Title: Merging of the Worlds
Author: Mixer
Rating: PG
Spoilers: OoTP and X2 if you haven't seen or read them
Pairings: Why would I want to spoil it?
Summary: With the passing of the Mutant registration Act the Human world has begun to heat up for Mutants and with there lives in jeopardy they have welcomed Dumbledores offer of Hogwarts as a Safe Haven to the Students of Xavier.
Set After X2, and In Harry's Sixth Year after the events of the Order of the Phoenix.
~*~
The horrors of the past few months shook her to her core, fear petrifying her as yet again he took her face in his hands, the touch of skin to skin was a brief blessing for it changed, veins contorting his face, blood flowing heavily through them as he gritted his malformed and yellowing teeth, as she fought to break free.
Rage at the world that had been so brutal in his up bringing, fear for his people and stronger emotions screamed into her along with the undeniably sweet taste of his power.
The power gave her a pause, it felt almost coppery and as it flowed inside of her the world around began to truly live, not the world of flesh and blood, not the organic world. But the world of iron and metal and magnetic fields, overwhelming to her senses, his pain was drowned out as he was yanked away, the break in contact ceasing the ebb of his power. Not that it mattered, she was already filled to the brim with it, and for a few moments she could fade away into that energy now coursing inside of her, until the beauty of that power too was shattered.
She didn't just remember screaming from the pain, she felt it all anew, the machine she had been locked into drawing on her new found powers, wrenching them from her in a way that went beyond any agony she had ever known, the flitting and whir of the machine as it spun kept her screams from the world as consciousness was stolen from her.
Too new to his powers, she couldn't stop the machine even though by all rights the metal should have now yielded to her will. She felt herself dying, and the knowledge that she dreamt helped her none as her mind flicked between images, through new and old pains. The machine at Ellis Island, the sting of adamantium through her chest, the crashing of the car, but she always came back to the machine.
She could feel the cool chill of sweat on her body, the slight rocking motions as the train began to disembark, and still she could not wake, her fear and pain feeding the dreamscape until it brought her to the climax, and only knowing that in moments she would be free once again allowed her to keep her sanity.
Her mind was reeling as she saw the young mutant head down the street, unaware of the three men trailing him, they beat him to the ground before she could utter a word and in moments those three had become a mob and dozens of men and women crowded the mutant, many with weapons and she was paralysed by it all. Only being freed from her daze as violent explosions, unleashed by several other mutants in an attempt to stop the mob, knocked her from her feet. She felt the horror take her as the calm of the morning street was well and truly shatter and for the first time she realized that the War had truly Begun.
And with that realization, the dreamscape released her and Rogue snapped to consciousness, her eyes blinking the sleep away as she pushed her head from the window where it had been resting, though resting really wasn't the word for it, the nightmare harassed, pain inflicting, agonizing unconsciousness was just too much for her to think so soon after waking, so resting would have to do.
Letting a sigh escape her she was pleased to notice the soft pitter patter of the rain against the window, and while the light chill of the crisp air may have been slightly uncomfortable for most, she was heavily clothed, with every inch of skin covered except for her face, and even that had the slight droop of a hood over it, shielding the upper half of her face.
Which is why she didn't notice the three teens across from her until one of them gave her a bright and cheery hello and almost induced a heart attack.
Rogue's head shot up, her hood flung back a little so that she could lock eyes with the three strangers; vaguely she took in her surroundings while staring directly at the boy across from her. She was in a compartment of some kind, from the rattling and jolting, a train.
The boy across from her was about her own age and had jet black hair, emerald green eyes and his most prominent feature was the lightning bolt scar firmly placed on his forehead, she wasn't sure from him sitting down but he was probable taller then her and the way his clothes were hanging off him skinny to boot.
Her eyes raked over the other two as well, one was a girl and seemed to not notice Rogue existed, being thoroughly engrossed in the magazine in her hands and the other boy was a little chubby and equipped with a round face. He was wearing a black robe with a crest of an H and a lion on it. It was only the crest that finally clicked and allowed her to shake off that last layers of sleep, she was on the Hogwarts Express and on her way to the school of Hogwarts itself, the teenagers across from her being current students at the school.
