Reap What You Sow
A Harry Potter/X-Men Crossover Story
Chapter Two
Author Note/Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Harry Potter; it was created by J.K. Rowling. I also do not own anything of the Marvel world, mostly X-Men characters; they were created by many other people, too many to name. I also don't own anything from the movies. This story will be set before the first X-Men movie and well, the HP books are going to be hard to explain, but you will see what I mean in the story later. This story will also have some comic book references in it, mostly about battles and character past. So don't be alarmed if you don't know some of these characters that may or may not appear. If you have any questions about this story, just let me know. I'm more than willing to help you with any questions.
Harry was born in the year 1976, on October 30th. John was born July 31st, 1980 and is the younger brother to Harry. Lily Potter and James Potter were still born in 1960. They were like most teenagers these days and had Harry when they were sixteen. Harry was mostly raised by his grandparents, Cassiopeia and Jonathan Potter while his parents still went to school. (I've never read a story where Lily and James had a child young) This also gets Harry to see his parents as 'teenagers' still.
You will learn why Harry's name was changed when he gets 'adopted'.
Updated 11/02/12 - This chapter/story is un-beta'd at the moment. So if you find any errors, that's why.
Summary: Little Harry Potter had, had a good childhood, with his grandparents that is. At an early age, James Potter and Lily Evans had a son, at the age of sixteen. Who was born as a 'bastard' child, as their parents had never been married. Over the years of growing up, Harry rarely saw his parents, as they were still teenagers and livign the experience, before they began their fight against Voldemort.
At the age of five, little Harry watches as his grandparents, those he loved and cherished so very much, die by the wand of Lord Voldemort, leaving the small child scared and traumatized. Not even six months later, little Harry is finally cast aside, and left at people who despised 'freaks' like him. Before long, six year old Harry is taken from the nasty people and given a home to be cared and loved for, or did he really? Little Harry has dark secrets, and an even darker personality hidden within, just waiting to be locked away. Will he do the right and good thing? Or will he do the easy and bad thing? Only time can tell.
Pairings: Jace D'amour/?
Setting(s): AU. This story takes place in the world of both X-Men movies and X-Men comic books, with their characters and some of their story. Harry Potter world will have a part, but not for a little while.
Rating: NC-17 or M at times
Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Graphic Sex (Maybe), Mention/Show of Child Abuse, Mention/Show of Alcohol Abuse, Mention/Show of Drug Abuse, Gore, Insanity, Break Outs From Mental Hospitals, Murder, Suicide, Kidnapping, Nudity, Fights, Slash (Male/Male & Female/Female), Religious Themes, Religious Talk, Disbelief In Religions, ect.
19th June 1993
Dechen Street
New Orleans, Louisiana
Jace saunters slowly down the street, his footsteps dully thumping along the cracked cement as he makes his way towards Benjamin Franklin High School. He was far from thrilled at having to drag himself out of bed, after another near sleepless night. He was rarely lucky to get any sleep at all most nights, even before these thoughts invaded his mind. For as long as he could remember, nightmares have kept him awake or his insomnia kept him from falling into a deep sleep or allowing him to fall asleep at all. A sigh escapes his lips as he irritably rubs his face.
His temples continue to throb painfully from the little whispery voices in his mind that persistently push through what little defense he has made. They seem to get louder as time past, as if they were angry at the fact that he was trying to ignore them. He placed the headphones connected to his CD player into his ears and blared the music, desperately trying to block out the voices screaming in his mind to listen to them.
It took nearly fifteen minutes for Jace to finally reach his school, a place he dreaded most. He was not friends with many people there, as they all thought him strange and dark. Unlike most teenager's his age, Jace had never acted like a teenage boy would be. He didn't find interest in parties or sports or even teenage girls. He rather liked being alone, locked away in his room, scribbling down his thoughts, whether they turned into lyrics to a song or a short story depended on him. With a sigh, Jace slipped through the double glass doors and made his way towards his first class.
Jace ignored the jeering mocks from the resident jocks at Benjamin Franklin and continued to try and make his way to class before the bell rang. "D'amour, 'ey!" A voice called out. The hand reached out and grabbed him roughly. Jace stumbled backwards and nearly knocked into the figure behind him.
"Wat tah hell do yah want?" Jace snapped. He shrugged the jock's hand off him and stepped away.
"When I call yah, yah answer me." The jock stated. As if he was the most important thing in Jace's life.
"Faire f**tre." (Fuck off) Jace snapped with a glare. His brilliant green eyes became icy as he glared at the jock in front of him. Who the hell did he think he was? Trying to tell him what to do? Jace D'amour listened to no one. He was his own man and wasn't about to start acting someone stuck up prick's bitch.
