Harry Potter is the White Prince
Chapter 2
A/N: Yes, I know. Please place your torches and pitchforks aside, ladies and gentlemen. I admit, I have been enduring a writer's block, as well as being lazy, so please, if you wish to criticize me, you are welcome to do so!
Now, however, I'm back! And with good news! My college schedule has no classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, thus enabling time for me to write more. This was mostly impossible last fall since I kept being a moron and refused to change my schedule. Now however since I have time, I have chosen to continue.
(Update from 2020: Classes are now online and I work on them for the week, although I'm still a lazy son of a bitch and sometimes procrastinate a lot. I also work on Tuesday-Thursday from 8 in the morning to 1:30 in the afternoon. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I have been enduring the lack of feeling to write, so I can't really promise I'll hold onto a schedule. I don't want to put your feelings all on high alert, only to suddenly not update for god-knows how long. So if I update, I'll just update. Maybe perhaps it'll be more fun than just thinking of ideas.)
Also, this chapter will start off a little slow, before we find ourselves into a mall for plot reasons. There will be several real-life locations mentioned in the story, primarily to stay in tune with the timeline, and close off some continunity errors. Just don't expect specific elements from Marvel comics to be all within this story, some will be present, and some won't, since Marvel comics are mostly within a floating timeline. I'll try my best, but don't please don't expect it to be perfect.
Anyway, let's get started.
England...
July 23rd, 1994, 7:45pm...
It had been a long drive, one that Harry felt he could have easily taken a nap in, but he didn't. The limo had went on and on, trying to slide out of the large neighborhood before reaching south or possibly even west of the small county. It had been a ride, but ultimately, the limo soon stopped.
"I guess we're not going to enter a magically hidden area, are we?" He wondered as he looked at Emma.
Emma had spent the following drive just being quiet and maintaining her view of the road. She looked pretty tired as well, but she seemed more than energized enough to watch where she was going. It was pretty late after all.
She looked at Harry again, the first time in a very long time, and sighed. "No, honey." She said softly, "We're going to be staying in a hotel room for the night."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Hotel?"
Emma nodded, rubbing her eye. "Shortly after I arrived here, I decided to rent a hotel room for the night. It's really just a more fancy room with much more room than a usual one." She rubbed the back of her head, yawning. "It's at the top of the complex building, but a simple elevator should get us there in no time."
Harry looked at the windshield, much of the outside being difficult to see with how pitch black the outdoors seemed to be, and the lack of street lamps only worsened the odds. "Okay?" He asked, "But where exactly are we staying at?"
Emma turned the car lights on, showing a bit of the building in front of them. Harry was surprised at what he saw. In front of them, was a building with the paint of gold. Inside of the building seemed to be people enjoying either a delicious drink, or eating a quiet meal. They all seemed at peace, enjoying glasses of wine, but also managing to stay sober at the stand. It was populated, but not marvelously crowded. "Britannia Hotels, one of the finest hotels in the UK since the late 1970s." Emma stated with a smile.
Harry was in awe as he looked at the building complex. "My...Merlin, it's beautiful."
"It truly is, Harry. It truly is." She turned off the car, unlocking the trunk before she did. "Let's get the luggage out of the trunk and get settled into our room. Then, we can go down to eat."
2 hours later...
After reaching the room that they would be staying in for the night, Harry and Emma managed to go down to the restaurant to enjoy a quiet, and delicious dinner. Harry had to admit, this was one of the nicest places to be inside of the muggle world, even if it seemed to be one of the few times he would see it in England. He thankfully managed to get a delicious italian cuisine to eat for his dinner, enjoying each bite. It felt a bit of a dream that, despite being in the muggle world, he wasn't being shamed upon. Then again, little to none outside of the neighborhood and Wizarding World knew him, so it felt like a nice relief that he wasn't being seen as someone insane or incredible fame.
