There was a slight breeze flowing through the tree branches as an elderly man appears out of thin air. This man was an odd sort of person. He wore a robe of a royal blue color over a grey sweater and black slacks. A pointed hat sat on top of flowing white hair that was as long as his beard. Half-moon spectacles guided his warm and gentle blue eyes to the back door of a massive mansion just outside of Westchester, New York. The man stepped up to the door and with a wave of his hand, the door magically opened. Without making a sound, the man made his way to the upper levels of the mansion.

When the man reached a particular door, he waved his hand again and the door opened. It was a bedroom with a man sleeping peacefully on a large bed. The sleeping man had unique abilities of his own. The power to read other peoples minds. So, even in his sleep, he was still able to tell that there was an intruder in his room. His eyes shot open and sat up.

"Who are you?" Charles Xavier asked, already knowing the answer but not believing it.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore," he said, with a hint of a British accent in his voice. Continuing, he replies, "I am headmaster of an extraordinary school, much like you. A school of witchcraft and wizardry compared to your school of gifted youngsters."

"Is that how you found me?" Xavier asked. He searched the stranger's mind and found it too fantastic to believe, still.

Dumbledore nodded, "With the right incantations, just about anything is possible. But, however, it is the most unfortunate events that will unite our worlds together. Dark times are growing in the wizarding world, and your help is needed. On a Halloween night fifteen years ago, a Dark wizard had met his down fall by a one year old boy. Now he has risen again, and we cannot face him alone."

"How would mutants be able to help you in this war?" Xavier wanted to know. He was genuinely concerned for the sake of the magical community.

"The mutant gene itself is magical, in a way. It can withstand the most dreadful curses, as if it was a mere itch. However, any consumption of potions can be lethal. Mutants are in fact more powerful than wizards. By helping us, we have the advantage, as the Dark wizards have no knowledge of mutants and there abilities," Dumbledore replies. By that time, Dumbledore had conjured a chair and was sitting next to Xavier by his bed. Xavier didn't have to read his mind to tell that Dumbledore was telling the truth. His eyes told Xavier that what he was saying was true.

"I see," Xavier said, "but, if you don't mind me asking, what is happening in your world that requires such drastic measures?"

Dumbledore's eyes took on a sad look, "This one particular wizard, the Dark wizard I mentioned earlier, believed that non-magic folk were inferior to the magical world. He wanted to destroy them and all those who stood against him. He was an extraordinary wizard with a Dark mind. His hatred took over him, and he would do anything to have his way."

Xavier nodded, "I understand what you are saying. Mutants have not had it easy. People are afraid of what they do not understand. Some people, both mutant and human, believe a war is coming. A particular mutant had seen first hand what human prejudice can do to one's soul. Now, he will do anything to see that mutants are the ones on top. It is my belief that we can live together peace and prosperity."

"I agree. So will you help me? I do not know how long this will take, nor where the Dark Lord is," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, I will help you. I will select several students and staff to make the journey to Hogwarts." Seeing Dumbledore's slight surprise, Xavier explained his own gift.

The sound of a grandfather clock could be heard in the hallway and Xavier and Dumbledore looked at the clock by Xavier's bed. It was two o'clock in the morning; they had been talking for a good hour. Dumbledore stood up and placed a tear-shaped bottle next to Xavier's clock. It gave off a soothing purple glow. "Give one drop to every person coming on this mission. The potion will allow them to see the school a little better."

"Yes of course," Xavier said. "Whatever that is necessary."

"I will keep in touch with you Charles," Dumbledore said. Without saying anything else, Dumbledore disappeared into thin air.

'Just when I thought I knew just about everything,' Xavier thought to himself. Without another word, Xavier shut off his bedside lamp and drifted back to sleep, possibilities buzzing through his dreams.

Author's Note:

Greetings and salutations! In case you haven't noticed, this story is a crossover of Harry Potter and X-Men with a hint of cherry. It's a remake of the story Mutants and Wizards I wrote under the username GambitFan in the cartoon section. The X-Men portion is going to be a combination of the movie and X-Men: Evolution, with the stuff from what I've seen in the movies and cartoon. But you'll have to bare with me on the Harry Potter portion, since it's been a while since I've read all the books all the way through. I do hope you like the story so far and don't forget to review.

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