AN: Ok people, this is one of my first stories that might ever see the eyes of people, besides me. Disclaimer, I own nothing except any OC's I have created. Oh, yes this is a cross over between Harry Potter and X-Men but also you will see a bit of Four Brothers. I love the characters for that movie so much that I wanted to bring them into this. Now you will mostly only see Jack but the other brothers will make an appearance and maybe even a little bit of La Vida Loca.

Another warning: This will in some parts contain some graphic language and will be violent in parts. I don't know if it will be seriously so but I do know there will be some. Also expect mentions of past child abuse. I am a mean person to my characters. Yes, character's.

Prologue

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Rain.

God damn it.

Why does it have to rain? Like the world doesn't suck enough, now it seems as if God himself wants to spit on me. Great. Just another thing to add to the list of all the shit in my life.

In an alleyway in downtown Detroit a youth looked up and cursed the world. He sat against a wall in an alleyway as it poured down sheets of cold rain. Not ten feet away people were walking by but none of them cared for the youth. It was a common sight to see homeless kids in the streets and ally's. They all passed by, making sure not to see the beaten down youth. Refusing with all their might to acknowledge the one they saw in the shadows.

Only the youth had no choice but to acknowledge each and every single one of them.

Within such a short amount of time his whole world had fallen apart. One day he was normal, just another kid.

Then it all went to hell.

In a small matter of time he had ended up losing his whole family and any sense of a relative constancy in his life. He was used to living a tough life, but to have it good and lose it sucked. Especially when the only one to blame was himself.

It was always my fault.

Being kicked out of every foster home and institution was his fault. He was never good enough for any of them. He wasn't the perfect child they wanted and they got rid of him the first time they saw proof of that. Being hurt by all the bastards they placed him with, his fault. He was too stupid to run at the right times, too stupid to do what they wanted the right way. And now it was his fault that he lost the best family he could ever be given. He messed it up so bad. There was no way he could ever go back, that they would ever let him go back.

Everything in his life was so fucked up! God, he was going to go crazy. Every person who walked by, he could hear their thoughts. He could hear them telling themselves to look away from the youth. If they couldn't see him, they wouldn't have to feel guilty for not giving a damn about him. He wasn't worth a thought from any of them, and hearing it for himself from them only proved it.

He could hear the couple down the streets thoughts as they were together in bed. She was thinking about how it all felt while he was picturing other women and even a man or two. The shop keeper thinking about his loving wife and what was for dinner. The punks thinking about where they could score some stuff and what they could do to make sure they could get it. The child crying cause they were hungry, so very hungry.

All these voices in his head; It was like the entire city was all talking at once, shouting, screaming in his head! He couldn't take it. God! He just wanted it to stop!

And suddenly, as he began to feel like he was braking apart, he noticed that the noises started to die down, to become quite. With every other second as it started to inch down, a wash of relief crashed down on him. With this relief he looked up to thank the heavens for his blessing. Though on his journey up his eyes caught sight of something much different from the murky dark skies of the city.

A few feet away was a girl. She had ebony black hair that looked wild, untamable. Looking at her you would think she couldn't be older than six years old, but when you caught sight of her eyes you knew different. They were hard eyes that showed no signs of the innocence children that young should hold. They were much older and they had seen what children should never see.

As the youth looked on at the child he could still hear the city in his mind. For a second it was forgotten at the sight of the child in front of him but only for a moment. Soon he remembered and soon all the pain came back.

He closed his eyes off, to the child, to the city, to the world, hoping, praying that it would all go away. And as he was wishing the city grew quieter and quieter in his head. When finally it grew to but a whisper he opened his eyes again to find the child in front of him, mere inches away. As the child came closer and closer, the gap between them closed with the girl hugging the older youth. The city grew to a complete, numbing silence.

The youth hugged the child to him, holding on to her as one would hold on to a raft in a storm. Something about this child kept the world's thoughts away. This child, this small and beautiful child was the only thing keeping the voices from engulfing him again. He, in the back of his mind, felt a numbness, but his own feelings of joy overrode it. The numbness that he felt with the silence was forgotten as his own feelings burst forward. Bursting, because in the dark haired girl in his arms he found a haven to keep his mind safe from the world that would otherwise ravage it.

