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Telepatic speech
Flashback (())
Disclaimer: I do not own in anyway Harry Potter, Marvel Comics. This is only a fan work.
First and foremost I should explain this. I am not abandoning the story Genesis.
I originally wanted the story to be like it's earlier incarnation. A darker Harry, not evil, who was willing to do almost anything to accomplish his goals. One that was more in control and in power. This story has not turned out like I wanted it to.
So I've created this one. In terms of story lines they're completely separate. So don't worry about having to figure out things between the two. This one is more involved with him learning how dangerous the world can be to mutants and his transformation in terms of how he views things. In here he will learn how to use his powers slowly and at the same time learn how navigate in a world that despises the mutant race.
Power list:
Telepathy and Empathy.
Advanced Psychokinesis. With it he is able to do some impressive things.
Molecular manipulation: Combined with other abilities allows him to control various aspects of life. For instance, use telekinesis along with the molecules in the air to replicate pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, electrokinesis, etc.
Albus Percival Dumbledore awoke in a start.
Sweat seeping deep in to his pillow as he panted in exhilaration. Of what though it had been strange.
Never before did he expect to see the death of Lily Potter in a dream.
It had been just as horrible as he had imagined it would be. The sound of the front door being knocked down before he had been scooped up in to his mother's arms. Pounding up the stairs as his father used incredible skill in transfiguration to battle the dark menace. The slamming of his room door before a ward activated, the sound of a struggle downstairs, the scream of agony in death, and finally the pounding on the wards. Then he heard the whispers from his mother of reassurance as she deposited him in to his crib. The sound of the door breaking down as she picked up her wand. Then as she begged and pleaded for his safety.
And then in a flash of green it was over.
The whole entire event had been a dream but it had been earth shattering on it's effect of him. To actually see the events threw the eyes of the one person who had survived brought whole new light to the life of Harry Potter. But what was more important was just how the dream had reached him in the first place. Or rather this set of memories.
'The blocks have been released...'
Albus Dumbledore did not think of himself as a good man like many others did. He had done his share of horrid things in his days from killing people, albeit in self-defense most of the time, to costing others their lives doing work for him. But perhaps one of his greatest regrets lay in the mind of one Harry James Potter.
The power the dark lord knows not...
At the time the words had been lost on him. What could a baby not yet even born do that one of the greatest, granted most evil, wizards in history could not? Then it became apparent to him. Harry Potter was not entirely human. And there lay his potential for victory.
Albus Dumbledore had seen the mutant rise in population over his lifespan. He had seen how they went from an oppressed few, to millions, and now nearly a billion. But he had never really interacted with more then a few of them. Most notably those under the protection of a powerful man known as Charles Xavier.
When he realized just what Harry was he rushed him to the supposed expert on the matter. A mutant himself Charles Xavier was admittedly in awe by what he came across. Even as far as mutations went Harry Potter's was special. What's more he was born with it as opposed to gaining it during his pubescent stages in life, thus technically what is called a 'Changeling'. His mutant potential supposedly 'astounding.' But they were also incredibly dangerous to him and others.
So the man had agreed to seal them away using his own abilities. But with the warning that it would not hold for ever. Most likely weakening as he began his adult life. And once it happened once it would not be safe to force them down again. Or else it could damage the boy's mind.
But instead they were failing now. And it was beginning to show in everything he did. Harry Potter was not well. Struggling to get along now. Pain some times evident on his face. And with the other students turning against him.... This wouldn't turn out well at all.
'I have to come clean. If only to convince him he needs help.'And with two months of school remaining he would have to do it as soon as possible. Lest Harry miss time from Private Drive. He would need to recharge the wards or else Voldemort would find the Dursley family as soon as he had risen back to full strength.
Sliding his legs out of bed the old wizard slid in to his slippers and began to trudge for his door to the office. He would need to make contact with the man first off. And that would be relatively hard to do if what he had heard was true... Still he could do nothing but try.
And if anything mastering his powers would only serve to help him in the upcomming war.
And Harry Potter would most certainly need all the help he could get.
He gritted his teeth together to stump the pain. Agony. Never before had he felt like this. As if the world around him would suddenly crash and burn if he opened his eyes.
A hiss escaped his lips and he barely had the room in his head for the thought that it would do him no good to be found. After all he had went to such lengths to avoid being found. He didn't want to be found by the people who were no doubt looking for him. Which meant everyone.
What he needed to do now was concentrate. Concentrate on drowning the voices from his head. It had worked fine enough up to this point. He didn't need to hear what people thought about him. How he was just a glory seeking fool. Or how he was lying about what had happened. Or worse off how it was really him who killed Cedric Diggory. Never mind the fact that nothing had gone according to original plan. It was his fault. Always his fault. He was always attracting trouble. Always bringing some kind of trouble down on innocent people. Like he did Cedric. Or his parents-
"Well well." A voice sneered. "If it isn't Potty."
