Post by Eclipse on Feb 4, 2005 22:06:59 GMT -5
~ Yes, it's another crossover. More of my utter insanity! X-men and Harry Potter crossover this time. Please at least read and tell me what you think. Also, I have recently experienced some problems with this site replacing my more colorful language with other words or abbreviating things (f**k). ~words~= thoughts.
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“Harry! Harry, come on! Will you slow down!?” This had been going on for about a half hour; Hermione and Ron sprinting after a fleeing Harry and calling for him to stop. The trio had been having a perfectly normal conversation outside of the kitchen of Grimmauld Place when Harry had dashed off all of a sudden; clear out the door! Hermione had tried desperately to think of what might have set the boy off to no avail. Ron had just been telling about the time when George and Fred gave Charlie a candy that turned his hair bright pink when Harry had suddenly gotten a stricken expression and run outside as fast as he could. They had been following him for almost a half hour now without him showing any signs of stopping or responding to their calls. Hermione and Ron simply exchanged exasperated and worried looks and continued after the fleeing Gryffindor. ~ I bet this has something to do with his random “excursions” and his sudden need to be alone so much. I just don’t get it; he seemed fine when we picked him up from the Dursley’s last week. ~ As Hermione though this she had to keep from mentally berating herself and concentrating on keeping up with the longer legged Ron. None of it made sense! Harry had seemed fine when they picked him up but that fine very quickly changed to odd. Harry had taken to locking himself in his room for hours at a time and refusing to let anyone, even Ron, inside. He had also taken to leaving the house when he thought everyone was to busy to notice his absence. Fred and George however, being masters of sneaking around themselves, had noticed Harry’s going’s on and told his two best friends.
“Harry, come on mate! What the ruddy hell is wrong!?” Ron was getting annoyed now, he was beginning to get a cramp in his leg and that was not improving his disposition any. Now, Ron wasn’t about to say he was some sort of track prodigy or anything but his long legs did insure him a good amount of speed. Speed of which he was quite sure his friend did not possess. ~ Ugggg, we should have been able to catch him by now! How is he going so fast?!~
Harry, for his part didn’t really register his friends calling him. He could remember listening to Ron tell about his brother’s fate and then feeling an intense pain. This pain had plagued him all summer, hence the seclusion. Luckily for him though, there were people he could go to whenever this pain threatened to become too much. Harry had tried his best too keep his friends from noticing his odd behavior and he knew he had failed miserably. Even though they knew something was off they didn’t yet know what that something was and Harry was intent on keeping it that way. Unfortunately, his body didn’t seem to like that plan very much. Harry had no idea what to do, he knew what was coming and he knew he just could not let Ron and Hermione see him when his “pain” took control. Yet, he knew he couldn’t continue running at this speed for long. Ron was faster then him and only Harry’s blind fear and determination to not let his friends find out about his secret were keeping the red head at a distance. Normally Ron would have caught up with him within the first five minutes. Harry was beginning to panic now, the pain was getting worse, and he felt as if he might black out it was so intense. He was so busy trying to keep from fainting and keep running he didn’t notice the girl a few paces in front of him until he had run straight into her and fallen to he ground.
“Hey, watch we’re you’re going you ass. Honestly you could- Oh my god! Harry?” Harry tried to lift his head off the pavement as he heard the girl call his name. He saw the figure lean down on the sidewalk next to him and heard her call for him again. He recognized the easily definable white streak in the red hair and the southern drawl as the girl helped Harry to sit up.
“Harry what is it? Are you alright?”
“Oh god, it hurts. f**k, it’s never been this bad before.” Harry could just feel his back burning as his appendages fought to break free from his skin. Then as he felt the pain reaching a crescendo he clung to the girls arm and screamed.
The girl with an odd hair color began to gently and as carefully as she could remove Harry of his shirt when she suddenly could feel what seemed like a thin stick pointed at her throat. Ron and Hermione had come up to Harry just in time to see a stranger relieving him of his shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing!?”
