Minerva McGonagall was a woman who wouldn't normally question the decisions of Albus Dumbledore but this was one of the few times she wasn't sure of his actions.

Shortly as Voldemort's 'demise' Hagrid had delivered Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived to them. She was sure that Albus would leave Harry in the care of the Dursley's and after observing them for a day she knew they would abuse Harry. However, she was surprised when Dumbledore told her that Harry had another relative, a grandfather that she knew nothing about.

Apparently, the Evan's family wasn't Lily's real family. She was adopted at an orphanage when she was six months old with her mother dying at birth and no record of her father. Now both she and Dumbledore with a baby Harry stood in front of a large estate of Harry's grandfather, Erik Lehnsherr.

"Albus are you sure it's alright to leave Harry here? I mean I glad he's not going to those awful muggles but we don't know anything about this Erik Lehnsherr."

"I assure you Minerva that Mr. Lehnsherr will care for young Harry but first you must know that…" Dumbledore never finished his sentence as multiple metal spikes from a nearby gate tore themselves out of the ground and surrounded the two. Looking up Minerva saw a man in red armor and helmet with a purple cape descending towards them and wondered if he was a wizard.

"Might I inquire as to why there is a witch and wizard at my door step?" The man known as Eric asked as Dumbledore spoke.

"Greetings Mr. Lehnsherr. My name is Albus Dumbledore. Tell me do you recall the name of a young woman named Anya (1)

10 years later

Three people stood just outside the barrier separating Platform 9 ¾ from the muggle world.

The first man was wearing a gray business suit, with a white dress shirt and red tie. A matching gray trench-coat was worn over-top of the suit. And a gray fedora covered his white hair. His gaunt face was worn from years of stress, but his gray eyes held a hard glint to them. He kept his hand on the shoulder of the youngest member of the group.

The second member of the group was a woman. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes, wearing a blue business suit and black high heels. The truth was that this was not her natural appearance, and that her entire appearance, even her clothes, were fake. Her true appearance was naked scaly, blue skin. Her eyes were naturally yellow, and her hair naturally red.

The third, and youngest member of the trio, was an eleven year-old boy with green eyes and messy black hair that refused all attempts to tame it, though it was covered by a black fedora. He pushed a cart before him, loaded with a specially made, stainless steel school trunk and a cage containing a snowy white owl. The boy wore an ensemble similar to the older man, except in black, instead of gray. His dress shirt was red, while his tie was black. Around both of his wrist were three thick metal bracelets made of rare adamantium metal. But unlike the older man, who wore black dress shoes, the boy wore polished black cowboy boots.

You're sure this is the right place?" the older man asked.

"Yes," the boy answered. "Professor McGonagall said all I had to do was walk through the barrier. It's apparently set up so that muggles only feel a solid wall however." He turned to hug the older man and the woman. "I'm going to miss you two."

The woman held onto him the longest. "Don't forget to write Harry." She said.

"I won't aunt Raven" the boy assured her. "I'll try and send Hedwig once a week."

"Don't forget," the older man began, "be careful when using your powers. Though most of humanity is slowly beginning to accept us, we have no idea how the wizarding world feels about mutants." He smiled. "Of course they may simply assume you're using magic of some sort."

"I'll be careful Grandpa," Harry assured the older man with a smile. "I'll make you and my parents proud."

The old man smiled down at his grandson and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I already am Harry. And I know your parents would be as well."

"How?"

The old man knelt down in front of Harry. "Because that's how parents are Harry. Never doubt that your parents would be proud of you, it shames their memory."

Harry smiled and hugged his grandfather again. "I'll see you guys at Christmas."

"I'm already counting the days."

With one last look at his grandfather and foster mother, Harry James Potter walked through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾.

"He'll be okay Eric," Raven aka Mystique assured the older man. "You've trained him well." She said while Erik Lehnsherr smiled and walked away.

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On the other side of the barrier, Harry Potter pulled himself, his trunk and Hedwig, onto the train, subtly using his powers to make the trunk much lighter than it actually was. After finding an empty compartment, and making sure the coast was clear, he levitated his trunk up onto the rack, and set Hedwig in one of the seats.

He set his jacket on the seat. And after sitting down he pulled out a copy of A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot and began to read.

But before he could begin, the door opened to reveal a bushy brown haired with chocolate brown eyes. "Do you mind if I join you?" Harry shook his head and gestured for her to take a seat. "Not at all. Do you need any help with your trunk?" he asked.