His eyes snapped open and he raised his head from his palms. A flash of annoyance running through him suddenly, hopefully his own. Parkinson. Malfoy's little tart. A sliver of disgust slid in to his body. He didn't need this. Not now. Not from someone like this. His head was hurting too much as it was without an argument.
"Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself?" Her brown eyes focusing in on him for a second before her face upturned. She reached up to a book shelf and slid in a volume. Maybe she really was just here by coincidence. "That's just like you Griffin-dorks. Always thinking someone should listen to your whining."
He bit in to his bottom lip to keep from retorting. Maybe he could just ignore her. Yeah. That's it just ignore her and she'd stop and go away. Get bored by his unresponsive-
A thought appeared. It wasn't his own, most certainly. It smoothly moved in to his psyche and shoved it's way to the forefront of his brain. The throbbing subsiding momentarily as it rested there. He couldn't help it. He blinked in surprise and dropped his lower jaw.
"What?" He asked suddenly, surprising himself. "What did you just say?"
She turned back to him from the book case and sneered. "Are you deaf you dumb fool? Or maybe just to stupid to understan-"
"No!" He hissed low, nearly slipping in to the tongue of a snake. She jumped in surprise up against the bookshelf. "That's not what you just said. That's not wha-"
'No. Your the one who's wrong Harry. That is what she said. It just wasn't what she thought. What she was feeling.'
Yes. That's it. He could read minds. Weird but that's what this was. He could hear other people's thoughts. And what they were feeling as well. And she was... A dark grin formed. Yes. She was betraying her own mind. She was disgusted with him, or that's what she said. But in reality she was...
The grin slid open a little more as he concentrated. Yes. Concentrate like you had been doing. But instead of blocking it out focus in. On her and her alone. What she was thinking. What she was feeling. That's it. There it is! Again. That thought. What would Malfoy say if he knew you were thinking of that Parkinson?
"Tell me." His words flowing from his lips. But they weren't his. No. They were, he just didn't say them. He had never said them like this before. She was doing this to him. Her thoughts were driving him. "What do you think of me?" A challenge straight from his lips.
A flash of something in her eyes before she glared at him. It was a facade. A false mask. He had her now. He could hear what she thought about him. About his hair. And his form. About his supposedly gorgeous eyes. He could hear what she wanted from him.
"I think your a stu-"
"No." His words coming out in a purr. A tone he had never used before. It successfully stopped her short. She squeaked. "That's not what you think at all. You've never really thought that about me. Have you. Park- Pansy." Using her name here would only serve him better. She would think about it more. He found himself oddly feeding on these thoughts. They were so different from what he was used to these days. Not filled with the hate and harsh words. He needed to feel them. He craved them. Just like she had always craved him.
He decided that he would thank her for such ideas.
"I know what your thinking Pansy." His words coming out low but she still heard him. Standing stock still with wide eyes. Unable to move or talk. That's good. Only think. "I know what you want. I know how you want it." His lip curled even further. "I can give it to you if you'd like."
There we go. That idea. It made him a little embarrassed as well. But it wasn't enough to stop him. Not when he was fueled on by the thoughts of them both. He was too far gone now. The suggestions from her head being planted in to his psyche. He had, of course, never done anything like this before. But there was no better time then the present right?
Her surprise finally faded. And he bit back the hiss of pleasure as her mind went in to overdrive. He could feel as her body temperature rose at the thought. It was more then just a dream now. More then just a wish. The idea that she could finally scratch that itch of hers had seeped in. And a sultry grin of her own slid in to place.
"Alright then."
Finally.
"Follow me then."
"Harry!"
He looked sideways towards Ron. Who was looking off in to the great hall. "What?"
"Pansy Parkinson is staring at you."
Harry squirmed in discomfort for a second. "So...."
"So!" Ron hissed. "This is like the third day in a row! What if she's planning to kill you?"
Harry shrugged. "I highly doubt she's going to kill me." Or rather he knew that she wasn't trying to kill him. "Whatever it is I doubt she means any harm."
"Really?" Ron said flatly. "After all the bad stuff that's happened. You don't think she's in some way planning on selling you off to Malfoy or something?"
Harry frowned. Thinking instead of his lack of a severe headache more then anything. Ever since he had let his.... Emotions get the better of him his head had hurt less. And his thoughts had become less cluttered. What's more he had to actively focus before he 'read' someone's mind.
But he didn't need to do that to know what she was thinking.
"No. I really don't think that." He replied just as straight.
"Then your as-"
"What? Crazy as you think I am?" Harry snapped back before he could finish. "Or maybe I was just under too much stress from the tournament. After all a dead body and a giant scar on his arm are no sure indication that he's back right? He's probably just making it up to cover the real truth."
