Disclamer: I don't own anyting. Harry Potter and X-men are not mine.

Authors Note: I didn't make something clear in the last chapter and I wanted to explain it. Electricity works everywhere in Hogwarts now. It is only in the Muggle Studies classroom where electricity does work, but magic doesn't. However, most students and teachers still do not use electricity.

Also, I want to explain why Scott is so mean to the point of being "Snape like". The first reason is that I was writing him as Hermione sees him (even though it does have parts from his point of view), and in that scene she sees him as a complete jerk who is worse than Snape. Don't worry, this view of him changes. The next reason why I wrote him so mean was to see if I could. I usually right him as happy and the nicest guy you will ever meet. It's nice to know that actually can write him differently.

I know this is getting long, but the reasons why I put Logan in Slytherin are 1) to prove not all Slytherins are evil and 2) because otherwise if he was in Gryfindor, there would be 5 there and only 2 in Slytherin.

Thanks to Beta for editing it for me, otherwise it wouldn't be readible.

Chapter 3

The Phone That Won't Stop Ringing

Scott's phone rang. The caller ID read Xavier Academy Salem Center, New York. He ignored it. He didn't want to speak to anyone there, especially the Professor. He didn't want to be reminded of anything there. This was stupid because he was grading the math homework from last Friday. The phone stopped ringing. Scott had a sigh of relief and went back to grading papers. After a couple of minutes the phone started to ring again.

Don't pick it up, He told himself. He knew it would just stress him out one way or another. He went back to grading his papers. The phone stopped ringing. Scott's AIM opened. Emma's screen name popped up.

2hott4U: Scott pick up the phone

SlymShaddy: Why???????

SlymShaddy: I'm kind of in the middle of something

Because Professor is giving me a fricking migraine here, Emma said telepathically.

Well it's not ringing, retaliated Scott. The phone started to ring again.

Yes it is.

Well why should I pick it up?

Because if you don't, you will spend the rest of your days think you are a 6-year-old girl.

I've heard that one before. Scott laughed. That was the saying that the Professor used on Scott whenever he did something the he disapproved of. He was afraid of it until Jean said that she would undo it if it ever happened.

Crap, I knew I got that from somewhere.

Yeah, the Professor. And I think that would be worse for the team than for me. Scott tried imagined himself leading the team like that.

Good point. I could always show a tape of it to the whole school.

Now that would just be an evil and cruel punishment.

Scott, I think having the Professor sing "I know the song that gets on everyone's nerves" over and over again is worse.

Yeah, I hate that song. Well good luck with that.

Scott if you dare break the connection I swear I will- He didn't get to hear the end of Emma's threat because he broke the connection. He laughed to himself. It must have been the first time he smiled in the last two months.

Kitty's AIM popped up.

Shadowkitty500: Dude, you have, like, 5 seconds before Emma rips you to shreds.

SlymShaddy: Tell her I'm picking up the phone.

Scott picked up the wireless phone. "What do you want, Professor?"

"Sorry to be bugging you right after you arrived, but…" the Professor was stalling.

"But what?" Scott said with a great deal of attitude.

"The students back here are having a hard time with only one teacher around the mansion. Frankly, I need someone else here to help me handle all the classes."

"You want me to come back, don't you?" Scott predicted.

"No, no, you and the rest of the team need to stay at Hogwarts."

"Then what did you call me for?"

"Well, I was thinking of getting a replacement for the biology position. I was wondering if you had any suggestions."

Yeah, Jean, Scott thought.

"Scott, Jean is de--"

"Don't you think I know that!" he shouted. "You think I don't know that she's dead, and not coming back! You think I don't know that?!" he said, still shouting. "I've been spending every second of the last two months trying to forget. Load of good that's done me. All you guys talk about 'poor Scott' or how pitiful I am. I don't want your pity! I want to be treated like a normal human being!"

He waited a couple minutes. "I've been pitied all my life. For once I want people to stop asking me if I'm all right, because it's obvious I'm not. That's not going to change no matter how many people feel bad for me."

