Storm & The Half-Blood Prince
Harry Potter - X-Men Crossover
By BlueHot Chronicles
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of BlueHot Chronicles. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors Note
Update October 2017: I have edited this story to the best of my abilities, and corrected any sentences that may make the plot easier to understand.
I've never written Fanfiction like this before; in fact I've never written an X-Men Fanfiction EVER because of all the complex characters. So what I did was choose my favourite X-Men characters (Storm and Wolverine) and read as much about them as I could. I memorised more about Storm because she's my absolute fav (and also the heroine of this story).
This is a short story and it is already completed; I've learned my lesson about publishing fanfics and never finishing them, I hate the experience of reading the beginning of a book and never getting to finish them and so I refuse to do that to my readers.
The epigraphs are just the playlist I was listening to while writing this story; not all of them are connected to the story, though I tried. The Characters on the cover are Alexandra Shipp (Ororo Munroe/Aurora Sinistra) and Benedict Cumberbatch (Severus Snape). I also like to envision Angela Bassett (Ororo Munroe) and Alan Rickman (Severus Snape).
Summary
Aurora has always loved Severus Snape, and it seemed like a lost cause, especially after he murdered Albus Dumbledore and took over as Headmaster in the name of Lord Voldemort.
Storm & The Half-Blood Prince is rated M and so is unsuitable for underage readers.
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Chapter One
Careless Whisper
'Time can never mend, the careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind. There's no comfort in the truth.
Pain is all you'll find.' - George Michael
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The Staff Room was beautiful in all its Christmassy splendour. At least that's what Aurora Sinistra thought.
The Astronomy professor glided over to the punch bowl, greeting her colleagues as she passed.
"Aurora, those are lovely robes and look fabulous on you, my dear."
"Thank you, Septima," she smiled at the praise from the Arithmancy professor, "it was a gift from my family back home."
The village people where she used to reside had actually sent her these robes to pay homage for her years of service to them. Ever since she'd informed the Elder of her choice to draw out the latent ancestral magick within herself, all the village women took it upon themselves to fashion robes and light cloaks in the style of those worn in the wizarding world.
Aurora could have gone to Uagadou School Of Magick, but she hadn't wanted to indulge in too much preferential treatment from her people. When her surrogate mother had mentioned Hogwarts, she'd jumped at the opportunity.
Septima was distracted by Rolanda making a rude comment about Sybil's attire, and Aurora chose that moment to get herself a drink, and take a walk in the adjoining courtyard before the dining began. She considered the Divination tutor a friend, and instead of going to war, again, with Rolanda, she decided to walk away from the immaturity of the Flying Instructor.
Once, a long time ago - before she remembered who and what she was - Aurora would not have walked away. Rolanda Hooch would have been writhing at her feet with knife wounds covering her body.
She sighed as she sat on a stone bench and looked up at the cloudy night sky. It was because of a self-styled 'God' that she no longer had the luxury of becoming too emotional.
Not that she couldn't teach the woman a lesson without becoming emotionally unstable and destroying the world, but control was something she'd learned the hard way many years ago.
Ironically, it was thanks to a crazy scientist who'd kidnapped her, that she'd been de-aged and had her memories blocked. Thus she'd been given the chance to develop her latent magick; make new friends, family - even a new - name and learn a new form of control. Occlumency.
When her memories had returned, thankfully, she'd not been at Hogwarts at the time, but on a deserted island treasure hunting with a friend. Ororo's magick and mutant powers had erupted with the force of a nuclear bomb.
Luckily, Remy had been safe underground when everything around her was destroyed.
She sipped her champagne, enjoying the bubbly and tangy-sweet berry drink. The intoxicating fragrance of the Lady Of The Night drifted from the nearby shrub and her full lips curled into a smile as the elements shifted her mood into a pleasant one.
Aurora glanced up at the sky again and her Glamoured brown orbs turned pure white; in response, the clouds covering the moon dissipated and the soft silvery beams of light shone on the courtyard invitingly.
Her dark skin tingled in heightened awareness and welcome as the soft rays touched her bare neck and shoulders, but her ecstasy was short-lived when she heard someone approach.
She closed her eyes but her smile remained as Sybil sat on the seat next to her.
"I've always loved this part of the staff room after a long and difficult day of teaching. This Lady Of The Night is intoxicating."
"It is. I've been talking with Pomona about getting a few of them on the Astronomy tower, but then I thought to myself that the students didn't need any extra reason for sneaking up there for a secret rendezvous."
The two friends chuckled as they sipped on their respective drinks and enjoyed the ambience.
After a few moments, Sybil left to warn Minerva about a disaster in her classroom the next day. Aurora knew that Minerva would probably snap that classes had ceased for the holidays.
Giving the moon one last glance Aurora got up to follow Sybil into the staff room, when suddenly she was pulled into a hidden alcove of two tall hedges, the wall cool against her back as firm, warm lips took hers in a heated kiss.
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For a few precious moments, her senses reeled with the sound of heavy breathing, the pain of fingers biting into the flesh of her arms and hungry lips, tasting of fermented fruit, devouring hers.