Ron squeaked in surprise as others looked sharply to him. That's right. He had known just exactly what you had been thinking. All of you.
"What's with the looks?" This time he was the one who sounded amused. Like they did when they whispered behind his back. "Did any of you really think any of you could get away with it? That I wouldn't hear about poor Harry Potter. Always looking for attention is someway. How pathetic he is." A vicious grin that was completely out of place on his face popped up. "I don't really care what you all think. When those death eaters are knocking at your door at midnight don't come crying to me."
The entire Griffindor table looked away in shame. But he didn't mind so much if no one talked to him anymore. He had heard it all. It hurt to be truthful. Especially what Ron and Hermione thought about him. But in the end he realized just how shallow their friendship was. For everything they had been threw together they didn't believe him when he warned them of the impending danger. It was their problem then. He was tired of trying to help people when all they did is mock him and make cutting remarks.
"Mr. Potter." Came the terse voice. He had to visably restrain from rolling his eyes as he turned to his head of house.
"Yes ma'am?" McGonagall believed what he had said. But that was only because Dumbledore had believed him. He had no doubt that if he had told her first he would have been meet with the same skeptical looks and thoughts.
"The headmaster would like to see you afterwards. Please head to his office as soon as your done."
"Thank you ma'am. I'll head there right now." She nodded curtly before moving away and back to the head table where Dumbledore was indeed missing. He stood up and pushed his plate away in one motion. Best to get whatever this was about over with. He had no reason to stay here anyway.
"Harry-"
"Save it." The boy said solid. "I don't want to hear it. First you accuse me of lying about the Goblet despite the fact it made no sense. Now you accuse me of killing another student?"
Ron's nostrils flared. "I didn't!"
"You did. Not so much in words but you thought it. All of you." Looking down the length of the table. "But that's fine with me. I understand now what I have to do. If I want to stay alive that is. And apparently I don't have any friends to count on." With that said he stalked away without another word leaving the silent table behind him.
Light blue eyes twinkled.
Dark green eyes stared.
Twinkle.
Stare.
Twinkle.
Stare.
Twinkle.
Stare.
"Having problems Harry?" The headmaster said with a light chuckle. The boy in question blinked out of his stupor.
"No sir. I don't-" He swallowed. Unable to think suddenly. Dumbledore didn't give off thoughts like nearly everyone else did. "That is-"
"I mean with your head Harry." Dumbledore added quietly. Focusing his attention solely on the boy's reaction. He was met with the expected results. Looking as if he had swallowed something foul Harry choked suddenly. "Not to worry. I was just curious."
"Sir. How did you know?" He couldn't help but ask as his heart rate speed up. The nervous tint to his voice audible.
"I know because I feel it." Dumbledore replied softly. "Because I had a strange dream that oddly looked as if it had come from your perspective."
Harry looked at him in surprise before suddenly turning his attention away. "I... Sir. How do... What kind of magic is this? What did he do to me?"
"Nothing." Dumbledore answered truthfully. "It's was nothing he did. At least intentionally. But I think you already know that." His eyes suddenly become hard. "I believe you know exactly what this is Harry. What you are." The words were in the tone of a question but more of a statement.
That was it. The truth. What he had expected for over a week now. The idea had come suddenly while talking of magical creatures. He had thought about the difference between a magical creature and a normal one. And involuntarily drew the conclusion to mutants and magical people. Wondering if there was a connection. But he found that wasn't true. Even among the magical society they were seen as taboo. Which only served to make the pit in his stomach drop even lower. A cold depression in him.
Dumbledore noticed this. "There's nothing to be ashamed of my boy." He said softly. "You are what you are. Born the way you are. And what you have is a gift rather then a flaw. Just like parseltounge. If used correctly it can be a powerful tool. One that you will need." His words showing exactly what he was thinking of.
Still Harry could not help but feel ashamed. "But... I'm-"
"Do you think Mr. Lupin a freak Harry?" Dumbledore asked suddenly. Harry snapped his gaze up to meet him.
"N-No! Of course not!" Professor Lupin had showed him more in terms of instruction than any one ever had before. And he had taught Harry that his parents were good people. That could never be repaid in full. "Of course not! He's brilliant!"
"Then you will be glad to know he thinks the same of you." A slight smile. "And Sirus as well. To quote: 'It's bloody awesome he can do something other people can only dream of!'"
Harry could not believe his ears. Had his god father really say that? Unconsciously he looked to the headmaster and realized that he was indeed telling the truth. The strange ability to tell showing again. Sirus didn't think him a freak. And professor Lupin as well. He could not hold down the slight smile.
"But they also want you to learn how to control it Harry." Dumbledore continued when he saw the boy had calmed down some. "Your life will be a hard one. But you will need to learn to control this. Not only to save your own life but to save the lives of others." His gaze becoming clouded. "There are more dangers then just Lord Voldemort my boy. Especially now more then ever for you."
