Title: Harry Potter and the Horcruxes' Quest

Genre: slight AU, crossover (HP/X-men), slash

Characters: Harry/Scott, cast

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine; they belong to their respective creators

Summary: After OotP, Harry decides to run away in order to train to be ready to face Voldemort. He goes to find the one person he trusted as a child: Scott Summer. Sparks fly. Spoilers for HBP and DH.

Note: Many thanks to Aoife, the wonderful beta that corrected my mistakes! If some are left, they are mine and mine only.

Thanks to all of those who reviewed

Chapter 6

If the people at the Institute were slightly curious about the reason he was suddenly spending so much time by himself in his room, using a spell to lock it up and another one to prevent the mutant from using their own powers to make their way inside, they didn't bother him about it all that much.

The kids had asked him, of course. He would have done the same if the situation had been reversed and, to be honest, he had found himself into that kind of situations more time that he cared to count when he had been in Hogwarts and god knew the lengths to which he had gone to find out what the secrets being kept from him were.

He had settled on answering with a half-truth. What he had told them was that he was doing something that required a great deal of concentration and research, which was why he had to spend so much time alone. He had also sworn to them that, not only it wasn't dangerous, which was mostly true, but also that he would tell them what it was as soon as he had finished, even if it was probably going to take a lot of time.

The one danger that could possibly be was that he could make a mistake and end up with his potion exploding in his face. But that wasn't going to happen because he wasn't as bad in potions as he had made it out to be. He had simply given up on the idea of doing anything in class because, no matter what, he knew that Snape would have made to only give him a barely passing grade. It didn't matter to Harry; the most important was that he could handle making potions in the real world, not in a classroom.

What he was trying to do, at the moment, was a potion that would repair the damage that had taken away Scott's control of his power and, by extension, Rogue's. Of course, the best thing would be for it to be permanent but that was the hardest part, which was why he had decided to first do a short-term one. Once he found the right formula, which he didn't think should be very complicated, he would work on the permanent factor and how he should alter his recipe to make it true.

He knew that he was almost there, medical potions being his strong suit. That particular development wouldn't have surprised most of the people who knew him because, with his habit of getting hurt just about once every two months, it stood to reason that he would be an expert in remedies.

Adding the last ingredient, he stirred and waited for the liquid to take an almost violet shade of blue. Once it was finished, he took one of the various potion books he had bought when he had gone to the American equivalent of Diagon Alley and lost himself in it, looking for any hints about the answer he was looking for. Exactly one hour later, he put the book aside, turned off the Bunsen – and wasn't it great that potions didn't react badly to a fire lit up the muggle way? – and let the potion rest long enough for it not to burn him before filling up numerous vials with the still steaming liquid.



He had to be able to experiment diverse things on it in order to find out how to make it in its final form and he really didn't want to have to brew a few more batches. It was long enough to make it once, without having to do it several times.

He barely had the time to clean up the mess in the room when what sounded like an alarm began to scream. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin but was able to regain his wits soon enough. He rapidly put an unbreakable charm on the vials and, taking his wand, ran out of his room to find out what the hell was going on.

As he left the room, the first thing he saw were the older students helping the younger ones to get out of their own rooms to what seemed to be a hidden passage. He wasn't sure where it led but he was certain it was a safe place. On the other hand, since the students that were part of the X-Men group weren't leaving after them but running the other way, Harry gathered that it wasn't anything like a fire but more likely an attack.

Without wasting any time, he ran up until he was able to catch up with Bobby.

"What's going on?"

"Magneto's attacking the school," the young mutant said and Harry understood at once that he was talking to Iceman and not Bobby. "You should go with the younger's; it's not your fight but ours."

"Scott will be there?" Harry asked, looking at his friend in the eyes, even though he already knew the answer to that question.

"Yeah," Iceman said, frowning.

"Then it's my fight, too," Harry stated with determination. "I'm coming."

Bobby's eyes widened. Harry may not have said it out loud, but the implications were clear as crystal in his voice. Iceman didn't have any time to reply before Rogue arrived, having just heard the last sentence Harry had uttered.

"Alright, come on!" she said.

She may have been worried about the fact that her newfound friend was going to put himself in danger but she was not stupid enough not to know that his help would not only be most appreciable but also very useful. His powers were strong and he had a very good amount of control over them. It was certain that Magneto wouldn't expect him and it may very well be what was going to save them all.

