-cracking up at my name choice for this-
This is an XMFC HP!AU So it's not really a crossover? I just wrote this to pass the time. So this has no serious plot... yet
Disclaimer: Ideas, places and characters mentioned belong to their respective owners, I own nothing except the twisted brain that wrote this.
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Today was the day most students were getting back on the Hogwarts Express to go back home to their family and friends for the winter holidays. Only a small handful of students had chosen to stay behind this year, among them was Ravenclaw's pride and joy, Charles Xavier.
Charles was one of the few people that during his first year the Sorting Hat hadn't even needed to touch a single strand of his wavy chestnut hair to scream out that he was in Ravenclaw. He exhibited knowledge well beyond his age and his skills in magic in all studies excelled beyond even the year seven students even though he was only in his fifth year at Hogwarts.
He was the type of person that would spend his free time in the library and his 'light reading' was the large thousand page texts about the history of the world of Wizardry or the books that cataloged all the magical creatures in the world or plants used in potions and their effect on the body.
He never seemed to want to stop learning, he was one of the only students that loved going to even the most boring of classes. He would ask complex questions that only the teachers stood a chance of explaining properly and when no one could give him an answer he turned to books and would read for hours until he found what he was looking for.
He also loved talking to other students about possibilities that the ability to use magic could have on the muggle world and not only their own.
Charles was a dreamer, he hoped that one day the world of Wizardry and the muggle world didn't have to be two separate things. He believed that one day wizards and witches could live in the muggle world in peace without being shunned or called 'freaks.'
There was no denying that Hermione Granger may have been the greatest witch of her time but Charles Xavier was certainly going to be the greatest wizard of theirs.
Today Charles stood at the train station saying goodbye to all his friends as they got on the train to head home. He seemed to be friends with everyone, even students in other houses, except for Slytherin, but the ones he seemed closest with were Moira Mactaggert and Armando Munoz in Gryffindor, Sean Cassidy and Alex Summers in Hufflepuff and Hank McCoy in Ravenclaw.
They had all, except Armando who was back at the castle, said their goodbyes to him and hopped on the train leaving him standing alone on the platform. He stood there and waved until the train started moving away and his friends shut the window to their compartment.
With a smile to himself he turned away and headed back to the castle. It was a long walk along the path through the forest but it was peaceful. He took his time just enjoying the chilled December air and beautiful scenery.
He shivered as the temperature steady dropped as the sun went down. Wrapping his fluffy navy and sliver scarf around his neck so that it also covered the lower half of his face and his ears he hurried on his way.
It was time for dinner by the time he got inside the castle so instead of heading toward the dormitories to put his jacket and scarf away he went directly to the Great Hall. It quickly got too warm inside so he unwrapped his scarf and just let it hang around his neck as he walked over to his table.
There were only a few groups of students at each table talking; no matter how many Christmases he spent at Hogwarts, instead of going home to Sharon, it was still a strange sight when the Great Hall seemed so vacant.
He took a moment to look around. The candles that floated above each table were lit as normal but the dark sky above them was starting to snow. Charles smiled brightly as the snowflakes fell until they reached about his shoulders and disappeared as if never having fallen.
"Hey Charles!" He looked up and saw Armando waving him over to the Gryffindor table. "Come sit with me."
Charles held up a finger to tell his friend he'd be there in a minute. He had noticed someone sitting alone at the Slytherin table and thought it would be nice to offer him some company. He was very sure Armando wouldn't mind too much even if this guy was a Slytherin.
He made his way over to the table and stood across from where the older boy, who was reading a book on the magical influence in the Cold War, sat. That was the prefect ice breaker, Charles had read that book just last week. "If you like that book I suggest the one about the first World War, it's really amazing what some—"
The older boy looked up from his book to stare at Charles with cold blue-green eyes. Charles was instantly at a loss for words as he stared back at the other; he hadn't realized the boy was Erik Lehnsherr.
Erik Lehnsherr was a 7th year Slytherin that would make Salazar himself proud. He was smart and very skilled but he was also cold and even sometimes cruel. Whenever Moira or Sean talked about him it was always something about how he did something mean to one of them or someone they knew.
Once he supposedly shoved Sean off one of the high stands in the quidditch arena during flying lessons. Moira had also told him that one day Erik had cast a spell on her favorite necklace to make it choke her during a duel and now she couldn't bring herself to wear it anymore.
Charles had never personally met him but he had always secretly admired the way he moved during a quidditch match. Erik was Slytherin's seeker and a bloody brilliant one at that. The way he flew through the air was like a shark in the ocean, powerful and commanding, threatening to take down anyone that got in his way. He was undeniably amazing on the field.
Erik stared at him a moment longer before returning to his book. "I'll take it into advisement." He said in a dismissive manner.
Charles stood there still lost for words but trying his hardest to remember why he had come over here in the first place. When he finally did he smiled faintly and cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd like to—"
"No." Erik answered as he turned the page of his book.
Charles felt disappointment at being turned down but most of all he thought it rude that even though Erik was going to decline he hadn't even let Charles finish his question.
"Is there anything else you wanted?"
He fidgeted with his hands for a moment before shoving them in the pockets of his jacket an answering with a small "no."
"Then why are you still here?"
Charles frowned at that, he didn't really have a reason to still be standing there but Erik didn't have to be so rude about it. "I was just going to say have a nice evening."
He turned to head over to the Gryffindor table but stopped after a few steps and turned around to meet Erik's blue-green eyes staring at him. "And also, just so you know, it's rude not to look at someone when they are talking to you and it's even worse to cut someone off in the middle of an offer." With that Charles turned and walked over to his friend.
Erik smiled to himself as he watched the pride of Ravenclaw storm off with a huff. Charles was so much cuter when he wasn't being so golden-boy-must-love-everyone perfect.