"But! I don't even know what to do! What I can do!" Emotion showing for the first time in weeks. He hadn't been his self in a while. Picking up the traits and thoughts of other people in the school. It had warped his mind and actions. But now that he was himself he could not help but show his distress. The whole situation another burden on his shoulders.
"I believe the correct term for it is telepathy Harry." Dumbledore explained calmly as he popped a lemon drop in to his mouth. "The ability to read minds... Among other things. Another I believe you have for sure is empathy, or sensing other's emotions. Perhaps even telekinesis, moving things with your will power." His eyes focusing on the boy's. "Powerful abilities in deed. But very dangerous ones a well. You need to learn to control them or else you may hurt your self or others."
"What can I do though?" Harry protested while practically leaning out his chair. "I've done the best I can... But the thoughts only trickle down. I don't want to intrude on other people's thoughts." His voice falling to a mutter at the end.
"Which is why I'm sending you some place where you can get some help." Dumbledore announced. "I've had Sirus sign off on it for you. So I'm sorry to say you'll be leaving in a few days."
The boy could only blink in shock. "W-What?!"
"There is a school in America." Dumbledore continued past the face silently morphing in to fury. "For children of all ages, ten or so up to low adulthood. It is run by your those with abilities like yours. The best in various fields of mutation. The worlds best telepathic minds, the same as you, to show you how to control your powers. And a doctor who specializes in all sorts of fields. They will help you to maintain a safe level. And when your complete you will return. Hopefully in time for the new school year."
"I-What?! No!"
"You have to Harry." Dumbledore urged. "Otherwise you may hurt someone. Your self as well."
To this the boy had no reply. He didn't want that of course.
"They're are really only positives. You may have to leave Hogwarts early but you will gain something much more valuable in that time. And you don't have to return to the Dursely's." The icing on the cake. He had him now.
And to this Harry indeed did look hopefull. His eyes a shine brighter. He looked to the headmaster with slight hurt but nothing more. Dumbledore was forced to school his own facial expression. This was serious and he could not let his emotions get the better of him. This was necessary.
Finally Harry did relent with a mutter. "When do I leave sir?"
Dumbledore simply smiled.
It was a week later he arrived at the front gates to the Xavier Institute.
It didn't look like much to tell the truth. A simple building. A mansion of impressive size yes. But nothing too great. But he knew from experience not to judge a book by the cover. No doubt it was filled with various security measures to protect the students and faculty from various attacks. Or at least he hoped that was the case, if what he had learned was true. They should have learned from past experience. Then again he did just walk through the open gates without much trouble. Perhaps he was just thinking hopefully?
This is the place though. I can feel the various thoughts inside. It was true. The place reeked of mutant powers. Some large and some small. He didn't know how he could tell but he could. Probably more of that mind reading stuff. It won't do me any good to stay out here.
He trudged up the large lawn towards the front doors, figuring it would look less suspicious if he came through like a normal person. In truth that would serve him well. He didn't mean any harm to them by showing up here. He was curious. He didn't have many experiences with mutants. Let alone those his age. To think that if his parents had never died he could have been here. No reason to hide him. This place may have been where he grew up. For some reason his stomach twinged at the thought.
It wasn't long before he reached the large bounding steps. A frown moving in to place on his face. Feelings of panic and distress had suddenly ripped out towards him from inside. The senses nearly overwhelmed him. He had never seen so many of one emotion before. Staggering to right himself he followed what he did know so far and tried to think of something else. It seemed to work.
Just as he was reaching the porch steps the door swung open. He tensed as he prepared to move but could only stare as a girl came running out, crying hysterically but nothing of any danger. The frown deepened. She had been human. What was a human teenage doing around here? That he could not understand.
Angry shouts and loud crying met him as he finally stepped through the threshold. The foyer was filled to the brim with students. All either panicking or oozing confusion. Some where crying while others looked to their hands with nothing short of disbelief. While others tried to consul them. It was most certainly not what he expected.
More humans. He thought in surprise as he slid the door closed behind him and stepped out of the way of another running-crying student. Outside he couldn't get a clear read out on how many mutants where in the building. But he just assumed it was all of them, after all it was a school for mutants. Apparently that assumption had been wrong. There were humans here. Lots of them. More humans then mutants in fact. Just what the hell is going on here? He could not help but feel a little suspicious.
In a room of to the left he spied who he assumed to be the first faculty member. A man of around six-one with rather broad shoulders and short dark brown near red hair. He turned his head and sported red tinted shades. Looking most definitely calmer then everyone else. It appeared that he was leader of some kind. Reminding Harry somewhat of Dumbledore in the way he carried himself.