“If you would stop attempting to gouge a stick through my throat you would see I’m helping Harry! Not get out of my way!” With one swift movement the girl had thrown Ron flat on his back. Hermione could only glare at her as she returned to taking Harry’s shirt off. Once that was done she very carefully laid Harry on top of his shirt, flat on his stomach. She then proceeded to gently probe and massage the raw and terribly scarred and torn skin around Harry’s shoulder blades.
“Do you really think Harry needs a massage?! He needs a doc-,” Hermione stopped as she saw the ripped and bleeding skin that the girl was massaging around. “Oh my god! Wh-what happened to Harry?” The girl only looked at Hermione sadly and shook her head; as if to say "I can’t tell you but I wish I could." By now, Harry was positively crying in pain and it took all of his strength to keep from thrashing out of the girls hands.
“What-went-wrong? Why is it-so bad? Oh Jesus-make it stop! Rouge, help!” Harry cried out brokenly between fits of pain. The girl, Rouge, looked as if she was about to cry.
“I know Harry, I know. Just hang in there. It’ll be over soon. You’re almost there. I’m right here with you. It’s okay. Just hang in there.” Rouge kept talking softly and soothingly to Harry as in shock, his two best friends watched large, looming, black things come free of their friend’s shoulders. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Harry breathed shallowly and was gathered into his savior’s arms as she gently positioned him so his two additions would have room and not be crushed against her or the pavement. Harry closed his eyes as Rouge began to wipe his brow of the beads of sweat that had accumulated there only to open them again as his best friend spoke up.
“Harry…Harry mate, please tell me you aren’t sporting wings. For once, just tell me I ate one of Fred and George’s untested candies and I’m a hallucinating.”
“Sorry Ron, you’re seeing the real thing. Ummm, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this little detail of my summer.” Hermione and Ron could only stare.
“Harry, you mean you grew wings over the holidays?”
“Well, if you want to put it simply yes, although it’s a bit more complicated then that.” Harry looked sheepishly at his now gaping friends.
“Hey Harry, sorry to interrupt the sure to be Kodak moment but I’m gonna go call someone from the institute to come give us a lift okay?”
“Wait, no! You can’t. Well, I mean you can. But I can’t leave. My guardian would have a bloody conniption fit and plus my friend’s parents here and my teachers and…”
“Okay, okay. Well I’m at least gonna call someone to come fix you up.” Turning to Hermione and Ron she said, “How ‘bout you two be of some use and help Harry over to that patch of trees. Somehow, I don’t think the neighbors want to see a kid with wings out on their sidewalk.” She then went off to use her cell phone and watch as the two Gryffindors carried out her orders.
When Rouge looked Harry over almost as if she was a doctor examining a patient. He was pale, and still seemed to be in a bit of pain but looked otherwise alright. Once she was approaching them she began to tell them how she had called a friend of hers and he would be there as soon as he could but warned them he might be a bit testy. They were all sitting and chatting calmly when out of the blue a pale blond haired boy appeared walking up the street towards them. As soon as he was close enough he began loudly berating Rouge.
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!? I thought I TOLD you not to try and get in touch with me this summer because my father might find out. He almost got my phone this time! What part of “don’t call me under any circumstances didn’t you understand?! You realize if my father had indeed found my phone he would have beaten me senseless. Are you trying to get me killed?! Or do you just really, really hate me?” As the boy stopped to breathe Rouge cut in.
“Chill out. You can stop the premature aneurysm. I’m sorry okay, it was an emergency and you’re the closest one of us living anywhere near here that might be able to help! So just stop being a f**kwit and help Harry.” Now, up until this point the blond boy had been oblivious to the presence of the three friends but now he turned around only to let out a gasp of surprise.
“Potter? You have got to be kidding me!”
“What are you on about Rouge?! I don’t want his help!” Rouge flew her hands in the air exasperatedly.
“Lemme guess, school friends?” Both boys were just about to indignantly protest when yet again, Rouge cut them off. “Look, I really don’t give a nuts about your school rivalries and your wizard issues. What I do know, is that right now Harry needs some help and Draco is going to use his powers to give him that help. Now SHUT UP!” Draco looked from Rouge to Harry, as if weighing the worst course of action. Seeming to decide Rouge was a far greater threat Draco strode over to Harry and quickly located Harry’s problem.
