Title: Harry Potter and The Big Round Room:
A Harry Potter-X-Men Crossover
Disclaimer: The X-Men are Stan Lee's creations, the wizarding types
are J.K. Rowling's. I however do own the `haglets', then again, that
may not be something to be proud of *g*.
Summary: An unlikely union is formed to defeat the ultimate evil.....
A quick overview of the characters:
Harry Potter: The book hero
Hermione Granger: girl genius type
Ron Weasley: best friend to the two above
Severus Snape: Potions master, death eater, deliciously sinister
Albus Dumbledore: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Muggle: A non-magical person
Wolverine/Logan: Haunted, badass type
Cyclopse/Scott: X-Men leader, cool-headed
Rogue/Marie: can kill with a touch
Xavier: Headmaster of Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
"Ron, could you make any more noise?" Hermione bit out at the
bumbling red head.
"Well, excuse me if there's not much room under this cloak!" he spat
"Both of you, just shut up!" an exasperated Harry
interjected. "Hermione, do you have it?"
"Yes. 12 forward twists should do it" she murmured to herself while
adjusting the time turner. The little hourglass gleamed a soft white
light as the three figures touching it vanished into thin air.
Charles Xavier School For Gifted Youngsters: the not so distant
The man known as the Wolverine sat idly watching the monitors
in the surveillance room. It had been a boring few weeks. No
Magneto to worry about, no Sabertooth and not even Mystique. His
days at Xavier's were spent prowling the grounds, spying on Mar-
ensuring Rogue's safety, and just watching. For what exactly he
wasn't sure. But it had to do with a more powerful foe than they'd
ever faced before. Charles had reason to suspect that Rogue was a
key part in this plan. He'd been so certain of this in fact he'd
immediately had Scott and Ororo fly him to England in the blackbird.
An old college of his was there and Charles felt the need to consult
with him immediately.
Suddenly the Cerebro screen caught his eye, he quickly pinned
it with his gaze and watched in amazement as the door appeared to be
closing. Without a second thought, Logan shot out of the room, and
down the corridor. Eager to meet whoever was prowling about at all
hours of the night.
The three were standing on a platform about 12 feet away from the
door. A careful look around told them there was a ceiling somewhere
far above their heads, one chair with a helmet of sorts, blue tilling
everywhere and a door. It was the strangest room they'd ever been
in. After seven years of living in an enchanted castle, that was
"Alohamora" Ron whispered at the door. It immediately opened and let
them outside into a poorly lit corridor.
This mansion was as modern as their usual surroundings were
ancient and at times a bit eccentric. Florescent lighting lit the
hallway, while paintings were lined up on every available surface.
The three stopped and stared at a picture of a bald man in a
wheelchair with three figures in what appeared to be a black, shiny
material flanking him. Ron turned to Hermione and asked "is this
what muggles normally wear?"
Looking at the uniforms and visor on the head of the man she
quickly answered "no" in a whispered voice. The three were so
focused on the painting that they didn't hear a man sneak up behind
Logan was slightly confused. He could smell three people, but a
scan of the room revealed no one to his gaze. He heard what seemed
to be a male voice whispering, and a female voice answering. He
sniffed the air and was certain the third scent was near the other
three. Logan strode up until he was certain he was right behind where
he'd heard the speaking.
Puzzled, he reached out a hand attempting to assess whether or
not a person was in the vicinity. To his shock, his hand came into
contact with a liquidy feeling cloth. He grabbed the cloth and
jerked it backwards. Three heads popped into view.
Quick as a wink, Hermione, Ron and Harry spun around, wands out
stretched. "Wingardium Leviosa!" the three shouted.
Logan found himself rising from the ground, as if Magneto was
controlling him, but it wasn't painful. Still, he was rather
indignant at being rendered helpless by three strangely dressed
"Pertrificus Totalis" the girl muttered and Logan found himself
paralyzed and dropped slowly to the floor.