Without much other choice the young man stalked towards him, dodging other panicked students as he passed. The way the mutant man held himself was of that of a solider. So if this man was this relaxed it meant that there was not an immediate threat. Visibly relaxing he approached the man in a disarming manner.
"Excuse me." His accent showing. The man turned away from a crying student to face him. Eye brows visibly rising up his forehead. It was obvious he did not recognize him. Which was good. It showed that he was aware of changes in the environment.
"Yes, can I help you?" The tone was light and calm but to the trained ears it held a hint of steel behind it.
"Hi." Sounding calm himself although he felt anything but that. "It looks like your busy. But I can't help but ask: what's going on here?"
The man frowned as he looked at the teenager with scraggly shoulder length black hair and piercing green eyes. The teen did not show any sign of distress at being appraised. "I'm not sure to tell you the truth. But as you can see it's causing quite the panic." A lie. He did know but wasn't sure how to manage it. A pause. "Have I ever seen you before?"
He shook his head, hair moving along with him. "No. I actually just walked through the door." Ignoring the slight twitch of the eyebrows as they narrowed in suspicion. "I was curious as to what a school of mutants was like. Just recently found out about my powers actually... But now I must admit to being a little confused." He turned his torso and gestured with his hands. "There are a lot of humans here."
The man seemed to lighten a slight bit but not much. "No." With a shake of his head. "A lot of de-powered mutants. Really strange."
Strange yes. But you know and aren't going to say anything.
"Right. Strange." The young man muttered. "Name's Harry by the way. Harold Potter formally." Holding out a hand. It would be best to use most of his name here as he met an entirely new person that hadn't heard his legend. He never did like it though, having found out from Sirus in a letter.
"Scott Summers." The man took his hand and shook. One eyebrow raising. "Nice strong grip. Powers?"
"No." He answered truthfully. "Just working out for school sports." Or at least that's what he thought. Truth to be told he had suddenly become an inch or two taller and was developing a sudden bit of muscle mass. It would not surprise him at this point to find out his sudden growth was due to another mutant power.
"Well. I usually would show you around and ask some questions but I'm kinda swamped at the moment." Looking around at the chaos. Swamped indeed.
"It's no problem. Like I said I was just in the country and curious about the supposed school." This caused a reaction of surprise.
"Alone? No parents." He's asking if I'm a homeless mutant.
"No. They trust me enough to get by on my own." A lie of course but the man didn't need to know that. And he needed to be able to come and go as he pleased. "And I have an apartment in Manhattan. As you can tell the accent is from overseas." Dumbledore had given him a portkey to adjust. But the man didn't need to know that.
"Uh huh." Eyes once again appraising him behind the glasses. "Well your welcome to stay here as-"
"Don't worry." Hary assured him with mirth audible in his voice. "I'm serious. My parents didn't abandon me or disown me." Would they though? If they found out what he was? No. They did die to protect him after all. They would love him no matter what. Of that he was sure.. "I really do have a place in the city. I'm just visiting. Trying to see some other mutants. Trying to find a way to control my new powers."
"Oh." Sounding again surprised that he was indeed telling the truth. "I apologize then. I just assumed-"
"No problem. I understand I'm fortunate. You probably get that a lot."
"We do." He admitted. "In fact your situation is kind of a surprise... Any how your welcome to hang around. If you can find a place to do that then."
"Thank you." He responded as he glanced around. The man nodded curtly at him before excusing himself leaving the mutant teen. And roam around he did. Watching as students argued about the strange occurrences for the entire length of the day. Truthfully he agreed with those who said it would be unsafe for humans to remain. If people found out half the school's occupants where now vulnerable they would attack with savage fury. As they were, apparently, already doing to others through out the world. It made him a little afraid but he had been through worse before.
In the end he exited the school in the evening with the promise that he would return. His interest piqued as to what the school would have been like on a normal day. He had come hoping to see what other mutant powers the world had to offer as well as learn to control his own. And even though the majority were de-powered the twenty or so others would do to satisfy his curiosity. That is if they kept their powers. Something he was also afraid of considering himself.
And return he did. Two days later to the sight of a bus being filled with human students. It had seemed that in the end the conclusion he had come to had been reached by the other's as well. The school was being evacuated by human students. Even from his position walking back up the lawn towards the bus he could hear the tearful goodbye's. But he thought it better to cry then to be dead.
And then, before the finger had even pulled the trigger, he felt the dark emotions. Spinning to the east just in the nick of time.
Swoop!
"Shit!" He hissed as he rolled over on to his back. Chest burning and ears ringing. Pain was something he had become used to. But this by far took the cake. He didn't know what possessed him to move. He should have just watched and turned around. Walked away even. But instead me acted as if he had always been trained to do so. The world around him shortening as he moved across the lawn and on to the roof of the bus in half a second. Then something possessed him to jump. The rest after that had been fuzzy. Then hurt and loud. A lot of both. Especially the hurt.
