The Mutant and the Witch.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the X-Men
A/N: I don't do accents, so you'll just have to imagine Remy's. just so you know, Harry is a girl not a boy in this, Harriet.
I sighed as I put my trunk on the conveyer belt to be weighed. After Dumbledore had died the order had decided that it would be better for the Dursleys and I to leave the country for a little while. The Dursleys until the end of the war, and me until I was seventeen, which wasn't that far away. So here I was, in Heathrow airport, waiting to get checked in for the flight to New Orleans. And, to top it all my friends and I weren't even able to write to each other.
When we were done I walked over to where the Weaslys and Grangers were waiting to say good bye. The first two people I went to had been my friends since first year and had been with me through thick and thin. Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. I hugged them both.
"See you soon guys." I said to them.
Then I hugged Ginny's younger brother Ron. We'd dated briefly last year, but we'd decided that it just wasn't going to work out, we just felt like siblings around each other. "Look after yourself Ron." I said.
"You too Harry."
I then moved onto Fred and George, the twins. We'd pulled many a prank together, and George and I had even gone to the Yule Ball together, as friends. "Pull a good prank on Percy for me." I said.
"Will do, little sis." They said in union. They'd been calling me that for years. And they were like my big brothers too. "Take care." they said.
Then I hugged and said goodbye to Mr and Mrs Weasley, and Mr and Mrs Granger. I'd spent time over both their houses during the summer breaks and I knew them quite well.
Tears came to my eyes as I said good bye to Mr and Mrs Granger. I didn't know if I'd ever see them again. Hermione was planning on Obliviating them and creating a new life for them in Australia, to keep them safe. I'd only ever see them again, if I survived the war.
It was time for me to go. I said one final goodbye to my friends and then left, following my only remaining family through security and to the plane that would take me far away from my first ever friend's, even if it was only temporary.
Dudley, my cousin looked at me and saw the few tears that had escaped my eyes.
"Hey, don't worry, you'll see them again soon enough." he said reassuringly. We'd both grown allot closer after I'd saved Dudley from the dementors just before my fifth year. We'd started talking and I'd told Dudley about what really happened in the wizarding world. How people expected me to be their savoir.
"I know. It's just that I can't shake the feeling that something will happen and I'll lose someone else. I mean, first my parents, then Sirius, now Dumbledore. Who else is he going to take from me Dud?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure they'll be fine."
I nodded but remained silent. On the flight I sat next to Dudley, but I pretended to sleep, so I could avoid all conversation. I didn't feel like talking. I kept thinking of how I could lose most of my friends in the short amount of time that I was gone. I soon fell into a fitful sleep where I saw Voldemort and his Death Eaters torture and kill all my friends. But, in between those dreams I saw images of a strange man. He had shoulder length brown hair and a very cute face. But the thing that struck me the most was his eyes. They were beautiful, his irises were brown but were out lined with a thin rim of red. He wasn't a wizard, I could tell that, but he wasn't a normal muggle either. He was something else entirely, but what?
I was suddenly jerked awake by the plane coming in to land. Once again I was preoccupied, but this time with the man from my dreams. Who was he? One thing was for sure though, if I was going to find him, it would be in New Orleans.
So I got off the plane, ready to make the most of my stay, even if I was worried about a certain Dark Lord that wanted to off me.