After a nice and quiet night, he returned upstairs with his adoptive aunt. As he did so, he remembered what Petunia told him just before he got into the limo, about that she wanted to join his mother to the wizarding world, but she wasn't allowed to. It made sense as to why she would be upset, because her mother was constantly liked for her talents, but later leave while feeling like an outcast, although Harry didn't forgive her for it. What made the bite though was that she didn't hate his mother, but that she felt hurt and jealous, he believed he just hated her and wanted her out of existence entirely.
"Things are different than how we've seem them, aren't they, Harry?" Emma spoke, nearly making Harry jump at the sudden response.
"Uh, what? What are you talking about?" Harry wondered, shocked at her unexpected words.
Emma blinked. "Oh...I think I owe you an explanation." She began. "I read your thoughts."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How did you manage to do that? You don't even have a wand, so you couldn't cast magic."
Emma bit her lip for a moment, her eyes twitching a little around, as if a clock was ticking in her head. Once her mind was put to it, she looked back at him. "Well, you see Harry, it's not exactly magic that I was doing when I read your thoughts. I managed to do so because I am telepathic."
That didn't make Harry anymore comfortable, his eyes raised in a pure form of shock. "What?"
Emma sighed, feeling like this wouldn't be a simple explanation for her nephew, since he probably never met a mutant before. "Harry, you may not be able to relate to this, since your mother and father were not like me. I am a mutant, I, along with one of my sisters, Adrienne, were born with telepathic abilities. They didn't begin to develop until I reached puberty sometime in my school years."
Harry didn't exactly understand what Emma was talking about. "So, what exactly is a telepath? I never heard of one before, or even read about one either."
Emma tapped a finger to Harry's head. "A telepath mostly is someone who can read minds, hearing the thoughts of others, even broadcasting them like a satelite dish. I, however have much more power than that. I can use my powers for other purposes such as mind-control, or alter perception and memories. It's how I responded to you despite me not talking to you, I read your mind."
Harry didn't feel anymore comfortable. "So you can trick people into seeing something that's not true? Or force them to do something they don't?" He was beginning to fear if she was controlling him, and yet he wasn't aware.
"I'm not." Emma stated. "You likely would feel a pull on your mind if I was."
Harry glared at her. "I really hope you're not lying to me." Harry seriously didn't want to be feeling like he was being given a complete illusion of freedom when secretly it was a trick to get him in the hands of an enemy.
"I promise you Harry, I'm not lying to you or controlling you." Emma swore. "I promised your mother I would look after you, and I will stick to that promise, mainly because she was one of the two good people in my life."
"So you're doing it because-what?" Harry originally began, only to suddenly stop. "One of the two good people in your life?" He scratched his head, his messy hair interlocking with his fingers.
Emma nodded. "My life wasn't exactly a good one, Harry. Your mother was one of the few good things I had, although that didn't change with much of the other events that had happened in my life." She nearly felt the brink of crying, but she took a deep breath instead. "But as I said, I promised your mother I would look after you, and since we were close, I'm going to keep that promise."
Harry nodded, although it felt a bit sketchy to him. "You seem believable for the most part, but I feel something is being left out."
Emma took a good look at the boy, feeling love for him as she smiled. "I promise I will explain everything overtime, Harry. I did give you a summary back at Privet Drive, but you'll get nearly everything before you are 18."
Harry nodded. "I hope you keep your word. I trust you, but not everything is certain." He then remembered Gringotts, the name of that place rang into his head like a loud bell. "You know what? I'm thinking of going to Gringotts tomorrow, to see if what you told me is true."
"That is alright, Harry. I was hoping to do as well." Emma understood. "I understand that you want to be certain since we just met today. I promise heavily that I never lied to you, and you'll find what you're looking for."
Harry nodded. "I doubt you're lying to me, considering how you knew my mother, and Sirius would have been among the people that my father wanted to have look after me." He sighs. "Poor man, still hasn't gotten a trial for something he hasn't done."
