Okay people yesterday I got this email from Hoyt

they call me the flash slamer cuz it mayks funky with thuh letters and
describes that wich is my idintity.lololflashslashslamerflamerSlash Flamer

now u git it?

eye spokes al dum fore u to

so i culd tel u bout faks of lyfe.

peepul dont frum men.

slash is unnatural.

ur yaoi fantuhcies r figmintz of ur imagenation naught worthe of waystin
spase on a compooter

Doubt you would understand because you are an mpreg writing disgrace to all
authors and their most sacred Literature.

Sorry if you aren't mentally impaired because then this may be insulting to
you in some way and not be seen as the introduction and small, much needed,
lesson it would have come out as had you been intellectually challenged.

Hope this has been enlightening for you.

Go share the knowledge I have imparted onto you, spreading my wisdom and
teaching the wonder of Human life's beginnings. Which in no way include more
than one male and always includes one female.

I was very angry and I wrote back. However to those who are still reading this story, I apologize, I just wanted to say that just because this story contains MENTIONS OF MPREG, there will be no actual slash, just MENTIONS OF IT. Mayme the slash flamer should flame a story that really is slash. This fic is centered around Rosaline and her father, and her quest for an identity, if that is not what you are looking for then please spare a new writer the shame of getting one of these emails.

Driving home, Alex thought back on this situation and how it came to be. Rosaline was his lifeline. With her existence he was able to come out of his depression after Sirius's death, and it was because of her that he saw the truth, and it was for her sake that he through away his life as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, and became Alexander Raphael Smith, a single father raising is daughter. He knows how Rosaline feels every time she brings up the topic of her mother, after not having any parents himself, he had to. Even with the so called mutant crisis, she has not yet accepted that there are things that are so out of this world that she wouldn't understand. He had been so paranoid that they would be found that he moved into one of the most obscure Potter mansions for the first five years of her life.

The fact that all of this could become undone right now was a nightmare that he had had far more than ones of Cedric's and Sirius's deaths. They could find her and when they did, they would kill her. He had to say that he was relieved at fist when she did not display any signs of magic, but that was no guarantee that she wouldn't have a mutation; and now she did.

As soon as he got home, he checked for Rosaline. She was on the couch, staring at the tv even though it wasn't on. At first she didn't notice him, but when he tentatively called out her name she jumped. 'So she was thinking' Alex thought, 'she is most likely worried that I will hate her for being a mutant, we've never talked about this before'

Rosaline looked at her feet nervously before speaking "Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He acted like he had no clue what she was about to say. They had always shared everything, and she had to be strong enough to tell her father that she wasn't normal, that she was a mutant.

Before she said anything more, she launched herself into her fathers arms and sobbed into his chest. He held her and let her cry before putting his hands on her shoulder and asking the question that she had to answer with the truth. "What's wrong?"

"Dad? You know how you always say that you will love me no matter what? Well dad I'm a mutant! There, I said it, now you can yell at me and hate me all you want, but the truth is that I'm not ashamed of myself, and if you can't handle that then…then I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again!" Sometime during her rant, Alex had brought her back into his arms and was hugging her tightly whispering in her ear, "No, no, I don't hate sweetheart. I still love you; there is nothing wrong with being different. I love you so much".

After wiping away her tears, father and daughter sat back down on the couch. Now that Rosaline had told him that she was a mutant and he hadn't flipped out, she decided to tell him about her plan from here. "I heard about this school, dad, it's a school for mutants, it's in New York state. I can go and learn to control my powers without having to drop out of school. There will be other mutant kids so I don't have to lie to anyone so that they will be friends with me. If I go then I can be myself without worrying what they will think if they find out that I'm a mutant, because they are all mutants too. It's a boarding school, so I'll really miss you when I go, but I'm sure that you can visit and I could come home for holidays."

Alex didn't miss the part when instead of saying 'if she goes' to 'when she goes'

"No" Alex cut her off in the middle of the rant.

"What do you mean no? Dad, this is a great school that can help me. Are you just going to keep me locked up here?" She had thought that he understood.

"No, I will not keep you here. I just don't want you to go there." He replied, trying to sooth her

"Why not, do you not want me to be happy, or have friends? I don't even know what my power is called!"

"Rosaline, I don't want you to go to that school. It's too dangerous." He couldn't tell her the truth now, not after so long.

"Dangerous? How is it dangerous, Dad? It's the safest place in the US for mutants. It's a place where the world's hate can't reach us." She hugged herself at this. She was afraid. She knew only from the TV and newspapers what people who allow hatred to rule them do. She'd seen hate crimes against Jews, black, and homosexuals; people who did nothing wrong but live in the same neighborhood. As the age of communication goes on, the world will only get smaller and a neighborhood could become the entire world.

"Rosie, I know more about the world's hatred than I would care to admit, but you can't hide forever. Someday you will have to leave that school and you need to be prepared. Ignorance is only bliss until you realize that you have no way of preparing for what is out there. Sometimes, school is not the best option"

Rosaline considered her options. She knew however that her father was right; that being sheltered from the world would only make it harder for her to survive. Her father knew a lot about surviving, more than she thought he did.

I was too late though. The doorbell rang and when Alex went to open, there stood three people: a dark skinned woman with white hair, a tall hairy, muscular man, and a man who sat in a wheelchair and was bald

"Hello, Mr. Smith, may we come in? We must discuss your daughter's schooling."