This story, Called Domino's Daughter, I am abandoning for one major reason.
Jean is a lot harder to write than I had believed. And after three chapters, including a prologue and unfinished third chapter, I feel that it is for the best that I gave it up, and hope someone else adopts it.
The only note I have to offer is that I didn't want Samantha (FemHarry) to be a super powerful mutant in this, which is why I gave her a simple mutation. I was going to have her train in combat however, first by Wolverine and later by Domino, though I never got to it.
Anyway, I hope that someone. Or even multiple people, would adopt this story and take it where I was unable to.
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I Do Not Own Harry Potter, X-Men: Evolution, or anything else Marvel I may use.
Now, as I'm sure many of you know, X-Men: Evolution altered characters, if only slightly. As such, I would like to inform you that, while I am using a character that exist in the Marvel Universe (That DOSEN'T appear in Evolution), I am altering them to fit my purposes.
Now, I am using FemHarry (Samantha "Sam" Rose Potter). And this story will also feature FemSlash, in a Sam/Jean pairing.
Lastly, this story was inspired by Blood Brandy's Harry Potter's Vegas Vacation Challenge. It is not a response to it, but it was inspired by it. Basically, I started planning it out a response, but the idea evolved into this, and became a clearly NOT response
Prologue
Neena Thurman, who was better known as Domino, smiled sadly as she looked down at her baby girl.
Having just completed the necessary paperwork to put her up for adoption, she had asked for one last hour to say goodbye to her daughter.
The mercenary loved her daughter, it was why, as much as she didn't want to, she was giving her daughter up. As a mercenary, she'd made enemies. And while the mutant woman may be able to manipulate probability (albeit at a subconscious level), it wasn't perfect. She'd been injured and captured before, and while she'd survived, she wasn't willing to risk her daughter's life on something so unreliable.
Especially since, even if she gave up her mercenary activities, as she had once she discovered her pregnancy, she wouldn't be able to be with her daughter 24/7 to protect her.
It was better that Samantha be raised by others. Someone who could give her a good, stable life, free of danger, or at least as free of danger as a normal life was.
And who knew, perhaps one day, they'd meet again.
With tears in her eyes, she leaned down to kiss her daughters forehead, one last time.
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Lily Potter smiled down at her new daughter.
After discovering that, due to the inbreeding common in Purebloods, James was sterile, she and her husband had decided to adopt. They were lucky to find a young girl that, at least at her young age, resembled them somewhat.
Like Lily, the girl had green eyes, and her hair was black like James.
The young woman felt sorry for the poor woman that had put Sam up for adoption. The babe was absolutely adorable, when she admitted to the nun in charge of the orphanage that she didn't know how anyone could give such an angel away, the old woman had told her, "I don't think her mother wanted to give her up. I didn't ask why, but she had tears in her eyes as she filed the paperwork, and was openly sobbing as she left."
The nun had then handed her and James an envelope. "One stipulation her mother made, was that this was to be given to whomever adopted Samantha," she had explained. "It was to be given to Samantha when she was old enough."
The contents of the envelope had shocked the two Potters. Whomever Samantha's mother had been, she had been well-off. Inside the envelope had been a platinum necklace, with a platinum pendant. The pendant was in the design of a domino, one side numbering five and the other two. Each dot of the domino had been an inlaid ruby. And the back of it held an engraving.
To my darling Samantha,
May your luck be better than mine.
Currently, the necklace was with James, who had taken it to Gringotts, to be placed safely in their family vault, along with their new, updated wills.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.
Walking to the door, she peeked out the window and smiled. Opening the door she greeted, "Professor Dumbledore, what a surprise."
Her smile fell at the Headmaster's grim expression. "Lily," he greeted. "Is James home?"
"He's at Gringotts," Lily told him with a frown. "Why?"
With a sigh, Dumbledore said, "I have some terrible news. I'm afraid the Voldemort is hunting you."
Chapter 1
Sam Potter wasn't having a very good summer.
The Daily Prophet was painting her as a delusional liar. Her friends and godfather were hardly writing her. And the Dursleys were as unbearable as ever.
It was why she decided to break into her Uncle Vernon's liquor cabinet.
The Dursleys had gone on a weekend retreat, courtesy of her Uncle's job, and she'd had the house to herself. Since she'd learned years ago how to pick a lock the old fashioned way (without magic), it had been relatively easy to break into her uncle's stash.
He'd had some good stuff too, even if it burned a little going down.
She'd drunk until she'd blacked out, and right now, she wished she hadn't.
Because she was lying in a strange bed, naked, next to another woman, with the unmistakable smell of sex in the air.
And she kept getting strange images in her head.
What the hell was going on?
