Title: X-Men At...Hogwarts???
Summery: Read the title, make your own assumptions, read the fic and review.
Extended Summery/Author's Note: OK, this fic comes from reading other X- Men fics and watching the second Harry Potter movie quite a few times in a one-week span. I kinda meshed the two worlds together (using my own HP- verse, of course. If you want to know more about it, read my other HP fic) and messed with the characters as I usually do. Flame, jump up and down with glee or don't do anything (I'd prefer some kind of review though). Also, if you have any ideas for roles of X-Men that I leave out, let me know. Oh, and I make no money from these stories and only a few characters are mine. And, uh.....I think that's it! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Phoenix Hart stood in the aisle at the local electronics store pretending to be checking out some CDs but her hearing was completely attuned to the newscaster on the wall of screens to her left. "...United Nations are meeting next week to discuss the mutant issue that has been sweeping the globe in the past few decades. Among the diplomats, there will be several well-known scientists, including Dr. Henry McCoy, Professor Charles Xavier, Dr. Richard Keith and Dr. Michelle Alton. It is rumored that a worldwide conclusion will come of this conference as to whether these 'mutants' are dangerous and should be contained or are simply normal people trying to live their lives in peace. In other news, the British Prime Minister, in his press conference this afternoon, publicly denied the existence of the 'wizards' who have allegedly been seen in Europe."
She rolled her eyes in disgust, tossing down the CD she'd had in her hand and tucking her hands inside the pocket of her black hoodie. This was getting to be too much. The entire globe was focusing on her world and her safety zone was already being invaded; she didn't enjoy the feeling that knowledge gave her. That and she knew her father wouldn't be home until late tonight, no doubt pow-wowing with the Minister of Magic from Britain about how they could do better in keeping the magical community under wraps over there, solely so the awareness wouldn't spread to the states. She walked outside and went a few blocks down, having a seat at the bus stop. She had other ways she could get home of course, but she found herself occasionally preferring the mundane to the exotic.
She had to wait for about half an hour before the bus arrived, and the ride was roughly another twenty minutes before it stopped within walking distance of her house. Half an hour after she got off the bus, she walked through the door of her house. "Phoenix Katherine Hart, where have you been?" her mother demanded, rushing past her on her way to the living room; Phoenix could hear her baby brother Dylan crying.
Phoenix frowned. "You knew I was going downtown."
"And you said you'd be back at six!" she accused, coming back into the front room, Dylan balanced on her hip.
"I left at six!" the preteen defended.
"Then why weren't you back on time?"
"I took the bus."
"Oh, Phoenix! Why do you insist on doing that? It scares me to death especially since all this mutant awareness is going on-"
"I can take care of myself, Mom," Phoenix pointed out.
"Against an angry mob of a couple hundred people? I highly doubt it."
"OK, now you're just being paranoid."
"That's right," Maria Hart said, grabbing the back of her daughter's head and planting a kiss on her forehead. "One of these days, it'll save your life."
"Where's Dad?" Phoenix asked, kicking off her boots and going into the laundry room.
"Still at work. Unexpected meeting with-"
"Britain's Minister of Magic, I figured," she said, changing from her leather pants to a pair of sweats. "It was on the news. Know when he'll be home?"
"Late I'd expect," Maria answered as Dylan calmed down.
Phoenix pouted. "No fair...."
"I know, honey," Maria said, running her fingers through her daughter's long black hair that matched her own. "But you have to cut the umbilical sometime."
Phoenix smiled and rolled her eyes. "Not funny."
"It wasn't meant to be. You'll be going to a magic school this year and living there. Think you can handle it?"
"I'll be fine, Mom," Phoenix assured, flopping onto the couch. "Have we gotten a letter from anywhere yet?"
"I don't think so. But none are really due in until the middle of July." Maria laid the baby back on the blanket and sat next to him, leaning against the couch. "Did you hear about the match?"
Phoenix smiled and made a "rock-on" sign with her fingers. "U.S. _flattened_ Canada. I believe the score was ten to five hundred. And the High-Stickers just got a whole set of new, top-of-the-line broomsticks too."
Maria rolled her eyes. "Even in Quidditch, that country is obsessed with hockey. What do they find so amazing about that Muggle sport?"
Phoenix considered. "Well, it is fun to watch. And nearly the whole Canadian team would argue with you that the name represents how they fly."
"Yeah, it just _happens_ to be a hockey phrase." Maria rolled her eyes.
They were quiet for a minute. Then Phoenix said, "Mom?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"Do you think any school will take me?"
"Why wouldn't they? You've shown magical tendencies your whole life. Heck, even Durmstrang would take you, your lineage goes back at least eight generations on either side."
"Yeah but....I personally haven't heard about mutants being taken in by any of the schools in the states," she pointed out quietly.
"Don't worry about that, Phoenix," Maria said sharply. "You have a good hold on your mutation, you're no threat to anyone and your pores are practically oozing magic. You'll get accepted."
"I hope so," Phoenix said, looking out the window at the darkening sky.
