Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's of X-Men: Evolution neither do I own the characters of Harry Potter. This story is not meant to offend anyone and was written purely for you entertainment. So please…enjoy it!
And once again Im sorry about the format. When I upload the document it takes changes my format so I don't know how to punctuate my scene changes so if someone could tell me that would be great. Thanks! So I did the beginning of every new scene in a bold letter.
I always loved the smell of dust. When my mother was still alive, she would always bring me back some of the things she found on her digs. Rocks and minerals or fossilized plants, I never did want the animals though.
And they always smelled of dust and I would sit and hold whatever she gave me and make up stories about how it first came to be. It was all so magical to me…and in some ways it still is.
But now when I open my eyes I realize I'm not in my attic going through my mother's trinkets and the smell of dust isn't from an old wooden chest, but from an old Victorian house and the endless amounts of boxes I'm lugging into it.
An old house that I know nothing about except for that it was previously owned by a bitter old man who liked to garden. And as I open the door for the twelfth time since I've gotten here and see the beige carpet and floral wallpaper, I can't help but think….there's nothing magical about this place. And if there is….it must be hiding pretty damn well.
I had no idea it was hiding next door….
"Are you serious?" Lance's voice echoed throughout the house and Wanda rolled her eyes as she saw him and Pietro walk into the kitchen sounding like two teenage girls…excluding herself of course.
Pietro waved his arms frantically in the air, "I swear to God Lance! I just saw them pull up like two hours ago!"
Lance opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a carton of orange juice. He shook his head.
"Bullshit." He said as leaned against the counter and took a drink. Wanda hopped down from the counter and put her empty cereal bowl in the sink, leaning across the counter she smacked Lance upside the head.
"Get a fucking glass don't drink out of the carton, that's disgusting." She chided him before walking away.
Lance made a face at her retreating back before moving to get a glass. Pietro stared at him for a moment realizing that he HAD just drunk from the carton before speaking again.
"If you don't believe me look out the fucking window!" he snapped at his best friend.
Putting the now contaminated carton back up Lance took a drink from his glass. Sitting it down, he held up his hands.
"Okay, okay. I just think it's weird that they moved in at what? It's 9:30 now and you saw them drive up two hours ago. So like…7:30. And the old man only moved out like what? Two days ago." Lance continued calculating numbers in his head. Though not big enough numbers to impress Pietro who seemed to wonder why Lance had to disagree about EVERYTHING!
"Maybe they're from out of the county, yo. I mean there car is a rental." Todd said as he joined the two and began looking through their cabinets to see what he wanted for breakfast.
Pietro raised an eyebrow at him, "Well thank you Todd though I don't know why the Hell you're up this early on a Saturday?"
"How do you know it's a rental?" Lance asked the freshman boy.
Todd rolled his eyes, "Because there's a sticker on it that says, "Enterprise, we'll pick you up." Duh, Lance."
"Yeah DUH Lance." Pietro added and then paused, "But wouldn't that mean they would pick them up?"
"Who cares?" Lance growled watching as they began to stray severely off topic, "I'm just glad that Mr. Keener is gone. What an ASS!"
"Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh." Pietro trailed off in a bored voice before perking up. "I'm Hungry." Two seconds later, there was a clank as he put his empty dish in the sink.
"Now what?" he asked though he realized no one seemed to have that much time for him.
"Um I dunno take out the trash or something. I gotta go meet Kitty at the mansion, we're going catch an early movie and I'll probably be out the rest of the day." Lance told him pulling on his jacket and grabbing his keys. Pietro eyed his empty glass for a moment.
Following after him Todd yelled up the stairs. "You guys ready?"
Pietro watched in shock as Wanda and Fred came downstairs. Wanda stopped and looked at him.
"Aren't you coming?" she asked. He paused with his mouth opening suddenly remembering that they were going to go to the mall when Lance went to get Kitty.
But………..he didn't really feel like it.
"Um, nah. You guys go ahead maybe I'll meet up with you later." He told them as Wanda nodded uncertainly.
"Okay." And they were gone.
Pietro decided maybe he would take out the trash or just go for a walk. His mind had decided to think about his father…that he was up to something and Pietro for one did NOT feel like worrying about it.
Yeah he'd just take out the trash.
"HeyRemus!" I snapped away from where I was in the house's living room when my father called out to me.
I paused and straightened the picture I had been putting up.
