The main door to the warehouse in the middle of a bad area in New York City burst open, no match for Cyclops' optic blasts. He and is his team or X-Men entered warily to find only a few iron and wooden crates and barrels left inside, most near the sides but a few in the middle. "This is where they are?" hissed Bobby a.k.a. Iceman, gazing around as a breeze blew through the door and carried with it the scent of dust and trash.

"This is where the coordinates said they'd be," said Storm uncertainly. "Then where are they?" asked Jean. "I dunno, but keep a sharp eye out," said Scott, slowly moving forward into the cloud of dust that floated about the warehouse.

Suddenly, the click of a lighter could be heard, and a second later a wave of flames came towards them from out of nowhere. Bobby immediately shot a jet of ice out to counter it, holding it in place a few feet from Scott.

The flames suddenly stopped, as if the person shooting them was unsure of what to do next. "Hello?" called Storm, stepping up beside Scott.

"What do you want? !" snapped a male voice, a kid that sounded just a little older than Bobby. "We're not here to hurt you!" Storm assured, then hissed to her team, "Just hold up your hands and don't move."

All her fellow X-Men silently held up their hands, remaining unmoving as they heard some muffled bumps and grumbling voices that didn't carry far enough for them to hear clearly.

"We just want to talk to you for a moment!" Jean called this time. Again, there were more indistinct, unsure mutters behind some of the crates in the middle of the room. "What about?" called another voice, this time female.

"We come from a school for mutants; if you're all the same, we can take you there and give you a better life!" called Storm. Once more, there were indistinct voices, some slightly raised in anger but still too quiet to hear.

Finally the first voice that had spoken called, "A couple of us are interested, but if you do anything to them you're dead!"

And with that, five teenagers appeared from behind the crates; two girls and three boys.

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"Well, what do we do?" Wanda hissed to her older brother Pietro as he glared above the crates at the X-Men in their warehouse. He and John Allerdyce were both ready to fight, but since the X-Men seemed unwilling to hurt them, Wanda had convinced them not to.

"I don't know. Betsy, are there anymore of them nearby?" Pietro asked. Betsy closed her eyes and focused before saying, "No, but I think one of them is a telepath; I just avoided alerting her of my presence."

Betsy glanced at her friends Irene and Vanisher (he wouldn't give his human name) uncertainly, unsure of what to do.

"Should we go out there?" asked Wanda, only to be snapped at by Pietro, "Hell no! I'm not letting you of people walk out there alone!" "Then what do you suggest we do, genius? ! Just wait here forever?" snarled Irene, her blind eyes radiating her frustration at being able to see the action.

"Well, if we have to go out, I'm going too!" Pietro announced, his voice full of determination. "Fine. Who else?" asked Wanda, turning to the rest of the older mutants, the younger ones hidden among the crates on the right and left of the room.

Megan raised a hand, her colorful wings fluttering. "I'll go," she said. "Um, Megan, you should probably stay with the little kids; you're the only one that can keep them calm," suggested John. Megan glared at him before nodding resignedly.

"Wait; before we decide who goes, Caliban, what are their powers?" Pietro, asked, looking to the pale disfigured mutant for help.

"Caliban can sense them; the one with the funny glasses has laser-vision, the white-haired woman controls the weather, the red-haired woman is telepathic and telekinetic like Betsy, and the boy can control ice," said Caliban, eyes focused hard on the X-Men.

"Alright…. Okay; Me, Wanda, Betsy, Jamie, and Vanisher. We'll go out there. Megan, you, Caliban, Jason, and Irene go back with the kids and gather them all in the same place. Tell Bella to keep an eye on the X-Men; John, you too. Keep an eye on them," ordered Pietro quickly.

They all nodded and Megan said an incantation; a portal opened next to her and she allowed Caliban, Irene, and Jason to go through before she followed.

Pietro moved to go out when Wanda hissed, "You sure we can handle these guys?" "There's only four of them," said Pietro with a shrug, "What can they do to us?"

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Hermione quickly glanced around her to make sure she was alone; once sure there was nobody else in the dorm, she lifted her hand. Immediately all the metal objects in the room began to levitate slowly.

Hermione could always feel the metal connected to her, but she was never able to manipulate it as she wished unless she alone or with Harry.

"It's in your very nature to manipulate metal," said Harry's voice in her head observantly, "If you don't do it once in a while you'll just feel suffocated." "I know. What do you think I'm doing this for?" she asked sarcastically.

"Just making sure you did it. Oh, and Lavender Brown is coming up to your dorm in two minutes."

Immediately Hermione allowed the metal to drop with a loud thud. Lavender appeared seconds later, looking worried. "Did something fall over?" she asked, looking around for the source of the noise.

"Oh, I dropped my book," said Hermione good-naturedly, picking a book off the floor. "Oh, okay then," said Lavender, walking over to her bed and pulling a make-up bag out of her trunk.

"So….. you and Harry huh?" said Lavender suddenly. Hermione blushed slightly but nodded anyway. "Yeah. So?" she asked. "Oh, nothing, we were all just expecting you to go with Ron," Lavender said.

Hermione shook her head fiercely. "Nope. Harry's the only one for me," she sighed, a little dreamily. "How'd it happen?" asked Lavender suspiciously. Hermione froze, then said, "We hooked up over the summer. Nothing special."

Lavender smirked. "Fine, don't tell me!" she laughed, walking out to the bathroom to work on her make-up. Hermione grinned as she left, feeling the tempting hum of her metal hairclips. "Don't make a scene," reprimanded Harry's voice.

"Oh, fine!" laughed Hermione, lying back on her bed to relax, content to just feel the magnetic hum of all the metal in the Gryffindor Tower.

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A/N: This is where we leave off. PLEASE, please I am begging you, if you REALLY want me to update, give me reviews; I want your opinions! This is my first crossover; I need help from your advice!
-Wind