Blastwave 11
Rogue had never had such a tough time. Harry, had left the morgue and had made his way over to his three friends. Seamus the Pyrokinetic and in Harry's opinion a baby pyromaniac in the making. Quick with a wit, with the volatility of Sabretooth.
Considering she had met the thing, she could make the appropriate links. Dean; a sensitive soul gifted with telepathy and an array of illusions that could psychologically destroy his opponents.
Finally Neville, the solid foundation of the four young sorcerers, it explained his love for plants and easily the most steadfast and level headed of the group.
That left Harry, cranky as a Sun Bear at least according to Solarflare, Yoshida Hanzo , a 2nd generation mutant with power over plasma and able to see infrared, an abstract of his plasma manipulation is plasma controlled propulsion in essence allowing him to fly and the ability to store and store the energy from the Sun. According to Storm, who was a squib from a distance had observed Harry, had said that he possessed the temperament of a Nundu. A large magical cat, capable of killing multiple people.
Here she was gloves off, tapping Seamus and Dean in equal measure "Ye two ples calm down. I'm only tryin ta help."
She turned around to grab Harry, only to find the floor had risen up and encased him up to his neck. She also observed strips of metal also binding him "Harry, look ah me. Please. Look ah me."
Harry looked at her, Rogue paled as she saw her secret crush's eyes begin spinning in a kaleidoscope of colours going from bright emerald green, dark forest green, black and then burning gold.
"Oh boy…Rogue is it? Harry's absolutely lost it." Dean said, as the doors to the Morgue opened and Professor Xavier rolled out.
"Rogue, you've done a good job at keeping these two contained…I assume this is Mr. Longbottom, restraining Harry?"
Neville grunted "The bugger is a fighter…Thankfully he's not fighting me so much…anymore."
Xavier looked at the man in a boy's body and sighed. He made eye contact and he entered the boy's mindscape.
(Mindscape)
Where it was once black, it had erupted into pure light. Buildings were being made only for them to be reduced to rubble, the amount of psychic pressure was staggering but Professor X was not the master of the mind for nothing.
There he saw Harry, his darker self and a woman. The woman had porcelain white skin, bright red hair that trailed down to her mid-back. She was garbed in a t-shirt and flannel shirt and skin-tight jeans.
"Who are you?"
The woman turned, she looked almost exactly like Jean aside from bright golden eyes "I am of no-one of importance but very important all the same. I was giving Harry, the edge he needed in confronting his demons."
Professor X nodded "Why have you not left then?"
"Cause and effect, cause and effect. In dealing with one demon, it has caused several more. Harry is going to need all the help he can get." With that the woman left.
"Although Charles, I am not a who, more of a what." This was sent directly into his mind.
(Real World)
Harry returned the world of the living. One eye bright green, one eye dark green. The two glowing eyes unsettled Xavier, but at least his latest stubborn young man with too much power had achieved something of an equilibrium.
"Harry? You alright? You went pure Nundu on us." Seamus said. Harry snorted and he meandered to a bed. It was fused to the floor, one pulse of energy later, Harry was on the bed next to his year mates.
"What caused me to go Nundu?"
"You were muttering 'It's not good enough. I need to be better. I need to be stronger.' You sounded deranged, well more deranged than normal." Said Neville.
Harry sighed "We, I, ordered a raid on three magical mutant facilities in Britain…Some aspects of the team didn't like the fact that I was not leading the team properly. By properly I mean, incapacitating harmlessly. I was out for blood. We rescued you and fought our way out. I managed to get out 200 Mutants…"
Seamus stared at him "200! That's fucking awesome…but there's something else?"
Harry nodded "60 Dead when we got them out. 20, fought and died as they left the facilities. 15 were DOA…"
"Dead On Arrival…Sweet, Christ. Carry on." Said Dean looking at Harry with a thin smile.
"With another 5-10 liable to die within the next 24-48 hours. So out of 200 mutants only 95, going to see more than the next 24-48 hours."
