(A/N: Yay! I get to post one of my stories! Hope ya'll like it! I accept flammage, but if you don't understand something let me know. If you don't like something I don't give a flying...fishbucket what you think...unless it's reasonable.)
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, that belongs to Marvel. I do not own Harry Potter, they belong to J.K.Rowling. I do, however, own Daniela "Danny" Manners AKA Mind Freak and the Hierarchies.
Chapter 1
A pair of golden-green eyes flickered from one word to the next as their owner concentrated on the book she was reading to herself, titled 'Advanced Physics'. She was only sixteen, but she was extremely intelligent. Not many people realized there was a brain beneath her mane of snow-white hair which pooled around her waist. A pale, white hand turned to page to a diagram explaining a complicated physics problem. Tossing her hair away, she lifted her pencil and, setting it to the page, corrected the, well, incorrect diagram. That five should have been a six and, therefore, made the entire problem wrong.
"Danny," called a voice from below. "Hon, come down here, there's someone who wants to see you!" Flicking her wrist, she was rewarded with a scream from below and grinned broadly. That took care of that.
You know, it isn't polite to try and frighten people like that. Danny jumped at the sound of the voice in her head. You frightened you poor mother half to death. Do come down, I only wish to speak with you. And please rid us of this…whatever it is.
Grumbling, Daniela, or Danny, dragged herself from bed, hair falling around her like a snow-white cloak. Concentrating on the floor, she made the crimson carpeted wood collapse in on it self, flowing downward in a soft spiral, like a slow moving whirlpool. Slipping down into it, her hair briefly tinted the brown and red swirl white. As her bare feet landed on the cream carpet of the living room, the spiral, tinted cream, like the ceiling now, stopped flowing, the rapidly moved in the opposite direction and smoothed back into the high ceiling. As her hair fell around her, she quickly took in her surroundings. There was a bald man in a suit in a wheelchair and behind him stood a rather menacing looking man. Talk about tall, dark, and handsome, this guy was what someone who wasn't Danny would call hot.
"What," she snapped as she flopped over in the La-Zee-Boi reclining chair.
A large wolf like creature with no fur, rippling muscles, and wicked dragon wings, was currently snarling at the visitors. His claw-like feet shredded the carpet as it lunged, then backed away, then lunged again. A sharp whistle, from Danny, ceasing the beast's activities and it turned around and bounded over to her. With a whine, it cuddled up to her. Danny absently patted it on the head and it quivered with the joy of receiving attention from its master.
"What is that thing," snapped the dark looking guy.
Smirking, Danny replied, "What? Don't recognize one of the Hierarchies when you see one, or haven't you been paying any attention to the news?"
Sneering, he snapped, "You're kidding me, right? You call them Hierarchies? A little ego-inflated towards your illusions, aren't you?"
"What illusions," asked Danny, calmly? The man blinked, startled at her comment. The Wolven Hierarchy at her feet lunged foreword, sinking his claws into the man's arms and snarling fiercely. Then, just as quickly, released and returned to Danny's side. . "The Hierarchies are very real. There are no illusions." The man, climbing to his feet after falling over from the Wolven Hierarchy's weight, winced as his wounds quickly healed themselves. "Maybe you friend, here, should have warned you. I'm no illusionist. I bend reality…to a certain extent." Sitting back, her bangs lying in her face, she smirked lightly as the Wolven Hierarchy perched himself on the back of her chair.
"Bend reality," asked Logan. At both Danny and the other mans nod, he asked, "Professor, why didn't you tell me?"
"I did tell you. You're mind just chose Illusionist over Reality Bender," replied the man.
"Professor," asked Danny?
"Yes, I am Professor Xavier," said the bald man. "I run a school for gifted children like you, Ms Daniela."
"Danny," snapped the girl. "I hate Daniela. 'Mother' was on drugs when she named me."
"S-sweetie," pleaded the blonde woman still against the counter, fear in her eyes. "Don't say that. Your name is beautiful!"
"Shut up," snapped the girl. The Wolven Hierarchy snarled viciously and bristled at the tone in his mistress's voice, ready to jump into action at her word. The young woman closed her mouth and whimpered in fear. "Go, leave," snapped Danny and the woman left, quickly.
"Why do you push her around so," asked the Professor kindly.
"Because she was on drugs when she gave birth to me," said Danny quietly, almost sadly, adding, "literally. I remember everything from the womb. Including the nightmares she gave me when she took her stupid, fucked up hallucinogens." While no emotion showed on her face, the Wolven Hierarchy slipped down to the armrest, whimpering in sadness for his mistress. "It's all her fault I still have nightmares." Why was she telling these people her story! They didn't need to know!
Pushing her hair away, she glanced at the men for their reaction. The dark looking man looked mortified and the Professor, thoughtful. "Hey, what's your name," asked Danny.
The man looked at her, then shook his head out and replied, "Logan." Her curiosity sated, Danny placed her attention on the Wolven Hierarchy next to her. Gazing into its remarkable beautiful eyes, and stroked its soft, floppy ears. Smiling at her creation, she stretched out across the chair and allowed the surprisingly light Wolven Hierarchy lay on top of her. Petting the top of his scaly head, she mused to herself. Noticing the pamphlet sticking out of Logan's pocket, she ordered silently to the Hierarchy on top of her to go get it. Slipping off of her, the Hierarchy padded over to Logan, who frowned. Moving quickly, the Hierarchy shot forward, pining the man, and grabbed the pamphlet in his pocket and, leaping over the coffee table, returned to Danny. Passing her the pamphlet, the creature returned to its spot on top of the chair.
Danny flipped through the pamphlet, calmly surveying the pages, slightly interested. "This is the school you were talking about right. 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters?"
"Yes," replied the Professor. "I am here to offer you a place at our school. You decide whether you want to come or not. There, we can teach you better control of your powers."
Thinking to herself, Danny asked absently, "I'll still be able to call upon the Hierarchy whenever I want, right?"
"Well, not whenever you want, but within reasonable area's of time," replied the Professor. "And there will be other people whom you can become friends with and can relate to you."
With a snort, Danny snapped, "I doubt that." Glancing down at the pamphlet, she was silent for a second, and then said, "I guess I'll give it a try."
Smiling warmly, Professor Xavier said, "Better pack your things, then. Logan and I leave in the mourning."
"Won't need to bother, I leave my stuff with the Hierarchy in the Other World," replied the girl. Dismissing the Wolven Hierarchy, whom Melted into the screwed up area of the carpet, therefore repairing it, she trotted up the stairs with a backwards wave as the front door opened, or rather Melted in on itself.
