room.

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"So whot kind did ye snag?" Rahne asked as she collapsed onto her bed. Cadence shrugged.

"Whatever was on top," She said as she set the box down on one of the desks. Rahne threw open the lid.

"Excellent!" she exclaimed grabbing two slices, "Meat lovers!" She began to wolf down one of her slices. Cadence rolled her eyes and grabbed her own slices. "'Ey, do ye think that yer dad will give us extra Danger Room sessions for snagging our own pizza?"

"I don't think so," Cadence responded, "He was probably surprised that we could sneak up on him." Rahne smiled as she took a large bite out of her pizza slice. Cadence nibbled on her own slice with less vigor than her friend.

"Whot's got yer knickers in a twist?" Rahne asked looking at her friend.

"Nothing," she responded a little too quickly. Rahne cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you for a moment, lassie," she replied and Cadence let out a sigh.

"I don't want to invade your personal space," Cadence started, "but every night I see you pull out two pictures and some note and kiss one of the pictures good night, and I wasn't sure if that is normal behavior or not." Rahne blushed.

"Ye mean ta tell me 'at ye were awake all those times?" Rahne asked as her friend nodded, "Bugger. I might as well explain it ta ye." Rahne reached over to her bedside table drawer and pulled out a heavy parchment envelope. Cadence quickly moved from her bed to Rahne's and studied the three objects she pulled from the envelope. Cadence let out a gasp.

The pictures were moving.

"I know that isn't normal," Cadence said in shock as she looked at the pictures. Rahne laughed.

"Ye're telling me," Rahne smiled, "but these all are part of the mystery that surrounds me parents. See, I wos adopted, the parents that I grew up with weren't me real mum and dad," she held up the picture of a man and a woman happily holding each other, "These two be me real mum and dad. But I've never met 'em." Cadence took a closer look at the picture.

The woman looked remarkably like Rahne, or vice versa. She had the same semi-oval, semi-heart-shaped face as Rahne. Her hair was much the same color but was long and seemed to reach down to her waist. Her eyes were a dark brown color and her smile lit up her whole face. She was dressed in a strange looking dress that had a high collar and was a dark blue color. The man was twirling the woman about and he too had a large smile on his face. His light brown hair was longish and kind of shaggy looking. His face had an oval shape, but what Cadence noticed were his eyes. He had wide blue-green eyes, similar to Rahne's, but not a perfect match. What intrigued her so much about his eyes were that she could see there was a deep pain in them despite the happy atmosphere of the picture. Cadence continued looking at the two in the frame flirt and dance around for a few minutes more before turning the picture over.

"Remus and Liona Lupin, 1980," Cadence read aloud, "Have you tried . . ."

"Aye," Rahne interrupted, "I did an internet search. There were no matches atoll. I couldn't find the surname of Lupin in any of the genealogy search bases. As far as the British government is concerned, they did not exist."

"Lupin," Cadence said to herself, "Isn't that Latin for 'wolf'?"

"Aye," Rahne confirmed once more, "technically the Latin name is canis lupis...but it is close. Fitting isn't it? The mutant known as Wolfsbane's real last name is Lupin. Rahne Lupin. If 'at isn't irony, I don't know wot is." Cadence looked at the second picture.

It was of four boys, they looked like they were in their late teens and they were lounging under a large tree, and there was a sprawling castle in the background. Cadence instantly recognized Rahne's father, but the other boys were new to her.

One boy had messy black hair and small round glasses he was smiling and playing with some small golden ball with wings. It would dart about in the air, and he would lash his hand out and snag it.

A second boy with black hair was casually reclined on one of the lower branches of the tree. He was very good looking and would occasionally drop twigs down on the other boys causing them to glare up at him in anger.

The third boy was small, round, and had beady little eyes. Even though it was a picture, Cadence didn't like the look of him. The way he kept glancing around and seeming to hero worship the boy catching the ball caused Cadence to tense up.

"I don't like him," she said pointing to the offending boy, "he doesn't seem to fit with the others," she carefully turned the picture over, "'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Hogwarts 1978'. What's Hogwarts?"

"Beats me," Rahne sulked as she sat back on her bed. Cadence opened up the note.

"There's nothing on here," she said turning the thick piece of parchment over in her hands. Rahne nodded with a defeated attitude. "Have you talked to the professor?" Cadence asked, "Maybe your dad or mom is a mutant and he has them in the database." Rahne shrugged half-heartedly.

"I don't know," Rahne began, "I always figured 'at they gave me away for a reason and never really questioned it. They may never want ta see me."

"Don't tell yourself that!" Cadence said getting angry, "Rahne you have a past that is out there waiting for you to discover it. Trust me; I speak from experience when I say that not having a family is the worst thing ever. They obviously want to see you again because they left you these things as clues to help you find them again." A small smile spread across Rahne's face.

"I guess you're rioght," Rahne said brightly, "I may talk to the Professor about it in the morning." Cadence patted Rahne on the back, "Thanks X."

"No problem," the other girl replied, "We'll find your mother and father, even if we have to knock on every single door in the country." Rahne laughed. It was not like she had never thought about finding her parents before...she had just never really had anyone else who had been egging her on in such a way. Really...it was somewhat nice.

"Better watch out, mum and dad," Rahne continued to laugh, "because we're goin' ta find ye whether ye like it or not!"