The girl hesitated for a moment. "Sure."

Harry set his book aside and stood up to help the girl. As he helped her lift her trunk (he mentally cursed wood. The trunk didn't contain enough metal to support it if he tried to lift it that way), he noticed that she seemed to be holding back her strength and that she was wearing gloves, despite the fact that it was fairly warm out. On top of that he also noticed that she was wearing contacts on her eyes.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl introduced herself as she sat down across from him. Harry thought her canines were longer than normal, but couldn't be sure.

Harry held out his hand. "Harry Potter," he said as he shook her hand.

He saw her eyes widen. "I've read about you." she said. "You're mentioned in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Lord."

Harry smiled. "Really? I suppose I'll have to get my hands on a copy then."

"You mean you didn't know?" She asked perplexed.

He shrugged. "I was raised by my maternal grandfather, he's non-magical."

"Oh."

"I don't mean to pry, but why are you wearing gloves?" He asked. "It's fairly warm out."

She frowned and looked down. "Um. I'd rather not say."

"It's okay. I apologize if I was to forward."

Hermione smiled lightly. "You're very polite."

Harry laughed. "I'd better be. Grandpa would skin me alive if he found out I wasn't. Are your parent's magical?"

The brown haired girl shook her head. "No, well maybe."

Harry raised an eyebrow in question. "What do you mean maybe?"

Hermione sighed "Well my grandmother on my mother's side was…different than others. But my mum and dad are both dentist though, and not-magical." She smiled. "They were excited when I got my letter though."

Harry smiled. "That's good." He sat back in his seat. "So why'd you hold back with the trunk?"

Hermione's eye's widened. "I don't know what you mean," she said defensively.

Harry sighed. "If you're going to lie, at least try Hermione. I'm not mad, just curious; I could tell you weren't putting your all into picking your trunk up. I can also tell that you're wearing contacts."

Hermione slouched and was silent for several moments. "You'll think I'm a freak," she said softly. "Everyone else does."

Harry stood from his seat and knelt down in front of Hermione. "I promise I won't think you're a freak Hermione, I promise." He smiled. "Grandpa would have my head if I did."

Hermione returned Harry's smile, albeit weakly. She licked her lips before answering. "I've always been stronger than other people. And my hands…" Hermione pulled one of her gloves of her hands, revealing that her nails were actually claws. "My nails have always been like this. Even when I file them, they grow right back. And my eye's…" Hermione took out the contacts, revealing the same chocolate brown eyes only more akin to that of a cat's eye's.

To Hermione's surprise, Harry smiled. "That's great Hermione. Do you have any other abilities?"

"My senses of sight, hearing, and smell are better than some animals. I'm very flexible, have great balance, and can jump long distances. The kids at school, always picked on me, called me names, an animal."

Harry put his hand on her cheek. "You're not an animal Hermione. But you are different." Hermione looked up at Harry with a hurt look. "You're a mutant, just like me."

"What do you mean a mutant like you?" Hermione asked.

Harry smiled. "Hermione, you are very special." He sat up on the bench next to her. "Grandpa could explain it better, but do you know anything about genetics?"

Hermione nodded. "I read a lot, stuff more advanced than others my age."

"Well, the best explanation I can give is that you, me, and others out there carry a gene, sometimes called the x-gene. This gene, it grants a person a power, or sometimes powers. Things ranging from super-human strength, telepathy, teleportation and pretty much anything else you can think of."

"You said you're a mutant?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "As my grandfather. He and I actually share the same power. Both of us can sense, and manipulate, any metal or metallic alloy." Taking off his jacket, he rolled up the sleeve of his dress shirt so that Hermione could see one of his bracelets.

Hermione watched as the metal bracelet seemed to flow off of Harry's wrist and reform into three spheres above Harry's open palm. Two then began to orbit around the third, reminding Hermione of the pictures of atoms in her science textbooks. After a few moments, the three spheres merged into one and flowed through the air back to Harry's wrist and reformed as a bracelet one more.

"Wow," Hermione whispered.

Before they could say anymore, the door opened once again to reveal a young pale skinned woman with a heart shaped face, pink bubblegum hair and violet purple eyes. "Hi. Can I sit here, everywhere else is filled upped."

Harry smiled. "Of course. As long as it's ok with my companion."

"It's ok." Hermione said as she quickly put her gloves and contacts on to hide her features while the bubblegum haired girl sat next to her.