"What does he need a trial for?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, I...haven't kept in touch with everything going on in the Wizarding World here."
And with that, Harry went on about how his godfather, Sirius, was placed in Azakban for being framed of murdering 12 muggles, a crime he didn't commit. The real culprit, and also the same one responsible for revealing Lily and James' location to Lord Voldemort, was Peter Pettigrew, who for a very long time, posed as Ron Weasley's pet rat named Scabbers. He was denied a trial, instead sent straight to prison, and had been in there for 12 long years, where he nearly lost his sanity, only escaping by using his animagus form to slip through his cell and past dementors, before swimming back to mainland. He was viewed as a criminal, most believing that he was planning to murder Harry in an attempt to bring Voldemort back to power. It wasn't until late in the year, when Ron, Hermonie and Harry were brought to the Shrieking Shack where the truth was revealed, and Harry tried to save Sirius from gaining the Dementor's kiss. Using a time-turner, Hermonie and Harry went back in time and helped Sirius escape, allowing him to ride Buckbeak, a hippogriff that was also saved that same night, out of jurisdiction. And since then, he had been living secretly.
Emma was beyond mad. "Those bastards. He was framed for a crime he didn't commit, and yet they never gave him a chance to explain himself! This is why I don't get involved with the wizarding world." She couldn't believe that her adopted brother-in-law's friend, one who was trustworthy, would be given no chance and instead treated like a full-born criminal. She nearly wanted to just leave and give all the mental trauma she could with her powers onto Cornelius Fudge, but she put her face into her gloved hands. This entire situation reminded her of what happened to her brother, Christian, who needed help after he started falling into depression and needed to be clean of drinking and substance abuse, but no, instead he got sent away somewhere because of his sexuality, no chance whatsoever. History had a thing of repeating itself in a dark corridor.
"Yeah." Harry agreed, as he started getting onto one of the beds, "It was a crime what the Ministry did to him. Denying him a chance to stand trial and explain himself, and making him suffer for 12 years. It was a surprise he was still mentally capable of holding himself together with everything that happened to him." He was glad Hedwig was still within the rented car, since a distraction wasn't something that he wanted right at this very moment. Just before he had gone to sleep, there was one more thought that had crossed his mind. "Wait. Emma, when...how do you know about the Wizarding World to begin with if you weren't one to know how to use magic?"
"Your mother and I kept in touch, even after she graduated from Hogwarts. She said to me that although..." she paused, a tint of anger spewing out when she expressed the following word, "dad, demanded that she keep attending the school or else he would send her away for 'uncontrollable inhuman abilities', it wasn't something that she was worried about since she liked attending there. It gave off somewhat of the opposite effect he tried to put on her. Also, magic is present within the United States, where I reside. It's just that mutants and the witches and wizards there for the most part don't get along and from time to time have had conflicts with one another." Emma didn't really care all of that much regarding the conflict between mutants with magic and magical beings, but she certainly wasn't going to be friendly and surrender if they demanded her to just keep magic out of the eyes of non-magical people.
"So...these, mutants...they've been fighting the witches and wizards working and living there?" Harry wondered, trying to put the pieces together.
Emma nodded. "The Magical Congress of the United States has had several conflicts with superhumans and mutants. It goes back to years. The congress wants to keep anything magical related or anything from the Wizarding World under wraps, left known to no one within the non-magical community, which is why they've tried to do as many actions as possible to ensure that it's kept that way. Mutants, and non-magical users, on the other hand, have seen that as oppression and some have argued that magic can be used to help society and shouldn't be something kept hidden, but those who want to use it should only be trained in how to benefit the world. They understand why the magical community would want certain things away from people who don't have magic, but they don't approve of how it's being done. Because of this viewpoint, most of the non-magical people in the country are primarily within the support of Mutants. Frank Castle even killed some of them for breaking and entering into some of the civilian's homes just so they could erase their memories of what they saw down on the street." She remembered seeing the report of one of the wizard's being tied to the tree with their bodies being disemboweled and what looked like their stomach was stomped on and squashed. It was a satisfying read for her in the paper.
