Title: Magical Mutations

Summary: Not all mutants found their way to one of the many factions in America. Jean and Scott had a baby...a baby they wanted to grow up apart from the fight they dedicated their lives to. But what happens when their gifted little girl isn't just a mutant...she's also a witch?

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the idea or the main character. That belongs to Shanna. Well…I do own both Evie and Headmistress Lebeau.

Author's Notes: This story is written in response to a challenge.


"You're a mutant?" Evie asked, eyes wide.

Kallista paled. "No, well, yes, but-"

"Shut up! I can't believe I was you're friend! You're a mutie freak! Ugh! I slept at your house!" The brunette shrieked.

"Shh! You can't tell anyone!" Kallista exclaimed, looking around. "I only told you because you're my best friend."

"Your best friend? As if. I'd never be friends with a-" Suddenly, Evie stopped ranting, smiling vacantly. "I have to go now." She giggled. Skipping out into the middle of the road, she was hit by a car.

It was then that Kallista realised she'd used her mutation to get rid of Evie's negative feelings...and all of Evie's self-preservation with it. What had she done?

Kallista Grey sat up in bed, wrapping her arms around her chest. She'd done it...she killed her best friend. Shivering, she rocked back and forth. "I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." She whispered. The vase of roses by her bed trembled, the fine crystal shattering, covering Kalli in glittering shards, and still she didn't notice.

...but someone did...


A little over 195 miles away, Headmistress Cassara Lebeau awoke with a start. A pink envelope was struggling to get out of the window, its little white wings fluttering. Crossing from her bed to the offending article, she plucked it out of the air. Her dark brows furrowed at the name and address.

Kallista Grey,
Tower Room,
462 Anderson Street,
New York

Miss Grey had been on the enrolment sheets seventeen years ago, but her name had disappeared, leaving Cassara to believe the child had died. Not uncommon, with Voldemort around. But now she was back...that meant one thing. Mutant. Cassara liked to believe she was an open-minded woman, but even she had to obey the conventions of society...not to mention the parents and school governers would be likely to kick up a fuss. And she had a feeling, a glimmer of the Sight her family had, that Kallista Grey was destined for other things. It was this hunch that had her leave her quarters, entering her office. Tossing the letter into the glowing embers of her fire, she pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment, and began to write a letter.

Dear Albus Dumbledore...

End Prologue