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Harry would have pressed against the window to watch where they were going in the nice, new-smelling car, but he didn't dare leave fingerprints. For a moment, his hand have hovered over the glass; he was quick to remember one of his earlier lessons: do not touch the window. Do not leave fingerprints on Uncle Vernon's nice car, or Aunt Petunia's somewhat less-nice car.
He could still remember the silver color of Uncle Vernon's car, and the maroon color of Aunt Petunia's.
Neither of them compared to the almost sparkly shine of the dark blue car that Logan and Professor Xavier were riding in.
One thing that Harry had only seen on TV was a wheelchair, so watching Logan aid Professor Xavier into the car had been curious. It had a lift, taking the wheelchair in by some mysterious mechanics. He wanted to know how it worked, but he didn't dare ask. As it was, he just watched as the buildings passed, and more and more the area left behind the familiar short jaunt to the grocery store where he carried the groceries for Aunt Petunia.
"Go ahead, kid," Logan said gruffly from the front seat.
A fear started to seize Harry's heart. Go ahead what? Was he supposed to do something to prove he was one of them?
"He means you can look out the window all you want, Harry," Professor Xavier said gently, "We don't care about keeping the windows clean."
Hesitantly, Harry put his hand on the glass, one finger at a time. Then, forgetting his ill at ease feelings, he quickly got absorbed by the sights.
A drive in restaurant; he had seen that in his textbook about the fifties, he realized, staring at the picture turned real.
Then a gas station with a large, round orange sign, and then the sign for their city's zoo, painted with zebras, lions, and elephants. Next, there was a shimmery green-glass windowed building, with whiteish concrete walls. The doors were see-through, completely glass, and people in suits, all different neutral colors, came in and out.
He quickly covered his eyes when he saw a woman with her belly and much of her chest bared. Aunt Petunia said those were bad women.
But then, he peeked again, thinking that maybe this woman wasn't one of the bad ones. Sure enough, she leaned over to give a small child who clutched about her legs an ice cream cone, pink with darker pink chunks.
She ruffled the child's hair, and kissed her on top of her head.
Then they made a turn, this time onto a street with much bigger buildings. They towered, shimmering glass on all sides. Harry could see himself in the reflections, and he looked very wide-eyed. His glasses were also on crooked.
Fixing them, he stared again, watching his image appear and disappear as they passed building after building.
"It's a short flight to the school," Professor Xavier said, his voice still so much calmer than either Aunt Petunia's or Uncle Vernon's. "We'll be taking the jet. But don't fear, because Ororo is an excellent pilot."
The name Ororo was charmingly different, and Harry let it roll off his tongue. "Ororo? Who is that?"
"Ororo is one of the X-men. She can control the weather, and she is very kind," Professor Xavier said, turning to look back at Harry a bit. He smiled when Harry met his eyes. "She will fly us there safely."
Harry considered this. He had never ridden on a jet before, and he had never met any of these people. Ororo sounded nice, Professor Xavier was nice, and Logan was nice to him. He could probably be okay if he rode in this jet with Ororo. Though, an important point quickly popped up in his mind. "How old is Ororo? Is she an adult?"
Logan laughed.
Professor Xavier said, with a smile, "Yes, Ororo is an adult, though I think she would appreciate us not telling you her age. She is very capable of flying a jet."
Harry nodded. For a fleeting moment, he'd been afraid Ororo was a child like him. But this brought up a new worry. "Um..."
"Yes, Harry?" Professor Xavier said kindly.
"Will there be... other kids at the school?" He felt like it was a stupid question, and now Professor Xavier would get mad at him.
But instead Professor Xavier nodded like it was a reasonable question. "Yes. There are a number of children there, younger than you and older than you. You won't be in the classes for the teenagers, which involve a lot of training; instead, you'll be with the other children near your age.
"Now, Harry, our school is not like a normal school. It's a small amount of children your age, so you'll be with children who are maybe two or three years younger or older than you. However, I think you'll grow to like the students that you have in your group."
Harry just nodded. He recognized that was rather different from Dudley's school, which had about 1500 kids grouped only into the same grade. However, he could accept this. A school was a school, and it was better than being 'in his own class,' as Aunt Petunia described it.
The car pulled into a parking lot next to a large, empty lot. As the car parked, Harry looked around for the jet. He saw nothing, until quite suddenly when it appeared, a big black thing, in the empty lot.
He stared, mouth open a little, until Logan opened his door. "Come on, kid."
Logan and Professor Xavier led the way to the ramp, and they headed up it. It was not so steep, but Harry's calves hurt already by the time they reached the top. He stopped to rub at them, as the ramp closed up behind them.
Then he was awed. The inside of the jet was gray, but not like ugly sweaters gray. Instead, it was smooth, pliable to the touch. Harry figured it was leather of some kind, as he pressed on it.
Logan led the way to the cockpit, and there was a whole row of seats, and these were leather-like, but even softer, due to stuffing underneath. Harry watched as Professor Xavier took a spot that hooked onto his wheelchair, keeping it in place. Logan walked up to the pilot's chair, saying to the pilot, "Hey, Ororo. We're ready to go; the Dursleys didn't put up a fight."
Ororo, the pilot, was beautiful. She had long white hair, and Harry had only seen white hair on old people, but it looked so soft and silky compared to theirs that he wanted to touch it.
She looked back at him, and gave a brief smile. "Hello, Harry. Please buckle yourself in."
He hastily sat in a seat, his cheeks a little hot. He clicked the buckle together, wondering why he felt the way he did about Ororo, and how nice and pretty she was.
The jet lifted, and Harry's gut seemed to be left behind. He held tightly to the seat, and Logan, who wasn't even bothering to be buckled in, came back to him and handed him a bag. "If you need it."
He clutched the bag, heart racing.
He was in a jet. He was going to school. And the people here were nice and weird, like him.
Despite his quailing gut, he smiled.
/AN/ I really didn't expect the attention I got! I'm sorry about sounding kinda negative, I'm used to writing Hetalia stories, and that's a fandom that's really died off recently. I am actually brainstorming a lot about this story lately. I am having some issue deciding which characters to have and how to present them. Like, do I do fusions, characters from HP, characters from X-men and related comics, or a mix of both groups of characters? It's a tough question, but I am figuring it out. Expect to see kids in the next chapter!
Thanks for all your reviews! It was really great. :)