The jock's expression went dark. His fist clenched as his eyes squinted into a glare as he stared at the little freak who thought he was better than anyone else. Jace could fell the air crackling around him, as if it was inside him was just waiting to release something that would cause serious harm. "L'sten connard (asshole) ya can Essayer d'être un titanesque serait le (try and be a badass) but ya nothin' but a stupide dick (stupid dick) tha' needs ta get ah life." He snapped with annoyance.
"Now if yah excusez-moi (excuse me) I 'ave thin's to do." Without a backward's glance Jace turned on his heel and stormed off to his classroom. He knew that the stupid jock would try to start something with him later, but he wasn't going to give 'em the satisfaction. He had better things to do than deal with stupid asshole trying to overcompensate because he's unsure of his sexuality.
Benjamin Franklin High School
Fifth Period
Calculus AP
The students all sat lazily within their seats, listening to the teacher as he dryly explained problems on triple integrals using rectangular coordinates. Half the students stared blankly at the board, their minds desperately trying to grasp what the teacher was saying, but failing. Jace paid no mind to the teacher as he lay his head upon the desk, his head pounded and mind screamed with the whispers of others thoughts. His eyes clenched tightly together as he tried to discern what these whispers were trying to tell him, but couldn't understand as they overlapped each other and continued to get louder and louder as the day had continued on.
As Jace looked slowly around the room, a whisper that seemed to come from everywhere reached his ears. It was only a single word. Danger. It blared like an alarm screaming and flashing with lights. His stomach turned with unease as he slowly raised his eyebrow, brilliant green eyes searched for where this danger was coming from, but could see nothing.
Jace frowned. What was this danger? What did this danger want? His heart began to steadily pound faster as the whispery voice went quiet and the voices in his mind became but a murmur in the back of his mind. The sinking feeling of dread settled heavily over him. Whatever was about to happen, was not going to be good. He knew this was something inside of him, perhaps some ability, that was warning him of danger and that he had to get out.
The consistent speaking of his teacher, Mr. Brudex and the scratching of pens or pencils against parchment was the only thing heard. Why? Why would those the whispers stopped? He questioned himself with worry gnawing at his stomach. "Mr. Brudex, can I got to the les toilettes (the bathroom)?" Jace questioned as he raised his hand.
"Uniquement pour les toilettes M. D'amour." (Only to the bathroom Mr. D'amour.) Mr. Brudex warned. Jace had a habit of saying he needed to go to the restroom or nurses office and then ditching for the rest of the day.
"Of course Mr. Brudex." Jace replied with a charming smile. He stood from his chair and made his way towards the door. He froze as his heart pounded against his chest as the sudden sound of a loud explosion howled in his ears. The next thing the seventeen year old knew was he was flying through the air before slamming against the wall besides the glass windows.
The last thing Jace saw was a blinding white light. The screams of those around him echoed in his ears before the teen lost consciousness and slipped into blackness.
An Hour Later
"Hello? Est-ce que quelqu'un a-t-il?" (Is anyone there) The sound of screaming voices met Jace D'Amours ears as he gave a pained groan. His eyelids fluttered and his head spun. Nausea burned in the back of his throat as the raven haired teenager finally opened his eyes. The sight of a practically demolished room caused a harsh confusion to settle over the teen. The last thing he remembered was flying through the room and seeing a white light. He shook his head, but winced at the pain the laced through his body. That was a bad idea, he decided.
Jace groaned again as he pushed himself onto his side, his arms shaking from the strain. His body screamed in protest as he tried to fight consciousness. The weight of desks and walling on top of him caused a hiss to admit from his lips. Broken pieces of glass dug into his skin as he tried to push the pieces of debris off of his body. His weakened state continued to make his arms shake with strain before he finally gave in and fell back onto the littered flooring in exhaustion.
"D'amour is that you!?" A voice called out again. The voices in his mind were oddly soft and gentle, as if they knew he was in pain. Or perhaps it was his mind subconsciously making them quieter. Whatever the reason, he was glad. a He felt relief settle over him as he realized that there was other people still alive and that yhey hadn't died from the explosion.
"He –" Jace's sore and hoarse voice caught in his throat as he tried to talk. His throat burned from how parched it was.
"D'amour!" The voice called out again. The voice sounded more frantic as they searched for them. Jace licked his lips and took a deep breath, as he got ready to bring himself more pain with what he was about to do.
"Par ici!" (I'm over here) Jace yelled out. He coughed harshly as his chest heaved with the burning pain that spread through him.
"D'amour!" The voice called out. "T'ank God." The figure sighed out and hopped, jumped and walked over the debris through out the room.
