By Hedwig
So you actually like my story? So here is the Harry Potter I promised. :) or :( to some of you. It does help if you've actually read some of the books. This one sorta ends in a cliff hanger, like the others. :) It's shorter than the dreaded first Part. But if you like the first 2 parts you'll like this one.
Rose is my own creation so no taking her. Harry Potter and co. is J.K Rowling's creation. The X-files is Chris Carter an co.'s creation.
So I'm amazed that you're still with me. All of these parts are meant to be read SLOWLY. So you won't skip anything. Also you get to know the characters more.
Do I still have your attention?? Good cus enjoy!
Mulder awoke lying on his side. He strained his eyes open. He tried to put a name to the place, but found it indescribable. He was in a dark, gloomy place. The walls were covered with some sort of green slime.
"Ah, Mr. Mulder you have awoken. I was getting a little worried there. Rose did a number on you," said the cigarette-man.
"Where am I?" Mulder moaned. He felt as if a bus had hit him.
"You are in a place where the gifted have known."
"Where am I though?"
"You're in England."
"I'm where?"
"England."
"Why and how did I get to England?"
"All will be explained soon enough." The cigarette-man stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards the door. Mulder tried to get up, but didn't quite succeed. He tried again and walked out of the horrid place.
He found himself in a hall. He walked down a bit, but stopped because of the sight he saw. Out before him was a great hall. There were hundreds of children dressed in robes eating away at their dinner. Up on the platform further back was Scully and Rose eating dinner at the table.
"So do you like what you see?" said the cigarette-smoking man. Mulder jumped at the question and turned around. He found himself staring face to face at the cigarette-man.
"Why?" Mulder demanded.
"As I said, only the gifted are allowed here and you are one of them."
"What do you want with me?" He didn't reply.
"What do you want with me?" Half the conversation stopped in the hall.
"Perhaps you would like Rose to tell you." Before Mulder could ask him another question the cigarette-man walked away. Mulder stood there stunned and wondered what to do next.
Mulder looked back to the hall and caught Rose's eye. Rose walked down from the platform and towards him. When she reached Mulder, he bombarded her with questions.
"What did the cigarette-man mean?" He demanded.
"He meant that you are one of us."
"Are you working with him? He can't be trusted."
"Yes I am."
"I thought you were dead," He whispered.
"Well I'm not."
"Why did you leave?"
"I left because it was the best thing to do and it still is."
Mulder pinned her to the wall and demanded, "You're leaving something out Rose."
"I guess I can't keep it from you any longer can I?" He looked questionably at her, "I'm a witch Fox." The truth hit Mulder. All this time she had been lying.
"Why didn't you tell me!" Now all the conversation stopped and the children turned their heads towards them.
"What do you think you would do? Would you turn me into some X-file? Would you still love me if I told you I was a witch? Well Fox?" Mulder suddenly felt guilty and sorry that he got mad at Rose.
"But why? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was scared. I was scared that you wouldn't love me any more because of what I am." Mulder stared into her eyes; tears were forming. "I left England because I was a witch. I thought I could leave it all behind. I guess I was wrong."
"Why are you telling me now?" Mulder lowered his voice because he was attracting a lot of attention.
"Because you a wizard," Rose said flatly.
"I'm a what?"
"You're a wizard."
Mulder couldn't contain it any longer and fell on top of Rose. Rose let out a gasp as Mulder's weight fell on top of her.
"What about Scully is she a witch too?" Mulder choked out.
"Whose Scully?" He realized that he never told Rose about his previous partner. He pointed at Scully who was bewildered.
"Oh you mean Dana Potter?"
"Potter? Dana got married?"
"Yes, she's been married for a year now."
"To who?"
"Uh, my brother Harry."
"I didn't know you had a brother."
"Well there were a lot of things I didn't tell you." He regained his posture, shook his head and walked away. Rose trailed quickly behind him.
"So you're just going to leave?" asked Rose.
"Yeah, why can't I?" replied Mulder.
"Well nothing's stopping you, but we need you."
"We?"
"Yes we. Dana needs you, Harry, Draco, the world needs you, but most of all I need you." He stopped walking and looked into Rose's eyes. For a second the two stared at each other, but Mulder turned around and continued to walk away.
"Why won't you stay?"
"First you walk away from me. Then you and Scully go fake a death. What am I suppose to do? Go along with everything and pretend that nothing has happened?" Rose made no reply. "No, I've had enough. I'm quitting the Bureau and I'm going to try to live a better life than the one I've messed up in."
"Fox, there won't be a Bureau for you to quit at if you're going to leave," she whispered sadly.
"What do you mean? What do you mean that there won't be a Bureau!" Mulder stopped his pace and turned and stared at her.
"He's coming and if you go there is nothing to hope for."
"Who is?"
"Voldemort."
"Who the heck is Voldemort?"
"He was a powerful wizard before my time. He lost his power to my brother. Now he's regaining power and has gathered an army. We've discovered some runes off the coast of Africa. They said that there are 5 keepers. The 5 keepers have been here ever since the Earth was created, but they have been incarnated many times." She paused for a moment before continuing on. "We have found 4, but now we have 5. The fifth one is you." Mulder looked at her baffled at her explanation.
"There is no such thing as witches and wizards."
"That is what you have been made to believe. We have kept our identity a secret so that we won't be bothered."
"I still don't believe you." Rose looked up at Mulder's eyes. They weren't warm and gray like they used to be. Now they were as cold as stone, but Rose saw something behind it something deeper.
"You want to believe, but you're afraid to.