Harry Potter/X-men crossover

Story adopted from amycakes

Re-wrote the chapters to suit my writing style

Warnings: Male/Male pairings

Chapter warnings: none

Chapter style: Story

Words: 2,700

Chapter ten: The mindscape

It was now on the train back home for winter. Students that weren't staying in Hogwarts piled up into the train. In one compartment in the back of the Hogwarts' express Hermione sat in gloomy silence, staring out of the window. No one was with her. She hadn't spoken to Ron since the fight and she wasn't going to start now that she was going home. She still couldn't believe that he wouldn't believe in Harry. They were meant to be inseparable! But it showed that Ron was as shallow as he was in fourth year.

It had begun to rain and Hermione watched as the last few students ran inside covering their heads the best they could with their trunk beside them. She thought about the last couple of days, and how everything had started to go wrong.

She knew of some people who wouldn't be convinced of Harry's guilt until they saw for themselves. Take Neville and Luna for example. And she just knew the twins would believe in Harry's innocence. How could they not when Harry had provided them with his winnings of the tournament in fourth year making the as successful as they were now. But even without that she knew Fred and George would believe in Harry.

Unlike Ron.

Then she thought of Remus. Did he know? Last she heard from him, he was away on a mission. Was he back yet? What if she owled him? He would help her find Harry since she knew that if there was one person to never doubt, it was Remus. He would be on Harry's side no matter especially since they were condemning Harry for being a dark creature.

She jumped out of her thoughts when she heard s knock on her compartment door. Hermione slid open the compartment door to find a nervous and upset Ginny Weasley. "Oh my," Hermione said surprised, not expecting that when she had come to open the door (well she didn't know what to expect really). "Come in."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked once Ginny had settled her things in with Hermione's help. Ginny was sniffing all the while.

"I… I st-stood up to Ron, 'Mione," Ginny said looking like she was about to burst into tears again, "Wha-what you said in the h-hall yesterday… You were right. I t-told him that and," tears gathered around her eyes, "A-and Ron slapped me!"

"He slapped you?" Hermione shrieked. She knew Ron was being a total prat since the fight, but to slap his own sister? "Why on Earth…?"

"He said th-that Harry was evil now, That if I was going to sup-support a dark creature th-then I have no right to be in this family," Ginny sniffled and looked at Hermione, clutching the front of her shirt, "Please Hermione… Please tell me I'm doing the right thing."

"Ginny…" Hermione said unsure on what to do and honestly angry at Ron, "I can't tell you what to do, Gin. Do you truly believe in Harry's innocence?"

Ginny shook her head wiping her tears on her sleeve. "Of course I believe in him, Hermione! He saved me when I was in first year without even knowing really who I was. He would never be what those papers said! He isn't a monster!" she exclaimed, still puffy red in the face from crying.

"Yes, that's what I said," she said bitterly thinking of Ron and the lost friendship. She really expected more from him. "I plan to try to find them in the holidays Gin. You with me?"

"Of course, Herm," she said, "I'm with you all the way."

"So here's what I was thinking of doing…" As the train ride progressed, Hermione filled the younger girl in on the plan in getting Remus to help them. Hermione wasn't stupid. She knew that if they were going to find Harry, then they needed help of an adult, and at the moment, Remus was the only adult she trusted beside her parents.

Agreeing, Ginny got out a quill and parchment and handed them to Hermione. Hermione took the items and stared at the blank parchment. She bit her lip wondering how to start it. She began writing, Ginny giving little comments and ideas every now and then.

Dear Moony,

I don't know if you know. We only found out ourselves yesterday when the daily profit came in. Harry's a Wolfeli. Are you back with what you have to do with the 'old crowd' yet? We need to find Harry, he's escaped death, but now he's on the run.

You were the only person I could think of coming to. Professor Dumbledore even doesn't believe he's innocent. Gin and I had an awful fight with Ron to know he's siding with Professor Dumbledore in this. We need to keep this short since we're on the train back. If you're going to help us, please write back immediately.

Thanks,

HG and GW

By the time they sent that away with an own, the train was almost at King's Cross. Hermione and Ginny started getting ready for their departure. In Hermione's pocket she had Harry's truck and things and had Hedwig above her own trunk.

They knew what they had to do. Hermione looked to Ginny with a grim expression. Ginny understood her glance.

Be ready.

