Visiting the Anomalies of America

Harry Potter x X-Men (Crossover Fanfiction).

After farewelling the last of his friends, Harry decides to take some time off Britain and travel the world - search for a new purpose. He starts off in America and is soon bored. Being known internationally for all its "abnormalities", Harry decides to seek them out, hoping to make some new friends. Immortal Master of Death AU; Slash


4. Chapter 3

A quick Point-Me spell was all it took for Harry to find his way to the dining hall. He looked around, taking in the various groups that sat at the tables. He noticed that there was a long table for the adults to sit together; just like they had in Hogwarts’s great hall. He wasn’t particularly sure where to go, so he figured that that would be a place to start. As he began making his way over, he heard his name being called out. Turning, he scanned the crowds. There, in one of the tables, was Rogue; waving him over with a welcoming smile. His face brightened up and he made his way toward her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Logan entering the room and watching quizzically as Rogue called him over. When he got to them, he returned Rogue’s smile as she ushered him into the seat next to her.


                “Guys, this is Harry,” she introduced, and he nods his head to the other occupants at the table. “Harry, this is Bobby, Pyro, Kitty Pryde and Warren.” They all exchanged friendly greetings with him and the men some firm handshakes. Harry quickly turned in his seat to face Rogue so that he could get wanted he wanted to say out of the way first before other things. Winding his fingers around the chain hanging by his neck, Harry pulled the necklace forward so that it caught her eye.


                “You wanted to know what this was?” he asked to make sure she still wanted to know. Her eyes were on in speculatively and she nodded slowly. The others were watching them with mild interest; although they weren’t as interested as Rogue just because of some odd necklace. Harry’s lips turned up in a crooked smile. “this,” he shook the pendant to make his point, “is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.” Brows were raised at the rather peculiar and foreboding name.


                “The Deathly Hallows?” echoed Rogue. Harry nodded in confirmation. “What’s that?” He flashed another smile at her before answering.


                “They’re three gifts that Death himself had rewarded to the three Peverell brothers as a reward for having been able to cheat Death,” he explained vaguely. Now all the faces at the table turned sceptical. Well, almost all anyway. Rogue and a few others laughed.


                “So they’re from a fairy-tale then?” she asked. He gave her a mock contemplative face in return, but shrugged. “Is it interesting? How do they manage to cheat death?” Here he allowed a sly smile to slip onto his face.


                “I have it here actually,” he patted his mokeskine pouch. “Do you want to hear it?” he asked somewhat seriously. He didn’t want to bore them unless they truly wanted to listen. He watched as Rogue turned to the rest of the table’s occupants and asked them what they thought. Most gave nonchalant shrugs and why not’s. So, she turned back to him.


                “Alright, we’re listening,” she gave the rest another glance, “well, I’m listening at least.” Harry chuckled as he reached into his pouch and felt around for the book that Hermione had given to him as a gift – the copy that Dumbledore had given her in his will. Rogue seemed to watch his movement amusedly as his whole hand was inside was his pouch, which wasn’t very big either, and he seemed to be sifting around other objects too. What a mysterious bag, she thought. With an ‘aha!’ Harry pulled out the worn book and brushed it off gently. Flipping through the pages, he got to the right page. He cleared his throat as he placed the book on the table and began to read just as he’d heard Hermione read those many years ago.


                “There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road, at twilight.” Harry smiled as he recalled the outburst from Ron who had insisted that his mother had used ‘midnight’ instead. “In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. But being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death, and he felt cheated; cheated because travellers would normally drown in the river. But Death was cunning; he pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each should earn a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.” Harry risked a glance up and saw that by then, some of the other boys were trying to inconspicuously listen in whilst acting like they weren’t. He shook his head and silently chuckled as he read on.