"Quite thinking so loud," the woman beside her moaned, snuggling into her.
Before the green-eyed girl could ask why the other girl wasn't freaking out, images began popping into her head.
The woman helping her up after seeing her stumble, introducing herself as Jean.
Her, drunkenly ranting at Jean about her life, how she wished she wasn't alone, and what was wrong with the magical world.
Jean taking the bottle of whiskey away from her, and tossing it.
Jean putting her hands on either side of her head, suddenly images of Sam's life flashing before Jean's eyes.
Her and Jean, seemingly drunk as well, getting into a casino, and winning so much money they were comped a room.
Her and Jean coming up to the room and, quite passionately, making love.
As the images faded, Jean sat up, letting the sheet covering them fall away.
Sam had to admit, Jean was beautiful. With long, deep red hair, green eyes, slightly darker than her own, and a tone, fit body with an hourglass figure, Jean was the type of girl that other's wished they could be.
"Thank you," Jean said with a grin. "I'm glad you think so highly of me."
"Just what is going on?" Sam asked, pulling the sheet up to cover herself.
Jean sighed as she stood up, and walked over to grab a robe hanging on the back of the door. After tying the robe shut, she turned to look back at Sam. "I'm sorry," she apologized with a frown. "This is, partially at least my fault." Before Sam could ask, Jean continued, "I'm a mutant, a human gifted with extra abilities. My abilities are telekinesis and telepathy."
"You can move objects with your mind, and read other's minds?" Sam asked, familiar with the terms.
"Yes," Jean admitted. "As I said, you're thinking to loud. I don't even have to delve into your mind, you're broadcasting your thoughts. Any nearby telepath will hear them," she grinned. "I'll admit though, I don't sense any other's nearby." She frowned. "Your thoughts yesterday however, were making about as much sense as your words, with how drunk you were. I…I admit that I tried delving into your thoughts, in an effort to figure out just what you were blabbering about."
"You saw my life?" Sam questioned, remembering the image that popped into her head.
"Bits and pieces," Jean admitted. "You were too drunk, and I'm too inexperienced, to pick out anything really focused. But when I made the attempt, I…I accidently, formed a psychic link with you. You may have been too drunk to realize it, but I'm willing to bet you saw parts of my life," she informed the other girl. "I can help you find out later. But, since I wasn't expecting the bond, I wasn't prepared for its…affects."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
Jean sighed and explained, "The bond works both ways. Though now I'm shielding myself, through it you and I are connected." She paused for a moment. "The best way to explain it is that, in a way, you're now a telepath, though only to me. If I wasn't shielding, and you had some training, you could read my mind as easily as I can yours. That said, the mind is more than just thoughts, its emotions and feelings as well. Since you were drunk…."
"You were drunk as well," Sam finished the thought.
Jean nodded, "Exactly."
Sam moaned, and fell back to the bed. As she began to wonder what would happen now, Jean seemed to pick the thought up.
"That depends on you," the red-head said calmly. "I can clean up the blank spots from last night, I already did so for me. When I do, you'll likely remember what you've seen of my life." She sighed. "There…there is nothing more intimate than one's mind. It's one thing to read it, to interpret one's surface thoughts, it's another to immerse yourself in it, to connect on such a level. I showed you an image of our lovemaking last night, and it was lovemaking. I didn't share it, because I hope you'll allow me to clear your thoughts so that you can remember yourself, but at that time, as our bodies joined together, our minds were also one."
Sam looked at her confused. "What do you mean?"
"Your pleasure was my pleasure," Jean explained. "And my pleasure was yours. We were essentially two bodies with one mind. We didn't need words to communicate then, we simply did."
Taking a shuddering breath, Jean continued. "That said, I can break the connection. It would be…painful, to both of us, but if you don't want it, I'll do it. I'll know, I already know, many of your secrets. If I break the connection, we can go our own ways and I'll do my best to guard the secrets in my head that are yours. Or," speaking now, Jean was more sure, more confident, "we can leave the connection in place. We would be close, closer than friends, closer than family, closer than most lovers. Odds are we would, eventually, marry, but if we didn't, we would be closer to each other than our respective spouses."
Taking a gulp, Sam thought about it, knowing that Jean likely heard what she was thinking. On one hand, she couldn't say she knew Jean. But if Jean cleared up her memories, if what the redhead said was true, she would know her intimately. So that problem was mute. She truly had no problem with the idea of marrying another woman, she'd figured out her attraction to women early on thanks to the quidditch locker room, and sharing a dorm with three other girls. And Jean was certainly attractive.
But it was when she brushed her hand against her throat, and brushed up against her necklace, that her decision became clear.
