Reap What You Sow

A Harry Potter and X-Men Crossover Story

"Two Years Past"

(Chapter Three)

Author Note/Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Harry Potter; J.K. Rowling created it. 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 July 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. His grandparents, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, while his parents still went to school, mostly raised Harry.

Update 08/17/2018: So, some of you may not recognize the very beginning of this scene, as I changed it a bit than what is mentioned/shown in the comic books of Magneto's life, but some of you will probably understand why I changed it to fit this way. You will learn more about just who Jace is, why he doesn't remember the years from 5 to 12, why his birth family memories are practically gone and what his abilities are. You'll also learn what happened during the five-year time skip during the next few chapters.

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 living 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 the Marvel Universe. Which means it will be the X-Men comic books and movies to an extent, the Avengers, Captain America, and many others. Their characters and some of their stories are a mixture of the comics and movies. 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.

Songs Played Writing: There's No Solution - Sum 41


Two Years Later

18th April 1995

Somewhere In Mexico

Late Morning

"Nein bitte…Nein bitte…verletze nicht mama. Sie ist nicht so wie ich! Sie ist nicht so wie ich!" (No please…no please…don't hurt mama. She's not like me! She's not like me!) The voice of a young girl, no older than eight or nine, cries out as she struggled against the men holding her.

"Nimm die Frau nach draußen." (Take the woman outside.) A voice ordered. It was male and very dark and cruel sounding. It frightened and angered the young child.

"Bitte…Nein! Nicht mein baby! Nicht mein baby!" (Please…No! Not my baby! Not my baby!) A woman's voice cried out as she fought against the men dragging her out of the small home.

"Mama!" The girl cried out with fear. Tears glistened in her eyes. "Ich liebe dich mama! Erzählen papa Ich liebe ihn auch!" (I love you mama! Tell papa I love him too!) She called out with tears dripping down her face as she continued to struggle in the mens hold. "Erzählen papa… Es ist nicht seine Schuld!" (Tell papa…it is not his fault!) She continued to cry out as she fought against her captives with everything she had. The metal in the house shook, levitated and flew around the house; the objects that are not metal explode in a mass of broken materials.

"Ich liebe dich meine süße Taube." (I love you my sweet Dove.) The young mother cried out as she disappeared from view. The sound of stomping footsteps down the stairs echoed heavily in the small home and left a chill of dread to settle over the child. The sound of jeers and yells from outside the house could be heard through the thin walls. Flames of torches flickered through the window's room, making the shadows within the room dance.

One of the men hit the girl; the sound of skin against skin made a loud smack. She winced as she fell to the floor; her face and temple burned from the pain. Her hair, so like her father's, cascaded over her face, shadowing it as the men began to toss oil of some sort onto the rooms floors, walls and furniture. Her head felt heavy and mind foggy from the hard hit to her head. Her body shook as she tried to move, to run from the bad men, to find her papa. Eyes of beautiful stormy blue, her father's eyes, fluttered open and close, as her head hung down. "Mama…Papa…" She breathed out.

The young girl could barely understand what the two men were saying. She listened silently as the four men left, feet stomping down the stairs. Shakily she began to stand and coughed as the suffocating smell of smoke began to encase the room. Her eyes watched the flames as they grew with dread. Beautiful eyes widened in horror and fear. She stumbled to her feet and away from the flickering flames. She ran to the window and tried to break it open with her powers, but nothing seemed to work. "Papa!" She cried out, seeing her father struggling to fight the mob outside the house.

The men outside were speaking before they hit her papa in the head as others jeered and laughed. They held her mama and papa back, not allowing them to get to her. With shaking hands, the young child pounded on the window, catching the attention of her Papa, the man she had seen as her hero and idol. She loved her Papa; more so than she loved her mama, as wrong as that was. Her Papa protected her, always. But this time, this time he was not able to.

Father and Daughter's eyes connected. A silent message shared between each other. A look of dawning horror sparked in her father's eyes. "Ich liebe dich Papa…" (I love you papa.) She stated softly. She coughed and tried to catch her breath. With the lost of oxygen she fell to the floor as her lungs began to collapse from the smoke she had inhaled. She can feel her skin beginning to burn, the pain raged through her body as her skin, muscles and bones begin to burn with a pain that no words could truly describe.