Shadowcat and Nightcrawler had already arrived when they stepped inside the control room where the X-Men were already reunited. None of them were really surprised by Harry's presence, having been told about some of the things that had happened to him during his stay in the Wizarding world and the kind of adventures he had willingly taken part in in the past. Of course, it didn't mean that Scott was very happy to see his young friend there.

He looked at Harry and the young wizard held on the stare, not lowering his eyes, even though looking right into the red visor was kind of unnerving. Nevertheless, he had to show Scott that he wasn't going to budge and that there was nothing he could do to make him go away and hide while they were fighting against their enemy. Scott, even if not pleased, nodded imperceptibly and Harry smiled, as if too reassure him that he was going to be okay.

Cyclops rapidly laid out the plan, telling everyone what they were supposed to do and, soon, everyone was ready to defend the mansion. Harry had heard all about that Magneto guy and who his 

allies were before; he began to think about how he could fight them, using their own weakness. His powers let him a larger margin of action than the X-Men ones did but, on the other hand, he had to be careful about how exactly he would go with it. He couldn't afford to reveal the Wizarding world; he had to be taken for a mutant and nothing else.

It turned out that the attack wasn't going as Harry had expected. Maybe he was more used to the unadulterated violence employed by the death-eaters during their own attacks, but the fight against Magneto was more of a passive-aggressive nature than anything else. First, there had been no sudden attack coming at them, but the metal-controlling man had begun to talk with Xavier. They seemed to know each other quite well.

Kitty must have seen his bewildered face because she leant into him and murmured into his ears that the two men had once been very good friends before Magneto's way of managing the human's opinion of mutants had totally changed. Harry just nodded, silently thanking her for the background insight.

Then Magneto turned to him with an eyebrow raised before reporting his attention to Scott.

"Well, Cyclops, you seem to have gained a new member for your little team. What's your name, boy?"

Harry seethed. If there was something he hated more than anything, it was to be called by that name; it always reminded him of his uncle. That had been the reason he had ordered Logan to never call him that and, thankfully, the feral had done so, keeping on calling him kid instead. That didn't bother him too much. He may not have liked being thought of as a kid but Logan only called him that and never treated him like one. Harry supposed it was probably something about him being so old and was more an endearment than anything.

"You can call me Green-Eyes," Harry said, not wanting to give his real name but knowing that Magneto wasn't expecting him to, seeing that he called the X-men by their codename.

Harry had decided to keep the nickname Scott had picked up when they were both kid. It wasn't all that bad, especially considering some of the nickname he had had at Hogwarts and he liked it just fine. He wouldn't mind being known under that name.

"Most of your little friends have codenames related to their powers. And you, you have one related to your appearance?" Magneto stated, almost disappointed.

"What can I say, I like to keep people guessing," Harry answered flippantly as he felt Scott tense at his side, probably because of his carelessness in such a situation.

He knew that he was supposed to be at least a little bit worried, like his friends, but at the moment he just couldn't bring himself to be. He was feeling thrilled to finally have some action, even though he remembered wishing to have a calm year every time he went back to Hogwarts. But he didn't fear Magneto. He didn't think he was there to cause too much damages. If Harry had to venture a guess, he would say that the only reason the man was there was that he had heard that someone new was staying at the mansion and had wanted to see by himself who it was. The little chit-chat he had had with Xavier had been a little distraction before revealing his true motives.

Magneto laughed out loud when he heard Harry's answer and it was so different than with Voldemort or his followers that Harry nearly did a double-take. Usually, when Voldemort laughed at his bravado, it was very clear that he was mocking him. Magneto, on the contrary, almost seemed sincere, amused, as if Harry had told a really good joke.



However, Harry knew that Magneto wouldn't leave before learning what his power was, so he prepared himself for an attack, an attack that would probably be sent right in his direction. He already knew what he would show. His ability to apparate was close enough to some mutant power and he would be able to do it without having to use his wand, no matter what distance he had to cross.

He hadn't been wrong and, not even ten seconds later, he had to disappear from where he was to find himself at the other side of Kitty. A few of the X-Men reiterated but their attacks were easily avoided by Magneto who just smirked, as if he had obtained exactly what he wanted and, without losing any time, not wanting to find himself the target of too much attacks, he chose to go away with his team.

"It was strange, ja?" Kurt asked after Magneto's departure. "Why leaving so soon, not attacking?"

While Kitty and Bobby were showing their agreement with Kurt's statement, most of the others had already understood what it had been about.

"No Kurt," Harry said, shaking his head, smiling ruefully. "He probably wanted to know what my power was. He thinks he knows, now. That mean I was able to pass for a mutant."

