This story officially takes place in the time after the first movie and before the second. I'm not entirely sure how much time is really in between them so it will be however much time I make it.

Thank you kyuubi, windlg, and Alicia Spinet for reviewing. I was beginning to lose hope.

Alicia Spinet: Harry is not a mutant, the Professor just assumed that he was because he had powers and the Professor does not know about the magical world. Harry altered his appearance the muggle way, and Rosaline's appearance was not altered.

Windlg: Rosaline is not a witch, just a mutant.

I CANNOT WRITE ROGUE'S ACCENT FOR MY LIFE. I'M SORRY. Just pretend that she has an accent.

The next morning, Rosaline was awakened by her new roommate. "Hey, hey wake up, Rosa. I don't want to be late to breakfast because you decided to sleep in. Wake up!" Baylee was shaking Rosaline so hard that she nearly fell off the bed.

Rosaline sat up in shock and glared at Baylee tiredly. As she was about to fall back down and sleep some more, Baylee caught her and gave her a stern look.

"If you don't get up, I won't wait for you and you won't get breakfast and I will laugh as you complain all day about how hungry you are." She said.

Rosaline's shoulder's slumped in defeat and she turned to climb out of the bed. Baylee nodded to herself and went over to her set of drawers and started to pull out clothes. Still asleep, Rosaline wobbled to her own set of drawers and picked her clothes for the day. Baylee turned to the wall and started to change. Startled by this, but not commenting, Rosaline did the same.

Baylee chuckled, "I'm guessing you've never had a roommate before."

"Why would you guess that?" Rosaline questioned. Was it just Baylee, or was everyone at this school able to figure things out this well?

Baylee turned around, zipping her fly, and said, "When someone has a roommate, they are used to changing in front of eachother."

"Oh." Rosaline said, blushing.

They both made their way to the cafeteria. Rosaline tried to remember the route from Miss Storm's tour the day before, but the place was just too big to keep track of. Baylee led her to the food line.

As she was waiting and she looked around the room, she noticed how normal she and Baylee really were. There were kids of every shape, size, and color. There was a student that was so big and muscular that he looked to be in his mid-twenties instead of seventeen. There were others with green skin or red fur. It was amazing. Almost every student was showing off their powers. In a group on the side one boy was lighting thins on fire while the boy next to him was freezing them. Everyone was happily laughing, even though they all new that what they were doing here, caused chaos in the outside world.

"Hey, Rosa, come on." Baylee's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She realized that her tray was full and she had been standing in the way of other students.

"Oh, okay. Sorry about that." She stumbled over her words, apologizing.

"It's fine, just come on, before the seats fill up." Baylee answered. They made their way over to the table with the 'fire and ice' guys. "Hey guys. This is Rosaline aka Cerna." Baylee introduced.

The kids at the table smiled and made room for the pair. Rosaline was sitting next to Baylee and a girl around her own age with light brown hair. Across from them were the guys and a girl with dark brown hair with a streak of white going through it.

"So," said the girl across from her, "First day? That's tough. I'm Rogue." She held out a gloved and over the table and Rosaline shook it shyly.

The girl next to her also introduced herself, "I'm Kitty, or Shadowcat. Welcome to Mutant High."

The boys introduced themselves as Pyro, the one with the fire power, and Bobby aka Iceman, the one with the ice power.

They sat, eating for some time. Rosaline did not join in the conversations. Some were about school classes; others were about the last mission that the x-men went on. But when the topic came around to the different types of mutant, they forcibly included her.

"What I'm saying is that the government makes assumptions about mutants that are not necessarily true. Not all mutants are dangerous. Not all mutants are capable of doing dangerous things with their powers." Bobby said. "When you really think about it, most mutant abilities are harmless, I can create ice, but what good is that."

"The problem with humans is that they let their imaginations get the better of them. They imagine that mutants are dangerous and want to take over the world. While some do, some don't." Pyro added

"Just like if we make the assumptions that all humans hate all mutants," Rogue said, aiming her words at Pyro.

"Now, that is true." Pyro retaliated.

"Not entirely", Kitty chipped in, "There have to be some humans that don't hate us. There are some students here that have told their parents and they are okay with it."

"Kitty is right." Baylee said, "My parents may have freaked when I told them, but my uncle was fine with it. He even works for the government."