"Severus..." Aurora tried to pull away and gasped when long-fingered hands gripped her head, preventing her from escaping the onslaught of fevered kisses. A warm breeze shook the Lady Of The Night shrubs surrounding the couple, but they took no notice of the sweet fragrance, nor the group of people that may hear them if anyone stepped out into the courtyard.
The breeze was becoming a strong wind, and it was only the loud chattering from the nearby staff room that broke through the pair's overstimulated minds.
Awareness returned to Aurora, and the wind receded as she firmly pulled her lips away from the man cornering her against the wall.
"Severus... you're drunk."
The fruity flavour of an elf-made wine coated his tongue; it was almost enough to make her forget herself for just one night and give in to him again.
Severus' black orbs gazed eerily into hers, but she noted that he swayed just a bit. He never could handle alcohol in any amount.
"Do you still love me?"
The question was torn from his lips and, not for the first time, she witnessed as his dark eyes flooded with a deep sorrow.
"I do. I have always loved you, Severus," she whispered, her deep, velvety tones broken by tremors, "and I always will."
After another bruising kiss he pulled away and his emotionless demeanour returned.
"Then you are a fool, and always will be," he mocked, sneering at her equally controlled features before he slid away, back into the shadows of the courtyard. Possibly, back to his quarters, she thought, as he never attended the staff's festivities.
Swishing her wand along her rumpled robes, along with a bit of steamed air and a make-up Glamour Charm, she was instantly presentable again.
Strolling casually from the alcove, she returned to the staff room and sat comfortably next to Sybil, who gave her a comforting smile before returning her attention to the Headmaster's speech.
~ Is everything alright? Do you need help? ~
In that moment of weakness her shields had been down but the comforting voice was always welcome.
~ No Professor, but thank you for asking. ~
~ Remember, Ororo, we are here whenever you need us. ~
The instant quieting of her mind, somehow, made her feel lonelier than she'd ever felt at Hogwarts. Aurora momentarily thought of returning to teach at her old school, but immediately negated it. Hogwarts... Severus needed her now and she knew, even without Sybil's predictions, that the end was near.
She knew her friend was never wrong, and often, Sybil would throw out false predictions to prevent anyone calling attention to herself from Voldemort or his death eaters; the lunatic was obsessed with Divination, after all. She'd never lie to Aurora, though, and the Astronomy professor occluded as a cold hand of dread crept along her spine at the words she'd memorised of one of Sybil's predictions.
"The lightning-struck tower. Calamity. Disaster. Coming nearer all the time."
For now she would remain Aurora Sinistra, the identity she'd created for herself after she'd been de-aged and left without her memories; Ororo 'Storm' Munroe was not needed, not yet.
Whatever happened, she would remain till the end.
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That night, after the staff's festivities, she dreamt of her years at Hogwarts; mainly, the times she shared with Severus Snape.
Their meeting on the train in First Year, talking about the subjects offered at the school; then Lily taking him away to another compartment.
Sitting quietly next to him, as he nursed bruises he'd received - in an encounter with the Marauders - when he refused to go to the hospital wing.
Helping him study for Transfiguration; him tutoring her in Potions.
Finding him sitting outside the entrance to the Gryffindor common room…
"Go away, Aurora."
"No, Severus, this needs to be said. Apologising or forgiving between true friends, should never be something impossible or difficult. Lily Evans is immature, conceited… "
"Don't you speak of her like that!"
"… and she's never cherished your friendship as much as you cherish her's, and you deserve better."
After calmly making her statement, she turned to walk away.
"Lily is perfect in every way. There is no one better," his low voice was slightly muffled, as he'd gone back to resting his head on his knees, "you think I don't see the way you look at me, Aurora. I've noticed that your Patronus is different… yes, just like my own. Or it was, since mine have changed as well.
"How about you save your pathetic offer of love for Amycus, he seems to have a thing for you; then again, he salivates over anything with big tits and arse… hmm, I guess that excludes you, doesn't it. Go away, Aurora. You're nothing compared to her."
Her shoulders were slumped as she hurried away from his cruelty.
Aurora's dreams continued, with her moving on with her life; of classes and keeping away from Severus, but not unaware of the company he began to keep.
Going to a Yule Ball alone, and witnessing Evans and Potter in the courtyard bushes, before hurrying away. Not surprisingly, a few minutes after she'd slipped away from the Great Hall to the lake, Severus came to her. He always sought out her friendship whenever he witnessed Evans' betrayal.
He took Aurora's virginity that night. At least she'd been older than twelve years, as she'd been in her first life.
Finally sensing that her dreams had taken a turn she preferred not having to relive, Aurora tried to wake herself, but felt a force trying to hold her to them. She fought to get away, until she realised that she was awake, and her hands were held firmly on the mattress on either side of her head.
The hint of sandalwood, maybe cloves, and the strong scent of Elf Wine, prevented her from accidentally harming the man above her.
She sighed and pulled his head to hers, and they resumed their kiss from earlier that evening in the staff courtyard.
No matter what she did, her Wards always let him in. She never could deny him.
Aurora dearly wished that she could.