"Yeah Dad?" I answered. I heard a clunk and figured he was in the upstairs attic, which we had earlier discovered was full of things that the man had left behind and, as he told us, did not want.
My father had decided we would donate all the good things to a church and throw the rest out. The more I thought about the less likely it seemed this place would be ready for my friends to come by tomorrow. I had asked them if they would come by and spend New Years with me and they had been excited, especially Peter, who really wanted to come to New York.
"Can you come get this bag and take it out to the front of the house?" he called back to me.
More trash I suppose. We had been putting it on the curb in front of the house's large lawn as Mr. Keener said the garbage truck normally picked it up there.
Jogging to the attic, I grabbed the two garage bags that my father had sitting out by the door and hauled them up by the attached strings.
I walked over to the stairs and, knowing they were full of junk anyways, chucked them down, sliding down the banister after them.
It was more evident to see how much I was like my friends when I wasn't with them. I grinned just thinking about them and opened the door tossing the bags out and jogging after them.
'Just one more toss and I can go back inside,' I thought to myself, still sad that we were low key on using our magic. Bending over to get the last bag I looked up to toss it but instead I saw someone running out of the house next to me. It was so fast that all I could see was a blur and suddenly a person was at the curb setting out his own trash. I was so startled that I slipped and fell flat on my face.
"Whoah!" and then the thud of my face smacking the pavement. But not before I saw what the person looked like.
It might seem weird but, as I was falling all I could think of was…well nothing…I was too busy looking at him.
He was extremely thin, that much was easy to tell. And his hair was a bright shade of white that was neatly styled. His legs were long giving off an appearance of exceptional height, but I would later find out he was no taller than me. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight, plain black shirt and matching shoes. I even remember that he was holding the bag in his right hand, the left one was in his pocket….and his eyes were the brightest blue I had seen since my mother gave me a sapphire she had found raw, that she had kept to herself just to give to me….I couldn't tell which was more blue.
So there I was…on the ground…in a lot of pain…and feeling like an ass. When he came over to see if I was okay.
I can't imagine what he was thinking when he helped me to my feet. I was a complete mess. My hair was messy, my glasses were diagonal on my face and only one side was propped on my ear. I was wear clunky work boots that made me a little taller than him, my jeans were torn and my plaid shirt wasn't even buttoned correctly. All in all I felt like someone had shoved me out of an airplane at two in the morning.
He smiled at me. "Hey are you alright, I saw you slip that hasreallygotohurtandIsawyoupulluptooareyoufromaroundhere?"
I just stared at him, "What?" I asked amazed that anyone could make actual sentences at that speed.
"Whoops, sorry. I talk kinda fast sometimes. I'm Pietro Maximoff by the way, me and my friends live next door." He told me taking the hand I was supposed to have the garbage in.
Regaining my composure (though only slightly) I smirked, "So I noticed. My name's Remus Lupin. Me and my father moved here kinda as a little vacation from the norm I suppose."
He grinned proving that his teeth were as white as his hair.
"Sweet, the accent rocks. Where in England are you from…I'm guessing am I right?" he said looking interested.
I nodded. However, as I was about to answer he changed the subject.
"Since you just moved here you may not know this but there's this guy named Xavier who's real rich and shit and he's throwing this BIG ball for New Year's and all of Bayville's expected to attend because of all of this conflict crap that I'm sure you'll hear about soon. But anyways you should go. It'd be a good way to meet people and stuff."
I just looked at him and it was evident on his face, in the way he scrunched his nose that he was afraid I hadn't understood him.
"Umm thanks. Some of my friends are coming from my school to visit me for New Years. So I guess it wouldn't hurt. What'd you say his name was again?" I asked him and watched him let out a breath.
"Xavier." He said and I watched as he turned at an amazing speed to see a car pulling up in his driveway. Looking at Pietro I realized that he looked a lot like Mr. Lensherr in a smaller…well sweeter kind of way. And wait…wasn't Xavier the name Raven told me to get a hold of if the injection caused problems?
Not wanting to ask if he knew Mr. Lensherr just yet I asked him something else. "Would I be able to meet this Xavier guy?" I asked.
Taking his eyes off the jeep pulling up he nodded. "Why would you need to?"
I paused. I let my brain calculate the best answer. "It's complicated really."
He laughed, "Don't worry…I've been having a complicated week myself."
"But you and you friends should go. His place is pretty cool, I guess." He answered.