The Professor spoke up as soon as Harry finished, confirming what the young wizard had said, before sending everyone to bed, telling them to go and fetch the youngest first and reassure them that the danger had passed. It hadn't been an attack per se, only a recognition mission.

While everyone was getting back to their own rooms, letting the Professor worry about the implication of Magneto wanting to know what kind of power their new friend possessed, Scott dragged Harry up to his room, fully intending to talk to his young friend.

Once the door closed, Scott turned to face Harry, fury written on his face.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked in a deceptively calm voice, while Harry could see the anger etched in each of his features.

"Look, I know you don't want me in danger and I can understand that, but you have to understand that I can handle things like that, at the same title than Bobby, Rogue or Kitty. I don't see you berating them."

He knew that he was losing his calm but he just couldn't stand being treated like a kid who didn't know what he was doing and to have Scott, Scott of all people, doing it just made him so mad.

"They are X-Men!" he exclaimed as if it explained everything. "But okay, you coming with us, okay. But talking like that with Magneto, as if you were at a picnic, almost baiting him, was totally-"

Harry cut him off with his own lips. He didn't know why he did it, not after promising himself that he would wait for a while before trying to make a move on Scott, but he had wanted to stop his lecture and, at the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Except that Scott wasn't responding and that wasn't good at all. He tried one last thing and ran his tongue on Scott's lips.

Scott, for his part, was stunned when he realized that Harry was kissing him and didn't know how to react. His conscience was battling with his heart, trying to get him to distance himself from the young man, but even as he was going to do that, he felt Harry's tongue on his lips and, surrendering, he granted him entrance and soon lost himself in the kiss.



The kiss was heated, passionate and, too soon for both their liking, Harry broke it. Once he had his mind back, Scott was going to apologize but Harry didn't let him the time to do so and pressed him to get out of the room.

"My room, come with me," Harry said, still trying to get his breathing back from the recent lack of oxygen.

Scott didn't understand why but he made no move to try and resist as Harry dragged him into his own room, thankful that no student lingered in the hall, before closing the door behind him and putting a charm on it. He was going to ask about it when he was handed a vial containing a blue-violet liquid and he watched it before looking at Harry curiously.

"Drink it. The effects will only last for an hour but… I'm working on a permanent version. Just drink it…"

Harry hadn't wanted to give it to Scott before having perfected the final version but he needed to see his eyes, needed to see the emotions in them and be able to know if it was really what Scott wanted. He needed to be sure.

Scott drank the potion without asking any question but Harry knew that he had absolutely no idea about what it was that he had just ingested. The knowledge that Scott trusted him enough to do so warmed his heard and he smiled before pushing his friend so he would be sitting on his bed.

"Harry, what?"

Harry didn't answer but he took off Scott's visor. The mutant just had time to close his eyes before it was off.

"Open your eyes," Harry ordered gently, sitting beside him and turning so they would be face to face.

"What? No! Harry, I can't!"

Harry couldn't be serious. He couldn't open his eyes, not without risking giving the mansion another sunroof. Harry should know that better than anyone else; he had seen how destructive his power was.

Harry took Scott's face in his hand, tracing slightly his cheek with his fingertips, and approached his own face so close that Scott could actually feel Harry's breathing on his lips.

"Yes, you can. Scott, trust me," Harry murmured and there was no saying no to him.

Slowly, scared to death that he was going to kill Harry because, seeing how close the younger man was, that was what would happen, he opened his eyes and found himself looking into two emerald pearls, without any red laser escaping.

Harry smiled as he was finally able to see the blue eyes again and he traced Scott's lips, not evading his soft glaze. What he saw inside was everything he had hoped for and more. There was of course awe at being able to see without ruby glasses but also deep caring, something akin to love, and lust that was dilating his pupils, vestige of their previously shared kiss.

"God, I had forgotten how green your eyes were," Scott murmured, still in awe. "Thank you, Harry, thank you so much."

"I promise I'll find a way to make the effect permanent," he swore. "For you and for Rogue."



As soon as that was said, he once again put his lips against Scott's but the mutant pulled back, imperceptibly.

"You're only…"

He didn't need to go any further than that before Harry understood Scott's reluctance to let himself go but that was a worry he could sooth without problems.

"Sixteen is the legal age of consent in the Wizarding world," he said.

The words had barely time to leave Harry's mouth that Scott was kissing him, taking the lead this time around and ravishing his mouth, all the while forcing Harry to lie back on his bed, his body coming to cover the young wizard's.