"Defendium" the black hared boy whispered and the only sound
Logan could hear was a deafening silence.
This was worse than being caught in the lab. At least then he
could hear and move, now he lost all advantage over the three robe-
claud individuals. He had no idea what to expect.
"Ron, we've got to do something about him!" Hermione stated harshly.
"I don't know Herm, he looks as if he'd strangle us as soon as talk."
"We thought the same thing about Snape, and he's not all bad!"
"What a kind assessment Miss Granger," Professor Severes Snape, and
potions master at Hogwarts spat out as he apperated next to the trio.
"What in Merlin's name have you done to this, this, man?" he sneered
in Logan's direction, "Miss Granger" he added as an afterthought.
"How do you know it was Hermione?" Ron asked suspiciously.
Severes rolled his eyes. "I'd hardly expect anything from a Weasly
when under pressure, and judging by Flickwick's comments, Potter here
doesn't seem a likely candidate either. Even if you're both seventh
Hermione had to gloat a tiny bit. It wasn't everyday the hardest
teacher in the history of Hogwarts went around giving compliments, no
matter how underhanded they may be.
"Well, are you going to tell me what you did to this man or not?"
Snape said acidly.
"Harry, Ron and I were caught a bit off guard. This man somehow
knew we were here, even under the invisibility cloak" she said
pointing at the silver cloak still clutched in Logan's petrified
"We all chanted wingardium leviosa, unsure of who he was and
I put him in a body bind, and Harry put a deafening hex on him.
Snape sighed and looked towards Logan's prone body.
"Enervate" he said, and Logan immediately jumped up and pinned the
taller man to the wall. He unsheathed a claw.
"Who in the hell are you?"
Snape looked nonplused. He simply regarded the man and his
claws. "I would remove that claw if I were you." Snape said coldly.
Experiencing the unbearable pain of the cructatious curse had
hardened him to threats of pain and violence. "I assure you, we are
not here to hurt you muggles, or your precious children" Snape
Logan considered what the man has said. Seeing as how the three
kids were as powerful as they were, he assumed the man must be more
so. He retracted his claw and released the extremely lanky man in
front of him. "This better be good bub."
Snape simply arched an eyebrow in amusement. He was used to such
bravado, and rarely took it seriously. Especially from Muggles. Or
whatever this man was. Severus somehow doubted the nine-inch claws
were of muggle origin, but he wasn't about to waste his time
speculating either. He simply accepted what was. "Mr. Logan, is
it?" Going on after pausing shortly he said, "the three before you
are Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger." "They've been
sent here by Albus Dumbledore, along with myself to protect this
Logan began snickering. Imagine Xavier's needing protection, by
four robed Englishmen. Very funny idea indeed. He sized up the
taller man and wondered how much of a threat he really posed. The
kids, he imagined could be taken out very easily. Especially the
tall red head, and the other boy had a sense of arogantness around
him, he too could be taken down. He wasn't so sure about the girl
though, something told him to discount her. "So who the hell are you
"Professor Severus Snape," he said cordially. "Now if you would
be so kind as to show us to our quarters please."
Logan was reluctant to say the least to do anything the pale man
in front of him asked, but he figured if he placed them in rooms,
he'd know where they were at all times and he able to better keep an
eye on them. He turned and strode down the long corridor, not hearing
footsteps behind him he called out "are you coming or not?" without
looking backwards. Soon enough, four sets of steps followed suit.
"Weasly and Potter in here," Logan announced, pointing at a
room. He crossed the hallway. "Granger, Snape." He indicated at two
doors next to one another.
The four wizards stood in front of their appointed rooms as Logan
gracelessly stalked back down the corridor into the surveillance
"Tomorrow, we shall meet at six o'clock A.M. in the entrance"
Snape called to the three younger magical folks before entering his
Next up: A conversation between Dumbledore and Xavier, some
schemeing, and the discovery of the "haglets!"