Out of the jeep hopped out a rugged looking boy with dark hair and torn jeans, he looked over at us.
Pietro called to him. "Aw Lance you're back so soon. Did she blow you off?"
Apparently, "Lance" was not too amused as he made a rude hand gesture before pocketing his keys and walking over.
When he got to us Pietro slapped his back in a brotherly way and introduced him, "Remus this is Lance Alvers he's the man of the house-" here Pietro ducked from getting smacked.
"Now Lance, just because Kitty stood you up doesn't mean you have to be so angry." Pietro teased.
Lance rolled his eyes obviously used to this sort of behavior from the teen. He reached out and shook my hand.
"Good to have you here and not that other guy. If you need anything we're just next door." He told me seeming much friendlier than he had been when he pulled up.
"YEAH we are." Pietro said before pausing. "Hey I'm gonna go to the mall now alright? See ya later Lance nice meeting you Remus!"
And he was gone in a blur. I looked at Lance curiously. "Do you mind me asking how he does that?"
He stared at me for a moment; he seemed rather surprised that I had even asked. Smiling he shook his head. "You really aren't from around here, are you?"
Now I was confused………………
Evidently, it was showing because Lance just laughed and continued. "Do you know what a mutant is?" he asked me for a moment not seeming too tense, as I hadn't freaked at Pietro's speed. I mean for a guy controlling darkness I really had no right to be.
I wasn't too familiar with the term so I shook my head no. He tried again. "How about the X-gene?"
Now THAT got my attention. I leaned on the balls of my feet a little suddenly feeling very anxious. "Tell me more."
"SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO the WEATHER outside is FRIGHTFUL! And the fire is sooooooooooo delightful! Since we no place to GO, let it snow let it snow let it SNOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW-
"PIETRO SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" Lance yelled from upstairs to the teen that was already downstairs and bouncing at the thought of going ice-skating with his friends.
It was late at night and since Kitty had to help Xavier and the rest of the X-men prepare the mansion for the New Year's party tomorrow, the Brotherhood had decided to go ice-skating after they got back from the mall.
Wanda walked calmly down the stairs and over to her brother who was sporting a large grey hoodie and a black toboggan. He rubbed his gloved hands together and grinned.
"He's so FUN to irritate!" He laughed to his twin who rolled her eyes as she buttoned up her red jacket.
Opening her lipsticked mouth she yelled up to their friends, "LET'S GO! The Lake turns the light out at Midnight!"
Lance yelled something back down that indicated that "he wasn't ready and she needed to shut the fuck up" and she glared up the stairs. She glanced at her brother.
"Ignore what you hear," she told him as Pietro noticed she was getting on her ass whooping face.
"Hehe….I think I'm gonna go next door and see if Remus wants to join us. Yeah….that sounds like a good idea-bye Wanda!" Pietro sped out the door and away from his twin.
Walking over to Remus's house Pietro jogged up the stairs to notice the door creaked open and voices coming from inside.
"Awesome Dad! Can't believe you just rigged a muggle fireplace to Floo! Does this mean we can use our magic more freely since something in the house is? You know what never mind let me just call my friends and-"
Pietro, who was about zero percent body fat, no longer cared about eavesdropping and knocked on the door rather loudly.
"Ello-oh hey Pietro! What's up?" Remus responded seeing him at the door, he seemed rather nervous to the young mutant. When he noticed Pietro shivering he gently grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, surprised at how light he was to maneuver.
"Oh I was wondering if you wanted to come to the lake to go ice-skating with us-it's completely frozen over you-"
But he cut off his sentence as they reached the den just in time to see a gust of black smoke rise in the fireplace and a boy fall out. Two more soon followed. Pietro stood for a moment speechless, as all the boys looked rather frightened.
"-know so it's totally ice skating material. We're leaving in a few minutes." He finished his sentence after regaining his composure.
He squinted at the three boys in the living room and said, in a rather honest tone, "You guys might want to take a shower if you're coming."
Remus put on hand on his shoulder, "Wait Pietro what exactly did you see?"
Pietro sighed, "I saw your friends fall out of your fireplace wearing …robes which look really weird by the way. And no this isn't going to be one of those things where you continually ask me what I saw until I say nothing because I can totally take you."
Suddenly a boy drew out a piece of chiseled wood that Pietro guessed might have been a wand. When contorting his father's mind he had gotten gist of what he had been experimenting with and caught something about wizard, werewolves and magic. He thought he finally knew what the hell he had meant.
