Mutant Son

Summary: X-Men Movie Verse/HP Crossover. SLASH (non-graphic). Pyro/Harry. The last thing Snape told the Order before he betrayed them was that Voldemort was searching for his son. The Order somehow finds his son before Voldemort does and makes a trip to Xavier's.

Warnings: Slash (not graphic). Crossover.

Disclaimer: None of it is mine

Chapter Four: His Father's Son

Harry stood in a field of blood. It was on every blade of grass, every grain of sand, and as he looked down at his hands, he was covered in it. Desperately he tried to wipe it off but every time he could see his bare hand, blood would again appear. He gave up, looking hopelessly around. He started. He wasn't alone anymore.

Dark shadows, in the shape of people, began walking towards him. The notion of moving didn't even come to him. They got so close that he could see their faces, covered in blood. His parents, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, other faces he didn't recognize staring blankly at him and he screamed and screamed and…..

Harry shot up in bed in a silent scream. He still felt wet and sticky but checking himself over, he was relieved to see that he was covered in sweat, not blood. He felt like he could still see it. Then he remembered those faces. The people he couldn't save. The people he got killed.

He numbly stumbled out of bed to the adjoining bathroom and turned the shower on to its hottest temperature before sitting in the tub, not even bothering to undress. He closed his eyes, trying to erase the dream. But he couldn't. Just like he couldn't erase the ones from the nights before. God he was so tired. The hot water burned at his skin; somehow it was soothing. Good, he wasn't dreaming. He snorted. Like his life was any better when he was awake?

Fifteen minutes later, Harry swung the kitchen door open and paused to see he wasn't the only one up. Voldemort's son turned to look at him from his place flicking his lighter open. He raised an eyebrow.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Harry asked as he walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of butterbeer.

John shrugged. "Bobby usually drags me down at this time of night so he can raid the freezer for ice-cream."

"Bobby?"

"Roommate…ice to my fire and all that shit," John explained while he watched Harry chug down his drink. "That works better when there's actual alcohol involved."

Harry smiled. "Nah, just thirsty," he responded.

"You're dripping all over the fucking floor. Anyone who throws themselves in a shower fully clothed can use a real drink," he snarked. Harry had forgotten that he was wet. He shrugged and took a seat across from John, watching him curiously.

"So you're a mutant," he said, "and Voldemort's son. How's that going for you?"

"Another father who wants me dead?" John replied. "Doesn't change much. At least this one has the balls to do it."

Harry watched John continue with his lighter. "So what's your power?"

John smirked. "I control fire. They call me Pyro," he informed Harry before looking at him for a few moments. "So you call my father by his name."

Harry grinned. "Well, I can't exactly say 'So You-Know-Who how's it going' every time he tries to kill me. It's poor manners."

John studied him for a moment. "I like you," he seemed to decide as he stood. "And take that as a compliment. Not many people can say that." With that he walked out of the kitchen.

Strange guy, Harry decided. He didn't even realize he wasn't thinking about his dreams anymore.

"Don't tell me we're still bloody cleaning this room?" Harry begged as he entered the drawing room, diligently ignoring the Black Family Tree.

"Language," Hermione warned. "And no, the cleaning is done." Harry glanced around to see that only she, Ron, and Ginny were in the room.

"So what are we doing then?" he asked taking an empty seat, right next to his ex-girlfriend. He inwardly winced at his decision, but it would be rude to get up.

"What do you think of Pyro?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "I don't actually know him. Why?"

Hermione sighed. "Ronald here thinks he's not to be trusted, citing the fact that he's Voldemort's son as proof."

"You hear the things he says!" Ron said exasperatedly. "He hates Muggles just as much as his father does. Of course he calls them humans," he stressed the last word. "He doesn't even count himself among humanity. He calls himself Pyro for merlin's sake."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione cut in, "That's because he's thinking in scientific terms. Humans are another name for homo-sapien-sapiens. Some scientists specializing in mutants have named mutants homo-sapien-superior, so technically speaking they would not be 'human.' That is of course disregarding the debate on what makes us human. For example, would a Neanderthal be considered human?"

Ron opened his mouth to either continue his previous thought or to answer the question posed (though Harry doubted it), only to have his sister cut him off. "Come on Ron, he's not that bad," she said seriously. "He hasn't done anything wrong."

"You only say that because you think he's good looking," Ron said annoyed. That explained the looks she kept sending at John, Harry thought. "Plus he hasn't done anything wrong yet. And you see the way he plays with his mutation. The guy's a nutcase. Harry what do you think?"

