A Broken Melody
Hermione's POV
Sirius and Remus were telling us about the time they turned everybody into rainbows, even James, apparently he had woken them up in rude ways that morning. They were just telling us about Lily cursing them, both verbally and magically, when I caught a strong feeling of panic and worry from Fred. You see, I was tuned into all of my friends, making it easy to catch their thoughts when they were emotionally distressed. And Fred was definitely stressed as was George. Dropping my head, I gazed unseeingly at the table as I focused on Fred's mind to find where they were.
"Hermione, what wrong?" Harry asked me, concerned, putting a hand on my shoulder, smiling briefly at him to ease his worries; I held up a finger to signal for him to give me a second before diving into Fred's mind seamlessly, shifting through his more recent memories to find the one I was looking for. And… bingo.
[Memory]
Fred and George were sitting at the table with their family having dinner, they were talking about their shop when Fred, who talks with his hands, flicked his fingers, causing the table to blow up, sending fragments everywhere, one in particular went flying at Ginny, causing George to frantically repeat the same hand movement as his twin, the fragment freezing before it could hit and seriously injure the petite red-head who was trembling and staring wide-eyed at the large wooden piece that had almost skewered her. Pale and shaking, Ginny looked over at her shell-shocked twin brothers and smiled thankfully at them before pulling George into a bone-crushing hug and grabbing Fred's hand, squeezing it comfortingly to show that she didn't blame him, she could tell that he felt guilty and was probably beating himself up right now, making him smile at her gratefully, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
"Oh! Oh-oh my Merlin! They're mutants! You're freakish mutants! This can't be happening, not my sons! I have to call Dumbledore, he'll fix you! Make sure you don't hurt anyone, he will!" Molly ranted, getting a crazed glint in her eyes as she pulled on her hair tightly, pacing back and forth, shooting disgusted looks at the twins as she yanked Ron away from them, mumbling something about not wanting him to get infected, making the twins flinch back with hurt looks.
"What are you talking about?! Have you gone completely insane?! You can't do that, they're your sons and he'll kill them!" Ginny shouted at her, shooting up from her seat furiously as she glared at her mother, blue eyes flashing dangerously.
"Ginny's right, you can't do that!" Charlie exclaimed, moving to stand by his brothers and sister as Bill did the same, both of them giving their mother shocked looks, they couldn't believe how she was acting, who was this woman?
"I can and I will! They are not my sons anymore! And this is not up for discussion! Now, you three get away from them before they contaminate you!" Molly ordered before shuffling off to the fire place to floo Dumbledore, Ron trailing behind her. Realizing what she was going to do, they all darted outside quickly, running past the wards, the brothers grabbed Ginny and apparated out of there, their mothers infuriated shriek ringing in their ears.
[End Memory]
Shaking my head, I snapped out of it and looked up, gasping at the worried faces crowding my personal space, seriously, it was a little hard to breath, they were that close. How long had I been out of it? They all seemed really concerned. Looking at all of them, I felt my heart warm at their concern for me, wanting to ease their worries a bit; I smiled reassuringly which seemed to make them relax a little.
"Granger, what's going on?" Draco asked, trying to hide his concern which I found sweet
"Fred and George found out they're mutants and Molly freaked out. Ginny, Bill, and Charlie backed them up but they couldn't get her so see sense and she went to call Dumbledore so they left. Now they're in some ratty motel called The Blue Rose." I informed them, watching their reactions, besides Harry, none of them seemed particularly shocked that Molly had turned on her sons just because they were different, shaking my head at the thought, how does a mother betray her children like that, I turned to Tonks. "Do you think you could shift into something inconspicuous and go get them? They're terrified and lost and have no idea what to do or where to go."
"Yeah, sure, definitely, I'll go right now. Do you know what room there in?" Tonks asked, shifting her hair to a dull brown color that now mirrored her eyes
"129. Oh, and when you get there, use the word hedgehog." I told her, shrugging at the weird looks they sent me, "It's our codeword, it'll tell them I sent you so they don't run." They nodded in understanding, dropping the weird looks, and, after thanking me for the information, Tonks left to go get them, leaving us in an awkward silence as Harry and I worried about our friends.
