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 Six: Consequences

Moody's death did not bring the same reaction as Dumbledore's, though that was quite expected. However, it did leave McGonagall alone in governing the Order. She was a wonderful witch and even leader, but when it came to war and Voldemort, she hadn't a clue. She felt as if she was fumbling in the dark, but she tried her best to hide it. They could not despair. Failure was not an option.

"Remus? Will you stay?" she asked as the meeting cleared out. Members left quickly these days, eager to spend the little time they could with their families. Remus approached her, looking tired and about ready to pass out. The full moon was approaching.

"Yes," he responded as politely as ever. He was always a polite boy. McGonagall had a brief flash back to a scrawny eleven year old boy apologizing from behind two shameless boys. She felt a pang in her chest. So much loss. McGonagall thanked whatever power existed for Tonks. She didn't know how Remus would have gotten through everything without her.

"I believe we have to move up Potter's induction," she got right to the point, peering at the man through her glasses. Remus had tried to distance himself but he clearly cared for the boy as much as Sirius had.

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know. I just wish we could postpone this until he was seventeen. Not that it would make much of a difference."

"The fact of the matter is, he is just as experienced as some of our members," she added. "He also spent the better part of last year with Dumbledore."

"He claims he didn't learn any spells."

"I believe that is something Albus could trust him to do on his own," she sighed, wondering how to phrase what would come next. "I think…almost know really…he was training Harry to replace him."

Remus considered this. "I figured Harry would be the one to finally face Voldemort."

"I don't mean in just that way. In a few months, I won't be leading this Order."

Her ex-student nodded. "Harry will."

"I wish it were anything but. He's so young. When you, Sirius, Lily, James, and Pettigrew had joined the Order, you were young too. But we could afford to protect you, if not just a little bit."

Remus smiled slightly. "That never went well with James and Sirius. Lily and James survived Voldemort three times before that night. They couldn't sit out. Neither can Harry. And he wouldn't want to." He turned to leave, knowing that the purpose of the conversation had been reached. However, he rethought it. Remus turned back around.

"Have you noticed how much time he's been spending with John?" he asked moving to take a seat. He needed someone to think this out with. No matter how much he loved Tonks, she did see Harry the hero more often than Harry the boy.

McGonagall looked up from where she had been reading a letter. "Yes, I had actually. But as Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger have been getting closer, I'm not surprised. Harry needs someone his own age to socialize with. Given the past nature of his and Miss Weasley's relationship, that leaves only Pyro."

Remus sighed, considering how to phrase this. "It's different though isn't it? They're always going off alone together, even when Ron and Hermione are around."

It didn't take much for McGonagall to catch on to what he was suggesting. Though many of her students would doubt she was up on the times, she knew, maybe not as well as Dumbledore, exactly what went on in the castle. Even the wizarding world's general nonacceptance of premarital sex or any relations really that could not produce an heir stopped a school of teenagers from getting up to all sorts of things, some more clandestine than others. "No, not Potter," she said, dismissing it immediately. "You've seen him and Ms. Weasley together. He was clearly infatuated with her."

Remus looked unconvinced. "It is possible that, as the Muggles say, he swings both ways. Even I have to exact self control when Fleur walks by, but Harry basically ignores her."

"Even if," she said slowly, wondering not for the first time about the muggle way of life, "he swung both ways as you so cleverly put it, St. John Allerdyce? He's a criminal in the making."

He smiled, "Well Harry's never exactly been the most rule-abiding of boys. I don't think John's…er… behavior would hold him back."

"The boy is just too much like his father, Allerdyce I mean," she contemplated. "Did you know I attended Hogwarts with Tom Riddle? My first year?" Remus shook his head. "Well, there was no doubt he was smart. Many admired him, even those in the other houses. He was good at hiding his intentions, but there was always this anger about him. His son has the same anger. The same sense of superiority. He's as in love with power as his father ever was."

"And Harry's tired of being the one with…issues," Remus argued. "I see it every day. He won't talk to Hermione or Ron about it because he doesn't want to bother them. What if, in his mind, Harry thinks John is the only one just as screwed up as him. I care for the boy deeply, but we can't say his upbringing or this stupid war hasn't affected him. I'm waiting for him to snap. He holds too much inside."

"Who's to say he hasn't snapped on occasion already? Do you know what Albus told me after Sirius's death? Potter destroyed his office, yelling and screaming. But he has no idea his power. It wasn't just him physically throwing things around, but his magic as well. Potter never even noticed."

"Should we be worried?"

McGonagall paused. "We won't know until the time comes. And if something is going on between him and Pyro…I think we should be even more worried."

It definitely was nothing like kissing Cho or Ginny. He still claimed the only thing he could use to describe his kiss with Cho was wet. Ginny was sometimes forceful, like she thought he would change his mind, then she'd get shy like she just remembered he was the kid she had a crush on for years.

John on the other hand…he was just good. With girls Harry always felt like he should be careful or something or not push too hard. Of course, Ginny seemed to want to go farther but he couldn't help but think of her as Ron's little sister. If that wasn't something to stop him in his tracks then what was?

John had this way of coaxing his tongue out. He even bit a little. Ginny tried that once and he nearly jumped out of his skin, but the way John did it just made him push against him harder. It's funny that he was thinking about differences in kissing style. He figured it should bother him at least a little bit that the biggest difference was gender. He was kissing a guy and he didn't care. Maybe it was because so much else was going on that it just didn't matter what reproductive organs a person had. When he thought about it, he did remember a little too much about Cedric's good looks, how fit he was, his hair. He just figured he was sizing up his competition. Maybe it was. Retrospection had a way of turning his mind against him. Of course, he couldn't think about that too long. He still had nightmares about Cedric's death.

At this point, Harry pulled away from John and turned his head. "Not having second thoughts are you?" John asked, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "We haven't even gotten to anything you could regret."

"No it's not that," Harry responded. "Just thought of something." He watched John flick open his lighter and form a fireball in the cup of his hand. Clearly he wasn't interested. But Harry wasn't exactly here thinking that John would be the talking type.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Not at all," John responded, eyes locked on the flame before his eyes turned to Harry. "Here, let me do something. Hold out your hand."

Harry did so, though hesitantly. He didn't exactly fully trust John. John turned his hand over and the flame floated just below it, between Harry's hand and his. He moved the fire closer to Harry's hand before moving his away completely. Harry eyed the flame. It hurt a little but only slightly.

"Does it burn?" John asked curiously. "I've only ever done this with Bobby and his mutation kinda protects him."

Harry looked back at John. "A little, but I like it."

John grinned at him before putting out the fire and kissing him thoroughly, pushing him down onto the bed, running his hand under Harry's shirt. Harry squirmed. John pulled away, biting his own lip. "Too much?" he asked.

"Yeah, a bit." Harry felt bad about this but he didn't think he was ready for whatever John had in mind. John sighed but re-initiated the kiss, keeping his hands over Harry's shirt.