Harry, on the other hand, was very surprised to be hearing about what the Wizarding Community in the United States was doing, making him wonder if some of those actions were also happening within England right now. "Who is Frank Castle?" He asked, remembering the name.
"I don't know much about the man." Emma confessed, "What I know is that he was a war veteran, and part of his reason for hunting down and killing criminals is because of the loss of his family by the mob. I will say, I like what he's doing since he won't allow any kind of criminal walk off empty-handed." She gave off a small smirk.
"But killing people...isn't that akin to the Dark Arts?" Harry asked.
"Most of the people Castle hunts down are those who have done the worst humanity can deliver, and once he has them on his list, there isn't much of an argument to make them seem more sympathetic." Emma started getting onto the bed next to Harry, as she wanted to have enough sleep to catch the flight.
"Still, that just sounds really wrong." Harry said, almost ready to take off his glasses. "Wait, if you live in the United States, does that mean you're taking me there?" It didn't take long for him to put those two things together.
Emma gave a nod, which almost made Harry spring off of the bed. "Then what's going to happen? I-"
Emma put a finger to her lips. "Ssshh. There's other people here who could hear you."
Harry angrily groaned, before he sighed and whispered quietly. "Sorry. But still, what is going to happen? I'm happy to be gone of the Dursleys, but I need to stay. Hogwarts is starting up soon, and I don't want to miss anything." What he said was true, but the words he once told Dobby that 'Hogwarts is my home' was virtually imprinted, since right now he didn't want to just randomly depart from it all because he was going to another country.
Emma figured he would say something like that, since he had probably gone there for at least 3 years by now. "I'm going to try and get in contact with someone back in the US and see if we can work something out to ensure that you can continue your education." Although she didn't sound like it, Emma was a bit reluctant on telling Harry this since she wasn't very trusting of Dumbledore, but she didn't want to disappoint her nephew just yet.
"I'll also try and find a spot for you in Xavier Institute, Scott and I will talk about it once I get back to New York. Hopefully we either find someone to help improve your magic abilities, or find a way to help excel in your abilities at the Institute." Emma was a bit glad that the school was currently functioning with her being one of the co-heads, but she'd need to think of something quick.
Harry nodded, a slight bit of frustration since this wasn't something he had thought about until now. Maybe Ron and Hermonie will come visit him at least once before they needed to get back to schooling again. "Xavier Institute?" He asked before he would be going to sleep.
"Yes, Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, to be more specific. Charles Xavier, the founder of the school, left quietly to rebuild Genosha. Scott Summers and I rebuilt the school and became the co-headmasters. It just got finished being rebuilt 2 weeks ago." Emma let out a small yawn, as she was ready to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. "Let's get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and we're going shopping so you have clothes to wear, alright?"
Harry had some more questions on his mind, like what Genosha actually was, who was this Xavier character, and where they would be residing, but he decided that should wait for another night, his head had a lot to process right now, and he was getting tired rather quickly. "Alright. I've got a lot on my plate, anyway." He took off his glasses and kept them at this side, before he put his head onto the pillow and fell asleep, sleeping on his left side. With that, Emma turned the lamp off, and she laid down onto the bed, leaving the other one empty, and she turned to look at the sleeping boy onto her left. Something about the boy just seemed so innocent, which may have been with how quiet he was while he slept. Maybe it was just the fact that she had managed to succeed and find Lily's son at last, like she had promised she would find after learning where he was.
Emma slid her body a little closer to Harry, and gently wrapped her right arm around him, looking at him with a smile of happiness. She had never felt much of this feeling before, but for among the few times in her life, she felt at peace holding another person. Someone she loved, and now was responsible for, was in her arms, and she was holding him, lovingly.