"So anyone up for some fire whiskey?" Sirius asked us with a boyish grin, trying to lighten the mood
"No fire whiskey Sirius!" Remus scolded his best friend, ignoring his pout
"But-"
"No!"
"But-"
"No!"
No One's POV
The X-men and the Brotherhood walked down the road, not that far from Grimmauld Place, trying to decide where they should start looking for Hermione, when the popping sound of apparation interrupted them. Dumbledore and his minions stood in front of the small group, making the Brotherhood and Logan tense up, there was something wrong with this guy and they knew it.
"Albus, how great to see you again." Charles said, joyfully, thinking he couldn't possibly be one of the wizards that hated them. Oh how wrong he was. Just another thing for Erik to gloat about.
"You dare come into our world?! You scum!" Albus shouted, outraged as several other minions apparated in and suddenly the X-Men and Brotherhood were severely out numbered.
I don't want to spoil anything but…
This was not good.
Hermione's POV
Sirius and Remus were telling us about Lily's minor areokinesis abilities, making Harry beam at their similarities, which made me happy, the kid really needed some happiness in his life and I was glad he was finally getting it. Laughing at the story of Lily blasting James into the lake, I sat up when I felt a familiar mind prickling against mine, getting a bad feeling in the pit of my gut, I concentrated on my Uncle, creeping gently into his mind, and saw through his eyes that Dumbledore and his minions had him and my Grandfather cornered. Oh no, that's not happening. I had already lost my parents to that old goat, I wasn't losing anybody else.
Jumping up, I ignored the questions from everybody and darted out of the house, pumping my legs as fast as they could go. I had to get there in time, it wasn't that far, I could do it… I had to, I couldn't lose anyone else. As my desperation rose, I cast aside my fears and decided to try a move that I had only seen my mother do a few times before, using my Telekinesis, I floated off the ground and hesitantly took to the sky, hoping I wouldn't plummet to my death, and the next thing I knew I was facing Dumbledore who looked shocked at my dramatic entrance.
Feeling an overwhelming rage, I sent a blast of scarlet energy at the opposing side, sending half of them flying back, I could hear the crack of their heads as they hit one of the buildings behind them, pushing aside the fact that I had just killed people, I focused on the other half that had shielded themselves, Dumbledore being one of them. Damn it! Didn't he know I was trying to kill him? Why couldn't he just stay still?!
Pushing themselves up, they started shooting killing curses at us, looking very angry. Gee, I wonder why? A red-head behind me deflected the curses back at them, I made a note to thank her later. Lifting my hand, I watched as the familiar scarlet mist made its way over to them, turning their eyes red, as I made them see each other as Death Eaters, making them turn on each other. Realizing he was losing, Dumbledore shot Fiendfyre at us, snapping my hands up, I conjured a scarlet shield to hold it off, ignoring the slight shaking of my hands, I started pushing it back. Switching over to my Hypnosis, I reached out my mind and made them see Dumbledore as Voldemort. Okay, maybe that was too much considering I haven't had Telekinesis very long. My nose started bleeding, my arms started shaking uncontrollably and my legs gave out briefly. Yeah, okay, definitely too much, I am not my mother. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered my Grandfather yelling at someone called 'Pyro' to help me, I didn't know what he meant until I felt someone helping me with the fire. Well, that explained the name, Pyro. Thanks to his help, I was able to shake off my exhaustion for a moment and gather all my power together. As black crept around my vision, I used the last bit of my strength to fling the fire back at all of them, burning all of them to a crisp… except Dumbledore who apparated away. Damn it! Why won't that guy die already?! I'm starting to understand how Voldemort feels! And that is never a good thing! With that I crumpled to the ground, opening my eyes when someone caught me before I could hit the ground, I saw my uncle staring down at me with a worried expression.
"Hey Uncle Pietro." I slurred tiredly, giving him a lazy smile before yawning, "Night-night." Everything went black as my eyes fluttered shut, my head lolling onto my shoulder.
