AN: Before the fic I would like to show you all this glorious piece of mail that I got, which is a review from one of you readers.

The following review has been submitted to: Of Slings and Arrows

Chapter: 7

From: japanese-jew (

wut? Am very confuzzled, but its a good cliffie. Continue w/ this

trend, its ok if u don't have long chappies as long as its regular.

(Don't give a set date, just keep keepin on.)

Sniff now THAT was a great review! No pressure, good advice and totally awesome! You all should lean from this dude or dudette!

Coolwierdo: Their comin I just need to do a bit of filler in between the chapters I have and I should be set for Christmas!

DemonicK: Thank you! After reading literally thousands of Harry Potter Fanfics it becomes difficult to come up with an Original Idea!

That's pretty much it and I'm want to say that I'm not going to turn into one of those authors that demand like 10 reviews before they put up the next chapter. That's cruel. But I would appreciate some more critical reviews, I'm a very self conscious person and I'm always worrying if I'm doing this right. Some reviews would definitely help!

Anyways on the story!

Chapter seven

The blur

Warning, this chapter has a big shock at the end, please make sure your sitting!

The last thing he would remember would be the strange black shadow that had appeared above them.

The following days, Harry would remember as the blur. It was a series of flashes, memories, nightmares, and reality strung together. The courtroom, filled with accusing eyes, full of hate. A hand softly brushing a hair away from his fevered forehead. Cedric screaming at him that it was his fault that he was dead. A soft hand in his, giving it a squeeze every now and then. Waiting, waiting for his friends to come, as he watched hungrily as the prisoner three cells over accepted his mothers hugs. His Aunt screaming, as he felt like he was flying apart. And a great explosion and the sound of his own voice scearming in pain.Voices mixed together, accusing, yelling, but then soft questioning, soothing.

Harry strained to stay with that voice. '…onger? He's be- wo weeks!' He fought against the fog that had filled his mind, struggling to stay with the voice. '.. on Jack, come back.. –eave us…Harry'

He felt the hand pull away from his and he panicked. 'No!' He thought desperately, 'no don't go! Please!' He fought the exhaustion, and the pull to relax and let the fog claim him again. 'Come on! Just open your damn eyes!' He didn't remember the act of opening his eyes being so very hard before. He gave himself a little mental victory cheer as he felt his eyes responding, and that cheer was quickly silenced when the blinding white light invaded his senses. He heard someone moan and was surprised to discover it was him. Shortly after something was placed to his lips, and he felt cool liquid grace his mouth. He drank greedily, whatever it was soothing his parched mouth.

The cup was pulled away and he tried to open his eyes, this time with better results. The room was fuzzy, and whomever had given him the water, or whatever that was, had left. But soon his vision focused into a rough haze at the corners of his vision. One of the only gains he seemed to have gotten during his visit in Azkaban, was his vision. For months he had suffered from migraines due to his poor sight, but it had cleared up, along with his vision. He couldn't explain it and there had been no one to ask, so he had counted it as a blessing in his suffering.

The first thought he had was 'white'. Blinding white. Filling his head with memories. Having to grow his arm back, Hermione's petrified body, mountains of candy and chocolate from his friends… His heart clenched painfully at that thought.

Then there was that insistent beeping! He turned his head to see an array of medical machines, all of them disguising the beeping culprit. 'Definitely not a widarding infirmary then'

The rest of the assessment of his whereabouts was halted though, by the entrance of to people through the door to his right. The first, he noticed was a man in a wheelchair, although Harry could not see any injuries on him, and he was not exactly dressed in patient garb like himself. The other was a woman with soft mocha skin and just oozed maternal warmth. It was this one that walked swiftly over to him and helped ease him up into a sitting position. She gently took his hand and asked him how he was feeling, but he could only stare at her and her beautifully kind face.

The sound of the other man clearing his throat drew his attention and he looked at the man with confusion.

"Its good to see you awake Mr. Potter. You have been asleep for a little more than two weeks. I believe you gave poor Zero quite a fright." He said with a chuckle before becoming serious again.

Harry frowned as he remembered the girl. She said she was going to take him to that muggle man. Well he was obviously with muggles now, but, "Where am I?"

"You are safe here now Harry." Said the man gently, "May I welcome you to the 'Xavier Institute for gifted youngsters'"

AN: HA! Who saw that coming? Lol yes its going to be a crossover but I hope it will be a tasteful one. I have read too many x-men crossovers to have them become totally unbelievable, or just plain stupid. This one I pray will never turn out like that.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all relating Harry Potter characters and scenes do not belong to me. Nor does X-men belong to me. They belong to the wonderful people at marvel