Pietro quickly dodged the blast of light headed toward him and zipped over and jerked the wands from each of their hands.
He wagged his finger at them, "That was rather rude." They gaped at him.
"Listen I know about the 'magical realm' or whatever you guys call it and I haven't told anyone so y'all should really chill."
"Yeah guys he's probably right." Remus told them, grateful that his father wasn't there at the moment. The other boys nodded as Remus turned to Pietro.
"How did you know?" he asked cautiously already so surprised that the boy that had caught his eye was a mutant, but now he knew about magic!
"Hehe….it's a rather interesting story….." He trailed rather nervously not wanting to reveal what he had done to his father in fear of scaring them.
"That's bloody wonderful now can we have our wands back?" one of the boys, with ear length black hair and light blues eyes asked. Pietro glared and clutched the wands to his chest.
"Hell no! How do I know you won't try to attack me?" He asked when the boy gave him a look as if to ask how they knew he wouldn't just zip away again. Pietro paused. "Of fine here." He said tossing them back.
Remus laughed, "I think we should come with you. I think this story might be something I want to hear."
Motioning to the boys who were, against regulations, using there wands to clear them of soot he began introductions.
"These are my friends Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. Guys this is Pietro Maximoff." He introduced.
Pietro nodded, "Yes well Lance is an ogre, Wanda's a witch and they will both skin me alive if we don't get going soon."
Remus nodded. "We'll take my dad's rental. Want a lift?" he asked to the surprise of the other boys.
Pietro laughed. "God yes! It's way too cold to be running my ass off out there."
Remus smiled, "Great, well just wait down here while we go upstairs and get some warmer clothes."
"Remus what the Hell? Where do you meet this people!" Sirius demanded with a shocked expression as Remus tossed a black sweater over his white buttoned up shirt and grey pants, grabbing some gloves he readjusted his glasses.
"He lives next door. I met him and his friend Lance yesterday. Lance is only eighteen and is apparently their legal guardian until someone decides to fight him for it. Though according to him they are all technically orphans." He informed Sirius who suddenly felt kind of bad.
"Guess what though?" he asked them, they looked at him quizzically.
"Wait…..do you really want us to guess?" James asked rather confused. Remus rolled his eyes. For being so smart his friends really could be quite daft sometimes.
"They're all carriers of the X-gene!" He told them as he watched their eyes get wide, "This is where it first broke out. Apparently Bayville, New York is, in a way-ground zero! They were publicly outed in a big fight and now there's this whole conflict all over America about them being dangerous and stuff so the mayor of Bayville's letting a mutant Prof. named Xavier have a New Year's Ball at his Mansion where he actually teaches mutant teenagers! Isn't that wild?"
"Extremely so." Peter nodded. "Why do you think we never heard of it." He asked them.
Sirius shrugged, "Well the ministry's been busy with all those anonymous threats that they haven't really been focusing on anything else."
James nodded grabbing his scarf before opening the door. "Let's go. I want to hear this kid's story as well."
Remus's eyes were trying desperately to stay focused on Pietro but he was never much of an ice skater and the ground was simply laughing at him as his attention switched between the dove haired teen and the clear ice.
"The truth is," Pietro began after the two of them had shaken off Remus's friends for the moment, "that I'm not exactly an orphan."
Remus's looked up surprised, "Really-whoa!" he slipped forward only to have Pietro grab the back of his shirt and lift him up.
"Ha nice job, maybe we should sit down." Pietro laughed lightly before grabbing Remus's shoulders and steering him towards the grass and across the crunchy snow to a dry bench.
Sighing as he sat down Remus looked across at all the lights that had been strung up around the frozen lake that added to the sort of festive season that lasted until winter was officially over. Which would be a while for New York.
"So you aren't an orphan?" Remus asked turning his attention back to Pietro.
The teen shook his head wondering why he didn't mind opening up to Remus so much.
"You see that girl right there?" he asked and Remus followed his finger to a girl with short black hair and was dressed to the teeth in red.
"Yeah what about her?" he asked curiously.
"That would be my twin sister Wanda." He told him matter-of-factly.
Remus laughed, "The witch right?" He watched as a bright smile lit on Pietro's face.