As he was holding tightly to the precious being in his arms he realized he had been crying before the child and the silence came to him. When he looked down he saw emerald eyes gazing back up at him and in that moment he felt a love for this child. This angel. It was almost like how he felt for his brothers, but a thousand times stronger. He wanted nothing but to protect this child, to keep her safe like his brothers do for him.

No. As they did for him. Not any more though.

With emerald eyes looking up at him he broke down into the tears he had wept before. He cried for the loss of everything he held dear. His loving and caring mother. His brothers who were always there for him. But from now on would never be. He had lost them. There was no way he could ever get them back after what he did. He cried, and as he did the child in his arms only held on tighter, giving the youth a blissful silence and a numbness to ease everything wrong within his life.

For the rest of the night the two held on to each other, never letting go. The child lay snuggled up in the youths lap while the youth's arms were wrapped tightly around the girl he held. Both had found comfort and safety and love in the other. As they both lay sleeping they held off the others nightmares, though they did not know it was each other doing so. For the first time in a long time both the child and the youth had sweet dreams instead of the nightly horrors they were so accustomed to.

When morning came they both were sound asleep, an image of pure sweet bliss and innocence covered the two, forming a charming picture for all around to see. So deep in their slumber, the two never saw the car roll to a stop at the end of the ally, nor the two fire red haired people who stepped out of the car that walked into the alleyway and came to a stop in from of them.

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Jean Grey and Scott Summers looked on at the sight in front of them. The teen they were looking for sat right in front of them. He was exactly were he had been before he had disappeared from Cerebro. Though they found the sight of the child in his arms to be charming, it was intriguing as well.

Yesterday evening an immense power surge had erupted in a nearby neighborhood in Detroit. Not only did they know that it was a youth coming into their first knowledge of their powers, they knew his power was in all aspects huge. Charles had not even been in Cerebro when he had felt the teen's power. Something that was able to draw the attention of the professor from more than a thousand miles away was something that had to be checked out.

But then sometime last night the teen just vanished. Without any trace what so ever. He wasn't on the mutant screens and he was no where on the humans visual either in Cerebro. For a second the Professor had thought maybe he had been killed, but last the professor saw there was no one within even ten feet of the boy and he had seemed to be in fine health. It took him a moment to realize that somehow he was being blocked from being found.

There was only one person alive who knew exactly how to do that. Magneto.

Their first thoughts were that Magneto had found the teen and taken him. But then later it was confirmed from Angel himself that the brotherhood was still in their hideaway.

So now here they were, thinking they were going to have to look everywhere for a mutant who could not be found. Earlier they had stopped at the home address the teen was listed under and found that he had run away after an incident. The entire family (though Scott found that to be a loose term for them) had been looking and where worried about him. They all knew he didn't have any places to go and they all personally knew how tough the streets were. As Jean and Scott had left, the mother asked that if they found him to please tell him to come home and that everything was alright. The words were a bit confusing to them, but maybe the teen would know their meaning.

And now here he was, in the exact spot he had been when he had disappeared. Only now there was a child too.

For a second they didn't know what to do. The teen and the child looked so peaceful that both were reluctant to awaken the two. Yet it seemed that the two adults would not have to, for as they stood there the teen who they had been looking for started to wake up on his own.

As they watched the teen, he started to come to awareness and his hold on the child tightened. The two both would have sworn it was a desperate attempt to get even closer to them. When he caught sight of the two standing in front of him he wrapped his arm tighter around the child as though to protect her. Though he appeared scared of the two in front of him, he also showed a fierceness which startled the two veteran X-Men.

When the child in his arms started to wake up and looked up to see the two standing above her, they both where shocked to see her tremble and then bury herself in the teens shoulder, trying to hide. The teen held on tighter and at this sight, this show of such strong protection, both Scott and Jean knew that to cause a fight with him right now would be very unwise. Not only because the teen was an unknown and they had no idea as to what he could do but also because at that moment, there was nothing he wouldn't do for the child he held.

Taking a very tentative step forward, Jean made a motion trying to show she meant no harm. The child though only buried herself farther into her protector and her protector became even more furious.

"Please, everything is alright. We are just here to help you Jack."

"Who the hell are you!" Scared. Both Jean and Scott saw it in his eyes. Though it was hidden under a very thick mask of rage, he was scared of what they would do with him. But when they saw him tighten his grip on the child they were sure that he was scared for the child as well.

