A/N: A One Hour One Shot! That’s right kids; I wrote this in the course of an hour after watching the X-Men 3: The Last Stand trailer. I didn’t check for grammar or spelling, but I assume it’s relatively fine (if not up to my normal standards).

Like many of the other fics I write, this is a crossover between two different cannons: X-Men (the movie verse) and Harry Potter (the book verse sort of). This scene takes place after the second X-men movie (although it has nothing really to do with any of the characters from the movie) and about a month or so after the fourth Harry Potter book. Hopefully I’ve provided enough background in this; if not, feel free to leave a question in a review. I’ll be happy to answer it.

Cheers!

A Chance Meeting of Two Worlds

The twenty-three year old woman pulled her jacket tighter around her as she walked alone down the silent, deserted street. Her long ginger colored waves of hair were loose and fell to about her mid-back and bounced slightly with each step she took. Her blue-green eyes were narrowed and keenly sharp, almost as if she was looking or waiting for something. Her hands were shoved deeply into her pockets as she briskly strode down the London street. In the distance she could hear the chimes of a clock signaling that it was ten ‘o’ clock . . . but all was not well.

Whether the people trailing her knew it or not, but she was prepared for their ambush that would occur as soon as she turned the next corner. She almost wanted to laugh out loud at their feeble attempts of capture.

It would take a lot more than six men (not even armed with guns) to successfully attack the high status mutant such as her.

Ever since the attack on the U.S. President six months ago, mutants across the globe had been attracting attention from every type of person. She had been a member of a special task force within the British Government known as the Special Tactical Response for International Key Emergencies (or S.T.R.I.K.E. for short) for over two years now, and had recently gone public with her mutation along with several others within the division. They had been received with mixed reviews. Some people praised them and others condemned them . . .

. . . then there were the idiots who tried to attack her . . .

“Will they never learn?” she mumbled to herself as she continued walking along the sidewalk. Deciding to have a little fun, she walked right into their trap. As she turned the corner she was stopped by four men in front of an abandoned shop that had a record store on one side and a book store on the other, both of which were closed for the night. The two that had been tailing her stopped her from behind. She smirked to herself. She had been right about the six; there was no fooling her nose.

“Well, well, mutie,” one of the men jeered, “What do you think you’re doing walking out all by yourself?” This caused the other five to roar with laughter.

“Enjoying a stroll through town like any other person would on this fine evening,” she replied with her slightly Scottish accented voice, “Now, if you lads will excuse me, I’d like to finish that stroll.” She made to move past the four, but they didn’t allow her to leave. She sighed tiredly.

“Your kind should be kept on a leash,” one particularly burly man taunted as he shoved her backwards. She didn’t stumble but merely too a few steps back.

“Better yet,” a tall lanky man said in a nasally voice, “They’d be better off dead.” The woman couldn’t help herself. She started to laugh.

“Oh, lads!” she said between guffaws, “That is indeed rich. I’m terribly sorry to ask, but do you have any idea who you are talking to?” The men seemed to be taken back by both her laughter and her response. The burly one was the one to speak up.

“A damn dirty mutie, that’s who!” She continued to laugh.

“I’ll make you this offer, lads,” she said straightening up, taking her jacket off and tossing it to the side, “I’ll kick your asses without using my mutant powers. How does that sound.” She motioned for them to attack her, and without any hesitancy they all dove for her at once.

XxX

“What in the name of Merlin’s beard is that ruckus?” Tom asked as he moved from behind the bar inside The Leaky Cauldron and towards the front door. The several patrons who were in the bar at that hour followed him with their eyes, but made no move to get up. Among the patrons that night were three worried members of a secret group.

“What do you think it is?” a witch with bright pink hair, known simply as Tonks asked as she craned her neck to see what Tom was talking about. “You don’t think he’s making a move yet, do you Kingsley?” The bald, black man with her shook his head.

“It’s too soon,” Kingsley replied before looking at the strangest member of their trio. The gnarled and peg-legged Mad-Eye Moody. His electric blue eye was backwards in his head as he watched what was going on outside the pub. He snickered to himself and shook his head.

“No,” he replied with a twisted smile, “but there is a lass out there, about your age Tonks, giving six guys a run for their money.” As he finished this statement there was a loud slam and the patrons of The Leaky Cauldron could see the figure of a man slam into the door and slowly slide to the ground. This sent Mad-Eye into a small laughing fit. However, he was the only one who found this amusing.

“You two,” Tom said storming up to their table, “You’re Aurors, right? Put an end to this silly fight between these muggles!” Tonks and Kingsley looked at each other and shrugged before standing up and moving toward the door. Before they reached it, they were intercepted by the late fourth member of their party who had just arrived via floo powder.

“Where are you two going?” A tired Remus Lupin asked them as they moved towards the door.

