Fenice Nero (Black Pheonix)
When Voldemort chose Harry's birthday to kidnap him, the stupid bastard forgot one thing; Inheritance. It ripped through him with the force of an explosion, taking half the Death Eaters and Voldemort with him as the black and green flames licked around him...
Over a thousand kilometers of water and nearly thirty years into the past, Professor Charles Xavier awoke with a gasp, gripping his head in a futile effort to block the pain.
"Charles?" The sleep-muddled voice belonged to his lover, Erik Lensherr. "Are you alright?" Erik's soothing hands came up and massaged his temples as he mastered the pain to explain.
"A trio of mutants has become aware of their power. But one of them is a chronopath... A time-traveler, Erik. He's powerful."
"More powerful than the ones we've discovered through you and Cerebro?" Charles shivered at the power he'd felt.
"Yes. The only man is a telempath. The other male is an elemental; though his specialty is similar to yours. He can summon metal from the very air." He felt Erik stiffen against his back. Charles chuckled and reassured his lover. "He's sixteen, blonde, and not my type: too proper."
"Too proper?"
"Mmm, I like my men Polish, with devilishly handsome good looks and only the ability to bend metal whenever he so chooses."
-PoV-
Erik pulled him closer and buried his nose into Charles' hair. He shouldn't have worried; Charles was HIS blue-eyed bunny, ever faithful. Snuggling further under the covers, he fell asleep, assured of his love's loyalty.
There was a panic in the halls the next morning. Three people had been found, smelling faintly of smoke and blood. The first dark-haired male of the trio was shielding the other two with his own body. A protector of the others then. Speaking to him would be best.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Not in London, not in 1996, and definitely not in the clutches of my arch-enemy. It feels safe here." The soft Surrey accent had him turning to Charles.
"It's a school. It's the year 1960 and yes, it is safe here. Erik and I founded this place." A shocking emerald gaze looked up, then back at the blond and black. "No harm will come here; you and your companions may rest easily."
"Harry?"
"Drake, I brought you here? Sev?"
"Another elemental is here and a telepath. Mutants, only... they don't feel like outsiders." The man slurred slightly, blood sliding down his face.
"No, this is a school for mutants. It's Charles' brain-child and we've made this a good place."
"War-War victim..." he coughed before slumping over. The younger dark-haired one, Harry as his companions had stated, sighed lowly and lifted him up off the ground, placing his head in his lap.
"Shhh. Gently now, my cobra." The moment was ruined by Shaun fake coughing. Emerald eyes flashed with a deadly fire before staring at Charles with an intensity that Erik had only felt under the eyes of Schmitt. "You say we are safe. Can you guarantee it?" His lover gave the teen a soft smile before giving him a mental request.
:-Take the children to their rooms, would you? They're exhausted beyond their normal range. Come back and help me.-:
-As you have asked, I will do. Be aware that I ask for you in return...- Charles sighed mentally and gave him the equivalent of a kiss.
:-Go.-:
-Goodbye, my bunny.-
:-Go on!-: He smiled at the blush on his lover's face. :-I love you too.-: Of course he understood; some things were better left to settle.
-PoV-
Harry awoke curled between Severus and Draco on a large bed. He searched the room with his magic before opening the doorway to his newfound power. It swirled about the room, nudged his best friends (and secret love interest when it came to them both) and then vanished behind the mental dam he'd created in his mind. Occluding too late, as Severus had often pointed out in their lessons the year before.
"Your thoughts are loud enough to wake the dead." Right on time. Harry smiled as he tightened his shields to maximum force. "Much better; I see you've locked away your mind for now."
"Yeah-Uh, Drake?" Draco, for the first time, wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged him close.
"Mine." Harry laughed it off, prying Draco's fingers off, accidentally rolling into Severus. Draco whined and reached for him.