Jean knew she had to calm the teen down. If he became any more emotional then he could and would lose any control he had of his powers. With as much power as he had, that would not be a good thing.

"I'm Jean Grey and this is Scott Summers. We help children like you."

"Like me?" Indignation. The new emotions kept coming along with the raising of his voice. The child shrank away from this but the teen seemed to take no notice.

"Yes. Children with abilities-"

"Abilities! This isn't an ability, it's a curse! I almost went insane! How can you help me with that?!" His voice rang through the alley. The amount of anger in his voice caused the two X-Men to jump. He was seething and glaring at the two but never did he let go of the child.

"We can teach you to control it. You will be completely safe."

"There is no such thing as safe. I learned that a long time ago."

"I promise you will be safe. We won't let anything happen to you. And if you let us we could help you control what you have. You already seem to have some-"

"No." It was a whisper, no longer an angry yell. He looked down to the child in his arms, who had started to shake violently when the teen's voice started to rise. The teen changed the grip of his arms around her into a sort of reassuring gesture. He rubbed the girls back and whispered in her ear. As they watched the child seemed to calm down a bit. When the teen started to look up there were tears in his eyes.

"No. I have no control over it. There is nothing you could do. I've already ruined everything. There is absolutely nothing you could do."

"But we can. I promise you. And you haven't ruined anything. Are you talking about with your family?"

At her last words brought back the fury they had seen earlier, though this time he did not explode. When he spoke though it was heard clearly in his voice. "Yes. That is exactly what I mean."

Jean smiled softly. "Miss Mercer is a very kind lady." Jack looked up startled. "We spoke with her earlier. She was very worried about you. Did you know your brothers had been searching for you all night?" Jack shook his head. "Yes, they were and when we arrived they had only just gotten back. Miss Mercer asked us that if we found you to tell you to come home and that everything is alright."

Jack seemed to break at these words. Something inside of him gave way and every emotion he had been holding swept over him. Scott and Jean watched as the angry teen broke down. Suddenly he looked so young and fragile. This youth in front of them they could tell had lived a tough life. That to him, the world was hard, no exceptions. Offered hands weren't a thing he had ever seen.

The child in his arms looked up for the first time. "Can I come?"

The intensity in her voice and her eyes startled the two professors. Young she may have looked physically, but not her eyes. Emerald and wise, beyond what any child's should be, beyond what some adults were.

For the first time Scott found himself entering in the conversation. "I don't think-"

"What's your name?" Jean's tone was soothing, though her look towards Scott was lethally sharp, promptly shutting him up.

"Har-…Harker, Miss Grey."

Everything about this girl told Jean to protect her. Never before had she ever seen a child in such horrid shape. Her cloths were practically rags, stained in what looked decidedly like blood. The one thing the two thought looked massively out of place was the bracelet done, very elegantly in black metal. On the whole, she looked more like a beaten down dog rather than a child. She obviously needed a place to go and Jean knew Xavier would take her in even if she wasn't a mutant. The only problem would be if there were any parents that would not want her to go. Of course if there were then she would most likely not be out sleeping in an alleyway. "Of course, so long as everything is cleared up with your parents-"

"I don't have any. Nor do I have any guardians. May I please?" Now that she was talking a British accent could be heard carrying in her voice. Her voice was pleading. There was no way that Jean could have told her no when this child looked so broken at the prospect of her speaking such a small word.

"For now." She could make no promises to anything, but Jack seemed to need this child. And she seemed to need Jack, and a place to go. They would look into everything they could find on the child and then come to any permanent decisions whenever they had all the information.

Once Jack cried out his tears he looked up at the two. "You can really help?"

It was a simple question but there was so much more to it. Can you help with my ability? Can you help with my life? And the answer that she had was very simple.

Jean extended her hand. "I think we can. I really do think we can."

It was probably the first time a hand had ever been offered that was truly a helpful one. With hesitation he took it though. From then Jack and Harker where welcomed by the mutants known as the X-Men.

While the two elder mutants helped the two into the car, half way across the world, at the stroke of midnight on July 31st, another child was finding out and about to become apart of a world most knew nothing of through a letter written in green ink, delivered by a giant. Little did he or the ones in the ally know, but in only a matter of years both their world and his would cross and come together.

EDITED BY: Ryuu2