Hey peoples! This is my first fanfic so please be nice. Constructive criticism is welcome and flames will roast marshmallows to golden perfection. I DO NOT own Harry Potter OR the x-men.
In the attic of a normal house in a normal neighborhood in northern New Jersey, USA, fifteen year old Rosaline Smith found an old trunk. She couldn't have known that opening this box would change everything she ever believed in, so she did.
There were just some old Photo albums so she could understand why they were here, but they looked relatively new. She opened the first book and gasped. The pictures were moving! The first picture was of a young girl and a boy, neither did she recognize. The girl had red hair and beautiful green eyes, while the boy had pale skin and dark hair and eyes. They were smiling and they were dressed in strange robes that she had only seen on wizards in the nighttime stories that her father used to read to her
She assumed that the photo album belonged to the girl because there were more pictures of her with friends also dressed in the strange robes at a large castle that according to some side notes was a school and the robes were a uniform. There were pictures of adults that Rosaline assumed were the girl's parents and a younger blond. The album went all the way through to a graduation ceremony. Rosaline couldn't help but to notice the disappearance of the dark haired boy that was replaced with another boy who also had dark hair, but it was unkept and messy. This boy wore glasses and smiled a lot more. In every picture he had his arm around the girl. After finishing it she took another look at the front cover and found words printed neatly 'To Lily Marie Evans to document your life from today onward, Sincerely Sev'
The next photo album Rosaline found was that of the boy with glasses. His pictures started much earlier, with his parents and him as a toddler. She didn't bother to look through the entire thing, but did check the name, it said 'James Harold Potter'. There was another album for James that continued his life and started at the school. There were pictures of the same three boys with him and they seemed to be very close to one another. He also had pictures of Lily and Rosaline could tell where he had cut out "sev's" face in many of them.
The last album was different. It started with a combination of Lily and James' childhoods and went on to their wedding, Lily's pregnancy and the birth of their son. That page seemed to be the most worn down. A caption next to it said 'Lily, James and baby Harry Potter'. That's when it changed, not long after Harry's first birthday there was a time jump. At first Rosaline thought that it had gone back to James' childhood, but then she saw that the boy had Lily's green eyes, so had to be Harry. Rosaline could easily tell that the brown frizzy haired girl, Hermione, and the red haired and freckled boy, Ron, were as close to Harry as Peter, Remus and Sirius were to James. The pictures were more spread over time, possibly one or two a year. Each one was labeled with the year. The last one said 'Christmas 1995'.
At the very bottom of the box was an old blue blanket and on the corner it had the initials 'HP'.
Rosaline was so confused, because she knew that this had to belong to her father as it was not hers and there was nothing here when they bought the house. They had moved here when Rosaline had been five, she didn't remember where they lived before that. The neighbors had been curious as to why a twenty-five year old man was moving there with his daughter and had not gotten married. She knew that her father kept secrets from her, not the least being who her mother was, but she could not fathom why there was an entire family locked away in this little box. They could not be related as neither she nor her father looked anything like the Potters. Could her father have been a friend? Or maybe he knew nothing?
What happened next could never have been foreseen, as the wizarding world was so separate from the muggle one that they had never even heard of mutants and no studies have been made as to the relation between wizards and mutants. So that is why when Young Rosaline Smith wished desperately to see her father to talk to him and ask him what else he could be keeping from her, she did.
When Rosaline opened her eyes she saw not the dusty attic that she had been trying to clean but her father's art studio, the walls splattered with mismatching colors, used canvases and easels scattered around. She heard her father shout something to one of his friends and stumbled backwards, clenching her eyes shut she waited for the crash to give her away, but to her surprise, she was standing in the middle of and easel! She panicked and suddenly she was back in the attic sitting in the same position she was in before she left.
Forgetting about the photo albums and the mysterious blanket, and most importantly forgetting about Harry Potter, Rosaline ran downstairs to the family computer and tried to figure out what happened. The only thing she found in her search was a place in upstate New York. 'Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children'
In the studio that Rosaline had left just moments before, Alexander Smith went to his workroom to investigate a small spark of a presence. Seeing no one Alex was about to walk away, when his senses caught an easel on the other side of the room walking towards it, he recognized his daughter's signature there, but nowhere else.
Living in the muggle world he knew that this was not a manifestation of her magic, but a mutation. The only thought on his mind as he rushed home was that he hoped she would not make the biggest mistake of her life and contact Xavier's Institute.
Worry on his mind, he rubbed his forehead, and old habit from when he was younger and a lightning bolt shaped scar had rested there.