Thank you all for waiting so long for the update. Here's chapter 7
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry potter or the X-men or Peter Petrelli
Author's note: this may get a little confusing. This is from Harry's perspective. the ... means that it switches between the present and past memories of Harry's X-Gen training.
Chapter 7: training
A week later…
Harry stared at the metal cube set a few feet away from him. He had a hand outstretched and was trying to lift the metal cube with Telekinesis. So far, it had just sat there. Peter stood near by.
They were a week into the X-Gen training and so far, Harry was struggling. Peter had taken him to the x-mansion's gym. It was a large room with weight equipment in one corner and tread mills lining a far wall. Weapons, wooden practice ones and real ones were lined up against the wall.
"I don't understand it." said Peter as Harry dropped his hand, sweat pouring into his t-shirt. "You were using your abilities so easily last week. What happened?" Harry shook his head.
"I don't know. The power isn't there." Harry turned to look at Peter. "You had this ability before. How did you learn to control it?" Peter raised an eyebrow as an idea crossed his mind.
"You know what Harry? You may have just given me an idea." Peter walked over to the wall of wooden weapons and grabbed a quarterstaff off the wall. It was a long wooden stick about as tall as Peter. He walked back over to Harry.
"You've been taught to fight with a staff right?" Harry nodded.
"Gambit gave me some lessons."
"Good." Peter lunged forward, smashing the length of the staff into Harry's gut. Harry gasped as all the air in his lungs was forced out in a single "oof!". While he was doubled over, Peter slammed the staff into Harry's back. Harry collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. He glared up at Peter.
"What was that?"
"New training exercise." Peter raised the staff again. Before he could crash it onto Harry's head, Harry sprang up and flipped back, dodging the staff. Peter glanced followed Harry's descent.
"That's good Harry but not what I'm looking for." Peter jabbed the end of the staff into Harry's stomach. Then he smacked Harry on both legs. "Come on. Defend yourself."
"How am I supposed to defend myself when you haven't given me a staff?" asked Harry as he dodged the staff.
"You don't need a staff to defend yourself." Said Peter as he swiped at Harry "You've got all these abilities so use them: Fly, stop time, burn the staff with fire!"
"I'm trying!" shouted Harry as Peter smacked him upside the head with the staff.
"If you were trying, I'd already be disarmed. You're holding back." Peter swiped at Harry as he stood back up. Harry flipped back over the staff.
"Come on. Do. Something. Unexpected!" As Peter started to bring the staff down on Harry's head, the stick stopped in mid air, held in the air by some invisible force. Harry stared up at it, anger prominent on his face.
Suddenly, Peter flew back and hit the opposite wall, the staff falling to the floor. Harry ran over saying, "Are you alright?" Peter grinned as Harry helped him up.
Better now. You used Telekinesis to stop the staff then push me back. You defended yourself using your abilities."
As Harry helped Peter up, he said "I was afraid to use my powers. I thought I'd hurt you. Then you kept hitting my and I got angry. I didn't care anymore about hurting you."
"Don't worry about it." said Peter as he stood next to Harry. "We now know you can access your abilities. Practice is the key."
Harry and Peter heard a gruff voice behind them say, "Practice is all good, Petey but all the practice in the world won't save him if you can't defend yourself without using powers." Peter and Harry looked back at the door into the gym.
Logan was leaning against the wall beside the door. He wasn't wearing his leather jacket. He stood in only his white grubby muscle shirt and dirty jeans. Large bicep muscle flexed under Logan's skin like coiled steel.
Peter and Harry walked over. "That's true Logan. There is the chance that abilities could fail you and you're forced to rely on hand to hand combat." Peter clapped a hand on Logan's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Did Professor Xavier send you over?"
"Yeah" answered Logan. "Chuck wants me to train Harry in hand to hand fighting. Peter nodded, then looked at Harry.
"Harry, good luck. Follow what Logan says. You couldn't ask for a better nonability fighting trainer. "Peter walked past Logan and out of the gym. Logan fixed Harry with a slightly glaring look. Harry realized that Logan didn't seem to have another setting for "attitude" beside anger.
"Alright kid. Let's start by me saying Id don't care how many abilities you got. In the thick of combat, the only thing you always count on to save your ass is what you can do with your own two hands." Logan spoke while circling Harry. When Harry started turning his head, Logan told him in no uncertain terms, "Stop moving or I'll cut the nerve that allows you to move your head." Harry stopped after that.