“My, my Potter. Scar not enough for your fans to distinguish you by?”
“Shut it Malfoy.”
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“Harry! Harry, come on! Will you slow down!?” This had been going on for about a half hour; Hermione and Ron sprinting after a fleeing Harry and calling for him to stop. The trio had been having a perfectly normal conversation outside of the kitchen of Grimmauld Place when Harry had dashed off all of a sudden; clear out the door! Hermione had tried desperately to think of what might have set the boy off to no avail. Ron had just been telling about the time when George and Fred gave Charlie a candy that turned his hair bright pink when Harry had suddenly gotten a stricken expression and run outside as fast as he could. They had been following him for almost a half hour now without him showing any signs of stopping or responding to their calls. Hermione and Ron simply exchanged exasperated and worried looks and continued after the fleeing Gryffindor. ~ I bet this has something to do with his random “excursions” and his sudden need to be alone so much. I just don’t get it; he seemed fine when we picked him up from the Dursley’s last week. ~ As Hermione though this she had to keep from mentally berating herself and concentrating on keeping up with the longer legged Ron. None of it made sense! Harry had seemed fine when they picked him up but that fine very quickly changed to odd. Harry had taken to locking himself in his room for hours at a time and refusing to let anyone, even Ron, inside. He had also taken to leaving the house when he thought everyone was to busy to notice his absence. Fred and George however, being masters of sneaking around themselves, had noticed Harry’s going’s on and told his two best friends.
“Harry, come on mate! What the ruddy hell is wrong!?” Ron was getting annoyed now, he was beginning to get a cramp in his leg and that was not improving his disposition any. Now, Ron wasn’t about to say he was some sort of track prodigy or anything but his long legs did insure him a good amount of speed. Speed of which he was quite sure his friend did not possess. ~ Ugggg, we should have been able to catch him by now! How is he going so fast?!~
Harry, for his part didn’t really register his friends calling him. He could remember listening to Ron tell about his brother’s fate and then feeling an intense pain. This pain had plagued him all summer, hence the seclusion. Luckily for him though, there were people he could go to whenever this pain threatened to become too much. Harry had tried his best too keep his friends from noticing his odd behavior and he knew he had failed miserably. Even though they knew something was off they didn’t yet know what that something was and Harry was intent on keeping it that way. Unfortunately, his body didn’t seem to like that plan very much. Harry had no idea what to do, he knew what was coming and he knew he just could not let Ron and Hermione see him when his “pain” took control. Yet, he knew he couldn’t continue running at this speed for long. Ron was faster then him and only Harry’s blind fear and determination to not let his friends find out about his secret were keeping the red head at a distance. Normally Ron would have caught up with him within the first five minutes. Harry was beginning to panic now, the pain was getting worse, and he felt as if he might black out it was so intense. He was so busy trying to keep from fainting and keep running he didn’t notice the girl a few paces in front of him until he had run straight into her and fallen to he ground.
“Hey, watch we’re you’re going you ass. Honestly you could- Oh my god! Harry?” Harry tried to lift his head off the pavement as he heard the girl call his name. He saw the figure lean down on the sidewalk next to him and heard her call for him again. He recognized the easily definable white streak in the red hair and the southern drawl as the girl helped Harry to sit up.
“Harry what is it? Are you alright?”
“Oh god, it hurts. f**k, it’s never been this bad before.” Harry could just feel his back burning as his appendages fought to break free from his skin. Then as he felt the pain reaching a crescendo he clung to the girls arm and screamed.
The girl with an odd hair color began to gently and as carefully as she could remove Harry of his shirt when she suddenly could feel what seemed like a thin stick pointed at her throat. Ron and Hermione had come up to Harry just in time to see a stranger relieving him of his shirt.
“What do you think you’re doing!?”
“If you would stop attempting to gouge a stick through my throat you would see I’m helping Harry! Not get out of my way!” With one swift movement the girl had thrown Ron flat on his back. Hermione could only glare at her as she returned to taking Harry’s shirt off. Once that was done she very carefully laid Harry on top of his shirt, flat on his stomach. She then proceeded to gently probe and massage the raw and terribly scarred and torn skin around Harry’s shoulder blades.