No One's POV
At the distinct sound of apparation, the mutants tensed up and crowded closer to Hermione, ready to fight off any idiot that tried to hurt her. Seeing Hermione passed out in the arms of a stranger, Harry and Draco broke out in a run towards her, only skidding to a halt when Logan popped out his claws threateningly, stopping, they gripped their wands tightly, glaring at the group.
"What did you do to her?!" Harry accused them loudly, staring protectively at Hermione as the wind blew harshly around them, sending the mutants stumbling back a little but caressing Hermione gently.
"We haven't done anything to her. You people however have." Erik told him, anger coating his voice as he alternated between glaring at the wizards and watching over his granddaughter. Finally catching up to them, Sirius slowed to a jog as he came up beside his godson, recognition dawning on his face when he saw the mutants.
"Erik? Pietro? What are you two doing here?" Sirius questioned, smiling at the familiar faces as he bent down next Hermione, looking her over.
"Sirius? Nice to see you again. You're looking… uh." Pietro trailed off, an awkward look coming over his face as he floundered over what to say
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I look like shit." Sirius finished for him, waving off the awkwardness, grimacing at how true that statement was, "Now, what happened to Hermione?" He brought a hand up to her nose and gently wiped the blood off, frowning at how pale she was.
"She seems to have over exerted herself. How long has she had Telekinesis?" Jean asked, checking her over, trying not to snap at the amount of people crowding her.
"Uh, not long, I don't think. Why?" Sirius questioned, running a hand through Hermione's hair, twirling one of the darker red curls around his finger
"Well, it would explain why it tired her more than the Hypnosis, especially the flying." Jean explained, standing up and brushing the dust off her clothes
"Yeah, flying, she's never done that before." Sirius uttered, shaking his head, shocked at how powerful this girl was, although he really shouldn't be, Hermione had always excelled in everything she did, why would this be any different? Rolling his eyes at himself, Sirius turned to the father and son duo, "You didn't answer my question before, why are you guys here?"
"Well, a couple of hours ago, I received an illusion, as I'm sure you remember, that was one of Wanda's specialties. She told me that she had gone after the wizards that killed her husband and asked us to find Anya and take care of her." Erik told him with sadness in his voice as he looked down at his teenage granddaughter, she was so grown up, the last time he had saw her she had been a tiny seven year-old, still going by her real name, to think that he had lost out on watching her grow up because of… not going there.
"Her husband? She's married, she has a husband? Or had, I guess. He got killed? Oh God, I'm.. I'm so sorry." Sirius said, fisting his hair as he stared down at the ground, Wanda was married. Wait, had he mentioned Anya? "Anya. Did you find her? And what does Hermione have to do with all of this?"
"Hermione is Anya, Sirius." Pietro told the man, looking at him with pitying eyes, this couldn't be easy for him, finding out Wanda had gotten married, finding Anya again after all these years, and then finding out Hermione, a girl he obviously knows, is actually Anya, it couldn't be easy.
"Hermione is Anya? Hermione is Anya? Hermione Granger is Anya Maximoff? Anya as in, Wanda's daughter, Anya? Anya as in… as in… oh Merlin." Sirius muttered, jerkily, gaping at Hermione with wide eyes before passing out.
"Great, he fainted. I am never letting him forget this." Remus said, rolling his eyes before looking at the mutants, "Well, obviously you know both Sirius and Hermione so, uh, why don't you come back to the house so we can talk and get Hermione and Sleeping Beauty here a bed?"
"That would be great, thank you ." Charles accepted, seeing that Erik was occupied with Hermione… or was that Anya? Pietro stood up, Hermione cradled comfortably in his arms, while Victor slung Sirius over his shoulder, and with that they all set out down the street, Remus hoping they would make it back before Tonks, not only did he not want her worrying, it wasn't good for her, especially in her condition, but he also had a feeling that if the Weasley's didn't see Hermione when they got there, that they would run.
They were all sitting in the living room, mutants and wizards alike, listening to Harry retell his and Hermione's adventures over the years, causing Erik to almost have a heart attack. This is the life that Wanda thought was safer? Three headed dogs, trolls, basilisks, dementors, and God knows what else! This was supposed to be safer?! Had she known how much trouble her daughter was getting into? Around the time travel part, Jean went upstairs to check on Hermione. At the sound of a loud crash, they all ran upstairs to see what was going on and found Hermione awake and looking ready to fight and Jean sprawled on the floor, rubbing her head.