There's always a chance a villain made a serum that turns off your powers or has a ray that numbs them or some other problem. The one thing they can't stun or numb or take away is good old fashion hand to hand combat. Logan stopped circling Harry and stood in front of him.
"Let's get down to business." Logan put up his fists like a boxer. "Put your dukes up."
"My what?" inquired Harry.
"Your fists." Said Logan. "Put them up like this" Harry copied and held up his own fists.
"Remember to keep one fist in front of your face."
"Why would I need to-" started Harry but he stopped as Logan swung a fist at him. It hit him square in the jaw. Harry fell to the ground, rubbing his jaw.
"Are you crazy?" asked Harry furiously. Logan shrugged.
"I told you to put a fist in front of you face." Logan picked him up. "Let's go. I don't have all day." Logan adopted a fighting stance, fists up again. Harry put his fists up taking care to remember to put a fist to protect his face. Logan wasn't aiming for the face though.
He delivered two quick jabs to Harry's left side. To Harry, it felt like getting hit by a fist made of iron. As he moved to block, he made the mistake of moving the fist in front of his face down. Without warning, Logan smashed an iron fist straight at Harry's nose. Harry crumpled, his vision blacking out.
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You're lucky to have that self-healing ability." Said Dr. Jean Grey-Summers. Harry once again had woken up in the x-mansion's infirmary. This time, he was being treated by Jean Grey-Summers, Scott's wife. Harry quickly discovered that she was Telekinetic as well as Telepathic. She'd moped up the blood from his already healed shattered nose. She then had him take off his shirt to examine the spectacular discolored bruises left by Logan's side jabs. Jean told him they would fade after awhile, due to his healing ability.
"How can he hit so hard?" asked Harry wincing as he pulled his shirt back on. "It felt like his fists were made of iron."
"Adamantium actually." said Jean. "Logan's entire body is grafted in a metal called Adamantium. It's an unbreakable metal and is extremely rare. The professor believes that it was grafted as a sort of an experiment, first melting the Adamantium then inserting it into his body through large syringes.
"How can he survive a procedure like that?" asked Harry.
"He has a regenerative healing ability like yours. He also has claws that protrude through his knuckles, three to a hand. The Adamantium made them like knifes." Harry nodded.
"So I guess I can go?" inquired Harry hopefully as he slipped off from the hospital bed.
"You're not getting away that easy. Professor Xavier wants you to have a complete physical to check out if you're in good physical health." She patted the bed. "Get back in the bed and take your shirt off."
...
Twenty minutes later, she was done. Jean had tested his breathing, his reflexes, his running, his sight and hearing and last she tested his bottom half. She let him go then; taking the folder she'd written his physical results. She walked up to Professor Xavier's office.
...
"He's physical results are slightly worrisome." said Jean as Professor Xavier listened intently. "He is under-fed, malnourished and not very strong. This is no doubt due to the horrid care he received at his aunt and uncle's."
"Yes." Said Professor Xavier. "When I looked into his mind while he slept the night he came here, I saw his memories of the summers he spent there. It was not pleasant." Jean nodded.
"Besides that, he's in good health. He's a fast runner and breathes well. The malnourishment has not allowed him to grow to his full physical potential. Logan suggests we put him on weight training as well as hand to hand combat with Logan."
"A good idea."
"I did however have a question about Harry's magical education."
"Professor Dumbledore is sending over a tutor for him in the weeks to come."
"Good." Said Jean. "Harry's training program starts tomorrow."
...
3 months later...
As the weeks past, Harry noticed several changes from his life in the magical world to now. The first being his physical changes. When Harry had arrived at Xavier's, he was an underfed, skinny fourteen year old wizard. Now due to the extra weight training and physical exercises he'd been doing, Harry was a "ripped" well muscled mutant teenager. His biceps bugled under his skin-tight training uniform. Still maintaining a lean whipcord body, he had ripped pecs and a strong chest.
His new physical changes had not gone unnoticed by the students at Xavier's, most of all the girls. He'd heard more then one group of girls giggle as they passed him in the halls, smiling at him.
The second change Harry had noticed from the past fourteen years to now was his reputation. At Xavier's, no one knew him as "Famous Harry Potter." Here, he was just Harry. There was no one whispering as he past, no rumors spoken in corridors and in classrooms.