Sam had received the necklace on her thirteenth birthday. She'd been staying at the Leaky Cauldron after blowing up her Aunt Marge, when an owl arrived for her from Gringotts, asking for her presence. The goblins had then given her the necklace, and a letter from her parents.
The letter had explained how they had adopted her, using a blood adoption ceremony to make her their heir and give her magic. The letter had told her what the nun's at the orphanage had told them regarding her birth mother, and that the necklace was from her.
The young witch hadn't taken it off since, and even asked Professor Flitwick if there were any charms she could place on it to protect it. After explaining to him its significance, the Ravenclaw head had been more than happy to cast the protective charms himself.
The engraving on the back blessed her with luck. Perhaps it was time to make her own.
Looking up at Jean, who (judging from the smile on her face) had indeed been listening in to her thoughts, Sam said, "Clear my memories."
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After Jean had cleared her memories of last night, and Sam had blushed in embarrassment from how she behaved, the telepath began to teach the witch how to block her memories.
It was a surprisingly quick process, as Jean could, literally, show her what to do through their link.
Thanks to the clearing of her drunken memory, Sam remembered what she had seen of Jean's life. Surprisingly, what she remembered made her feel much better about their link.
Especially their passionate lovemaking.
Jean had been right, with their bond, no matter what it appeared, it had been love. It was impossible to explain the feeling beyond love and pleasure.
But when Jean kissed her after successfully erecting shields on her own, those same shields had quickly fallen and the kiss escalated into a repeat performance.
It was only after both young women, completely and utterly sated, collapsed to the bed, that either bothered to check the time.
Noticing it was after four in the afternoon, Jean decided to check her phone. Standing from the bed, the redhead didn't bother to shield their link or put any clothes on, as she walked to the pants she had discarded the night before. The phone was a gift from Professor Xavier, who, after Jean had informed him that her parents had gotten her tickets to go on a two week vacation in the UK, gave it to her so she could stay in touch.
Over the course of the past few days, she'd only used it a few times to call her parents and the Professor. So she was surprised to find a missed call from the Professor, and a text message recorded a few minutes after the missed call.
Opening the message, she read: Cerebro detected new mutant. Call back.
Raising her eyebrows, Jean dialed in the necessary number for the mansion. She was grateful, but slightly disappointed, when she felt Sam block their link, most likely to give her some privacy.
"Hello Jean," the Professor greeted. "I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time."
Jean grinned, "No Professor," she assured him. "As a matter of fact, I just checked my phone. You said Cerebro detected a new Mutant?"
"Yes, her power seems to have just emerged in the past few days," he informed her. "She's in the London area. If it's not too much of a disruption to your vacation, I was hoping you could try and contact her."
Jean frowned, she was hoping to spend more time with Sam, but it would take several hours for the Professor to get to London, even with the Blackbird. She was just thankful that she was too far away for the Professor to read her mind. "Sure, what's her name and where can I find her?"
"Her name is Samantha Potter," he informed her, and Jean glanced over at the woman in question, who was patiently waiting on the bed for her. "As for where she is, I'm afraid the closest Cerebro got was a suburb called Little Winging in Surrey."
"What are her powers?" Jean asked, curious.
"That's the intriguing part, according to Cerebro, she can manipulate probability, luck if you will, though it is on a subconscious level. I've only known one other mutant with the ability, surprisingly, Ms. Potter is a partial match to her. I suspect they're related somehow, though Mrs. Thurman is currently in South America."
"You know her?" Jean asked, mostly for Sam as she knew of her adoption and curiosity of her birth mother thanks to their psychic link.
"I checked her whereabouts when I discovered the partial match," he admitted. "I admit, though I know of her, I don't know her. Mrs. Thurman or, as she goes by, Domino is a mercenary of some note. While skilled, she has surprisingly high morals for one in her profession. Logan has worked with her before and speaks quite highly of her. But I'm getting off track, is there anything you feel you need to know about Ms. Potter?"
"No," Jean said, with a smile, "I think I can find her."
"Good, call me after you make contact. If she is interested, there is a place for her here at the institute. Good luck Jean."
"Bye Professor. I'll call back soon."
Hanging up the phone, she turned to Sam, "Do I need to tell you, or are you going to lower the shield?" she asked.
Sam raised an eyebrow, and Jean feed the information the Professor gave her to her partner.
"Domino," she muttered, holding her necklace in her hand and looking down at it. "Do you think it's her?" she asked, looking up at Jean.
"I think it's a good possibility," Jean told her. She licked her lips, "I…I don't know how, or even if, it's possible to continue your magical education from the Institute, but…"
Sam smiled and said, "How about we take a trip? I don't know, but I think I know where I can find out."
Chapter 2
Walking into Gringotts was an experience for Jean.