"Do you mind if we close the window now?" The boy with the scar asked, and on seeing her confused expression explained "Only, it's a little cold in here and when we closed it before you started to shake and seemed to stop when we opened it back up again"
She blinked a couple more times before she could answer, "S-sure, um thanks for leaving it open before. I'm Rogue" and she offered him a gloved hand, which he took.
"Harry, that's Neville" indicating the other boy "And the magazines Luna" he stated before popping up to heave the window shut, at the mention of her name the magazine lowered to reveal slightly widened eyes as if the girl were surprised by something, pale eyebrows and dirty blonde hair that looked as if it could reach her waist line.
She offered a quick "Pleased to meet you"
Before the magazine shot back up to hide her face once more.
Rogue looked back at Harry, and he just gave a sort of half shrug and murmured something about that just being Luna, before fixing her attention back on her, as did Neville.
"So are you a transfer Student? Because I don't think I've ever seen you around before, and I don't think I've ever seen any besides Hermione reading that" Only the flick of his emerald green eyes towards the book slumped beside her indicated what he was talking about.
Rogue felt a small smile slip onto her face as she closed the book and put it back into her bag.
"Um, I guess I'm kind of a new student-" She didn't get to say anymore though, for the door to the compartment was virtually smashed from its hinges in its violent outburst as a fiery red head shot through. She was worried for a moment, about whether the door was still intact and that if the red head didn't slow down he'd burst into flame.
The Red head didn't notice Rogue in his excitement, words tumbling from his mouth in an attempt to say something to Harry, but she doubted if he was having any more luck deciphering what he was saying than she was.
At Harry's motioning he'd just started to slow down and explain when there came a nice loud throat clearing from the door that shut him up. Two girls stood there, a second freckle covered Red Head, and a bushy brunette, both stood with contemptuous looks at the first Red Head, arms crossed in a disapproving matter.
"Really Ron" the Red headed girl said, there was such a resemblance that no one would be able to miss that the two red heads were family.
"Don't you know how to keep a secret?" The brunette picked up.
Rogue noticed both Harry's and Neville's eyes pricked up at the mention of a secret, Harry's mouth was just starting to open, as was the red head Ron's. "No" the brunette cut them off before they could utter a word and she just had to smile at the way all three of the boys faces fell, obviously they were all good friends.
"Aww, come on 'Mione." Ron started and she just shook her head.
"For the moment its Prefect business, Harry will find out when he gets to the school just like everyone else" the brunette finished, and it was obvious from the tone that that was the end of it, and the boys could all see it, Ron's mouth opening weakly before closing again and him slumping down into a seat.
It was only then that they noticed Rogue.
~*~
Ron slumped into the seat, defeated by the power of Hermione's will, and grumbling about it a bit. But in truth he almost always gladly gave into to her, especially when she just happened to be right. Since she actually uses what between her ears, a snide little voice in his mind told him, he just ignored it and turned and was given the fright of his life.
Jumping up and virtually vaulting back to the door at the sudden appearance of the girl that had been next to him, before cursing himself for stupidity. She didn't just bloody appear you idiot! You just didn't notice her before!
Shaking it off he looked back at her, "Er sorry 'bout that, didn't notice you" A weak grin popped onto his face, "Erm, I'm er Ron, Ron Weasely" and he proffered a hand, which she took, slipping it into her own gloved one.
Taking a step back, he took in her appearance, she was fully draped in a sort of green cloak or coat, the hood pulled up over her head, with white gloves lacing down her arms, and a pair of boots on her feet. A few strands of dark reddy brown hair was slipping out from beneath the hood and she had startling green eyes, a few shades off of Harry's and he couldn't help but get hooked on her lips, they were very full and very red compared to the pale shade of her skin.
"Erm, the bossy girl at the door is Hermione and the Red Head is my little sister Ginny"
Harry was the one to give her name "This is Rogue, and she was just telling us about herself when you guys came bundling in"
Ron felt himself flush a brighter shade of red, and was just opening his mouth when Hermione beat him to it, speaking to Rogue. "I'd advise against telling them much right now" and she was wearing the biggest smile he'd ever seen when she said it too, knowing that it must have been killing Harry not to know what was going on.
"Not that we're bigots or anti-, well not that we're anything" She said quickly "I just think it would be better to wait till we got to Hogwarts so that Professor Dumbledore can explain everything"
"Ok" she said before settling back into her seat.