頭に入る

When Harry came to, he found himself in a stone room. It looked aged from what he gathered from the chipped edges of the stones. Nothing looked familiar as he could see something that looked like hieroglyphs on the walls, but he wasn't so sure. He moved around the room, trying and failing not to let the panic consume him. Where on Earth was he?

"So I finally meet you, Harry Potter," a voice echoed in his head and Harry jumped. What the hell was that?

"Who's there?" Harry called out, not at all comfortable with someone being in his head, "Show yourself!" Harry turned around and let out an unexpected yelp as his bright green eyes met a pair of violet ones.

"My name, child, is Akori," the intruder said aloud this time and gave a mock bow before looking up and giving Harry a smirk, "And I'm your inner beast."

Harry observed the other man before him. He looked fairly the same, except he had sharper features. He was smirking at him, his slitted pupils watching him. He looked a tad wilder than Harry did. Harry noted bitterly that even in his mind his 'beast' was a few inches taller. Atop the wild, black locks of hair was a pair of identical ears and a tail swung behind him. He didn't look too – wait. A tail?

Harry suddenly looked behind him and indeed a furry, black tail swung behind him. Harry grimaced. He already had the ears. Must he have a tail as well?

"Okay," he said slowly, turning to look at his beast's amused look. "Where exactly am I?" he asked ignoring Akori's amused expression, "I got that we're in my mind, but… it's strange."

"Perhaps we should sit first," Akori said and made to sit down in midair only to have a comfortable couch appear suddenly behind him. He pointed behind Harry and he turned to see a comfortable looking chair where there was nothing before. Harry sat down waiting for his explanation.

"Well, Harry, you're correct," he said with a feral grin, fangs showing, "We are in your mind, practically in your soul, if you will. So I can hear your every thought," he laughed and Harry suppressed his shiver at hearing the crazy beast laugh. "And, ah yes, forgive me young one. I have also taken a look into your memories, curious to whose body I'm hosting. Your potions master tried to teach you Occlumency, no? You could say that you could use this mindscape to prevent unwanted intruders into your mind."

"Now," He spread his arms. "There are four rooms in this mindscape of yours," three doors appeared on three of the four walls. "The one we are in now. The main room," and as he said that, the walls suddenly extended making the room bigger. A rug appeared underneath them, a fireplace randomly appeared, pictures of random moments of Harry's life appeared on the wall, "We can manipulate this room in whatever way we want. There's a room that belongs to me," he said pointing to the door on his left, and then pointed behind him, "And a door that belongs to you. Do whatever you will to yours, but do not enter my room without expressed permission."

"And the last one?" Harry asked looked at the last door, curious to what it'll be since there were separate rooms for the both of them.

"Ah," Akori leant back comfortably in his chair, "That room belongs to the Dark One."

Harry frowned. "Dark One?" Harry repeated.

Akori rolled his eyes. "We aren't the only dwellers in your mind, kid. Under normal circumstances, yes we would be the only ones here, but fortunately for you, he decided to stop me from completely taking control of your mind, only letting me through when you were in extreme danger."

"What?" Harry said as he felt dread settle over him. No, he couldn't be here… Could he?

Akori rolled his eyes, unintentionally reading Harry's loud thoughts and made the chair Harry was sitting on disappear making Harry fall to the ground with a yelp. "Just go and take a look, kid," he said ignoring Harry's glare.

Harry got up and walked to the door, taking one glance at the bored looking Akori before looking back onto the door. As he got closer he noticed that there was an obscure carving on the door of a grim reaper with wings. When he reached out slowly and opened the door with an echoing 'creak' he was suddenly met with crimson red eyes and he jumped back shocked at seeing someone actually behind the door. He hadn't believed it until he saw it.

"Shit!" Harry cursed as he turned to run, but a hand clamped down on his shoulder preventing such an escape. He was forcefully swung around to face the man who had killed his parents. That's right. Right before him was a man who looked about twenty and an older version of the Tom Riddle of the diary. He was a tad bit taller than Akori, brown curly locks framed his face. He had red eyes, but he didn't look as scary as his live counterpart did. But Harry could hardly think that there was someone who looked more menacing than Voldemort in his skeletal, serpentine form.

"Just listen to me, will you before you run off hating me with all your guts," Tom said, actually looking tired and weary. When he let go and Harry didn't run, he breathed out a "Thank you." Startling Harry from his scrutinising at the fact that Tom Marvolo Riddle had actually thanked someone.