She screamed.


Jace screamed as he awoke from the horror and pain as he tried to catch his breath. His arms shook as they tried to keep his body up. Brilliant green eyes rapidly scanned his small room in the shitty motel he was staying in, only to see nothing...only darkness. "What was tat?" He breathed out heavily with shuttered green eyes. He could still feel the burning pain as the fire licked away at his skin, muscles and bones inch by inch. He could feel his lungs slowly suffocating from the fiery fumes. He could feel his heart and chest aching from the internal emotions he felt at the sight of Papa's devastated expression, the expression of raw pain and anger dancing in his eyes as he listened to her screams. The thought of seeing one of his own children, should he ever have any, in such agony left him breathless with such disgust and fury, that he felt the room begin to shake.

Exhaling in and out slowly, Jace forced himself to relax as he finally allowed himself to collapse back onto the bed. The nightmare slowly receded to the back of his mind, as eyes hazy with exhaustion and pain, stared blankly up at the ceiling. These memories of past lives have been haunting him for the last year, ever since he went to see a psychic, who was surprisingly a psychic. She had helped him when it came to getting some of his questions answered. Though it left even more questions unanswered.

After the visit to the psychic the course of the last year had been hell as memories that were not his own, lives that he had never heard or read about, haunted him. Many times he experienced their deaths while others were memories of happier times, among others. Ever since the haunting dreams began he had experienced over a dozen different lives displayed for him to see. It didn't help that ever since he's been seeing these memories he's been visited by the dead constantly. They communicated with him, showing him their lives, to get him to help them in some way. He supposed the memory of the little girl he's just seen wanted him to find her father, if he was still alive, and give him a message.

Though what the message was, he didn't know.

Jace didn't truly care at the moment either. He didn't know how this ability came about, but he was assuming it was from the psychic he had visited. He wished he had never gone to see her, but she had answered some questions he needed. He found out the reason why his parents were murdered, which turned out to be a warning.

The bombing of his old school, had been him. He had been the one that caused it. From what the psychic told him, he was very powerful and the people that killed his parents, were out to kill him. Though he had a feeling about why they wanted to kill him, Jace could only wonder about the other groups he had learned of from the psychic. How they had become interested in him. How some wanted to gain possession of him, which was in essence his powers.

He was just a teenager, he wished these people would leave him alone. Jace couldn't seem to find the answer's anywhere he looked, but he wasn't going to give up until he found more about these different groups, that were trying to kill him, capture him, or get him to join them.

He didn't have concrete evidence yet, but he would.

In the last two years he had traveled around North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Antarctica, Asia and Australia, never staying in one place for too long. Through his travels he had found many different individuals from different cultures that had helped him with his abilities. When he had come in contact with a Voodoo Priestess she had explained what he was and that his abilities, which happened to be telepathy and empathy, allowed him to mimic, replicate, channel and manipulate any abilities he came across. He also had the ability of telekinesis and healing as well.

The Voodoo Priestess had explained to him that his mutant abilities allowed his DNA to "upgrade itself" so to speak, so any knew ability he came across became his own. She had warned him though that should he come across more than a few mutants at once, his mind and body would shut down as it raced to reconstruct itself for those new abilities. She warned him to stay away from any large group of mutants at the same time, unless he wished to fall into a coma or even die from the strain his body could undergo. Though she was hesitant to believe he could die, with his healing factor.

Jace took to heart her warning of the consequences.

He rarely neared large groups of people anymore. Only when he absolutely had to, did he go into big cities. Usually he kept to himself, moving through small towns and counties to get to his destination. He studied, researched and tried to figure out just how many people were out to kill him, capture him, or get him to join them, and why. He had, had some luck, when he came across a doctor that was renowned for experimenting on human specimens. It was after Jace had a little talk with him, was he finally given a name; William Stryker.