“The oldest, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. So Death fashioned him one from an elder tree that stood nearby. The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate Death even further, and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave. So Death plucked a stone from the river and offered it to him. Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility.” Looking up at intervals more often, he saw as each person’s eyes lit up at various Hallows that appealed to them. Naturally, the wand and stone appealed to them the most. Then again, to them, the invisibility cloak was almost useless considering there were mutants that could already do that on their own anyway.


“The first brother travelled to a distant village, where with the Elder Wand in hand, he killed a wizard with whom he had once quarrelled. Drunk, with the power that the Elder Wand had given him, he bragged of his invincibility. But that night, another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother’s throat for good measure. And so Death, took the first brother for his own.” Some of the more mature individuals, such as Rogue and Warren, were obviously beginning to catch on as to where the story was headed. They smiled ruefully as they listened to Death get his revenge on the three brothers.


“The second brother journeyed to his home; where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his delight, the girl he had once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. Yet soon she turned sad, and cold, for she didn’t belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so death took the second brother.” Harry watched with intrigued eyes as Warren and Rogue shook their heads or just smiled pitifully; whilst the others hadn’t any reaction – most likely thinking about what happened to the Hallows itself than its owners.


“As for the third brother, Death searched for many years, but was never able to find him. Only when he attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the cloak of invisibility, and give it to his son. He then greeted death as an old friend, and went with him gladly; departing this life, as equals.” At the ending, he sat back up straight and saw that Rogue looked satisfied with the ending, Warren rather contemplative, whilst the rest off thinking in their own worlds.


“So,” he plucked up his necklace once more, and tapping the bisecting line on the middle. “The Elder Wand; the most powerful wand ever made,” he quoted, trying his best to recall Xenophilius Lovegood’s words as he had drawn the sign for them. Spinning the circular bit, he intoned, “the Resurrection Stone.” And finally sliding his fingers along the edges of the outer triangle, “the cloak of invisibility.” He dropped the pendant as he finished off, “together they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one Master of Death.”


Retelling the story seemed to have inspired a serious tone in him which he hadn’t planned on. So when his eyes slid back up, he could see that the others too were surprised at the seriousness he held. Trying to shake it off, he pulled a crooked smile. “Pretty cool, huh?” Most of them seemed to shrug off Harry’s odd behaviour and continued conversation. Only one or two seemed to seriously contemplate the story.


Somewhere in the other end of the hall, Charles Xavier opened his eyes slowly to the not-so-pleasant scowling face of Logan Howlett. He smiled, knowing that the other could no doubt have heard Harry’s story with the help of his enhanced hearing. He himself had been listening in with a little bit of effort.


                “Master of Death?” Logan repeated, “what kind of fairy tales has he been grown up with?” Xavier cast him a somewhat sad smile.


                “Ah, but Logan, you should learn to look into things a little closer,” he commented softly. Beside him, he had noticed some of the others had gone silent and were listening to their conversation. “Harry does not strike you as someone who would wear a necklace such as that just for show, am I wrong?” Beside him, Jean was nodding slowly. Logan too seemed to reluctantly concede to Xavier’s observations. Even though they hardly knew him and he sometimes came off as a child to them, Harry had an air about him that exuded seriousness. Almost like an unconscious aura of sorts.


“So,” Xavier continued, “why would he wear a symbol of a fairy-tale?” He left the question hanging for his students to think about as he smiled and returned his attention back to the table of youngsters Harry was seated at. He was going to have to catalogue Harry’s story into his file for future reference. Also the fact that the story’s focus had included magic was something that piqued his interest and would also be included for him to look into later on. Considering the “game” in which Harry had proposed, he deduced that he would be able to gather some more important information if he were to look in at the table through someone. After all, teenagers will be teenagers; and he was sure his students were all very eager to show off their powers. Whether they knew of his ‘game’ or not; Harry would still be obligated to give something in return anyway – the children will make sure of that. He emptied his mind as he concentrated on looking through one of his student’s eyes.


