Title: Harry Potter and The Big Round Room: A Harry Potter-X-Men Crossover



Author: Autumn

E-mail: dyslexic_crisco_penguin_fiend@hotmail.com

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*.

A/N: A quick overview of the characters:

Potter:

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 Wizardry



X-Men: 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 back.

"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 future

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 saying something. "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 them.

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 teenagers.

"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." Harry added.

"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 years."

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 hand.

"We all chanted wingardium leviosa, unsure of who he was and then 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 sneered. 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 school.

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 then?"

"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 room. "Tomorrow, we shall meet at six o'clock A.M. in the entrance" Snape called to the three younger magical folks before entering his chambers.