"Thanks." The pinkette said. "I'm Nymphadora Tonks but please just call me Tonks." She expressed.

"Hermione Granger," Hermione introduced herself.

"Harry Potter." Harry said holding out his hand. However instead of shaking his hand Tonks just stared at him. Finally, after what seemed like hours she smiled and said. "I thought you be taller."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That wasn't the reacting I was expecting."

"What, you were expecting me to be in awe in your presence or something."

Harry chuckled "Certainly not dear Tonks. I've had enough of that in the Leakey Caldron when they found out who I was. By the way Tonks, that's an interesting hair color you have. Did you dye your hair or use a spell?"

"No nothing like that. I'm a Metamorphmagus."

Both mutants raised an eyebrow in confusion. Seeing this Tonks smiled as her hair and eyes turned black, blue, green, and several other colors before change back to bubblegum pink and violet purple.

"That's amazing! Can you teach me how to do that?" Hermione said.

Tonks smiled at the girl's excitement. "Sorry dear but you have to be born a Metamorphmagus, you can't teach it."

Hermione was disappointed that she couldn't learn Tonks skill since she thought it would help hide her appearance. Seeing the look of disappointment on his friend's face, Harry moved the conversation to Tonks.

"So Tonks tell us what house are you in?"

"I'm in Hufflepuff. Third year now."

"I've read about that house. Hufflepuff's animal is a badger and corresponds with the element of earth. It signifies friendliness, honesty, loyalty, hard work, dedication, and fair play. A great house to be in." Hermione said remembering what she learned in Hogwarts, A History.

Tonks smiled already thinking this girl was going to be in Ravenclaw. "It is a great house, well in my opinion; we all look out for each other. But, the other houses, particularly Slytherin, look down on us, thinking our house is for less talented wizards. In fact Hufflepuff has always been in last place for the house cup for over 50 years."

The rest of the train ride to Hogwarts was filled with pleasant conversation between the three students. They talked about their families, Hogwarts, and whatever else crossed their minds. When the Honeydukes trolley came, Harry had bought some sweets for them for the ride which consisted of chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, and some liquorice wands.

When the train neared the school Hermione asked Harry for some privacy so she and Tonks could change. Though Tonks joked that Harry could stay and watch much to the embarrassment of the two.

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Arriving at Hogsmeade station, a voice on the train's loudspeaker informed the students to leave their luggage onboard as it would be taken to their rooms after the sorting. After freeing Hedwig from her cage Harry and Hermione said goodbye to Tonks who went into a carriage that carried her to the school.

"Firs' years! Firs' years follow me!" The two mutants followed the voice to find the biggest man they had ever seen, with a long tangled head of black hair and a matching beard, standing at the end of the platform. He was at least eight feet tall, with a girth to match.

A group of first-years had already started to gather around the large man. After performing a head count, most likely to make sure all the first-years were gathered, the man instructed them to follow him.

He lead them down to a lake, were a small fleet of boats sat in wait. "No more 'an four to a boat," the large man instructed. After making sure all the first-years had gotten into a boat, the man claimed one all to himself. "Forward," he commanded and the small fleet began to make its way across the lake, following his boat.

Turning a corner of the shoreline, the students 'awed' at their first glimpse of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The castle truly was impressive as it sat on a small cliff, overlooking the lake. Its lights shone with life, and a welcoming presence seemed to fall over the group of nervous first-years, as though the school itself was welcoming them.

"Watch yer heads!" the large man called as he ducked down as low as he could before his boat entered a hidden cavern in the cliff-face. Inside the cave was place for the boats to dock and the students climb out.

After everyone had climbed out the man looked to a nervous pudgy boy. "Hey, this yer toad?" he asked as he handed it to the boy.

"Trevor!" the boy said happily as he took the animal from the large man.

The man smiled before gesturing for the students to follow him, leading them up a flight of stairs, where a stern looking witch with glasses stood waiting for them.

"The firs' years Professor McGonagall," the man said stopping the students in front of the woman.

"Thank you Hagrid," McGonagall said with a slight smile. "I'll take them from here."

The man, Hagrid, smiled and made his way past the professor, leaving the students alone with Professor McGonagall. The witch instantly ceased smiling as she looked over the students with an assessing eye. "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For those who do not know, I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor house, and your transfiguration professor. In a few minutes," she gesture to the doors behind her, "you will go through these doors and join your classmates. But first you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house had produced great witches and wizards. Throughout the year, your house will compete against the other house for the House Cup by earning points. Any outstanding achievements will earn you points, while any rule-breaking," she leveled a stern glare on all the students, "will lose house points, as well as giving yourself a possible detention. Wait here, I will return momentarily to collect you."