                “-start,” Xavier caught Bobby at the end of his sentence. He watched as Bobby re-enacted a trick he heard he had done to welcome Rogue to the school – creating a rose of ice. Harry’s face lit up at the sight and hesitantly, he picked up the cool flower, examining it in slight awe.


                “This is bloody brilliant Bobby,” he breathed, his more British side showing already. Then, a frown tugged at his mouth as some ideas ran through his head. Deciding swiftly, he swept his gaze across the table.


                “Just a minute,” he said, “you finished?” Indicating to Bobby’s plate, Bobby glanced down at it and then back at Harry in confusion but nodded anyway. Harry flashed him a reassuring smile as he grabbed it, scrapping some of the leftovers into the plate Warren had offered up and set it between them. Then, he gingerly placed the rose-like sculpture in the centre of the plate. He looked up to grin at Bobby whose brows were raised questioningly. Pursing his lips in determination, Harry concentrated, touched his finger to the edge of the plate, and non-verbally cast aguamenti.


There were pleasant exclamations of surprise and excitement in reaction to the plate filling up with water. Acting swiftly, Harry plucked some left over vegetables from someone’s plate and ripped them into smaller pieces, then scattering them on the plate. Finished, he sat back into his seat with an exaggerated sigh of relief.


                “There,” he said, “a pond!” The smile on his face was bordering on idiotic, but he felt good. Bobby laughed at his comment.


                “It’s a rose,” he argued, “roses don’t grow in ponds.” Harry’s smile faded as he registered that information, and then smacked himself on the forehead slightly, rolling his eyes.


                “Right…” he said lamely. A moment later though, he shrugged nonchalantly. The table’s attention was soon stolen by Pyro, who gave a mock scoff at their light banter. He leaned forward from his seat, left hand emerging from his side with a metal lighter which he flicked open with a click and lit it. With a twist of his wrist, the flame flowed fluidly from the lighter to the plate, surrounding it and melting the flower. Pyro’s face twisted with a cocky smirk at his handiwork and flicked his gaze up to catch Harry’s reaction. Harry’s eyes had widened, impressed. In his mind, he was wondering if the boys, like their powers, were opposites too. It was highly possible – with what he’d seen so far. At the same time, a brilliant idea came to his mind.


                “Watch this,” he said cheekily as he reached into his pouch again, digging around for another smaller pouch. He pulled it out, undid the tight drawstrings, and plunged his hand inside it – pulling out a small amount of powder. Pyro watched it with a raised brow, wondering what he was up to now. “Might wanna scoot back a bit,” Harry warned, “this might be a little messy.” Everyone scooted back a little bit except for Pyro who just smugly settled into his seat to watch. Letting out a breath and eyeing the powder in his hand, Harry mentally steeled himself, eyes closed. When he opened them, he threw the powder up into the air, promptly pointed at it and quickly cast a non-verbal incendio.


Fire erupted from his fingers and devoured the dark powder. Once the two came into contact with each other, the fire roared, increasing in size and the flame turning an eerie green hue; smoke billowing from it. Some shouts of surprise erupted from the tables around them and gasps were soon to follow. Many students from other tables were peering over each other to get a look at the odd fire. As the powder was pulled back down by gravity, the flame began to diminish after steadily eating up the powder.


Harry smiled and enjoyed watching his handiwork until it dropped into the ‘pond’ and sizzled, going out. The powder was regular floo powder than he had in his pouch in case he ever needed it. It wasn’t necessary to cast the spell, but he had figured it would’ve looked much more spectacular than just a regular flame. As he turned his attention back to the others, he saw most of them gaping.


                “You can control elements?” guess Rogue. At first, all of them were incredulous and was puzzled over the fact that he had two powers. However, looking at it that way made much more sense. If Harry could control the elements, that meant he could not only make water, but fire too. Harry pursed his lips in thought about her statement.