"Harry, you're fucking arrogant at times. I know you don't mean to be but you can be so arrogant." Said Seamus.
Harry looked at the Pyrokinetic "Why?"
"You expect too much out of yourself..."
"To whom much is given, much will be required. Seamus. Considering that and the fact the Wizarding won't help raise a hand for the little guy. This leaves Harry, being daddy and having to go home and wipe every pureblood, half-blooded, lack of common sense wizard's arseholes! Fucks sake, they're relying on me to wipe their arses. It is quite literally, I'm on a date but an Owl turns up 'Whoops, one sec love. I have to write a quick note. That you darling? Harry would love to come on that date we set up six months ago only he's really busy wiping up the fountains of shit spraying out the arses of the aforementioned wizards." Harry snarled.
The wizards were taken aback "Is that what you seriously think about the Wizarding World?"
Harry nodded "Pretty much."
Seamus and Neville snorted "What are you thinking?"
Harry shrugged "Should have murdered Fudge when I had the chance."
Rogue looked at him "How close were ye to him?"
"Where you are right now. May have killed one of his bodyguards, threatened him but left him alive. With how many of us are dead due to him, I'm really wishing I had blown his bloody head off."
Rogue groaned, she liked him. She had an idea, one of the powers she had absorbed was that of increased strength. Harry saw Rogue's hand, move back and the next thing he knew, he was by the wall of the infirmary, head, neck and shoulders on the floor and his legs over him. To some of the mutants who watched Attack on Titan, Harry looked rather like Eren during his cadet training.
"Harry, Ah like yeh. Please, don't destroy yehself for some bullshit reason. Yeh saved a load o' mutants. Be grateful yeh manage to actualleh save some."
Harry looked at her "Okay…I think I've got a concussion. Rogue…me, you a date?"
Rogue grinned "Sure thang. Jus' ye keep yerself outta trouble. Besides Jean and Scott want words."
"They can kiss my ass." Harry growled as he slowly pulled himself over as Rogue walked out, swaying her hips.
"Damn, Harry…she's amazing." Said Dean absentmindedly.
"I know right…Reparo." Harry incanted and the room was reset.
"I'll see you lot later." Harry said as he walked out the hospital bay, his head spinning slightly.
Cypher met up with him "Dude, I have got to say back then at the Ministry place…You looked pissed and I don't mean you've had a few."
Harry snorted "Cypher, those people…I have no words to describe how horrid they are. Expect a retaliatory strike at some point, be prepared for the event of actually killing."
Cypher paled "You think that will happen?"
"Hopefully not, but very possibly." Just then there was a knocking on the door.
The pair made their way down into the foyer to find several people in protective vests and a woman in a suit that initially did not scream 'protective' but Harry thought there was something off about it.
"Mr. Potter? I'm Angela Hunt, I'm from MACUSA. The…"
"Magical Congress of the United States of America, I know who you are. You're the American version of the Ministry of Fuckwits in Britain."
Hunt stared at him "You're a strange one. Why are you here?"
"Mutant. Xavier brought me here before I could do more harm to myself and other magicals." Harry replied "The best way for this to work is to be straight with me. No fluffy language, no pandering around just straight up and down."
Hunt nodded "Alright…I shall be to the point…Can we go somewhere more comfortable?"
Harry nodded and he and Cypher led her into a rather spacious kitchen which had eight mutants in it "If none of you are cooking anything then scramble."
The mutants left "Coffee? Gentlemen? Good lady?" They declined.
"I'll be frank Mr. Potter. What do you want from MACUSA?"
"A place where I can be safe, continue my education. Sanctuary from Britain. Basically everything. For me and I want to extend the same stuff to my friends and any British Magical Mutant who wants to start over."
Hunt nodded "Are you expecting an attack?"
Harry shrugged "Anything is possible but assume so. We'll deal with it."