~*~
AUTHORS NOTE: What do you think? Worth possibly continuing??? Or scraping now
Author: Mixer
Rating: PG
Spoilers: OoTP and X2 if you haven't seen or read them
Pairings: Why would I want to spoil it?
Summary: With the passing of the Mutant registration Act the Human world has begun to heat up for Mutants and with there lives in jeopardy they have welcomed Dumbledores offer of Hogwarts as a Safe Haven to the Students of Xavier.
Set After X2, and In Harry's Sixth Year after the events of the Order of the Phoenix.
~*~
The horrors of the past few months shook her to her core, fear petrifying her as yet again he took her face in his hands, the touch of skin to skin was a brief blessing for it changed, veins contorting his face, blood flowing heavily through them as he gritted his malformed and yellowing teeth, as she fought to break free.
Rage at the world that had been so brutal in his up bringing, fear for his people and stronger emotions screamed into her along with the undeniably sweet taste of his power.
The power gave her a pause, it felt almost coppery and as it flowed inside of her the world around began to truly live, not the world of flesh and blood, not the organic world. But the world of iron and metal and magnetic fields, overwhelming to her senses, his pain was drowned out as he was yanked away, the break in contact ceasing the ebb of his power. Not that it mattered, she was already filled to the brim with it, and for a few moments she could fade away into that energy now coursing inside of her, until the beauty of that power too was shattered.
She didn't just remember screaming from the pain, she felt it all anew, the machine she had been locked into drawing on her new found powers, wrenching them from her in a way that went beyond any agony she had ever known, the flitting and whir of the machine as it spun kept her screams from the world as consciousness was stolen from her.
Too new to his powers, she couldn't stop the machine even though by all rights the metal should have now yielded to her will. She felt herself dying, and the knowledge that she dreamt helped her none as her mind flicked between images, through new and old pains. The machine at Ellis Island, the sting of adamantium through her chest, the crashing of the car, but she always came back to the machine.
She could feel the cool chill of sweat on her body, the slight rocking motions as the train began to disembark, and still she could not wake, her fear and pain feeding the dreamscape until it brought her to the climax, and only knowing that in moments she would be free once again allowed her to keep her sanity.
Her mind was reeling as she saw the young mutant head down the street, unaware of the three men trailing him, they beat him to the ground before she could utter a word and in moments those three had become a mob and dozens of men and women crowded the mutant, many with weapons and she was paralysed by it all. Only being freed from her daze as violent explosions, unleashed by several other mutants in an attempt to stop the mob, knocked her from her feet. She felt the horror take her as the calm of the morning street was well and truly shatter and for the first time she realized that the War had truly Begun.
And with that realization, the dreamscape released her and Rogue snapped to consciousness, her eyes blinking the sleep away as she pushed her head from the window where it had been resting, though resting really wasn't the word for it, the nightmare harassed, pain inflicting, agonizing unconsciousness was just too much for her to think so soon after waking, so resting would have to do.
Letting a sigh escape her she was pleased to notice the soft pitter patter of the rain against the window, and while the light chill of the crisp air may have been slightly uncomfortable for most, she was heavily clothed, with every inch of skin covered except for her face, and even that had the slight droop of a hood over it, shielding the upper half of her face.
Which is why she didn't notice the three teens across from her until one of them gave her a bright and cheery hello and almost induced a heart attack.
Rogue's head shot up, her hood flung back a little so that she could lock eyes with the three strangers; vaguely she took in her surroundings while staring directly at the boy across from her. She was in a compartment of some kind, from the rattling and jolting, a train.
The boy across from her was about her own age and had jet black hair, emerald green eyes and his most prominent feature was the lightning bolt scar firmly placed on his forehead, she wasn't sure from him sitting down but he was probable taller then her and the way his clothes were hanging off him skinny to boot.
Her eyes raked over the other two as well, one was a girl and seemed to not notice Rogue existed, being thoroughly engrossed in the magazine in her hands and the other boy was a little chubby and equipped with a round face. He was wearing a black robe with a crest of an H and a lion on it. It was only the crest that finally clicked and allowed her to shake off that last layers of sleep, she was on the Hogwarts Express and on her way to the school of Hogwarts itself, the teenagers across from her being current students at the school.
