Jackie: I haven't written in AGES!

RakitWhore: No kidding. I was hoping you'd outgrown it.

Draco-muse: Hey, where's Agent Blorange?

Jackie: Off stoned somewhere. Meet RakitWhore, my other best friend.

RakitWhore: ahem Jackie does not own Harry Potter. She also does not own X-Men Evolution. She only owns a sick and twisted mind. Which, of course, is all my doing.

Jackie: Of course.

Draco-muse: Hmm, I'm...doesn't look like I'm even in this one.

Jackie: Not yet. Oh, and if you have any complaints about "Mary Sue! Mary Sue", please keep them to yourself unless they're constructive. As an actress, I feel I have very good characterization skills.

Draco-muse: Enjoy!

Color My World

By Jackie Malfoy

Chapter 1: Prologue

Narration

"Spoken text"

Thoughts

((8 years earlier))

She was cold. Very cold. And wet. Her frail body shivered beneath her thin clothes. She didn't know how long she'd been out. One month? Two? All she could remember was being bodily thrown from her house and locked out. Her sister's face pressed against the glass. The sound of all her brother's laughter. Her parents, looking ashamed and furious. But especially, she remembered his face. Her own brother, and her mortal enemy from birth. Smiling at her. Not a pleasant smile, either. A smile of pure evil.

She hated him with a passion.

Around her, the air began reverberating with her anger, the molecules glowing red as she thought. She would come back. She would show them all that she was just as human as they were, if not more.

The glowing subsided as she felt her strength ebbing. In one last burst of energy, the air around her exploded with heat, flashing a red beam into the sky that was seen for miles around.

The last thing she remembered before passing out was that grin.

I'll find you...and I'll make you pay.

The man saw the light in the sky and thought it was a distress beacon from a wand. He had been out for a quick ride on his broom, but he now rushed to the origin of the flash. He saw the figure lying on the ground, shrouded in clothing covered with holes and mud. She was soaked to the bone, and shivered even in her sleep. He quickly removed his cloak and wrapped her in it.

As he picked her up, he saw her begin to glow. A faint, blue halo encompassed her whole body as she snuggled down into the thick black fabric. He tenderly ran a hand over masses of auburn curls, careful of the many tangles. His hand found a gash on the back of her head that was still bleeding, and her halo turned orange as he touched it. When he drew back, surprised, the halo returned to blue.

So, he thought, this is a mutant.

Picking up his broomstick, the man placed her on carefully, cast a quick binding charm to hold the sleeping girl to the broom and to him, and took off in the direction of Hogsmeade. Mutant or not, this girl needed medical attention.

And Severus Snape was not completely cold.

Jackie: Okay, you guys are all thinking, What the hell?

RakitWhore: Yep, pretty much, Miss Alan-Rickman-Wallpaper.

Draco-muse: ...eeeeeeewww. Snape.

Jackie: I LIKE Alan Rickman, okay? Anyways, no, this is not some Snape/whoever pairing. It's going to be about the girl. Not romance until later. It may not even be romance, just a conflict fic.

RakitWhore: Because even though she has a twisted mind, it's not THAT twisted.

Draco-muse: R&R, and stay tuned for more. Oh, and while she's in a writing mood, you may want to keep an eye on her other stories.