"Just wait until they pass the Mutant Registration Act or worse, lock us all up. Then he won't care as much." Pyro said.

Baylee humphed and turned to Rosaline, "What about you? What do you think?"

Rosaline did not like the spotlight but answered anyway. "My dad was okay when I told him, and he doesn't work for the government, so there must be some humans that don't hate mutants." She winced at the word 'human', still not comfortable with separating herself from the label.

Pyro, put out that she had helped Baylee's side of the argument, turned on her, "Well, since you're rooming with Lingue, your power is not considered that dangerous. What exactly is your power that your father didn't mind."

"Well," she answered, gaining confidence with each word, "It happened yesterday that I found out. One minute I was in my house and the next, I was at my father's art studio. He is a painter and a sculptor and he has his own studio, but it's far away from our house. Then I did it later to spy on my dad talking to the Professor. I was in my room, but I was also downstairs."

They looked thoughtful, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Could it be a sort of teleportation?" Rogue wondered.

"No," Kitty said, "It sounds more like Astral Projection to me." Everyone looked at her questioningly. She rolled her eyes at them. "Astral Projection is being in one place, but sending your consciousness somewhere else." She said.

"Oh," Baylee exclaimed, "Try it Rosa."

"But I haven't done it on purpose yet. I don't know how."

"Just try it. Concentrate and put yourself," She looked around the cafeteria, "Over there." She pointed to the other side, near the door.

Rosaline looked nervously at the spot she pointed to. She closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, she was actually standing on the other side of the cafeteria. She watched her body collapse and heard her new friends worried shouts. Her conscious self ran over to the table, completely missing the fact that she ran through three other students, who tried to get out of her way, only to find that she wasn't really there.

Baylee and Kitty caught Rosaline's body as she fell. Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue looked on worriedly from the other side of the table.

Rosaline finally made it back to the table. "That scared me Rosa!" Baylee tried to hit her noncorporeal form.

Rosaline glared back at her, "You told me to do it. This is only the third time I've ever done this. I had no idea what happens to my body."

"Well, why don't you go back now." Bobby said.

Rosaline sighed and said "Alright, I'll try."

They watched as the Rosaline that they were talking to faded and her body came back to life. Baylee, still shaking, told them what she thought happened, "I checked your pulse, Rosa. It was almost gone. It was like you were dead. If we were to be fighting, you would be a liability, but you would be the perfect information gatherer as long as someone was around to protect your body."

They continued to talk and Rosaline relaxed. She felt as though she really could fit in here. When she got her schedule, there was at least one of her new friends in each of her classes. She wondered how her father could ever think she would not be safe here.

Aldin Reed signed in for work. He sat down at his desk tiredly and sifted through the paperwork that had materialized there since the day before.

"I'm doing this for you," he said as he looked at the only photo on his desk. It was a photo of his niece.

She was the only family he had left since his parents died. He was the only thing she had left as well, since his stupid brother had decided that he wanted a 'normal' family. For his brother it was bad enough that Aldin had been a wizard, but his daughter was a mutant too.

When he had taken this job, right out of school, he had never thought it would become as important as it had. The Mutant Situation, as many called it, had become increasingly harder to contain. Mutants seemed to be popping out of nowhere, while it became harder to track muggle-born wizards.

The separation of these two parties was imperative. The muggle government might have issues tracking mutants, but the magical world had no problem with doing just that. Every mutant was registered as soon as they appeared. It would bad if a mutant was accidentally sent to a magical school, but it would be catastrophic if a witch or wizard was sent to a mutant school. Mutant schools will run tests and if the student does not know that they are magical, the secret of their society could be revealed.

Aldin passed through the papers, noting which ones were out in the world and which ones were at a school, and which ones changed from one to another. He absentmindedly noted the new students. One did catch his attention, but he smiled at the thought that Baylee got a new roommate.

He wasn't happy for long as the file containing this new mutant's information was red-flagged. He checked the system for Rosaline Smith, but before he got any information, someone started hacking into the system. Whatever it was, was literally hacking away at the information, destroying everything it touched.

Aldin tried to save the Smith file, but it was inevitably destroyed.

Something was up about Rosaline Smith.

Alex collapsed onto his bed, exhausted. He had almost been too late. He knew that it wasn't enough to secure his daughter's safety, but he doubted that anyone would make the connection between his attack and Rosaline Smith.