'Harry,' Emma thought to herself, 'I think because of something your mother gave me permission for, as well as my love for you, that I want you to become my child.' Emma knew what exactly she needed in order to make that happen. Quietly, she looked over to her side, and saw that underneath the nightstand in the room, her purse was being kept underneath the nightstand's shadow. That didn't bother Emma much, though, she was capable of seeing it since it was close by, and the moonlight managed to help show where it was placed.
Carefully, Emma removed her right hand from Harry, and she slid over onto her side to reach for her purse, before she slipped it open and reached inside. After a moment of searching, she managed to locate a hypodermic needle, which seemed to be full. She also took out a tiny alcoholic pad, before she zipped her purse shut and put the purse back in its spot. She then took a good look at the needle in her hand, seeing that the needle was full, and had her blood inside. The syringe had a purple glow onto it, indicating that an enchantment had been applied to it prior to Emma meeting Harry, although most would not know how it happened, when it happened, or how long. With what she was looking for, Emma quietly slid back into her spot and moved slightly above Harry, breathing through her nose that everything will go as she hoped it would. She took one look at Harry's neck, and saw a blood vein nearby, an exact target that she was looking for. Smiling to herself, she took one of the alcoholic dabs, and quickly dabbed Harry's neck. She then slowly inserted the syringe into his neck, and injected the blood into his neck. If what her sister told her about the enchantment was true, Harry would be completely fine in the morning. "My son," She whispered with happiness in her voice, removing the syringe and placing it back into her purse, hoping to discard it soon, "You are going to make me proud." Emma then placed her arm around Harry again, and fell asleep.
Normally, with a situation like this one, Emma's actions would have caused Harry to die in his sleep, since the wrong blood type would have caused Harry to choke to death. However, because an enchantment had been casted, Harry was in no means of dying anytime soon. But that didn't change the feelings that had happened that night. As Harry had slept, after the needle had been removed from his neck, he began to feel multiple tiny jabs of pain all over his body, like multiple small knives were stabbing him on the inside, wanting to cause even the smallest of cuts. Although this wasn't a long-term pain, the feeling of knives made Harry feel slightly uncomfortable as he slept, making him cause small groaning noises in his sleep. Fortunately, after about half an hour of feeling knives going all over him, the pain had stopped, and Harry found himself sleeping peacefully once more.
July 24th, 1994, 7:45am...
Harry had found himself waking up to a bit of a cough, which he had to cover with his arm since the cough was becoming a bit more painful. After letting out a hard cough, he blinked his eyes open, seeing that he was in the hotel room that his Aunt Emma had rented for the night. 'I guess this wasn't a dream after all.', he thought to himself. Although he still had some questions involving his new aunt, he was glad in the end that what he had experienced wasn't a dream, as he was pleased he would no longer have to endure the Dursleys' again. Things might be going very well for him down the line, but he would have to wait and let things play out.
Harry let out a quiet yawn, and reached for his glasses, putting them on as he slowly rose off of the bed. He realized that Emma had left her arm wrapped around him, so he quietly removed her arm and relocated it further down the mattress. He then got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He still wasn't completely onboard with going to another country that was going to be far away from Hogwarts, but he decided something might be done to help him continue attending, as well as see the benefit of traveling.
Unknown to Harry however, his body had undergone several physical changes. While his hair for the most part was still short, messy, and black, he now had numerous blonde streaks in his hair, his eyes were still green, but now were jade green instead of emerald. And his body, seemed to have grown some muscle, like his biceps and legs had some muscle growth to them. Harry didn't notice these, since he couldn't see them, nor did he feel much of the new muscles he had grown.
Regardless, Harry entered the hotel room's bathroom and started getting a shower, feeling relaxed and at ease, before he got out and started to brush his teeth. However, just as he started, he looked into the mirror and froze. It was then that he noticed the changes that had happened. He let go of his toothbrush, even though it was still in his mouth, and he started touching his face and looking at the changes in front of him. He even touched his chest and was surprised at the new feel. To say he was simply surprised at the new look would be an understatement, but he was also horrified at how this managed to happen. Although he mostly looked the same as before, the new changes were just out of nowhere for him. "What just happened to me?!" He said, a little louder than he would usually expect, staring at himself. A moment later, he noticed that Emma had been staring in the doorway, smiling at her 'son' as he took a good look at himself.