When Bobby had taken Harry down to dinner during his first night, he'd introduced Harry to his group of friends. The dining hall was setup like Hogwarts Great Hall. Thought there were no House tables, there was a table set aside for stuff. Food was served buffet style with a rotating schedule for kitchen duty.
Bobby sat with a group of friends at a table far from the staff table. He brought Harry over and introduced him.
First was Peter Rasputin codenamed Colossus. He was a burley 16 year old who was built like a pro wrestler. However he was one of the nicest guys Harry had met. When Bobby had introduced him, he'd greeted him in Russian accidentally. Before Harry knew what he was doing, he responded to Peter in Russian. Peter Petrelli had come over and explained that some abilities Harry had copied won't manifest til he actually needed them. That ability was omnilingualism, the ability to understand and speak multiple languages. Peter's ability was he could cover his body in metal armor that was bullet proof.
Next, Harry was reintroduced to Rogue. He discovered she could borrow abilities from people through physical touch. However, if she maintained contact, she could hurt or even kill someone. Because she couldn't control it, she wore gloves to prevent skin to skin contact. However, when Harry shook her hand, her glove slipped off and he touched her bare skin. Harry felt nothing, no coma-inducing pain. Rogue was just as surprised as Harry. Again, Peter walked over and explained that Harry must possess some immunity to abilities just like Rogue's. Rogue was happy at that.
Harry saw Kitty at the table and they talked for a little before Bobby continued introducing the individuals at the table. Next was a teenage boy whose mutation had advanced far beyond what was "normal". He's skin was blue and covered in glyphs he said were given to the Archangel Gabriel from God. His name was Kurt Wagner and he was codenamed Nightcraweler. He spoke with a German accent and could teleport in a flash of blue smoke. He had only two fingers on each hand and thumb. He also had a tail ending in an arrowhead-like point and yellow eyes. Harry introduced himself and said that he liked Kurt's tattoos.
Finally Harry was introduced to Warren Worthington the third. He was a tall boy fifteen and blond with an angel's body. His codename was Angel and the name's origin was apparent when Warren revealed his mutation. He had wings. Long, pure white wing strong enough to proper himself through the air and break a man's arm. After Warren had slid them back under his jacket Peter Petrelli whispered to Harry, "I think that's one ability you don't need to copy."
The third change was when Harry started his magical education back up again. Xavier had Harry meet his tutor in the gym...
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Harry stood in the gym, his wand in hand. Suddenly, a dark cloaked figure appeared right next to Harry. Harry jumped and aimed his wand at the figure.
"Rectusempra!" A jet of red light erupted from Harry's wand. The figure blocked it.
"Nice try Harry. But your reflexes suck." Harry grinned as he recognized the dark figure.
"Sirius!" His godfather grinned as Harry hugged him.
Sirius smiled at his godson. "It's good to see you Harry."
"Same to you Sirius." Said Harry. "When did you get here? I thought you were on the run?"
"Dumbledore sent me here to tutor you in magic. I'll be testing you and teaching you new spells."
"Great." Answered Harry. "Let's get started."
Over the new few months, Sirius and Harry trained and dueled. Everyday, Sirius taught Harry new spells. Conjuring, Banishing and many others.
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One of the last changes in Harry's life was he was learning about music. When Harry had been at Hogwarts, music had not been a concern in his life. Now at Xavier's, he'd been introduced to a myriad of bands. The subject had been broached one day a month into the X-Gen Project. Bobby and Kurt had been talking about some concert in New York City. When Bobby asked Harry who his favorite band was, Harry told him he didn't know any bands.
With that, Bobby proceeded to introduce Harry to bands like Linkin Park, All American Rejects, Simple Plan, Nickelback and more. Kurt favored a more pop/Christian musical bands and showed Harry bands like Relient K, Chris Tomlin, Sanctus Real, Audio Adrenaline, and more. Strangely Harry was able to remember all the songs he heard and the names he was told.
Peter Petrelli that he must have copied a "super memory" ability which allowed him to retain great quantities of information. This also was apparent due to Harry's academic scores in the X-Gen Program.
Bobby told Harry that he, Kurt and Peter Rasputin had formed a band called The X-Boys. Bobby played bass, Kurt played keyboards and Peter played drums. They were looking for a vocalist and lead guitar. So far, no one had fit the bill. Bobby wanted Harry to join up. He'd teach Harry guitar then they'd play for the students as a trial run for Harry. Harry eagerly agreed.