"Sit," he said, the chair that Akori previously made disappear appeared again and Tom went to sit beside the demon on the couch. Harry sat, albeit wary not sure with what Tom may be playing at. "I am Tom Riddle, but not as you know him. I am not Voldemort and my aspiration at school was not to kill people."

Harry snorted, but Tom ignored that knowing how disbelieving it sounded to the young man before him. "I'll start from the beginning, Harry," Harry glared at Tom for the usage of his first name, but Tom took no notice. "As every magical child did in Britain, I went to Hogwarts for my education. During that time, the headmaster was not Dumbledore, but Dippet. No, Albus Dumbledore was my transfiguration teacher.

"I admired him then. How could I not? He retrieved me from the orphanage and showed me a whole different world where I wasn't bullied and mistreated. But soon dreams turned to reality as I realised that Dumbledore did not exactly see me as a child, but someone evil. He kept a close eye on me." Riddle sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Unknown to everyone, Dumbledore was an enchanter. That meant he could make new spells.

"He called me into his office one day. I had known by then that he wasn't very fond of me, but I had hoped… he had decided to use a spell on me."

"No way…" Harry breathed, entranced by the story.

Tom nodded grimly. "All he told me was 'This may save you, my boy.' And before I could protest he had raised his wand and… all I remember was a blue and silver light had come at me, too fast for me to dodge and I had woken up in a room very similar to this one. I discovered what he had done. The spell he used was made to split the soul in half, one side good and one side bad. Very much like the Yin and Yang you would see of the Chinese Philosophy. The spell was meant to make two beings."

"So, you're not Voldemort?" he asked, realisation dawning upon him when he realised what Tom was trying to say.

Tom shook his head. "Not quite. The effects that Dumbledore had intended didn't come about properly, and thus instead of two beings, both severed bits of soul stayed in one body. My evil half overpowered me and I ended up in a room like this one in my own body." He explained and Harry looked thoughtful.

"So how did you, uh, come about in my body?" Harry asked, not understanding that one small problem. Akori looked bored, having already heard the story before.

Tom nodded sagely. "My other self didn't want to die and so he looked for ways to ensure his immortality. One of the ways was to cut his soul into many pieces and to do that," he met Harry's eyes, "He had to kill people." Harry gasped, "He made a few, growing more insane than he was before, drunk on power, but on that fateful Halloween night, he had intended to kill you, but when Lily died to save you and when the sacrifice took effect, he unintentionally made another one of those soul pieces in you, transferring the good side of me into you. Ever since, I have been dwelling inside of you, watching your life through your eyes."

There was silence for a while before Harry spoke again. "Is there a way to destroy these soul pieces and return you back to your body?" he asked. He wanted to help him and was angry at Dumbledore for doing such a thing. It was his fault that Voldemort was created! That his parents had to die when there wasn't ever a need if Dumbledore hadn't split up Tom's personality.

"It is possible, but knowledge on the topic is rather limited when all I have been doing is dwelling in heads. Perhaps you could help with that after you finish your training." Tom mused.

Harry nodded before what he said sunk in. "Training?" he repeated, "What training?"

"Hm," he looked at Akori who was sitting beside him and the cat-wolf-like beast grinned feral-like at Tom and Tom rolled his eyes before he looked at the confused teen, "I'm guessing Akori didn't tell you, but while you're in here we'll be training you." Both Tom and Akori stood up and Harry quickly scrambled up to follow as the room changed to what looked like a training room.

"Well, kid," Akori said, finally speaking after a while as he cracked his knuckles and then waved his hand a parchment appearing in his hand. He held it out to Harry. "Here kid. This is what I- I mean, we will teach you here while you're comatose."

Harry too the parchment, eyeing the smirking Akori for a moment longer before looking at the sheet.

Training:
1. Control of claws.
2. Control over imagery (appearance).
3. Control of magic.
4. Physical combat.
5. Weaponry.
6. Control of emotions.

Harry looked up at the smirking Tom and Akori and he couldn't help but think that this was going to take a while.

AN: This whole thing was originally two different chapters, but I ended up joining the two since I didn't want to make it too short.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. And thanks for the awesome reviews guys. I'm loving it, XD. Hope you guys don't mind any changes I've made. tbh I can't remember what changes I have made haha.

Next chapter update will be on Tuesday. I have an Chinese exam on Monday, so I'll be concentrating all on that and then celebrating end of exams (for me) that night. Plus, I want to write another chapter before I update the next one.

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