"No one is trying to make you feel inhuman," he paused. "I just would like to know if you had a preference for the new teacher?"

Scott regained his temper and shrugged. "I don't know." A thought then came to mind. "Not Emma though. Anyone but Emma." Scott said almost smiling. Emma would probably teach the students how to do their make up instead of biology.

"I wasn't planning on hiring Emma, but all right it won't be Emma," He paused. "Well John just lit his room on fire, I have to go."

"Again?" Scott asked. This was the third or fourth time this year.

"Again," the Professor said a bit annoyed. He hung up.

Just then Scott noticed someone outside the door. "Miss. Granger, how long have you been there?"

Hermione came into the room, looking at one of the movie posters on the wall, and then glanced down. "I'm sorry about what happened to your girlfriend." She had felt so ashamed for how she acted today in class. Mr. Summers has every right to act like a jerk.

Scott was taken aback a bit by what Hermione said. "She was my wife, actually."

"Oh."

He wanted to get off that subject. "Isn't your friend supposed to be coming also, or is he skipping?"

"No, I told him that taking the grand staircase was quicker but he didn't believe me and he took his own 'shortcut' which he is convinced is quicker, but it really isn't." She took a breath, "So what am I doing?"

You're supposed to plan these things? Crap! "Uh, grading papers," he said trying to sound authoritative, but failed miserably.

"Ok, wait we haven't done anything besides that quiz and that doesn't count," she started to get nervous. "It doesn't count, right?"

"No, but calm down, you only got two or three wrong." Jeez, she's worse than I was when the Professor was teaching us trig. He had begged the Professor to let him retake any quiz that he got anything lower than a 95 on in almost every class he took. "I also teach a math class back in New York and I am assigning homework and quizzes via e-mail."

"Oh, ok." He handed her a stack of papers at least a foot tall. One quiz was around 10 pages long. "Are your quizzes normally that long?"

"No, that's their final exam," Scott explained.

Ron ran into the room out of breath. "Sorry I'm late, Peeves was throwing water balloons again," Ron explained. He was drenched from head to toe. Hermione laughed quietly. "Oh yeah Hermione, this is hilarious."

"I told you that you should have followed me." Ron made a face at her.

"And here's your pile," Scott said giving just as many to Ron. "The answer key is on top."

Ron's eyes widened. "Is this the normal length of a test in this class? Because if so there is no way I'll be able to pass this class."

"I just asked that," said Hermione.

"And?"

"No."

"Ok good," he opened the packet. "What is this? It's like numbers with letters with symbols. You understand this?"

"I teach it, and it's trigonometry. Most people learn it in high school."

"Oh, ok," Ron said looking at the jumble of trigonometric equations in front of him. It took him 30 minutes to grade the first test. By this time Hermione was already half way done with her pile. Another 10 minutes passed when Ron asked, "Does it count if their answer doesn't have the line thing?"

"What do you mean a 'line thing'?" asked Scott.

Hermione looked over at the paper. "Negative sign."

"Oh, um mark half next to that example."

About 20 minutes later Hermione handed Mr. Summers the pile of corrected papers. "Thank you, would you terribly mind correcting some more tests?" he asked. He was so unbelievably behind in his work. He had piles taller than him to correct. He was disorganized now. Most people who saw him thought he was the neatest person in the world. That was just Jean rubbing off on him. He was a complete disaster now, not only emotionally.

She glanced over at Ron, who was deeply thinking about what to mark a problem. He would be there until class tomorrow at this rate. "Sure, why not?" Mr. Summers handed her another pile of papers. She finished those papers in about 50 minutes. Ron still had 4 finals left. "Is there anything else left Mr. Summers?"

"Nope, I think I actually am caught up. Even though this is punishment, I owe you guys for helping me."

She turned around and smirked to herself. Ron looked hopeless with the piles of papers in front of him. "Honestly Ron!" she said, snatching the rest of the pile. "You're slower than a snail."

He glanced angrily at her. I don't need your help he thought, but he left the papers on her desk

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