"Do you mind if we close the window now?" The boy with the scar asked, and on seeing her confused expression explained "Only, it's a little cold in here and when we closed it before you started to shake and seemed to stop when we opened it back up again"
She blinked a couple more times before she could answer, "S-sure, um thanks for leaving it open before. I'm Rogue" and she offered him a gloved hand, which he took.
"Harry, that's Neville" indicating the other boy "And the magazines Luna" he stated before popping up to heave the window shut, at the mention of her name the magazine lowered to reveal slightly widened eyes as if the girl were surprised by something, pale eyebrows and dirty blonde hair that looked as if it could reach her waist line.
She offered a quick "Pleased to meet you"
Before the magazine shot back up to hide her face once more.
Rogue looked back at Harry, and he just gave a sort of half shrug and murmured something about that just being Luna, before fixing her attention back on her, as did Neville.
"So are you a transfer Student? Because I don't think I've ever seen you around before, and I don't think I've ever seen any besides Hermione reading that" Only the flick of his emerald green eyes towards the book slumped beside her indicated what he was talking about.
Rogue felt a small smile slip onto her face as she closed the book and put it back into her bag.
"Um, I guess I'm kind of a new student-" She didn't get to say anymore though, for the door to the compartment was virtually smashed from its hinges in its violent outburst as a fiery red head shot through. She was worried for a moment, about whether the door was still intact and that if the red head didn't slow down he'd burst into flame.
The Red head didn't notice Rogue in his excitement, words tumbling from his mouth in an attempt to say something to Harry, but she doubted if he was having any more luck deciphering what he was saying than she was.
At Harry's motioning he'd just started to slow down and explain when there came a nice loud throat clearing from the door that shut him up. Two girls stood there, a second freckle covered Red Head, and a bushy brunette, both stood with contemptuous looks at the first Red Head, arms crossed in a disapproving matter.
"Really Ron" the Red headed girl said, there was such a resemblance that no one would be able to miss that the two red heads were family.
"Don't you know how to keep a secret?" The brunette picked up.
Rogue noticed both Harry's and Neville's eyes pricked up at the mention of a secret, Harry's mouth was just starting to open, as was the red head Ron's. "No" the brunette cut them off before they could utter a word and she just had to smile at the way all three of the boys faces fell, obviously they were all good friends.
"Aww, come on 'Mione." Ron started and she just shook her head.
"For the moment its Prefect business, Harry will find out when he gets to the school just like everyone else" the brunette finished, and it was obvious from the tone that that was the end of it, and the boys could all see it, Ron's mouth opening weakly before closing again and him slumping down into a seat.
It was only then that they noticed Rogue.
~*~
Ron slumped into the seat, defeated by the power of Hermione's will, and grumbling about it a bit. But in truth he almost always gladly gave into to her, especially when she just happened to be right. Since she actually uses what between her ears, a snide little voice in his mind told him, he just ignored it and turned and was given the fright of his life.
Jumping up and virtually vaulting back to the door at the sudden appearance of the girl that had been next to him, before cursing himself for stupidity. She didn't just bloody appear you idiot! You just didn't notice her before!
Shaking it off he looked back at her, "Er sorry 'bout that, didn't notice you" A weak grin popped onto his face, "Erm, I'm er Ron, Ron Weasely" and he proffered a hand, which she took, slipping it into her own gloved one.
Taking a step back, he took in her appearance, she was fully draped in a sort of green cloak or coat, the hood pulled up over her head, with white gloves lacing down her arms, and a pair of boots on her feet. A few strands of dark reddy brown hair was slipping out from beneath the hood and she had startling green eyes, a few shades off of Harry's and he couldn't help but get hooked on her lips, they were very full and very red compared to the pale shade of her skin.
"Erm, the bossy girl at the door is Hermione and the Red Head is my little sister Ginny"
Harry was the one to give her name "This is Rogue, and she was just telling us about herself when you guys came bundling in"
Ron felt himself flush a brighter shade of red, and was just opening his mouth when Hermione beat him to it, speaking to Rogue. "I'd advise against telling them much right now" and she was wearing the biggest smile he'd ever seen when she said it too, knowing that it must have been killing Harry not to know what was going on.
"Not that we're bigots or anti-, well not that we're anything" She said quickly "I just think it would be better to wait till we got to Hogwarts so that Professor Dumbledore can explain everything"
"Ok" she said before settling back into her seat.
~*~
AUTHORS NOTE: What do you think? Worth possibly continuing??? Or scraping now