Author: Okay so, this is the first story I've ever written and I've been working on for awhile now, though it still may not be perfect. It's mostly a Harry Potter story with an X-Men/Charmed twist.BUT PLEASE NOTE: THERE ARE NO ACTUAL MAIN CHARACTERS FROM CHARMED OR X-MEN, JUST SOME IDEAS AND POSSIBLY MINOR CHARACTERS FROM THESE STORIES! I sincerely apologize to those of you that are disappointed with this, but this is just the way the story flows.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the ideas or characters from the Harry Potter series, the X-Men stories, or from Charmed. I DO however, own Vanessa Harper, Victor Karr, and a few other minor character that may or may not show up.

Chapter 1

As Vanessa Harper walked down the dark, creepy alleyway, she got a chill. Not because of fear, but because she had a weird feeling about this alley, like something was watching her. But she just shrugged off the feeling and continued walking.

She wasn't afraid of the creeps that lived in Los Angeles, she knew of greater things to fear. And even so, it took a lot to scare her; she's seen too many things in her life to be scared of just a darkened alleyway.

That's when she felt another chill, though not from the alleyway, but because she was cold. She looked down at her clothes and cursed herself for not wearing warmer clothes. She regretted just wearing jeans, blue flip-flops, and a blue t-shirt that said, "Don't mess with me or u might get hurt." As she shivered from the cold, she rubbed her arms and started walking faster to her two-bedroom apartment. She was about to start jogging to keep warm, when she thought she heard her name being whispered.

"Vanessa…"

She turned around sharply, but she didn't see anyone. Her eyes scanned the darkness for the source of the sound, but she couldn't see anything. So she kept walking, thinking it was just a trick of the wind and that she was only hearing things.

"Vanessa…"

This time she definitely heard her name. She whipped around, but no one was there. "Who's there," she called firmly. She was going to stand her ground, despite the small, tingling fear she felt creeping through her. There was no reply.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't play games. So if you have something to say, I suggest you say it now," she said loudly. She didn't enjoy being toyed with.

There was still no reply.

After a few moments, she huffed a frustrated sigh. She felt silly talking to herself. "Fine," she said and continued walking, only faster this time. She decided she wasn't going to stop anymore, even if someone did call her name. She was cold and wanted to go home. So she kept walking, but now with firm, quick steps, until she reached her door. She didn't notice the dark shadowy figure watching her every step home.

When Vanessa finally walked through the door to her two-bedroom apartment, a feeling of security rush over her. She looked around the apartment. Every time she saw the warm green furniture with the light cream walls and matching green colored curtains, she couldn't help but feel relaxed.

But her thoughts quickly returned to what had happed in the alleyway. What was going on back there? Had someone seen her use her powers? Fear of being exposed started through her.

As these thoughts raced through her mind and make her anxious, objects around her started to rumble and shake. That was one of her powers; she could move things with her mind, big or small. She could also blow things up with her hands as well as freeze them in place. Even better, she could also recycle the force of a power that a mutant, or any other creature with power, used against her. All mutants had some sort of power or powers that they could do. That's what Vanessa was, a mutant.

When Vanessa suddenly realized what she was doing, she calmed herself and everything else did as well. Her powers were tied to her emotions, but she knew how to control them pretty well, even when she was emotional.

She finally decided that whatever happened in the alleyway was tomorrow's problem. She set her keys down on the table, and headed to the bathroom for a nice, long, hot shower.

As she started getting ready for her shower, she stopped when she saw her reflection. Her thick, shoulder-length, black hair seemed somewhat different, but she pick out the change. Her emerald green eyes seemed to stand out more than usual. But she just shrugged it off and continued her shower.

After her shower, Vanessa changed into her pajamas. While she was changing, she couldn't help but notice the thin scars across her back. As she lightly touched them, memories of how she got them ran through her mind.

Her father was abusive and cruel, and worst of all, he liked to take punishment to the extreme. Her mother became very ill and died when Vanessa was only four. From then on her father would beat her even more and blame her for her mother's death. He would use whatever her could: fists, whips, and sticks. He was a mutant, just like Vanessa, and used his own powers against her too. He didn't have to be drunk to hit her, he just would. No one would come to help or call the police because they were all too afraid of her father. She remembered all the times her father would come home angry and starting yelling at her and calling her names for no reason. And worst of all she remembered hearing her mother screaming and begging him to stop.

As these memories came flooding back, Vanessa felt a few hot tears sting her eyes. She remembered her mother's funeral and her father's anger. She also remembered the day her father died; the day she was set free.

She was only 8 years old when he had dragged her with him, saying he had a "business meeting" to attend. When they arrived Vanessa got out of the car and looked around at her surroundings: she was on a cliff, standing with about 10 other people she assumed to be her father associates. "Go wait by the car," her father said darkly and shoved her toward the car. When she reached the vehicle, she turned around to hear her father yelling and the 10 other people encircling him, but she was too far away to make out the words he was screaming. The next thing she saw, she could barely believe: a huge curtain of smoke and flames reaching through it surrounding her father. When the smoke cleared, her father was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't believe it. Her father was gone. She was free. No more daily beatings or being yelled at. She was finally free! She didn't feel any sorrow for him or for the fact that she was alone…she was alone long before he died.

As soon as Vanessa was done changing, she crawled in to her bed and fell asleep looking at the moon through her window. In her dream, she saw an old man who looked about to be about 70, but despite his old appearance, he looked rather sturdy. He had kind blue eyes that sort of sparkled. His long white beard went down to the bottom of his chest, and he wore purple colored robes with a matching pointed hat. He didn't say one word, he just smiled.

Author: Well that's all for now, but I will update as soon as I can. I really hope you enjoyed reading this. Please leave any comments and reviews you have so that I may perfect my story. Thank you!