"He's alive- He- Qui-et-oley!" The words where scrambled and untraceable against the pounding of his head, which he was still unsure about how he retained. His chest heaved with what little breath he had and he could feel the slight of spittle raise from his charred lips. Blood no doubt. The whole of his body hurt and he was unsure of where he was again. And from there he descended in to unconsciousness.
He awoke to a cold metal and annoying beeping. An infirmary. He grimaced. His head still throbbing and his mind a whirl. He briefly was at a lost and panic began to slowly grip him before memories started to fill his head. He had been about to enter the school officially when it happened. A malicious thought and then he dropped his bag and began to ran... The rest was a blur. But he did remember pain. A lot of pain.
What the hell happened?
He would get no answer of course sitting here so he moved to slide of the table. His body roaring in silent agony. Everything hurt. But experience in strange and most likely dangerous situations before hand was something he had an abundance of. So he forced himself to move despite the near unbearable ache. If he was in a dangerous position they would soon find themselves sorry they had left him unattended too.
He ripped the IV plugs and monitor patches away before stumbling towards the door. Noticing only briefly that he was dressed in a pair of loose fitting cotton pants but had not been given a shirt or socks. It confused him some. If they were not going to give him a shirt why not just make him completely nude. Still he didn't linger on it and moved to the door. Graping the brass handle and gently sliding it open. It creaked some and he bit his lower lip in unease. That wasn't goo-
"Oh my heavens!"
It took Harry as second to realign his brain before his surprise showed. A large and furry man of some sorts had come bounding up to him from his place previously behind a desk and computer. Large amber colored eyes looking over the young boy with it's own flair of shock. It took a second or so longer for Harry's brain to completely catch up. A mutant of course.
"Your awake!" The large blue man proclaimed with astonishment visible. His voice not unfriendly. "That in it's self is more then surprising. I wasn't sure originally if you were ever going to wake up at all!" He peered at the boy with a curious look with glasses that looked incredibly too small for his face. "Do you by chance have a healing factor?"
"....Uh..."
"Oh! I apologize! You must be hungry. And no doubt a little disorientated. Hold on for one second. Please take a seat and make your self comfortable." Before the big blue man hurried away. He was left alone in what appeared to be a lab or office of some sorts. Stumbling briefly he lowered his tired body in to a chair and sat as he buried his head in to his hands and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. It didn't do much but helped somewhat to stop his shaking.
Did you hear-
He looked up briefly in surprise and glanced around cautiously. But there was no body there.
I wonder what happened to him. Professor McCoy said he was finally in stable condition.
A frown. This mind reading thing again. It had died down quite a bit the last few days and actually allowed him to think his own thoughts. But it appeared to be acting of it's own accord again. This sudden flow of thoughts and emotions where most certainly not his. Telepathy. That's what Dumbledore called it. They were going to help him control it right?
"Here we are." The blue man announced as he stepped back through the door with the man from a few days before trailing behind him. "I was more then surprised when he stumbled out of the infirmary on his own." Talking to the other man as he approached the boy with a plate of small sandwiches and a glass of water. Harry took them both in each hand before settling the plate in his lap.
"He looks okay." The man from before muttered. Summers he suddenly remembered. "Really incredible job Elixir did."
The large man pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I don't think all of it was our young healer. I asked if he had a healing factor before. Young Joshua said he had already began to work on himself before he had even reached him. And for him to be up only two days afterward." He turned his attention back to Harry. "How are you feeling young man?"
Harry, who had been sipping at his glass, shrugged. "Fine. A little sore." His throat scratchy from lack of use despite his drink.
"Really? Nothing feels out of place?"
He shook his head. "No. Not really. My head kinda hurts but I think that's more due to my powers... Other then that I'm fine." No use in telling them that every cell in his body was screaming bloody murder at the thought of him even moving. He hated hospitals enough as it was. So he most certainly didn't want to stay here any more then he had too. The large man furrowed his brow, if that's what the facial expression was, and looked over him.
"Well... I suppose I should take a brief check to make sure. But if your sure your completely fine..."
"I am. Really." He assured him before taking another sip and going to work on his sandwich. He was certainly hungry. "It's nothing of too much importance."
"If you insist." His large clawed hands reaching up to his chin. "But you said your head is hurting. What is your ability if I may ask?"
At this Harry shrugged at a lost. "I believe it's called telepathy. And something to do with emotions too..."
"Empathy?"
He snapped his fingers. "That's it. I've only recently learned about them. Started to hear voices about a month ago. Then my head started to get all fuzzy. It died down for about a week or so but it's really starting to act up again. Lately I've been thinking a lot, a whole lot. And the emotions affect me. Although not always in a good way." Thinking towards the incident at school.
