When Julie woke up, she immediately felt pain in her arms. She saw that she was suspended by a pair of chains cuffed to her arms and attached to the ceiling. The cuffs were digging into her wrists. The floor was about ten feet below her. She tried to phase through them, but she received a painful jolt in her wrists, reverting her immediately solid.

She then gripped the chains, and, using her body strength, tried yanking the chains from the ceiling. The ceiling barely shook. A slight groan came from the metal, but that was about it. A few more yanks, and her shoulders and arms began to hurt.

The sound of footsteps behind her caused Julie to instinctively try to turn around. Her head jerked back painfully. Below her, Julie saw the Cajun man walk over to the wall she faced and lean against it, looking up at her.

"Well, you are a pretty young thing aren't you mon petite?" he asked.

Standing still, Julie could see he was an attractive guy. Maybe twenty, or twenty-one? Tall, muscular with brown hair that stopped short of a pair of eyes that almost looked red. He was rather handsome, but that bad boy smirk gave away his personality. He was really popular with the ladies, cocky, confident and clever.

He waited for some sort of response. "Not a talker? No worries. Magneto will have you talking in no time. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Gambit."

Julie snorted. "What kind of name is that?"

"But of course, that is not my proper name. Only my friends know my full name. You, chere, are clearly not my friend." Gambit took out a deck of cards and started to play with it. "And you?"

Julie simply shook her head. "Not on your life."

"Well, I must say, your abilities are impressive cherie. But, I am curious as to why you would come here? People do not just stumble upon us here. Magneto makes sure of that."

"Who is this Magneto person?" Julie asked. Gripping the chains, she started to swing back and forth.

"He'll be here in a little bit. I thought you and I could get to know each other. I like to know beautiful women."

"I suppose I'm supposed to be flattered?"

Gambit shrugged. "You are not an X-Men. And none of the guys seemed to recognize you. My guess is you have some vendetta against Magneto, or perhaps you know him as something else. Am I right?"

Julie attempted to shrug, and winced as pain shot through her shoulders.

"But you are young. Fifteen, or sixteen, maybe seventeen?"

"I turned seventeen a month ago. I'm not that young."

Gambit chuckled. "Petite, you are a youngin'. You have not lived life. Not yet."

"How old are you?" Julie asked.

"Twenty-one, twenty-two in a few months."

"You're not much older than I am."

"Five years is a bigger difference than it seems. I've lived more in five years than I have my whole life."

"That doesn't make much sense." The pain was too much in her arms so she let herself swing still.

"One day you'll understand." Gambit stood up straight, looking at someone behind Julie. "Well, see you around cherie...or maybe not."

Julie watched Gambit walk under her and out of the room. A few seconds later, the man in the red costume with the cape and helmet walked in front of her. With a wave of his hand the cuffs around her wrists released her and Julie fell. She telekinetically caught herself before she collapsed on the ground. She stood up, stretching her arms before looking at the man in front of her.

He took the helmet off of his head and Julie immediately recognized him.

"Nice haircut," Julie said.

"Ah, so that's where you followed me from," Mr. Lensherr said. "I didn't catch on to you until about Fifth street. You're very stealthy. Now the question: who are you?"

"I guess I have changed quite a bit." Julie closed her eyes and pictured herself four years ago. A young teen in her awkward stages of development. She felt her body morph into the image in her mind. "Remember me now?"

Mr. Lensherr's eyes widened for a moment. "It has been a few years since I saw you last. I'm assuming things didn't work out for you at Hogwarts."

Julie scoffed. "Not exactly. No thanks to you, Mr. Lensherr. Or, what is it that man called you? Magnet man?"

"I am known as Magneto in the mutant community." Magneto moved his hand and two chairs, facing each other, formed from the metal ground. "Please, have a seat."

The two sat, facing each other. Magneto clearly had the home advantage here. Julie decided she would have to pick her moment carefully.

"I honestly never thought I would see you again," Magneto said. "I came across my file on you a couple of weeks ago."

"You have a file on me?"

"I have a file on anyone of interest to me. But you did drop off my radar for a bit." Magneto leaned back and smiled. "I'm very pleased with what I've seen Ms. Summers. You clearly are mastering your mutant abilities. Invisibility, morphing, creation of ice...I've never heard of one mutant with so many abilities. It's wonderful!"