It seemed that this man did experiments on those with special abilities. Mutants. Jace knew instinctively that William Stryker wasn't directly connected with what's been forced upon him. Though Stryker did seem familiar to him, somehow. He just wasn't sure how yet. Perhaps he should have a chat with him as well and see if he would tell him anything of use.

With a sigh Jace rolled off the bed and stood. He rubbed his face tiredly before beginning his usual morning ritual of showering, dressing and eating something before heading out. Today he'd be leaving Mexico and heading for somewhere cold. He had been given a message from one of his many contacts that he had come to know over the years that someone he would be interested in, that could help him in some way, was in Canada.

It meant that he had to head to Canada and talk with this individual.

"The joy of living on the run and hunting for those that are after me." Jace mused aloud with a smirk of amusement. He had gotten better at hiding his accent. It would be no good to be noticed by displaying any mannerisms that would bring attention to him. He hummed under his breath as he headed out of the motel room, his bags hanging over his shoulders. He walked towards a black and green Harley Davidson that he had acquired from a "friend".

Jace swung his leg over the seat and settled comfortably down on the seat after attaching his bags securely upon the motorcycle. It was an easy vehicle to move around in, should he ever come across someone out to kill him again and it was an easy getaway with a motorcycle.

With a smirk, Jace turned the motorcycle on and smiled as it gave a loud rumble. Life was as good as it could be at the moment. He just hoped his luck remained good for now, but knowing him, his luck wouldn't last for long. Without a backwards glance, Jace sped out of the motel parking lot and towards his new destination.


London, England

Number 12 Grimmuald Place

18th April 1995

Night

"It has come to my knowledge that young John Potter is not the Boy-Who-Lived." The uproar that emitted from those words was deafening. "Silence!" The words were softly said but firm enough for silence to settle immediately.

"What do you mean that John isn't the Boy-Who-Lived?" A voice demanded from the left of a large room filled with chairs. James and Lily Potter looked angrily at Albus Dumbledore.

Albus sighed internally to himself and nearly rubbed his face tiredly. He expected this to happen, he had never doubted that the Potter's would become angry at the news. To learn that who they originally considered the Boy-Who-Lived was not true and young Harry Potter had been telling the truth all along. "Young Harry Potter is in fact the Boy-Who-Lived and was not trying to take the attention from his brother that night." The impending silence that followed was almost as deafening as the yelling had been.

"I thought you said he was a Squib?" James Potter questioned softly from the side. He had never wished to give away his eldest son. He had loved his son dearly, even if he was a Squib. His son was still going to be his heir, no matter what other Pureblood's thought. His parent's hadn't cared and neither had he, but Lily and Dumbledore had both agreed and ignored his protests.

James had still never completely forgiven his wife for seemingly throwing his son away without a second glance. It was because of him that he made sure John never acted too much like a prat, like he himself had when he was younger. He had also made sure John knew of his big brother and how much Harry had loved his baby brother.

"Ah...yes." Dumbledore stated and paused a moment before inhaling in deeply and then exhaling slowly. "He is technically a Squib...but he's what many of you all know...a mutant." Eyes widened and jaws dropped at the statement. He waited for a few minutes to let this set in before he continued to speak. "And it is to my knowledge that young Harry is probably one of the strongest, if not the strongest mutant alive." He gave another pause, which he knew was beginning to aggravate everyone. "I believe this is the power "the Dark Lord knows not". As Voldemort is fully wizard and has never experienced the abilities a mutant has."

James gave a scoff and chuckled derisively at the older man. "So your telling me you and my loving wife," he spat out, "Got rid of my child, my first born son, because you didn't believe the words of a five-year-old that was the only living witness to what occurred that night, because he didn't have magic?" He questioned mockingly. "Give me a break." He sneered. "I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want to help us all after what you, we, did to him. Even if some of us were unwilling."