Bobby started with the acoustic guitar. He taught Harry basic cords then a few songs. By the end of the week, Harry had mastered the acoustic guitar. Harry's super memory was doing its job. Next, they moved on to electric guitar. They found an extra one in the x-mansion's music room. After another three days, Harry had mastered that too. Harry remembered his "trail run" playing for the students at Xavier's. It had been a Friday, a month and a half since he'd arrived...
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Harry gulped nervously at the multitude of students in front of the stage. Bobby stood next to him speaking into a mike.
"Hello Xavier's! Are you ready to rock?" The students yelled and screamed in excitement. The day before, they practiced a few songs to play for today. Harry called up the lyrics and cords in his head.
"Before we start, we'd like to introduce our new lead vocalist and guitarist, Harry Potter!" Harry stepped up to the mike as Bobby took his spot off to the right.
'Hi." Said Harry into the mike. The students screamed again. Harry looked over at Bobby who nodded, smiling. 'So we've got a few songs for you today. Sing along if you know it." Peter clicked his drumsticks together. 1...2...3 Harry and Bobby started playing...
I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash as time began to blur
Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
There was nothing in sight but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divide
In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny
And each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserve
So give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyes
Give me reason to fill this hole, connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies across this new divide
Across this new divide, across this new divide
(Linkin Park – New Divide)
As Harry finished with a final cord, the gathered students erupted in applause and screams of excitement. Harry was grinning really gaining in happiness. Bobby spoke into his mike.
"So Xavier's do you think Harry should lead our band?" The students yelled even louder. Bobby grinned at Harry and nodded.
"Alright so let's keep going." This was a lower song.
Maybe you're a tree who's leaves stay
Or maybe you go where the wind blows
All I know is I'm right either way
Every word you spoke was subtle
So I never gave you one rebuttal
Because somehow I knew you
Meant what you said
It's like I spoke to you,
It's like you spoke to me
You know we need each other
These things we built could last forever
Sometimes we watch our heroes die
And we don't know why
We don't know why they
Left us so young
Sometime we watch our mirrors cry
And we don't know why
We don't know why they
Left us undone
I've learned that I can live without you
I've learned that there are things about you
Which I knew
Which I chose to hold in
I've seen your eyes when they're glassed over
Your charcoaled lungs… Malignant fire
Desire kept us holding on tight.
I am now everything good that you did
I'm tossing out all of the things you kept hid
Like the scars on your knuckles
The way that you chuckled…
When the bottle made way for it
(Ronnie Day – Heroes Die)
Again the crowd shouted their excitement as the band finished. Harry spoke into the mike.
"Are you having a good time tonight?" The students yelled in excitement. "What do you think guys? We got one more song?"
The crowd exploded in excitement chanting, "One more song! One more song!" Harry readied his guitar as did the rest of the band. "Here's a song that, well here's a song."
All the, small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, Na...
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, Na...
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, my little
redmill
Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill, the night will go on, the night will
go on, my little redmill
(Blink 182 – All the small things)
The crowd erupted into the loudest applause of the night as Harry finished the final cord.
"Thank you Xavier's! Glad you enjoyed our band, The X-Boys!" The crowd yelled as the band stepped off the stage.
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Harry smiled as he thought of all that had happened the past three months. All the weight training, the combat exercises, the band. It was a huge difference to what his life had been before he'd come to Xavier's. He'd enjoyed also hanging out with Bobby, Kurt, Peter Rasputin, Warren, Rogue and above all Kitty.
Kitty. When he first met her, it had been the fist day he'd learned he was a mutant. Having feelings of abandonment from his friends, Ron and Hermione, Kitty had been the first teen mutant he'd met. She knew the worries behind being a teenage mutant. Harry felt that she helped him come to terms with being a teenage mutant.
As Harry closed his eyes, thoughts of Kitty faded to a dream. Some how Harry knew he was in the main hall at Xavier's. It was draped all in black curtains and black clothed tables. Multitudes of students sat at the tables that were spread out in the hall. Others stood on a crowded dance floor revolving slowly around the room. Harry's attention was focused on a couple dancing near the center of the floor. The young man was dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants and a red vest. He had his arms around a teenage girl I a beautiful blue dress. They leaned in for a kiss.
So ends Harry's X-gen training.
Chapter 8: The final test of the X-Gen Project. Harry s faces his worst fear.
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