"It's been helpful every now and then." Julie didn't see anything in the room that would help her. Only metal. "What do you plan to do now?"

Magneto stood and began to pace. "Well, now that I know who you are, things change. I'm assuming this was your attempt at revenge against me. Am I correct?"

Julie glared at Magneto in response.

"Well, I would like to have you as an ally rather than an enemy, but I will never be able to trust you. Then again, I don't trust any of those buffoons who work for me."

"You make it sound like I would want to join you."

Magneto reached into a hidden pouch and pulled out a small wooden box. "I have a few reasons. This is one." He opened the box, revealing a crystal the size of her fist.

Julie jumped up form her seat and quickly backed away from the small, shiny object he held. Already she could feel her powers draining from her; at the same time her sight disappeared. She felt out in front of her and held onto the back of the metal chair.

"Empty crystals are easy to come by," Magneto said. The sound of his voice came from behind her. "But few people know their properties. I would never have guessed they were capable of stripping people of their powers. And, according to your brother, without your powers, you're blind."

I cold kill Derek. Julie thought. "I can live without my powers."

"I'm sure you could." The sound of shattering erupted and Julie's sight returned. "But I also have some forms of leverage. Such as an event that occurred in the Ministry of Magic two years ago. Rumor has it you had a vision of the death of your godfather, Sirius Black."

The color drained from Julie's face. "How could you possibly know that?"

"I have my ways. What I find interesting is that you had this vision, and you were there, but your godfather still died? If I were you, with few living relatives, I'd do anything to save one of the few people who mater to me. And yet, you were there, but he still wound up dead."

Tears gathered in Julie's eyes, along with anger that bubbled under the surface. "I couldn't stop it...I didn't know it was right then..."

"But what do you think your friends in the Order of the Phoenix will think of it? What about Mr. Potter? They would think you had let him die. I know I would."

Julie looked up at Magneto, tears pouring down her face. "You are a monster."

"You may see me that way, but I am doing you a favor. I haven't told anyone, so your secret is safe with me."

"For as long as I do what you say, right?"

"You catch on quickly."

"I'm not stupid. I know how blackmail works."

"Well, now that that's settled, let's get to business. You are still in school?"

Julie nodded. "We're on break for Thanksgiving, but they expect me back on Monday."

"Who do you live with?"

"I have someone who looks after me and my parents estate, but I live alone for the most part."

"Good, moving you should not be difficult."

"Moving me?"

"Of course, you do me no good being far away. I need you with easy access. I won't pull you out of school and you will have sufficient time to complete your schoolwork. I believe it's important for youths to receive a proper education."

"How noble of you," Julie said. "And where will I be going to school?"

"Bayville High School. I will move you into the Brotherhood Boarding House. My son, Pietro, is there, but you will report directly to me. Not him. He is attempting to train the boys who live there to be a good enough to join me. However, you will attend school with a group of mutants, perhaps you know them? The X-Men."

"The X-Men?" Julie said. "But, they would be my parents age..."

"These are a new set of X-Men. All around your age. Charles Xavier has created a sort of haven for young mutants."

"Oh..." Julie couldn't help wondering why he hadn't tried to find her? Her parents were a part of the original group of X-Men.

"You are not to make it known of your affiliation with me. I would like for you to make a friend among them, someone who likes to share."

"So, I'm your spy?"

"More than that. You now work for me. If I want you to break into a bank, you will do it. If I need you to probe someone for information, you will do it. If I ask you to kill-"

"No." Julie said this firmly. "I do not, nor will not kill anyone. Ever. That is my stipulation."

Magneto paused, then nodded. "Very well."

"So, I go home and pack my things?"

"Yes. You will return Sunday and I will meet you at Bayville park at six o'clock sharp."

Julie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Understand Magneto, Mr. Lensherr, whatever you go by: the minute I can be free of you, I will. And in that moment, I will turn on you and you will not see it coming. I will get revenge for you ruining my life. I promise."

Magneto laughed. "I will be impressed if you succeed."

Julie stood. "Do not underestimate my ability."