Pairings: Harry Potter/Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley/Susan Bones, Ambiguous or Background Pairing(s)

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Mutants, Alternate Universe - Modern, Queer Themes, Prejudice, Bigotry, Mutant Abilities, Southern Indian Potters, Black Grangers, Japanese Lovegoods

A/N: this was originally posted on ao3 under the same name. it is essentially an x-men au for hp :)

the timeline is being shifted forward 18 years, with Harry having been born in 1998!

Part I - Realizations

June 25, 2009

Harry

"You're just like your freak of a mother, and I want you out of my house!" Petunia shrieked, pointing at the door, a certain wildness to her normally flat blue eyes. Harry cringed away from his yelling aunt and wrapped his arms around his skinny torso.

"Aunt Petunia," he began, hesitating. "I - "

"No!" Petunia yelled. "You set my curtains on fire! Get out, get out!" Her voice raised as the sentences progressed and her expression grew more and more feral. "Now!"

Harry swallowed hard before nodding and ducking his head. "Okay," he whispered, gnawing on his lower lip. "Just let me get my stuff." Petunia's nostrils flared but she nodded, her body stiff as she watched him walk by her and head to the cupboard where she and her husband had forced him to live for the past decade.

Harry hurriedly packed his stuff into a bag, sighing as he realized how few things he possessed. Some old clothes that were too large for him, a worn book and a teddy one of his primary teachers had given him, and a very old blanket that he had owned for as long as he could remember.

The inside of his lip had gained a texture similar to ground beef, he noticed. The nervous habit had been there for years and he was just thankful that he hadn't begun bleeding.

After a moment where he lingered in the only home he had ever known, he left. He didn't bother to send Number Four, Privet Drive a last look as he knew all he would see was his aunt, scowling at him.

Luna

"Oh, sweetheart," Xenophilius said, wrapping his arms around the tiny, shaking form of his daughter. "I am so sorry."

Luna looked up at him, but her eyes were not the normal shade of navy blue as she did so, instead he was greeted with pure white. No visible pupil or iris, no veins. All that was visible was a glowing white. She smiled, the curve of her lips otherwordly. "It's fine, papa. I'll see maman again."

Xenophilius's responding smile was sad as he buried his face in her long locks of white-blonde. "So you take after Dora," he whispered.

Luna giggled and shrugged her thin shoulders. "Papa, maman always knew this would happen. Did she not warn you?" Xenophilius shook his head, but his grip didn't loosen.

"No, she did not. Pandora had friends who will be able to help you learn to control your abilities, if you want."

Luna hummed as she cuddled into his arms, resting her head on his narrow chest. "No, it is fine. I'll meet the people that will help me soon enough," she said, staring at the sky with wide eyes. Her pupils and irises had yet to reappear. "Maman would like them."

Xenophilius nodded, but didn't say anything in return. So, together they sat on a wooden porch, silent as they mourned a good woman who had passed before her time and considered a future for a child that would be accepted by a scant few.

Hermione

"Baby, your daddy's working late tonight. What are you doing?" Emilia asked as she sat down next to her daughter. Hermione looked up at her, a solemn expression on her round face.

"Mum," she said. "Is it normal that when I touch a book I immediately know what it says?" Her sienna eyes gleamed and she noticed Emilia swallowing. Hermione sighed, ducking her head and pouting.

"It isn't, is it?" she asked. "I'm a freak?" Her full lower lip began trembling and she clenched her fists hard, attempting to stop white-hot tears that prickled in her eyes.

Emilia gasped before leaning forward and wrapping her strong arm around Hermione. "No, love! You are not a freak and I will not allow you to use that kind of language in our house. You're a mutant, baby. Do you know what a mutant is?"

"Homo sapiens superior, a subspecies of humans that possess the X-gene, which allows the mutant to naturally develop abilities that are perceived as superhuman," Hermione recited, her stance unnaturally still and her eyes unfocused. She blinked. "Wait, mum, am I a mutant?"

Emilia nodded. "I believe so. Neither your dad nor I are Homo sapiens superior, but I know that your dad's mum, Celia, was. I believe Max said she could absorb knowledge. It looks like you can too. If you want, I can refer you to one of Celia's friends, who I am sure had opened a school awhile back. It was specifically for mutants."

Hermione brightened, a grin forming on her lips. "Could I? Please?" she exclaimed. Emilia smiled and nodded, retreating from her daughter with bright eyes.

"Of course."

Ron

"Hey, mum, why are you so sad?" Ron asked, as he helped her in the kitchen.

Molly frowned at him. "Sweetheart, what do you mean?" she asked. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. He smiled into her stomach.

"You feel sad," he said, his voice slightly muffled. Molly's eyebrows arched. She brushed her fingers against his neck then pulled away. Ron looked up at her, his expression uncharacteristically somber.

Molly sighed. "Ten years ago, your uncles were killed by supporters of Tom Riddle, an Omega Class mutant and a truly evil man. I'm sad because I'm remembering my brothers, honey." Ron shivered before nodding.

"Did I ever meet them?"

"Yeah, you did. Fabian and Gideon were Fred and George's godfathers. They came over a lot when you were a baby," Molly said, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead. "How'd you know I was sad though? I don't think I was showing it."

Ron shook his head. "No, you weren't showing it. I could feel it. Here." He tapped his skinny stomach with the flat of his fist. Molly laughed and patted him on the head.

"Well, thank you for your concern, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you too, mum," Ron said, flushing a deep red.

Molly waved a hand and the dishes on the counters flew into the sink. "Well, let's get dinner done!" she exclaimed, changing the topic.

Ron nodded, though his eyes were on dishes that Molly had moved with her powers, a yearning glint in them. He hoped he was a mutant, like the rest of his family.

A/N 2: if you liked this, please review! also check out my ao3 IrreverentFangirl for other stories i'm working on 3