"Wat 'appened?" Jace questioned tiredly from his pinned position. Worried eyes looked him over as they checked him out. "Don' tink somethin's broken." He replied softly with a small smirk at the worried, searching gaze. "Perhaps yah can get tis te faire f**tre meh!" (Fuck off) The suggestion snapped the man out of his thoughts as he quickly began to toss the desks and other debris off of him.
With the help of the fireman, the man made him wrap his arm around his neck before he began to slowly help him walk out of the destoryed classroom. "Do ya know wat happened?" Jace questioned hoarsely.
"Oui. Quelqu'un a mis une bombe à s'éteindre." (Yes. Someone set a bomb to go off.) The fireman stated with a frown. Jace's eyebrows rose at the unexpected statement. A bomb? Why would someone set off a bomb? He wondered to himself.
"Why?" He inquired.
"Nous ne le savons pas encore." (We don't know yet.) The fireman remarked as they stepped over and around fallen debris and unmoving bodies. "Êtes-vous tous droit?" (Are you all right) He questioned as he noticed the wince escape before Jace could hide it.
"I'm fine mon ami (my friend). Jus' gotta rest some." He stated with another wince as his ribs gave an uncomfortable pull and throb. He was positive he broke something.
"Nous vous aidons à un hôpital et appeler vos parents pour leur faire savoir que vous êtes tous droit." (We'll get you off to a hospital and call your parents to let them know you're all right.) The reassured him. With the traumitizing experience the young man just had, the fireman was positive the teen would more than likely want to see his parents.
"Merci." (Thank you.) Jace stated with a small smile.
D'amour Manor
A Few Hours Later
"Mere?" (Mom) Jace called out as he slowly limped his through the front doorway. He had become worried when his mother and father had not appeared at the hospital after the resident nurse had taken to calling them for Jace. When he had been told that they hadn't answered, the worry had set in. His parent's were not known to not answer the phone when someone called. It was unthinkable. So now, he was worried for his parent's.
Silently, Jace limped his way down the short hallway and to the large staircase. He paused at the banister, taking slow deep breaths as his ribs pulled uncomfortably. Even with them wrapped, they still hurt after being broken from being flung across the room and then having heavy debris falling atop of him. His body was battered bruised from his recent traumatizing accident at school. Everyone was still trying to figure out how and why the school exploded. Many of the fireman and police were considering it being high school students tired of being picked on.
Shaking himself from those depressive thoughts, Jace painstakingly slowly walked up the staircase and towards his parent's room. Perhaps they were asleep? That they decided to call it in for a day and finally get that relaxation they deserved after working so hard to keep the bills paid and food on the table. "Mere? Pere? (Father)" Jace called out with furrowed eyebrows. The unsettling feeling of something being wrong came over him as he looked warily around as he came upon the landing of the second floor. "Yah asleep?" He questioned aloud as he took a left and made his short distance to his parents master bedroom.
Hesitantly he grabbed the metal doorknob and turned it slowly. It emitted a squeak as the door was pushed inward. His breath caught in his throat as brilliant greens widened at the disturbing and grotesque sight before him.
Blood.
It was splattered across the walls, the flooring and the ceiling. It dripped off of the bed in a persistent drip-drip noise as his fell upon the wooden floors. Jace couldn't seem to find words as he continued to stare at the mangled and torn bodies of his adoptive mother and father. How…? The thoughts formed chaotically. He felt dizzy and lightheaded as he walked further into the room, towards his parent's bed. The look of terror and pain engraved on their faces would be forever engrained in Jace's mind as tears built in his eyes and fought to release. He squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his hands tightly into fist. His hands shook as he reached out and touched his hangs cold, bloody hand. "Cher seigneur." (Dear Lord) He muttered.
His eyes squeezed shut tightly together as he collapsed to his knees and released a sob that shook his body. Tears streamed down his pale face. He leaned forward, his hands gripped and pulled at his silky locks of black hair. "Veuillez ... dieu ... veuillez no. Pas père ou mère." (Please...god...please no. Not mother or father.) He cried out as he roughly shook his head.
"Pourquoi? Pourquoi est-ce arrivé?" (Why? Why did this happen to them?)He asked aloud to himself. His eyes remained clenched and his head turned down as he forced his eyes to remain away from his parent's cold bodies. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks as he stumbled to his feet. His body continued to shake from the strain it took for Jace to keep the sobs that wanted to desperately release from escaping once again. His parents had been the only people he had, that loved him for who he was. Even if he did do strange things that he could never explain.
Silently, Jace slowly opened his eyes with some trouble as the tears kept his eyes stuck close. With a shaky intake of breathe his eyes were slowly pulled back to look at his parent's bloody bodies. He nearly broke down once again and with some difficulty, he looked to the wall above his parent's bed and froze with terror gripping his heart.