He shrugged. "Well, obviously he's not the good guy of the year, but he's not looking to join Voldemort either. The worst that could be said is that he may remain neutral."

And as was the case when one tried to have a secret conversation in a house full of too many people, their subject walked in. Harry paused and all four looked at him.

"What?" he asked.

Ginny shrugged. "Well, we were just talking about what side we think you'll take in the war," she said as if they were talking about the weather. "Harry thinks you'll be neutral."

"Do I really come off as a neutral kind of guy?"

The four wizards exchanged glances. "Don't look at me," Ron said. "I say he's evil." Hermione looked as if she was going to hit him before she instead turned to John.

"Well, I honestly don't think you'll fight for someone who wants your kind dead," she said.

"Plus you don't strike me as either a mass murderer or a hero. That leaves neutral," Harry added.

"Well, obviously, I don't want my kind dead" John scoffed. "I may have loose morals but they're not that loose." He walked over, smirk on his face, and sat down on the window ledge not too far from Harry. "As for murderer versus hero, there's a lot of space between the two. Shades of grey. I flourish in shades of grey." He studied Harry for a minute. "You and your buddies on the other hand fit perfectly into the White Hat category."

"White Hat?" Harry asked.

John rolled his eyes. "Good guys. Wizard X-men or something. You remind me of Bobby." It didn't sound like a good thing.

"Isn't Bobby the…what was it again?" Harry paused. "The ice to your fire."

"And a fucking martyr," John included helpfully. "White Hat that he is, he doesn't recognize his power over humans. We are better than them. I can agree with daddy dearest on that. But would I ever put a wizard above myself? No. I'm evolution. You guys are just the same old."

"A bit cocky, aren't you?" Harry looked at the other boy curiously.

"I think cocky son-of-a-bitch is the wording you're looking for," he took a seat next to Harry. He flicked his lighter and formed a fire ball and seemed intoxicated with the thing. "To hold power in the palm of your hand? There's nothing like it." He turned his eyes to Harry's. "They say you're the only thing standing between my father and world domination. Don't tell me that kind of power doesn't make you feel good." John moved the flames closer to him. It singed the hair of his arm a bit but he like that little touch of pain, just as the burning hot showers soothed him.

"No," Harry finally said as his friends looked on. "It makes me responsible. It won't feel good until Voldemort's dead and even then too much has been lost."

"But isn't that war?" John asked, snuffing the flame out. "Survival of the fittest. It's all about power."

"There is no good or evil. Only power and those too weak to see it," Harry repeated the words Voldemort had spoken to him all those years ago.

John looked at Harry. "Hey, you said it." John held his gaze on Harry before leaving, not once turning back.

"Oh my God," Ginny said, turning to look at her brother and Hermione. "Was he just flirting with Harry?"

"Wait, huh?" Harry asked just as Ron spluttered a bit. They exchanged confused glances.

"It looked as if," Hermione agreed. As the boys looked at her incredulously, she sighed, leaning closer to her best friend. "Harry, his eyes were on you the whole time and he was practically whispering in your ear."

"He was talking about power," Ron said. "I don't see how that connects."

"Ron, you've seen the way he is with his power," Ginny said point blank. "It turns him on."

Harry laughed. "Guys you're reading too much into it. That means he was enjoying his power just as he was talking to me." Harry was sure that was it. He wasn't exactly the guy everyone wanted. And the idea of it being another guy? Well, that would be a first.

"Whatever you say, Harry," Ginny said, before walking out of the room. "I'll just go ask him."

"Wait, she's not serious is she?" Harry asked, wondering if he should chase after her. He turned to his two best friends.

"I wouldn't put it past her," Ron replied and Harry groaned.

"Hey, John! Wait up!" Ginny quickly caught up to the boy in question. "What was that about?"

John glanced over at the red-head. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play with me," she rolled her eyes. "I was in that room too. Not that you noticed." She paused studying him for a moment as he waited for her to continue. "You're gay aren't you?"

He laughed as he continued walking down stairs. He paused for a moment and smirked up at her. "Why? You interested? Don't worry. I've been known to make exceptions. It depends on my options."

"Too bad Harry isn't. An option, I mean" Ginny responded pointedly, watching the side of the pyromaniac's head. He turned and grinned at her.

"Oh, I see how it is," his grin made her slightly nervous. "Threatened, princess?"

"Harry loves me," she told him. "The only reason we're not together is that he's trying to protect me. He's noble."

"Don't worry, I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm just looking for a quick fuck. You can have him back after that."

Ginny stopped in her tracks, and gaped after him.