“Do you really think Harry needs a massage?! He needs a doc-,” Hermione stopped as she saw the ripped and bleeding skin that the girl was massaging around. “Oh my god! Wh-what happened to Harry?” The girl only looked at Hermione sadly and shook her head; as if to say "I can’t tell you but I wish I could." By now, Harry was positively crying in pain and it took all of his strength to keep from thrashing out of the girls hands.
“What-went-wrong? Why is it-so bad? Oh Jesus-make it stop! Rouge, help!” Harry cried out brokenly between fits of pain. The girl, Rouge, looked as if she was about to cry.
“I know Harry, I know. Just hang in there. It’ll be over soon. You’re almost there. I’m right here with you. It’s okay. Just hang in there.” Rouge kept talking softly and soothingly to Harry as in shock, his two best friends watched large, looming, black things come free of their friend’s shoulders. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Harry breathed shallowly and was gathered into his savior’s arms as she gently positioned him so his two additions would have room and not be crushed against her or the pavement. Harry closed his eyes as Rouge began to wipe his brow of the beads of sweat that had accumulated there only to open them again as his best friend spoke up.
“Harry…Harry mate, please tell me you aren’t sporting wings. For once, just tell me I ate one of Fred and George’s untested candies and I’m a hallucinating.”
“Sorry Ron, you’re seeing the real thing. Ummm, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this little detail of my summer.” Hermione and Ron could only stare.
“Harry, you mean you grew wings over the holidays?”
“Well, if you want to put it simply yes, although it’s a bit more complicated then that.” Harry looked sheepishly at his now gaping friends.
“Hey Harry, sorry to interrupt the sure to be Kodak moment but I’m gonna go call someone from the institute to come give us a lift okay?”
“Wait, no! You can’t. Well, I mean you can. But I can’t leave. My guardian would have a bloody conniption fit and plus my friend’s parents here and my teachers and…”
“Okay, okay. Well I’m at least gonna call someone to come fix you up.” Turning to Hermione and Ron she said, “How ‘bout you two be of some use and help Harry over to that patch of trees. Somehow, I don’t think the neighbors want to see a kid with wings out on their sidewalk.” She then went off to use her cell phone and watch as the two Gryffindors carried out her orders.
When Rouge looked Harry over almost as if she was a doctor examining a patient. He was pale, and still seemed to be in a bit of pain but looked otherwise alright. Once she was approaching them she began to tell them how she had called a friend of hers and he would be there as soon as he could but warned them he might be a bit testy. They were all sitting and chatting calmly when out of the blue a pale blond haired boy appeared walking up the street towards them. As soon as he was close enough he began loudly berating Rouge.
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!? I thought I TOLD you not to try and get in touch with me this summer because my father might find out. He almost got my phone this time! What part of “don’t call me under any circumstances didn’t you understand?! You realize if my father had indeed found my phone he would have beaten me senseless. Are you trying to get me killed?! Or do you just really, really hate me?” As the boy stopped to breathe Rouge cut in.
“Chill out. You can stop the premature aneurysm. I’m sorry okay, it was an emergency and you’re the closest one of us living anywhere near here that might be able to help! So just stop being a f**kwit and help Harry.” Now, up until this point the blond boy had been oblivious to the presence of the three friends but now he turned around only to let out a gasp of surprise.
“Potter? You have got to be kidding me!”
“What are you on about Rouge?! I don’t want his help!” Rouge flew her hands in the air exasperatedly.
“Lemme guess, school friends?” Both boys were just about to indignantly protest when yet again, Rouge cut them off. “Look, I really don’t give a nuts about your school rivalries and your wizard issues. What I do know, is that right now Harry needs some help and Draco is going to use his powers to give him that help. Now SHUT UP!” Draco looked from Rouge to Harry, as if weighing the worst course of action. Seeming to decide Rouge was a far greater threat Draco strode over to Harry and quickly located Harry’s problem.
“My, my Potter. Scar not enough for your fans to distinguish you by?”
“Shut it Malfoy.”