The words that were written across the wall sent a cold chill down his spine, making the hairs on his arms and neck stand on end.
You'll get yours soon enough.
With a shake of his head, Jae slowly stumbled backwards from the bed and turned on his heel and took off towards his bedroom. Slamming the door open Jace quickly lunged for his closet door and opened the doors and pulled out a black backpack and duffel bag. Unconsciously Jace began to pack anything he could get his hands on without truly thinking what he was doing. All he could think was run. Run far away from New Orleans and never come back and remain hidden and under the radar. Until he had the means to find the person that had murdered his parents and kill the bastard himself.
Without a second look back Jace ran from his room and back to his parent's room. Forcing his eyes away from his parent's bodies, he went to their dresser and grabbed their most valuable and expensive jewelry. Tossing them into one of his open backpack pockets, he left the bedroom quickly and jogged down the stairs, ignoring the pain that rocked through his body.
Coming to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, he tossed his full duffel bag near the door bag and picked up his backpack. Jogging to the kitchen he opened the cupboards and pantry and began to stuff his bag full of canned foods and boxed foods that could be easily cooked. At the top of the pantry he pulled down a metal box full of money used for food, but was now going to help Jace survive.
Tugging the backpack over his shoulders he walked to the stoves and quickly turned the burners on without fully lighting them. With a quick flick of the oven he turned it on and left it open a crack, enough for the heat to release. Rubbing his face tiredly, Jace turned away from the oven and stove and walked to the garage door and pulled it open. Flicking the light on he attached the closet door and garage door together, leaving it opened. Stepping into the garage he grabbed two gallon jugs filled with gasoline. Opening one of the cans he began to pull it over the garage floor and carefully walked backwards and poured it over to the floor as he walked to the kitchen and through it until he reached the stairs. With the rest of the gasoline he poured it over the staircase and up to the second floor and leading it towards his parents bedroom and his own bedroom.
Jace carelessly tossed the can off to the side as he slowly walked back down the staircase. Turning to the front door he pulled the duffel bag over his shoulder and opened the front door. It was dark out, leaving it easier for Jace to make a break for it after he lit the house on fire. Jace gave a shuttering breathe as what he was finally going to do set in. He was officially going to kill himself in this fire, and become someone else.
If those that were after him believed he was dead they wouldn't search for him and it would leave him some time to figure out what he wanted to do next. As well as find out who was after him so he could kill them first. With a small frown he pulled the rest of the gasoline can from what he used for the kitchen and garage and pulled the rest of it on the porch. Taking a few steps away Jace pulled out the lighter his father had given him for his fourteenth birthday and lit it.
"Je suis désolé la mère, le père. J'espère que vous allez enfin avoir la paix maintenant." (I'm sorry mother, father. I hope you finally have your peace now.) He muttered. With a small prayer releasing from his lips he tossed the lighter through the air. It spun in the air for a few seconds before finally falling to the pile of gasoline.
The reaction was instantaneous.
With a flare of fire, it gave a loud whooshing sound as it sped through the house. It didn't take long until the house gave a deafening explosion as the stove/oven finally caught fire and exploded.
Jace was long gone by time the explosion occurred. Already four streets down Jace ignored the aching pain in his heart as he headed for the nearest bus station.
Jace D'amour was officially dead in the state of Louisiana.
Everywhere else was free game.
Those that were out to kill him and had killed his parents would soon wish they had never crossed him.
He was out for blood and he would get his justice...
Even if it was the death of him.
Review please!
The next chapters will be featuring the X-Men and HP characters for the rest of the story starting at Chapter Three.
Though I am having some trouble trying to decide how they should meet.
If you have any suggestions PM me or review, I'd love to hear your ideas.
Pairing Suggestions -
Jace/Wanda Maximoff, Jace/Lorna Dane, Jace/Wolverine, Jace/Alex Summers, Jace/Rogue, Jace/Sabertooth, Jace/Jubilee, Jace/Kitty Pryde, Jace/Pyro, Jace/Emma Frost, Jace/Storm
I already have an idea for some relationships. For Jace I'm leaning more towards Wanda Maximoff. She's always been a favorite of mine in the X-Men Comic books and she isn't in them much, so it'd be easy to writer her.
Though I do have another HP/X-Men Crossover story idea I wouldn't mind trying to write.
It's basically a story of how Harry Potter becomes Magneto. It'll show how he became Max Eisenhardt, Eric Lensherr and then Magneto. He'll have his children, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff and Lorna Dane. It'll show how he deals with the Wizarding World and getting his mutant powers again.
The story will be called Eminent Supremacy and it will be posted sometime in the near future. If you have any suggestions for this story idea, PM me or if you have an idea for a story you might want to see that I might be willing to write, let me know.
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