Disclosure- I do not own the X-men or Harry Potter, they are the works of their respective authors.

AN: This is a Strong! Harry fan fiction but just because he is strong does not by any way does this mean he will be a is going to have strengths and weaknesses just like anyone else. This is going to be a action/adventure/romance story but the romance will stay rated is a Harry/Kitty fan fiction but the pairing wont come into play until about 5 chapters in. I am currently looking for a beta and will be updating at least once a week. With any luck this will be the longest authors note that I have to write. Enjoy and don't forget to review.

Chapter 1- Not in Kansas anymore

This place is just plain weird. I think to myself. I was halfway through apparating to the American ministry.I was sent by Dumbledore to get help from the Americans. Now I have found myself here without anyone near me. The street is brand new with houses to match, every yard is perfectly trimmed and all look exactly the same. I shudder al little, this would be a Dursley paradise. And if that is not enough there are mannequins everywhere. Look to the left a mannequin, to the right a mannequin, north, another mannequin!

Why the bloody hell is there so many mannequins around here I wonder. Just then a loud wailing noise erupts from every TV on the street. Looking through the window of the closest house, I peer into the TV. All the screen has on it is a giant red countdown clock.

Why on earth are there a countdown clock and an alarm? Is it someone's birthday in 10 minutes? I question the mannequin beside me. Strangely enough I actually expected it to answer. As I back away from the window dumbfounded I accidentally knock the head of one of the mannequins. As I lean forwards to pick up the head, I notice a stamp on the back of the head. Property of the United States, if found please return to the nuclear weapon testing division.

My jaw drops. It all makes sense now the lack of people the newness of everything, the countdown clock, and even all those creepy mannequins. I have managed to once again find one of the most dangerous places in the world, a United States Nuke town.

I am trying to think of ways to live through a nuke but am so far drawing up a blank. Wait a moment the fridge I remember seeing that in one of Dudley's movies. I run as quickly as I can back to the house. I quickly start smashing the mannequins head against the window. The alarm is blaring so load now that I can hardly hear myself think, this alarm is driving me crazy.

Two minutes left and finally I see cracks in the window. With only one minute left the window finally breaks. I waste no time trying to be careful with the broken glass and jump through the window. My hands are now all cut up from the glass but I am almost there. Ten seconds left and I can see the fridge. Just as my hand curls around the handle there is a flash of blinding light before everything goes black.

I wake to my head pounding. I have a head splitting headache but somehow my body miraculously feels good. No it feels more than good as I move pieces of house off my chest. Now that my headache has passed I feel stronger then I have ever felt before. I have always had a powerful magical core but this is a completely different feeling. I can't even feel my magic anymore, it's like it was never there and that both excites me and scares me. Just as I am getting up a huge section of wooden roof falls down towards me. I jump off to the side to doge the falling roof crashing through the door in the process. Wow I think that was at least 25mph and through a door at that.

I don't know what is happening with my magic and these strange powers but I do know one thing. I do not want to be caught in the outsets of a nuke town after detonation, because that would ask some serious questions.

Trying out my newfound speed I race down the destroyed road sometimes having to jump over some piles of junk on my way. As I near the highway my head ache comes back full force hitting me like a freight train.

"Drink, Drink" says a small voice in my head. Even though it doesn't say what to drink I know down in my soul, Blood.

I follow the sweet smell of blood down the winding highway. The blood is moving faster than I am but unlike it I don't have to stop for gas. I finally catch up the vehicle at a nearby gas station. Up this close is actually making my mouth water. I silently stalk my prey slothfully moving from shadow to shadow. I am so close to her now that I can hear her heart beat steadily pumping blood through her veins.

I grab the women by the shoulders and turn her around stiffening her mouth as I do so. I then look into her eyes and what I see amazes me. I can hear everything she is thinking as though she was whispering it into my ear. The women Ashley I have now gathered from her thoughts it's struggling greatly against me. It doesn't affect my hold on her but I want my meal to behave so in the nicest voice I could I said.

"Ashley, would you please stop struggling. It would make this a whole lot nicer for the both of us.

As if she was a puppet that had its strings cut she falls limp into my arms. I slowly lean in teeth bared to finally drink what I have been craving since I woke up this morning.