"Good morning, Harry." Emma said, softly.
Harry slowly turned around to look at her. "Aunt Emma, what just happened? Several things about me have changed, and I have no idea why!"
Emma noticed the tone of his voice, and she sighed. 'He was probably going to ask, anyway.' She then took a good look at Harry, stepping into the bathroom. "Harry, sometime after your mother was informed by Dumbledore about...a prophecy, regarding your fame as The Boy-Who-Lived, I was among the many to be asked to look after you. One of the ways your mother allowed me to adopt you and be under my care was by the usage of blood adoption, which can be done in many ways, including the enchantment of a syringe. You see how your eyes are a different shade of green, that some of your hair is now my hair color, and your body had some development in muscle? That would be due to the blood adoption that happened last night. I did it as you and I slept since I thought it would be a good time to get it out of the way."
Harry returned his gaze to the mirror again, shocked at what he had heard. "Oh my god." He said very quietly, looking at Emma and himself once more. "So my mother allowed this? In case if you took me in?" Emma nodded once. Harry's heart began to spike up, feeling an increased amount of annoyance with his new aunt. "Why didn't you at least ask me?"
"I thought I should have gotten it done and over with since you agreed to be under my care." Emma justified, looking a little disappointed at Harry.
"I felt like I was being stabbed with multiple small knives, Aunt Emma!" Harry argued, feeling a bit irritated at her. "You can't just do things without permission! I could have died and you wouldn't have even known!" Harry laid his face into his hands, his elbows hanging onto the side of the bathroom sink. "And god knows what else you might have put in my body! What's next, am I going to have some kind of laser shoot out of my scar?!" He quietly left his face into his hands, trying to regain himself with the frustration he had.
Emma, who only remained quiet as he ranted, smiled again after he ended his rant. "You're right, I should have asked you if you wanted to have this happen or not. I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. However, with what had just happened, I can't reverse the changes that were made. I know that does get frustrating when you are forced to have something done without your consent." Although she did look and sound a little upset for her action, Emma was confident that he would get over what she had done, even though she loved him.
"It's alright." Harry breathed, "Just...please don't do things without me asking. I...REALLY don't like that." Emma's smile widened a little, her prediction came as she expected. "So...this blood adoption...thing, does that mean I'm now biologically related to you?"
"From what your mother told me years ago, yes." Emma confirmed, gently squeezing his shoulder. "Please understand Harry, I never did this to do something like get back at your parents, I never hated Lily, I cared for her very much."
Harry wiped her hand off of him. "I really hope what you're saying is true right now. Let's just get on with it." He asked, letting out a sigh of annoyance. Emma simply nodded, and she waited for him to exit the bathroom.
3 hours later...
After they had gotten washed for the day, Emma and Harry checked out of the hotel and had went to a restaurant for breakfast. After that, she drove him to the shopping district and proceeded to accompany him as he looked over various suits of clothing. It was when he was in the clothing area that he started speaking again, since he had spent most of the morning following the moment in the bathroom in silence, a bit annoyed, but he was beginning to improve his mood. He looked over various medium sized clothing, which for the time being would be what he should be looking for before if he were to grow taller; head straight for large-sized clothing.
As Harry started to test out the clothing, he mostly tried to stick close to Emma. Although he wasn't the most muscular guy on Earth, his muscles were a bit noticeable underneath his shirt, and a few girls took notice. Thankfully, Emma kept them away using Mind allusions. It was that one moment where Harry felt glad for the first time in his life that his new aunt was a mutant.
