Yay, new chapter. I'm really hoping for some reviews. I didn't say it last chapter because I was pissed, but I don't own Harry Potter or the x-men.

This is based more on the x-men movies, not at an actual point in the movies, because I want to have angel and curt in there, as well as Jean, the Professor and Rogue with powers. As for Curt I was kind of disappointed with the movie version, so he will probably be a student and more like the cartoon version.

The doorbell rang and when Alex went to open it, 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."

Alex only gave a terse nod. They came into the living room.

"Mr. Smith my name is Charles Xavier, founder of the Xavier Institute for Gifted children, and this," He motioned to the other two people "is Ororo Monroe and Logan, who are both teachers at the school."

Alex's face was devoid of emotion when he told The Professor very clearly, "Rosaline is not going to your school, Mr. Xavier. We have discussed this already, and we have decided that she will remain here." Rosaline was looking down at her hands as they talked about her like she wasn't even there. Living with just her father, she was unused to this type of treatment and spoke up.

"I am sitting right here, all of you."

"Yes, Miss Smith, I am aware that you are there and I question whether or not this truly was a joint decision." Alex felt a light tug on the barriers he had placed in Rosaline's mind. He knew the Professor could tear through them if he really tried, but right it is enough that he noticed.

"Rosaline, could you go to your room please."

"But, dad"

"Now, Rosa." That would get her attention. He loved her full name and always used it, except when he was extremely serious about something. He was not stupid enough to believe that distance would stop the Professor from trying to enter her mind, but now he could speak freely about subjects that he would rather that Rosaline not hear. As she trudged upstairs, he felt the telltale tug of legimancy on his own wards. These the Professor would not be able to break, he had fifteen years to perfect his occlumency.

The woman's, Ororo's, eyes darkened at his tone, but did not comment. The other man, Logan, obviously not knowing about the mental clues that both the Professor and the hiding wizard were getting, did speak up. "Just because she is different does not make her something bad. She isn't a mistake you have to lock up in your house to hide from everyone else." This had apparently been the case with other parents.

Before responding to him, Alex instead said, "All the way upstairs Rosaline," She had been hiding out on the stairs trying to listen in, but that had never worked on him. "Now, Mr. Logan that is not the case with me and my daughter. I simply feel that your school has nothing to offer her that I myself cannot."

This time it was Ororo who spoke, "How would you know what its like for her? The Xavier Institute can help her to learn how to control herself. How can you help her?"

"Because he is a mutant" It was the Professor who pointed out that fact, just before Alex was about to say it himself. Now, both Logan and Ororo looked shocked.

"But," Ororo sputtered, "But if you are then why don't you want her to go the Institute?"

Once again it was the professor who answered, "My guess would be that you don't trust us. You have protected her mind internally from my probing. The only conclusion I can make is that you have something to hide."

It wasn't exactly difficult to figure that out. Even though the Professor still believed that he was a mutant; but not even mutants know about the magical community.

"Tell me, Mr. Smith, is there something you know that I don't?" The Professor looked genuinely concerned. There were not many people that could naturally defend themselves against him, and anyone that could had to know something that they didn't want anyone else to.

"Yes, I cannot tell you details but I do know that your school is not nearly as safe as you think it is, Professor. Now if you could please leave."

None of the mutants protested, each trying to absorb the new information.

Meanwhile, Rosaline Smith's world was falling apart. Waiting in her room, she had decided to try and see if she could use her newfound ability to snoop. Unfortunately, it had worked. Her father and the visitors had been too preoccupied with each other to notice her presence. Her father was a mutant; he had already known that she would be; he had protected her mind.

All of a sudden she questioned everything in her life. How he always knew when something was bothering her, how he always said the right thing at the right times. She had always written it off as he was her father and knew her very well, but now, she wasn't sure.

Returning to her room, she noticed something that she had missed before in her haste to figure what was wrong. Just as before, she was in the same exact sitting position as before she 'left'. Also, her body was sore; sore as if she hadn't moved at all. She was calmer this time, but she also knew that she couldn't stay here. Her father was always trying to protect her. She wasn't sure if she could trust him now that she knew the truth.

Some mutants have parents that hate them, some that care for them anyway, some mutants don't even tell their parents; but all mutants start to question. So, like any other confused teenager, she ran away. She followed the mutants back to the school, without him even noticing.

She unknowingly started to follow the path that Harry Potter had taken, almost twenty years before.

Alex went up to Rosaline's room, ready for her to be angry, maybe even sad. He did not expect to find her gone. He knew from experience what it felt like to have secrets kept from him in order to protect him. He had planned to tell her, but that's what Dumbledore had said too. He would not abandon her, or turn on her like they had to him.