"Just those?" Summers questioned with a frown. "Is that all you can do?"
"That's all I've been told so far..."
"Then how did you teleport?" Cyclops pushed. "And what did you use to make the rocket explode prematurely that way?"
Harry frowned. "Not sure. New to this mutant thing. I was coming here to look for help controlling it." This answer was most certainly not what the man was looking for if his frown growing was any indication. Still it looked like he wouldn't be getting any sort of answer any time soon.
"It's most obvious what we need to begin a list. A scan of his body will do wonders towards figuring out just exactly our young friend is capable of." Despite the frightening appearance the large man was surprisingly pleasant. A kind smile showing a row of razor sharp teeth.
The teen shrugged again. "Sure. If it helps I'm all for it."
The man grinned. "Excellent. Right this way please..."
"My. It really is quite impressive." Hank commented as he sat at his computer typing diligently. "Quite impressive indeed."
Summers glanced at the shirtless boy lying on a machine. "What is so impressive?"
"Why his mutation of course!" He commented gleefully. "It is quite interesting to look at in terms of a physical adaptation."
"Uh. Thanks I guess..."
"Look here." McCoy commented as he typed something before grabbing the flat screen and spinning it around for them to see. "This is a scan of your brain. And here is your motor cortex region." Pointing to said region on the screen. Notice the two lobes here? Those are your Parietal and Occipital lobes. Now here is a scan of our dear Ms. Grey..." Bringing up the other scan by the side. Harry noted the slight twitch at the name but didn't push it.
Harry looked between them. "Mine are bigger." He said bluntly.
"Yes. More pronounced. Which is quite something considering how powerful her telepathic powers were. Your Thalamus region is the most evident. Then your Amagdyla region has grown about a centimeter above normal size for your age. Rarely a brain actually fills the space in the skull. But yours appears to be snug as a bug, as if it were growing specifically for that purpose." He nodded his head and rubbed his furry chin, no doubt talking more to himself then them.
"That's all great. But what about the other stuff he did?"
"I have an answer for that as well." Still grinning. "His brain is constantly active. 'Wired' as the kids say. And I noticed one pattern. One that works not unlike our young healer or Cajun associate." The grin widened a small bit. "Advanced molecular manipulation. Triggered through his blood cells like a plant's photosynthesis." This seemed to have an effect on Summers although Harry wasn't the least bit sure what they were talking about.
"What?" Surprise evident in his voice. "What kind of manipulation?"
The blue man shrugged. "No way to tell without a proper demonstration but I would venture something along the lines of light and bio-molecular so far, which would explain both his earlier feats. But there could be more. I just noticed his cells seemed to behave in the same manner that reminds me of the two previously mentioned mutants. That would explain how he moved so suddenly and even the pyrokinesis to some extant."
"But he just said he wasn't sure what he could do." Turning to briefly look at the boy who was indeed still confused. "How does something like that happen on accident?"
"Who knows. But we have seen mutants do stranger things correct? Why is it so hard to
Now Harry was more then confused. "Hold on a second. I don't have the slightest idea what your talking about."
McCoy turned to him. "That's fine for now. But you'll no doubt have to do a lot of studying to catch up to the concepts. It appears as if the ability is just getting started but it will no doubt be where the majority of your powers come from." The tone warning.
"So is my head growing... And I can mess with the cells in my body to do weird things?" Suddenly afraid of himself.
"In short. But do not worry we will help you to control your abilities." His smile kind and understanding. "We will help you to use this gift to the maximum potential. Which appears to be great."
"Uh. Cool... I don't have much time though. I mean I can stay as long as I need to but-" Cyclops held a hand up to stop him.
"We heard from the professor. You have another important school obligation to attend. A university of some kind right?"
"Yeah." Nodding along with the lie. "Sorry if it seems like I'm using you. I can pay or something."
"No." With a shake of his head and a sigh. "It's fine. And I kinda owe it to you. You saved a lot of people. Without even knowing how to do it."
This time Harry looked away. "Yeah... Someone told me once I have a saving people thing. I get in to a lot of trouble trying to help out against bad people. Weather it's wanted or not."
"Well it was wanted here. So I'm sure a lot of students will say thank you. Be ready for that."
Great....
"Anyway, we'll begin working with you tomorrow. Hard times are coming for mutants and it would be best if you can protect yourself. I brought the bag you came with to an empty room upstairs so as soon as Hank here clears you ready to go I can show you to your room..."
"Um... Hi!" He greeted a little nervously.
The three girls tilted their heads in unison.
It was more then a little creepy but he said nothing on the matter not wishing to offend them. Though it didn't appear to matter much if the sly grin that slid over the face of one of them was any indication. He swallowed a sudden lump that appeared in his throat. He was projecting as the blond woman before had said. To those with telepathic powers his mind was practically an open book. Which brought him to the reason he was standing here in the doorway to the room. Cyclops standing behind him wearing a kind smile while resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Girls. This is Harry." He introduced. "He's new here. And an inexperienced telepath."