As the time had passed, Harry had tried on various pairs of clothing. He tried on suits, a few of which were colored white per Emma's suggestion, cargo pants, T-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, a few pairs of sweatpants, and a couple of different shoes. He didn't care that much for clothing, but he admitted that it was nice to have a bigger wardrobe, especially with him no longer living with mainly Dudley's hand-me-downs. "I guess it is true that the clothes make the man." Emma once said as he looked at himself in a mirror, and for the first time in his life, Harry smiled a little, having some confidence within himself.
Emma then paid the clothing for him, which seemed like it was nearly 20 pairs, but she told him that he would benefit from the amount of clothes in the long run. As the two were leaving the district however, Harry suddenly felt a sharp tug of pain, slightly above his navel, and he almost fell down. Emma didn't seem to react in time, before he had run off and into a nearby bathroom. "Harry, wait!" She called, chasing after him.
But Harry didn't stop. Once he ran into the restroom, which luckily for him, was currently empty, he ran into the stall that was at the very end of the other side of the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. As he stood on the toilet, he saw that his skin was crystalizing, like he was losing his humanity and about to become nothing more but a diamond statue. "NO! No, no! No! NO!" He shouted, getting terrified at what was going on.
As he was panicking over what was going to happen next, Emma was about to enter the restroom, but before she could even set her foot into the pathway, a security guard immediately ran up and stood in her path. "Ma'im, I don't know what you're thinking, or trying to do, but rules are rules. You cannot go in there." He told her. Emma's eye twitched at the man, she knew that she couldn't regularly enter the men's room, but her nephew was in there, and she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way in his time of crisis. Quickly, she activated her telepathic abilities, and touched the man's brow before he could react. Within seconds of touching his brow, the guard seemed to squirm in pain, groaning painfully like he had never felt before, causing him to tear up as he fell down next to the wall. With the guard out of the way, Emma walked into the restroom.
"Harry?" She called.
"Uh..." Harry stuttered, feeling very uncomfortable at the moment, "I'm...I'm fine, Auntie." He said, weakly.
"No, you're not, you're trying to hide. Now get out here!" She demanded, tapping her foot.
"No, please..." Harry begged.
"If you don't come out here right now," Emma slowly turned into her organic diamond form, preparing herself in case of any further objection. "I'm going to tear the door off of the stall!"
Harry sighed, knowing that things weren't going to end well, and he felt that things would only get worse if he kept hidden in the stall. "Alright. I'll come out." He declared. Slowly, he unlocked the door to the stall, and stepped out of it, seeing Emma in her crystalized form surprised.
'Hmm. The blood adoption probably allowed him to inherit my powers.' Emma wasn't sure why her new son now had an organic diamond form, but if Harry had access to this ability, it's very likely he would have more of her abilities in his possession. "Harry, just breathe. Take a deep breath and find your bearings. It will help you return to your human form." She had to admit, Harry looked cute in his diamond form. Like her, he was almost completely white, and his eyes were completely blood red, making sense with his new organic diamond form. The main difference was that because most of his hair was black, it was now a light shade of grey, although the hairs that were blonde were completely white.
Slowly, Harry found himself changing back into his human form, a sigh of relief coming out of his lips. "Come on, you and I should have a talk." His aunt said, and he nodded.
Shortly afterwards, they went somewhere to have lunch, finding themselves in a private section of the district. "I thought you were a telepath." Harry looked at Emma.
"I am." She admitted, "It's just that I have a few more additional powers. A few years back Harry, I underwent a body-wide mutation, which allowed me to have an organic diamond form, which I can access if I wish. I can't use my telepathy when I'm in this form, but I have access to increased strength, speed, durability, and psychics can't tap into my mind. It helps me at the times when taking down strong enemies."
Harry was still confused at how he could have some of her powers despite not being related to her by birth, and never having access to these kind of powers before, so how could this be happening?