“Tom wants us to break up some muggles fighting outside,” Tonks replied drawing her wand, “Care to join us?” Shrugging at the absurdity of the situation, Remus drew his wand as well and followed them to the door. Kingsley opened the door and the three magical beings looks onto the scene.

There were two men writhing around on the ground in pain, the one who had slammed into the door had been completely knocked out and bleeding from a wound on his head. In the middle of the street a young woman with long ginger colored locks was being held by two men while a third punched her roughly in the stomach. She winced but did not cry out in pain. Instead she spat blood in his face.

“Is that all you got?” she taunted roughly her Scottish accent thick with aggression, “Come on, I’ve gone through worse in training . . .” The man punched her again knocking the wind out of her. The woman proceeded to chuckle as soon as she regained her breath slightly.

“Bloody mutant,” the man punching her growled as he motioned for the men holding her to release her. They did and she fell to the ground in a heap. The leader kicked her in the stomach for good measure before turning his back on her. “You lot are freaks, good for nothin’ . . .”

The woman’s laughs cut him off and he stopped walking away and turned back to her. She stood slowly from the ground and staggered for a moment. The three in the door of The Leaky Cauldron couldn’t help but watch the strange exchange; they really didn’t see how they could jump in . . .

“What’s so funny, freak?”

“Nothing,” the woman replied, “It’s just this: I’ve let you have your fun . . . now it’s my turn . . .” Before she had even finished, the woman’s body began to lengthen and change. Reddish-brown fur sprouted all over her body as her face grew more muzzle like and her hands and feet became more paw like and grew claws. Everyone who was witness to this transformation stood completely still until she had finished and stood in a complete werewolf form.

“My God,” Remus breathed as the former woman lumbered forward towards the three men.

“RUN,” She growled to the men before charging them. Without a moment’s delay, the three still conscious men turned and ran quickly down the street and turned the corner without looking back. Once they were out of sight, the woman, still in wolf form, looked at the three standing in the doorway of the wizard tavern. They stood staring at each other for a few moments before she started to slowly slip back into the form of a normal looking human. After the transformation was complete, she slowly approached the three in the doorway.

“I don’t mean you any harm,” she spoke slowly as if speaking to a group of children and held her hands up in a non-threatening gesture, “As you could see, they attacked me and I was merely defending myself.”

“How did you do that?” Remus blurted out to the surprise of everyone standing there. The woman looked at him confused.

XxX

“You mean, you don’t recognize me?” The woman asked as she wiped some of the blood from her face. How can that be? When the mutant members of S.T.R.I.K.E came out it was a huge ordeal. There’s no way someone could have missed that! Unless of course they’ve been living under a rock for the past year or so . . .

“Should we?” the tall black man asked. The woman was amazed. How could they not recognize her?

“I’m a mutant,” she replied. The three exchanged looks.

“What’s a mutant?” the woman with pink hair asked. The mutant’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You . . . don’t know . . .” she stammered for the words, “I . . . erm . . . a mutant is a person born with a particular gene that gives them powers and abilities of some sort. You saw mine just a moment ago. I have the ability to transform into either a whole wolf or a . . .”

“Werewolf,” the eldest man of the trio finished for her. She nodded.

“Powers vary from mutant to mutant . . .” she started to explain when a high pitched ringing sound interrupted her. She looked down and pulled a mobile phone from off its belt clip. “Aye? Alright, Wisdom, I’ll be right there.” She flipped the phone close and looked back at the trio standing in the doorway of the abandoned building. “Look, I have to go right now.”

“But what about them,” the pink haired woman asked gesturing to the three beaten men on the ground. The ginger haired woman furrowed her brow.

“I’ll tell my field commander,” she replied, “they’ll be taken care of.” The woman then walked to where her jacket had been thrown before the fight occurred. She pulled in on and stuck her hand into an inside pocket. From there she produced a small white card and handed it to the woman.

“I’ll be happy to explain mutants to you since you obviously seem to be behind in current events,” the woman said briskly as she straightened her jacket, “give me a call any time if you need anything.” With a nod she turned and vanished down a alleyway.

XxX

Tonks, Kingsley, and Remus felt like they had just been hit by a whirlwind. Muggles with the ability to transform into werewolves at will? Mutants? Genes? None of it made any sense to the three magical folk.

“That was strange,” Kingsley said eventually breaking the awkward silence.

“Indeed,” Remus replied, “Tonks what does the card say?”

“Here,” Tonks said handing it to Remus so he and Kingsley could read it. It read as follows:

S.T.R.I.K.E – Northwood Division
Rahne Sinclair
Special Agent Wolfsbane
Tel: 020 55987326

“Strange,” Remus muttered as he examined the card, “very strange indeed.”