                “Hmm.. not exactly controlling them..” he started, “it’s kind of hard to explain,” he shrugged. “If you want to, you can ask Professor Xavier or Professor Logan,” Bobby, Pyro and                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       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held back scoffs at his calling Logan a ‘Professor’. Giggling, Kitty spoke up next.


                “My turn,” she turned in her seat to face Harry who waited expectantly. Gently placing her hand on his chest, she looked up at him to smirk before glancing back to her hand. Harry’s gaze followed hers and widened to see her hand pass through him. The first thing that went through his mind at that moment was ghost. He relived memories of the ghosts at Hogwarts phasing through walls and people alike – but whilst he felt a sickening shudder when they passed through him, he didn’t feel anything at all from her. Mouth gaping open, an awed smile split his face as he began to laugh. Kitty smiled and felt sort of surprised at his positive reaction to her odd power before withdrawing her hand and sitting back. Harry’s face turned thoughtful and he tapped a finger to his chin repeatedly whilst in thought.


                “Okay it’s a pain to explain to you the whole story, so you’ll have to check with your Professors another time, but basically what I’ve told them is that for anything you reveal to me, I’ll reveal something of equal value back to you about myself.” Harry began to say, raising brows. “I don’t exactly have anything in my arsenal that is like that,” he indicated to Kitty’s hand, “and the only thing I can think of is…” trailing off, he got up and pulled Kitty to her feet as well.


Once up, he cast a simple sticking charm to her shoes and then stepped away from her. Motioning with his hands for her to come to him, she made to move and almost fell head-over-heels when her feet didn’t move. Staring incredulously at her feet in confusion, she tried to lift her leg up and found it immovable. She turned an open-mouthed stare at Harry who was grinning back. Shrugging, he cancelled the charm and Kitty felt as if she had suddenly been released. Testing out her legs, she found that she could move again. Looking back up at Harry, a corner of her mouth twisted up in delight as she ran over to him and threw an arm around his shoulders playfully.


                “That’s crazy! What was that?” she asked him as they went back to their seats.


                “Uh.. a charm; of sorts,” he answered vaguely. Kitty seemed satisfied with his answer though, as she didn’t question him further. When they were back at the table and seated, she seemed to turn her gaze expectantly to Warren. He, however, seemed a little reluctant. Not wanting to force the boy to reveal his powers if he was uncomfortable, Harry spoke up. “You know, you don’t have to show me anything,” he gave a noncommittal shrug for added effect, “it’s just a little fun.” Warren seemed to be chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment.


                “Well.. It’s not like I don’t want to show you,” he started, looking around at his friends. Since he had came to the institute, they had been very welcoming and encouraging for him to accept his ‘gift’ and not be ashamed of it – something he had been trained to feel since young because of his father. “But maybe not here. It’s a little.. obtrusive.” Harry raised a single brow with a small smile, already curious. “I’ll show you another time if we’re outside,” Warren decided in finality. Harry nodded in understanding. Finally, they all turned to Rogue. Or at least, he did. The rest glanced at her cautiously, as if aware that she may be the one who didn’t want to show him hers.


                “Rogue?” he said, having seen the looks on the others’ faces. She was looking at him from under her dark lashes bashfully hesitant. He gave a reassuring smile in her direction.


                “My power’s not very cool,” she said slowly, almost whispering it. “I can tell you what it is though; but I can’t show you.” Cocking his head to the side, Harry nodded for her to continue. She drew in a breath before continuing. “I can.. sort of ‘borrow’ other mutant’s powers for a short period of time; by touching them.” Harry frowned.


                “Okay…” he said slowly, “what’s wrong with that?” A self-loathing look crept into her eyes and Harry immediately felt guilty for pushing.


                “It’s just, it’s painful to the mutant I touch,” she said, “they could die if I touch them for too long too.” Shocked, Harry merely stared at her for a moment. When Rogue didn’t hear any response, she flicked her eyes back up to see Harry watching her speculatively. He seemed to be staring at her gloved-covered hands. She beat back the urge to hide them behind her and just waited for him to say something.