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A/N: So watcha think? Sound good, sound bad? Lemme know, I'd really 'preciate it
Summery: Read the title, make your own assumptions, read the fic and review.
Extended Summery/Author's Note: OK, this fic comes from reading other X- Men fics and watching the second Harry Potter movie quite a few times in a one-week span. I kinda meshed the two worlds together (using my own HP- verse, of course. If you want to know more about it, read my other HP fic) and messed with the characters as I usually do. Flame, jump up and down with glee or don't do anything (I'd prefer some kind of review though). Also, if you have any ideas for roles of X-Men that I leave out, let me know. Oh, and I make no money from these stories and only a few characters are mine. And, uh.....I think that's it! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Phoenix Hart stood in the aisle at the local electronics store pretending to be checking out some CDs but her hearing was completely attuned to the newscaster on the wall of screens to her left. "...United Nations are meeting next week to discuss the mutant issue that has been sweeping the globe in the past few decades. Among the diplomats, there will be several well-known scientists, including Dr. Henry McCoy, Professor Charles Xavier, Dr. Richard Keith and Dr. Michelle Alton. It is rumored that a worldwide conclusion will come of this conference as to whether these 'mutants' are dangerous and should be contained or are simply normal people trying to live their lives in peace. In other news, the British Prime Minister, in his press conference this afternoon, publicly denied the existence of the 'wizards' who have allegedly been seen in Europe."
She rolled her eyes in disgust, tossing down the CD she'd had in her hand and tucking her hands inside the pocket of her black hoodie. This was getting to be too much. The entire globe was focusing on her world and her safety zone was already being invaded; she didn't enjoy the feeling that knowledge gave her. That and she knew her father wouldn't be home until late tonight, no doubt pow-wowing with the Minister of Magic from Britain about how they could do better in keeping the magical community under wraps over there, solely so the awareness wouldn't spread to the states. She walked outside and went a few blocks down, having a seat at the bus stop. She had other ways she could get home of course, but she found herself occasionally preferring the mundane to the exotic.
She had to wait for about half an hour before the bus arrived, and the ride was roughly another twenty minutes before it stopped within walking distance of her house. Half an hour after she got off the bus, she walked through the door of her house. "Phoenix Katherine Hart, where have you been?" her mother demanded, rushing past her on her way to the living room; Phoenix could hear her baby brother Dylan crying.
Phoenix frowned. "You knew I was going downtown."
"And you said you'd be back at six!" she accused, coming back into the front room, Dylan balanced on her hip.
"I left at six!" the preteen defended.
"Then why weren't you back on time?"
"I took the bus."
"Oh, Phoenix! Why do you insist on doing that? It scares me to death especially since all this mutant awareness is going on-"
"I can take care of myself, Mom," Phoenix pointed out.
"Against an angry mob of a couple hundred people? I highly doubt it."
"OK, now you're just being paranoid."
"That's right," Maria Hart said, grabbing the back of her daughter's head and planting a kiss on her forehead. "One of these days, it'll save your life."
"Where's Dad?" Phoenix asked, kicking off her boots and going into the laundry room.
"Still at work. Unexpected meeting with-"
"Britain's Minister of Magic, I figured," she said, changing from her leather pants to a pair of sweats. "It was on the news. Know when he'll be home?"
"Late I'd expect," Maria answered as Dylan calmed down.
Phoenix pouted. "No fair...."
"I know, honey," Maria said, running her fingers through her daughter's long black hair that matched her own. "But you have to cut the umbilical sometime."
Phoenix smiled and rolled her eyes. "Not funny."
"It wasn't meant to be. You'll be going to a magic school this year and living there. Think you can handle it?"
"I'll be fine, Mom," Phoenix assured, flopping onto the couch. "Have we gotten a letter from anywhere yet?"
"I don't think so. But none are really due in until the middle of July." Maria laid the baby back on the blanket and sat next to him, leaning against the couch. "Did you hear about the match?"
Phoenix smiled and made a "rock-on" sign with her fingers. "U.S. _flattened_ Canada. I believe the score was ten to five hundred. And the High-Stickers just got a whole set of new, top-of-the-line broomsticks too."
Maria rolled her eyes. "Even in Quidditch, that country is obsessed with hockey. What do they find so amazing about that Muggle sport?"
Phoenix considered. "Well, it is fun to watch. And nearly the whole Canadian team would argue with you that the name represents how they fly."
"Yeah, it just _happens_ to be a hockey phrase." Maria rolled her eyes.
They were quiet for a minute. Then Phoenix said, "Mom?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"Do you think any school will take me?"
"Why wouldn't they? You've shown magical tendencies your whole life. Heck, even Durmstrang would take you, your lineage goes back at least eight generations on either side."
"Yeah but....I personally haven't heard about mutants being taken in by any of the schools in the states," she pointed out quietly.
"Don't worry about that, Phoenix," Maria said sharply. "You have a good hold on your mutation, you're no threat to anyone and your pores are practically oozing magic. You'll get accepted."
"I hope so," Phoenix said, looking out the window at the darkening sky.
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A/N: So watcha think? Sound good, sound bad? Lemme know, I'd really 'preciate it