Sirius Black bit his bottom lip at his best friend's words. James Potter had changed after Harry had been taken away. His once playful and cheerful attitude had taken a darker turn. He became more aggressive and mature when it came to anything and everything. He didn't play pranks, crack jokes or even spend very much time with Lily. Sirius knew Lily was hurt by this, but Sirius couldn't completely blame James for it. Sirius himself was never given a chance to say goodbye to his godson or fight for him to remain with them. Sometimes, deep down inside, Sirius resented John being there with them while Harry was not. With a small frown, Sirius gave James shoulder a firm squeeze of support.

Remus Lupin played with his fingers as he looked down at the table. Much like Sirius and James, Remus found it rather cruel to have tossed Harry aside because he didn't have magic like they did. He loved his godson, John, but he did miss the adorable and sweet Harry that was always so kind and helpful. He was much like James, more so than Lily, when James finally matured. Much like James, Harry had, had a playful and carefree attitude, up until the night he watched his grandparents get murdered by Lord Voldemort. It was after that point that Harry had become quiet, reclusive, depressed and very sad. Harry had only ever truly smiled around James, Sirius, John and himself. Remus had noticed how Harry didn't go near his mother as much, rather liking to stay near his father and godfather. He could never figure out why, up until a few years ago, when he saw a side of Lily he had never thought could exist.

Albus sighed and frowned. The twinkle that was usually seen in his eyes had completely disappeared as he looked sadly at James. Ever since he and Lily had decided to send Harry away for his own protection, James had been very bitter, untrusting, and suspicious towards Albus making any decision, whether it was for the Order or for Hogwarts. James had especially become guarded whenever his youngest children, Jonathan, Primrose, Elliott and William (the twins) and Belladonna, were brought up in conversation.

James didn't trust Albus with his children's safety and kept them as far from him as possible. With John, James didn't have much of a choice, as he had been the supposed "Boy-Who-Lived" but he still attempted to protect him and his other children. James guarded them with such conviction that it was impossible for anyone, unless they were trusted by James, to get close to them.

"I am terribly sorry for this James." Albus stated sadly.

"Safe your apologies for someone that actually believes that your actually repentant for tossing a little boy aside like he was garbage." The other Order members bit their lips as the tension between their leader and James became stifling. "Now if you're excuse me, I have children to get ready for bed." James stated. He stood and roughly shoved the chair back into the table. "If you're willing Padfoot, Moony, I could use your help." He motioned towards his friends. Remus and Sirius quickly nodded and stood.

Lily bit her bottom lip with her teeth as she stared down at her lap where her fingers played with each other. Ever since she had made the difficult decision of sending Harry somewhere else for his protection, James had become formal and short with her. She knew her husband loved her, but he wasn't going to forgive her for making the decision of sending Harry away for the both of them. She wished she could take it back. She had been foolish and naive to believe that Harry would be safer away from the Wizarding World, with no magic to protect himself.

Lily had realized long ago that it had been a stupid and horrible thing any mother could do. She just hoped one day James, Sirius, Remus and Harry would forgive for what she had done. With no one noticing, silent tears streamed down her face as her dark red locks of hair covered and hid her face from view.

"Oh, yeah, I wish you luck on trying to find my son," James stated as he stopped at the doorway of the kitchen. "I've been trying for years. He's disappeared off the radar shortly after you tossed him aside." Many gasps of surprise and shock released at his words. "I hope he was taken in by a loving couple that gave him everything I wasn't able to. So, don't be surprised if he doesn't give two shits about what you have to say. I hope he tells you all to save your sorry asses yourselves." Without a backward glance James stepped out of the kitchen of Grimmuald Place with Sirius and Remus following. As much as his heart ached for the lost of his son, he had other little ones to take care.

He hoped one day he'd be able to see his son again and beg him for forgiveness, for not fighting hard enough to keep him with him.


New York City

Xavier's Institute For Higher Learning

20th April 1995

"Ms. Maximoff, if I may have a word with you?" Professor Charles Xavier inquired as he turned kind, bright blue eyes towards the beautiful young woman. Wanda Maximoff's beautiful green eyes were the hue of the new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. She turned towards Charles Xavier and raised an auburn colored eyebrow in curiosity. She had been making her way towards Charles' office to question him on these dreams she had been having lately.