"I can only assume it was due to the blood adoption." She told him, responding to his thoughts. Harry nearly jumped, he would have to remember that as a telepath, she was perfectly capable of reading his mind. But it wasn't helping that he could the thoughts of multiple people at once, which is why he had to be somewhere more quiet.
"Just great, just absolutely great! First, I get this random aunt who I don't know about until now who knows about my mother. Then, I found out she blood adopted me without telling me, and now, I have powers that I can't even control. What a way to go on with the day." He groaned, he was starting to wish this entire thing was a dream.
"I really wanted you as my son, because I promised your mother I would take care of you as if you were my own. I didn't mean to leave you with all of these abilities and not know how to take care of them, Harry. I'm really sorry for not being there for most of your life, as well as the burden you are going through, but I never did any of this to make your life horrible." Emma breathed sadly, relating to the situation she originally found herself in when her telepathic abilities started. Despite doing a lot of bad things earlier in her life, she by NO intent was trying to put Harry into more misery, it would be spitting on Lily's grave if she had done that.
Harry groaned again. He understood why Emma did the thing she did, and understood that because she promised to raise him as her own, that it was okay to make him her own, but it didn't change the situation he was in, or the mental pain he found himself stuck in. "Aunt...Aunt Emma, I understand what you're telling me, this is just frustrating."
Emma nodded sadly. "I know, Harry. I know."
After a moment of quietness, nothing being exchanged, and just total bliss with no one nearby, Harry turned around to look at her. "Will you help me learn how to control these new abilities?"
Emma nodded. She would have said that she would do so because he was now her child, but that just didn't sound right. "Of course. I'm not going to leave you to handle this by yourself." With that, Harry gave a small nod, and he slowly walked up to her, and hugged her, feeling some contempt. Quietly, she hugged him back, stroking his hair.
A/N: Alright, this chapter is over. Not much to say for this, other than I decided to look back on the second half of the chapter from the original take, and decided to flesh it out some more and make it feel more realistic.
I have decided that when it comes to the Marvel Universe, that the events would take place when Emma and Scott are the headmasters of Xavier Institution for Higher Learning, meaning she'd be an ally for the X-Men. I hope this clarifies LadyPhoenix68's question, although this will be a bit difficult to implement because of the floating timeline. Because of this, like in the original versions, the Stepford Cuckoos will be appearing in the story, although it will only be the Three-In-One since this is long before Esme and Sophie were brought back again.
I also added in the idea of a conflict between the Magical Community and the Mutants and Superhumans in the United States because I thought about Earthly Entity's confusion about how Emma would know about Hogwarts despite knowledge of that being closed off from the non-magical folks, besides other magical beings possibly knowing about it. Please let me know in the reviews if you want this idea explored or not, I was trying to think of something to help explain why those not involved in the magical community had knowledge that they wouldn't usually know. Considering this has both Marvel and Magical Communities, which both worlds have magical users, I thought that they would have somewhat opposing views about magic, as well as how it should be used. If you folks want this to be dropped, I will, but it was the only idea I could come up with.
Lastly, I am going to probably have a few hints here and there that impact Harry's character, like mental health or how the events of the story over time cause him to become a darker anti-hero. I personally found it strange that although Harry was abused by his relatives that he managed in general to stay well-adjusted despite a decade of forced work and pain, as well as how little both muggles and the magical community did to help improve his living conditions. I'm going to make this brief to anyone who wants to write fiction, if you're going to have a character, especially if they're a supporting or main character, and one of the things they had to go through was child abuse, please show or at least drop some hints about the character that show of how the abuse had impacted them. I was personally abused a few times in my childhood, and it's why for a few years of my life I treated people like shit. I also thought of Harry getting darker because Emma Frost herself is an anti-hero that's among type IV and V, but let me ultimately know in the reviews what you all think.
Anyway, good luck out there to all of you, and enjoy some rest. This pandemic is not going to be easy living with, but I hope we can make it through this kind of shit. Keep kicking ass, and I'll see you on the battlefield. This is computerman275 signing off.