"You have no idea. The thing is that we used to live in Romania when we were young-I can hardly remember. But our father took us to live in the states-he's a mutant too. Wanda's powers had already emerged and mine were developing rather slowly. The reason hers had come so quickly was because he injected her with an extraction of the X-gene. At the time…he was trying to learn how to duplicate it. When he believed he had succeeded he injected it into me. By then I already had my powers. He was upset when it did nothing and even more upset when he learned that Wanda couldn't control her powers." Pietro paused for a moment to breath. He wasn't used to talking so slowly.
"What did he do?" Remus asked not understanding what kind of person would experiment on their child.
"He sent her to an insane asylum. Then he bunked me off with some foster families. I didn't see him again until I was sixteen and he busted me out of jail." Pietro sighed.
"What were you in jail for?" Remus asked not able to see Pietro behind bars.
"Being stupid and letting my rivalry with this idiot from my school get the better of me." He told him earnestly.
"So what did your dad want? And, if you don't mind me asking how did your sister get out of the asylum?" Remus fired at him.
Pietro looked over at his friends, "My father wanted me to come to New York and do his little evil bidding along with the others. That got kinda old considering they kept ditching us and leaving us on our own, Lance finally took charge and when my father and our ex-guardian disappeared again we just washed our hands clean of them. As for Wanda, well, said ex-guardian broke her out in order to have her track down and destroy our father. So much for that plan." He shrugged his shoulders.
"That's sounds like a soap opera." Remus confessed able to see the extreme irony in the situation.
Pietro laughed, "I know right? It's fucked up alright. Not too many people know all of that."
Remus looked at him for a moment. "So the replicated X-gene never had any effect on you." He asked.
"Actually it did. About a week ago. But I kinda don't want to talk about it right now." Pietro confessed.
Remus nodded, "I understand. Honestly, I think the same thing happened to me."
Shocked Pietro looked over at him. "You were the boy he meant." He said simply.
"What?" Remus wasn't quite sure how Pietro could know about him.
"Maybe I should tell you. You see when the injection finally made an effect it gave me the ability to give myself whatever power I wanted. My father got wind of it and came a knocking because this could obviously be useful to him right? Well………..I kinda wished for mind controlling powers to send him away and I……um noticed in his memories something about injecting the same thing into a boy to cure his being a werewolf. That was you wasn't it?" He asked.
Remus paused and then nodded, "I thought you might have known him but I didn't want to ask."
Pietro looked at him. "That musta been hella scary. Hey you heard my boring life story-your turn." He said punching him on the arm. "Spill."
Remus laughed, "Sure why not?"
"So what do you think your father is really up to?" He asked Pietro as the skated around the rink cautiously since Remus was having a bit of trouble. They had talked about a lot of things. Friends, families, school, even what it felt like to be discriminated against. For whatever reason.
"Hell if I know- I mean shit he's always up to one thing or another." Pietro said. Then he paused.
"Well….our principal is this major anti-mutant dick right? And he has this brother who's a senator and I'm pretty sure he and other's have the same beliefs…..for all I know Magneto might be trying to off them. That sounds like the shit he'd get his little posse to do." He contemplated.
Remus was happy that Pietro had filled him in on all of this so that he wasn't completely lost. There were mutants like themselves that could do things that even wizards couldn't dream of doing. It was rather frightening to be a part of.
"So are you still gonna talk to Xavier. Odds are that the moment you tell him you are and inexperienced mutant he'll try to recruit you to his little justice. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I mean if the shit goes down we might have to stick with them anyway." Pietro told him.
Remus paused. He had a feeling that this would be some climatic decision on who could best help him understand what he was experiencing and so far that person seemed to be Pietro. But he talked to Xavier anyway.
"I do kind of want to see where he comes from you know?" He asked the blue-eyed boy who nodded.
"No sweat I'll meet you there at the ball tomorrow at eight? Cool. I'll have Kitty introduce you to him." Pietro assured him.
"PIETRO! GET YOUR ASS IN THIS JEEP!" Lance hollered from across that lake. Pietro rolled his eyes and squeezed Remus's shoulder.
"Night Remus, see ya tommorrow." That said he skated off to his friends. Watching him go Remus did the same.
"Well you two are awfully buddy buddy." Sirius said somewhat sourly.
Remus nodded, "We have a few things in common. Let's head back and not get any sleep alright?"
The others grinned and nodded, "Oh how've I've missed you all!"
DigitalAngel4U: Well that's was a relatively pointless chapter huh? But I have plenty of ideas on how to bring our favorite villains together! Let me know what you think. Good, Bad all is welcome!