"We know." One of the identical looking girls started. "He's the boy from before." Another added.
The final one nodded. "He nearly killed himself."
Harry grinned nervously. This was only his second day out of the infirmary, the first spent trying to find his way around and studying the biology books they had loaned him. Surprisingly the work came easy and natural to him. Something he now attributed to being a telepath by Dr. McCoy. Apparently his brain was now ten times more active then a normal human so he could support thoughts and his mental powers. Thus it made learning easier. He was offered the chance to 'speed learn' by the blond woman, a Ms. Frost, but choose against it. Scared. Something about her didn't sit right with him.
"You want our help." The middle one stated more then questioned. It was at that time Harry noticed the only thing different between them were the clothing and spaces surrounding each bed. They were indeed triplets. Or something of the like. He wasn't sure if talking like that was normal for them. But then again he wouldn't be surprised if it was.
"Um. Yes please... To help learn telepathy?"
"Your afraid of Frost." Another said bluntly. "We understand. She is quite manipulative."
Cyclops chose this moment to cough in to his hand. Showing he was indeed still there while they were talking about one of the school staff. "Yes well he choose you ladies instead. So can you help him?"
"Of course." "He helped the school."
This seemed to please the man who smiled. "Alright then. We can set up-"
"We can do it now." All three answered together. Slightly startling Harry.
"Even better." Turning his attention to the boy beside him. "In the mean time I'll talk to Hank about finding some way to control your telekinesis. It should be the trigger for your molecular manipulation. Maybe even get Keller to help you. He's a telekinetic too."
"Thank you sir."
"No problem. Now I'll leave you to your work." As he stepped back for the boy to enter then closed the door behind him. Leaving Harry to nervously stand before the three girls. He looked over them each. One was wearing a white blouse, red shirt and a pair of white socks in comparison to the simple shirts and black shorts the other two wore, with the only diffrence being color of the shirts.
"Thanks for agreeing to help me." He announced as he stepped in to the room and looked around. It looked like a little girl's room should. But with a few minor diffrences in that it held three diffrent distinct styles. "I'm kinda at a loss on what I'm supposed to do."
The one dressed differently tilted her head sideways. "It is not a problem. Rather having an untrained telepath around will cause more trouble then good."
"Oh. Um. Okay."
"I am Celeste." "Mindee." "Phobee." The last two wearing a red and green shirt respectively.
"Right. Well I'm Harold like he said. Harry for short. And I'm totally at a loss for what to do."
"Very well. We will begin." Celeste said. "What you need to do is focus on your own thoughts. Picture your mind scape as a place where you feel safe. Then focus on locking it away like a door way or gate..."
"So your that guy? From the bus?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the way it sounded from the slightly taller boy. Slightly condescending. It was two days after his meeting of the Three-in-one. And with the slight discomfort gone he found each of them to be pleasant in their own way. Each was different he learned. But each had different views on the world. He had heard from them how they had lost two other sisters. A sad thing.
"Yeah." His own tone rising to meet him. "You the guy who moves stuff with your brain?"
The boy frowned. "Yeah. That's me. It's called telekinesis."
"I'm well aware of that." Harry responded stiffly. "But I prefer to call it as such because it helps me to understand it better. I've been practicing as much as I can."
The boy sneered, suddenly disgruntle. "Then why are you waisting my time?"
"Because you were told to help him." Gruff voice said. "Not asked."
Harry turned his head ever so slightly as the man approached them. He was short for a grown man with a gruff appearance and wearing a leather jacket with a pair of blue jeans and boots. In comparison Harry also wore a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. The boy was also wearing jeans but what looked like a designer brand. The same with his dress shirt with uncuffed sleeves.
"Besides." The gruff man continued with a slight shine to his eyes. "Your friend Tag sure does like him."
This seemed to catch the boy as he looked away as if suddenly ashamed. Harry reasoned that 'Tag' must have been one of the students sitting on the bus.
"Yeah. I guess he's okay." His tone suddenly changed. The man seemed to accept this and looked to both before stalking away.
"Um... Who was he?" Harry couldn't help but question as the man walked away from their position outsides on the grounds.
"Wolverine." The other muttered. "And I'm Hellion by the way. Not Julian."
"Okay. I'm Harry."
The older teen eyed him. "What's your mutant name?"
He shrugged. Learning only the day earlier that people choose names based on their powers.
"Don't have one. Just learned I was a mutant about a week or two ago."
"Oh... Well you have to think of one. It's one of the cool things."
"Apart from the powers?"
"Yeah. Of course them."
Harry grinned. Despite his early ideas he found that maybe he would like this guy.
Yeah. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.