Harry was contemplating what the implications of Rogue’s powers could have on him. He wasn’t really a mutant; so would it work on him? And that also answered the question of why Rogue seemed to wear very conservative clothing all the time – it had been quite odd for him when they first met because he had thought girls her age would enjoy showing off some skin. When he thought about it some more, he realized just how that would have affected her. The poor girl would be literally starved of affection! Knowing first-hand what that felt like, he was determined to test out what would happen if he allowed her to touch him. But not right now. He would have to give it some more serious thought first. After all – if she did manage to take his magical powers anyway, even if momentarily, it could end up being disastrous.


                “Rogue,” he finally called out, taking one of her gloved-hand in his as a gesture of reassurance. He knew that the kids would probably ask Xavier or Logan about him sooner or later and they too already knew he wasn’t exactly a mutant per say. “I’d like you to try it one day,” he said to her surprise and horror. “I’m different. I’m not a mutant, but I can’t tell you what at this stage.” To loosen the tense atmosphere, he gave her a casual wink, adding, “that’d ruin the game.” Everyone’s brows went straight up at the casual attitude of Harry towards Rogue’s very dangerous powers. “But for now,” Harry continued, “I think it’s time for me to turn in. I’ll see you guys around, yeah?” They nodded dazedly as he smiled and excused himself; retreating to his room.


Xavier pulled out of the connection then, already cataloguing the new information he had gathered. He was becoming increasingly interested in this boy. His abilities seemed endless! Also that last statement had him impressed at the audacity Harry showed – he had already approved of him because although he acted like someone who could be deadly, his attitude seemed to mean no harm to them. Added to his statement to Rogue, he was sure that Harry was a kind man if he was willing to risk himself to help her. Returning his attention to the staff at his own table, he cleared his throat softly to gain their attention.


                “As you all know, we’ve had a new guest here at the mansion since today. His name is Harry Potter-Black. I would appreciate it if you make him feel as welcome as possible here; although I’m still unsure if he would like to study under us as well. For now, I believe it would be wise to let him be to decide what he wants to do. I will speak with him tomorrow.” The table’s occupants all nodded understandingly, “Another thing is that the boy has proclaimed a ‘game’ of sorts.


“To my knowledge, the boy is in fact, not a mutant. He has, however, no qualms with revealing himself to us gradually. According to the rules set out by him, if you were to show him something, anything, he would try to reciprocate the gesture with something of his own in return. None of you are under any obligation to do so, but if you do, I would like it if you inform me of anything you find out about him.” Murmurs ran across the table which generally spoke of the staff’s willingness to do so.


“Logan,” the Professor spoke seriously, turning to the man in question who grunted to signal that he was listening. “I would like it if you could watch over him.” Logan choked slightly and turned to the man incredulously.


                “What? Do I look like a good babysitter to you?” he asked sarcastically. Scott snorted and he flipped him off.


                “I didn’t mean it that way, Logan. I mean, get to know him. Although it’s obvious that your personalities definitely clash with one another, I know that you’ve noticed the way the boy carries himself. I think that you’re the best choice to be able to truly understand him.” Logan snorted, yeah right.


                “Well Logan,” Scott cut in with a mocking tone, “maybe it’d even help you too. You know, you could end up being besties!” Logan turned and growled at him, glaring menacingly. Xavier held up a hand to placate the men.


                “Now now Logan, I think that is possible too. If you both manage to get past each other’s barriers, I think you both would very much enjoy the company of another who understands.” Logan grit his teeth at all this mushy friendship talk.


                “Whatever,” he said noncommittally.


                “Logan,” the Professor called out as he was making an escape from the table of idiots.


                “Yeah, yeah I know. Fine, I’ll do it,” he finally considered. Xavier smiled. “But no promises.” He promptly left, but the smile on Xavier’s face didn’t fall.

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