"What do you wish to speak with me about Professor?" The soft spoken woman questioned. At nineteen-years-old Wanda Maximoff was beautiful. With curly auburn hair that fell over her shoulders that encased her tanned face. Her beautiful blue eyes usually glimmered with amusement and mischief as she and her twin brother were always up to something.

Wanda was muscular with a statuesque figure and was every boy's and man's dream to have as theirs. However, Wanda was much too stubborn to allow just any man or boy date her. She was waiting for the perfect one, the one man that made her heart race and blood boil. She wanted a man that would treat her right and not as some sort of play thing or trophy to be shown off.

Charles gave a kind smile and slowly moved his wheelchair down the hallway, towards his office. Wanda followed beside him with light footsteps. She was dressed in a pair of black form fitting jeans and a dark red blouse that accentuated the curves of her tall five foot seven frame. "I have been searching for a mutant, over the last two years, that has continuously been just out of my grasp." He stated as he rolled into his office.

Wanda followed him inside and shut the door behind herself. "I'm not sure what this has to do with me, Professor." She remarked with some interest at where he was going with this.

"Ah, but it does my dear." Professor Xavier replied with a sparkle of amusement in his sky blue eyes. "I have finally tracked him to a specific location, in Canada. It has come to my attention that Magneto may be interested in him as well." It was barely noticeable, but Wanda stiffened at Charles' words and her eyes flickered around the room with discomfort.

There were few mutants in Xavier's school that actually knew who Wanda and Pietro's father was. Just like few new that Wanda and Pietro had two younger half siblings residing in the school. "I see..." She stated with a slow nod of understanding. That was why Xavier wanted her to find this mutant. He wanted her to find him before her father, if she did find this mutant around the same time as her father's, she would have more success in fighting against them.

"I was hoping that you, Quicksilver, Phoenix, Cyclops, Rogue, Storm, and Polaris would be willing to go and get him." Charles stated as he rolled through the doorway and behind the desk in the middle of the room. Behind him was a wall made of glass that looked out at the grounds below. It was a beautiful and luscious garden that had a large olympic swimming pool and fields that allowed the other mutants in the school to enjoy numerous games to play.

Of course, most of the mutants went to Bayville High School and Bayville Junior High, while the youngest of the mutants that lived in the mansion, though it was really a castle, were taught by the adults at the X-Mansion. Wanda released a shaky sigh at the Professor's request. She was still wary of her abilities, especially after what happened in Sokovia. However, if this meant helping another mutant escape the clutches of those after him, then he was more then willing to assist in this endeavor.

"Of course Professor," Wanda agreed with a slight smile curling her lips. "I'll go get ready and inform the others." She stated as she turned to the door. Her stomach was in knots at the idea of being sent out on a retrieval mission. It had been nearly a year since she's been out of a mission. As Wanda reached the office door and pulled it open, the Professor spoke again.

"And Wanda?"

The auburn haired witch turned and looked at the Professor with furrowed eyebrows. "Yes Professor?" She asked in concern.

"Be careful." He cautioned from his place before the large windows. He never turned, as he remained staring out over the grounds. His intelligent and gifted mind was already far away, lost in his thoughts.

"Of course Professor." She agreed before stepping out of the office and closing the door behind her with a click.

Professor Charles Xavier sighed as he rested his arms upon the wheelchair. His sky blue eyes darkened in thought as he mused over what he had learned about Jace D'amour. There was much to be discovered about the young mutant and much that would change with the appearance of him.

Times were changing and it would only be in time to see whether they would be good or bad changes.


There you have it, chapter three. Which was a rather long time in the making. During my time away from here, I wrote and healed. Which, I'm still healing, with physical therapy, doctor appointments and upcoming surgeries. As well as going to school for my Bachelors and working. Anyways, I wanted to post this. It's not very long, but honestly I think you've all waited long enough to read it.

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I have other stories I've written, but have yet to publish on here. Though I have considered publishing them on here and on Archive of Our Own.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully chapter four won't take long to write. I'll need to watch the movies again though to refresh my memory of the X-Men movies.

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