Seeing goblins in someone's mind was one thing, seeing them in real life was another entirely.
Though small, there was a fierce quality to the goblins that reminded her strongly of Logan. Having seen the feral mutant fight in the Danger Room, that wasn't a comforting thought.
Shielding her link with Sam didn't help, though it was necessary whenever they weren't in private. It was too easy to mistake the other's feelings, thoughts, or even what they saw, as your own. And while Sam may use to the magical world, Jean certainly wasn't. The fact that she could hear the mutterings, thoughts, and see the pointing of others didn't help.
If she didn't know better, Sam was a desperate, delusional, girl seeking attention based on what the majority of these people thought of her.
Knowing it was affecting Sam, by how tense she had become since they entered the Alley, Jean opened her shield just enough to send thoughts of comfort to Sam. She was rewarded by a small smile, and some of the tension, though not all of it, disappearing.
Sadly, Sam wasn't yet experienced enough with her shield to just let down a little, so Jean couldn't receive anything back for her efforts.
Somewhat calmer, Jean watched as Sam walked up to a teller. "I'd like to speak to Account Manager Frundolst," she requested.
The teller looked at her and pointed towards a nearby bench. "Sit down, if he is free, he will see you," he instructed, clear dismissal in his voice.
Sam led them to the bench, and Jean took her hand. "Don't let what they're saying out there get to you," she advised. "They clearly don't know you if they believe that."
"It just irritates me," Sam growled lowly. "I keep saving their asses by preventing Voldemort's rise twice. And when he finally does come back, no one believes me." She sighed, "I'm tired of the looks, good and bad. I never wanted to be famous, and now I am, for something that haunts my deepest nightmares."
Jean opened her mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. Instead she offered, "Just remember, that you have me now."
Sam smiled, "I will."
"Ms. Potter," a gruff voice said.
The two girls looked up, to find a gruff looking goblin looking at them. Sam smiled, "Frundolst, I'm glad to see you."
To Jean's surprise, Frundolst gave Sam a small smile. "As I am you, perhaps we should take this to my office?" he suggested.
"Of course, but," Sam gestured over to Jean, "my friend will be joining us. Frundolst, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Jean Grey."
The goblin bowed his head towards Jean, "A pleasure."
Jean was surprised that she couldn't read his thoughts with a casual brush of her power, but didn't dare risk looking deeper, in case of offending the goblin.
The goblin led them to a simple office. After everyone was comfortably seated, Frundolst asked, "What can Gringotts do for the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter today?"
"I need information," Sam told him. "I have the opportunity to go to a muggle school in America. I would like to take it, but I need a way to continue my magical education."
Frundolst raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in his chair. "My suggestion, Ms. Potter, depends on your answer," he said after a moment. "Though brief as this encounter is, I have noticed a…closeness between the two of you I rarely see outside married couples. So, just how close are you?"
Sam glanced over at her, and Jean sent a worried feeling down their link.
"Anything I say would be covered by Gringotts confidentiality agreement, yes?" Sam asked.
"Of course," Frundolst assured her. "I am working under my position as your account manager after-all."
"We share a…psychic link," Sam informed him. "And we have both embraced it."
"You have seen into each other's minds?" he asked, for clarification.
"More than that," Jean supplied. "We are, unless we purposely block off our link, constantly connected. For safety purposes, we're blocking it right now," she explained, trusting Sam's judgment in sharing about their link.
Frundolst smiled, revealing his pointed teeth. "Is it safe to assume that the two of you would not object to marriage?"
Both girl's eyes widened, but they both, blushing slightly nodded.
"Then I suggest that the two of you marry," Frundolst said frankly. "This would emancipate you Ms. Potter, allowing you to practice magic on your own. I would then suggest that you self-study. An examiner for your OWLs and NEWTS could be organized at your convenience, if you wish to take the exams, though unless you seek employment in the magical world, you don't even need."
Both women were silent for a moment, until Jean asked, "Don't I need my parent's permission?"
"No," he told her. "As much as I hate to say it, officially at least, as a non-magical you have no rights in our world, not until Ms. Potter marries you. You could be raped repeatedly and no charges could or would be filed against your attacker. Though if you marry, you gain all the rights and privileges as Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter." He grinned, "Besides, though we can get you the documentation and file it if you wish, you'd have to file separately in the muggle world."
"So you're saying we could marry in the magical world, but remain unmarried in the muggle one?" Sam asked.
"And we can be prepared to file in the muggle one if you need your marriage there," the goblin assured her.
"Jean?" Sam asked.
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Also, since I've been getting quite a few PMs asking if someone has adopted a story, I would just like to say that when someone adopts any of these stories, I add their names, and the titles of the newly adopted story or stories, to the bottom of the page.
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