"Do you throw everybody who asks if you're alright into a wall?" Jean asked her, scowling slightly as she pushed herself up, dusting her clothes off
"You were hovering over me, it freaked me out!" Hermione defended herself, shrugging, "Who are you anyway?"
"She's an X-men, meine Liebe." Erik informed her, smiling at how powerful she was, it wasn't easy to throw around Jean Grey. Hearing the familiar voice, Hermione froze before slowly turning around, breaking out into a beautiful smile when she saw him.
"Dziadek!" Hermione exclaimed, pretty whiskey eyes lighting up as she bolted over to him.
Hermione's POV
"Dziadek!" I exclaimed as I ran over to him, jumping into his arms and laughing as he swung me around like when I was a little girl, "Oh, it's so good to see you again! I've missed you so much!"
"What am I? Chop liver?" Hearing a familiar thick Sokovian accented voice quip from the doorway, I whirled around, smile widening at the sight of my platinum blonde Uncle and quickly ran to give him a hug as well, giggling when he blew a raspberry on my neck, keeping an arm around his waist, I turned back to my grandfather, taking him in, I raised an eyebrow at the monstrosity on top of his head.
"What's with the dorky helmet, Grandfather?" I questioned, laughing lightly at the sight of the thing, hearing someone laughing with me, I looked over my shoulder to see a cute blonde guy leaning against the doorway, flicking a lighter in his hand, seeing me looking at him, he smirked and gave me a once over, making me roll my eyes as I turned back to my grandfather.
"It's too keep nosy telepaths like you and your mother out of my head, my dear." He told me, smirking teasingly at me, which I replied to by sticking my tongue out at him, smiling at the snort behind me.
"That's a nice concept, ambitious really, but you do realize it doesn't work, right?" I inquired, curiously, watching as his eyes widened and he tilted his head, confused.
"Why would you think that?" He questioned, looking at me with wondering eyes
"Because this nosy telepath can still get in your head." I projected smugly, smirking as his eyes widened even more and he looked at me with consideration.
"What do you know, she's more powerful then you, Charles." He remarked, turning to talk to the man I used to call Uncle Professor as I turned to the girl I had kicked into a wall, feeling guilty. After all, she had only been trying to help me and I had kicked her, that hadn't been very nice of me.
"I'm very sorry about throwing you into a wall, I really didn't mean to, but you startled me and I don't do very well with surprises." I apologized to the telekinetic red-head, sheepishly, before reaching out with my mind, "Thank you for your help before. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead." Smiling at me warmly, she nodded in acceptance, squeezing my shoulder when she walked past.
"Yeah, try being on the receiving end of her stinging hexes." I heard Fred say, making my eyes widen as I spun around to see him, George and Sirius standing at the door.
"Don't do well? I'm still getting over that bloody Petrificus Totalus!" George said at the same time, winking at me to show there was no hard feelings
"I'm still aching from that stupid Furnunculus." Draco put in, popping his head into the room to smirk at me but I could see the relief in his eyes.
"It's good to see you're all right Hermione." Sirius told me, smirking with relief evident but there was something else in the way he was looking at me, "I'm greatly enjoying hearing of your exploits. Good first choice of target, may I say."
"Thanks." I said, smirking back at him, trying to figure out what that look meant
"Yes, we've heard you've been busy." Grandpa told me severely, whirling around to give me the Glare of Doom. Oh yeah, it's so scary it deserves capital letters. Cue menacing music.
"Oh… bugger."
Please review. I do not own Harry Potter, X-Men or Jane The Virgin.
I really hope I got the translations at least semi-right, if I didn't then I am so sorry but blame Google Translate because I'm 16, have only been to one other place besides where I was born, and only speak English so if anything is wrong it is all Google Translates fault.
Polish:
Dziadek - Grandfather.
I'm going to have Hermione have one more power, what do you think it should be? Review and tell me.
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