McGonagall turned and walked away, leaving the students alone.

"So it's true then," a blond haired boy said from the side, looking at Harry. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Harry mentally sighed as the boy made his way over to him. He hated the fact that he was famous in the wizarding world simply because his parent's died protecting him.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," the blond introduced himself. He held out his hand. "You'll soon find that some families are better than others, I can help you there," he held out his hand.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "And what families would those be, yours?"

Draco smiled. "Yes."

"Back off Malfoy!" A voice said as a red headed boy with freckles came and grabbed Harry by the arm, pulling him away from the blond. "Harry Potter doesn't associate with snakes like you. He belongs with us in Gryffindor."

"And you are?" Harry asked while yanking his arm free.

"Ron Weasley. Whole family has been in Gryffindor like yours so that means we'll be friends."

"I'm sorry mister Weasly, mister Malfoy but I'd prefer to wait till after the sorting. After that, we'll see."

It was moments later that McGonagall reappeared. "Follow me," she instructed. She led the students from where they were standing, through a corridor to another set of large, open doors, to the great hall, where every other student sat at four large tables. The ceiling echoed the night sky outside.

The students stopped in front of the staff table, and a stool with an old, beat-up, and patched hat. The classic witch's hat suddenly began to sing.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

McGonagall pulled out a rolled up sheet of parchment "Now when I call your name, you will sit on this stool and put on the hat which will sort you into your houses," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause...

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time, and several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them."

"Brocklehurst, Mandy"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The table on the far left exploded with cheers at the first new Gryffindor

"Bulstrode, Millicent"

"SLYTHERIN!"

As Millicent went to the Slytherin table, Harry saw that hardy anyone cheered except for her own.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Finally after several other students McGonagall called out, "Granger, Hermione."

Hermione gulped as she left her friends side. "Relax," she told herself softly. "Just relax."

Minutes passes before the hat finally shouted.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

After a few seconds of silence, McGonagall called the next name. Harry didn't really pay any attention to the sorting, as he could care less about where the others were sorted, though he did notice that Malfoy went to Slytherin and Weasley went to Gryffindor.

Finally, McGonagall called out, "Potter, Harry."

Harry smiled as he stepped to the stool and sat down.

"Hello Mr. Potter" the hat said in his mind. "Well, well another mutant like Granger but it seems you have a few more hidden talents. Don't worry it'll be strictly between us. Now where to put you? You have plenty of courage so you would do well in Gryffindor, on the other hand you have cunning and ambition, traits perfect for Slytherin but you also have a thirst for knowledge which puts you on a spot in Ravenclaw."

"Put me with Hermione," Harry said to the hat.

"But your loyalty to your friends rises above all else so I have no choice but to put you in." "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The entire hall was silent, and then the entire Hufflepuff table exploded with cheers, not just for having Harry Potter but for having a new 'brother' to their house. Harry took off the hat as a black and gold crest with a badger appeared on his cloak and sat next to Hermione while the Great Hall slowly recovered with Ravenclaw clapping followed by a few Gryffindors.

At the staff table Pomona Sprout clapped at not only for having a new Hufflepuff but for winning the pool on which house Harry would be sorted in.

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he lost 50 Galleons but nonetheless proud. While he had hoped that Harry would be in Gryffindor like his parents, he could see him becoming a great Hufflepuff.

At the other end of the table Snape stared at the raven haired mutant. He expected the spawn of Potter to be an arrogant Gryffindor just like his father but it seems that wasn't the case.

'Perhaps this boy will be more like his mother then his father.' Snape thought as Dumbledore rose and spoke.

"Welcome," Dumbledore began, "to another year at Hogwarts. I know that you are all anxious to begin eating our marvelous feast, but I have a few start of term announcements to make. First-years should note, as well as a few of our older students," he sent an amused look to a pair of red-headed twins sitting at the Gryffindor table, "that the forbidden forest is strictly out-of-bounds. A reminder that there is to no magic used between classes in the corridors. And a list of banned items can be found in our caretaker's, Mr. Filch's, office. And, this year, the third floor corridor, on the right hand side, is forbidden for all of those who do not wish to die a most painful death. Now, let the feast, begin."

Food appeared on the tables and students eagerly began to eat.


Greeting my dear readers and fellow writers. Anime-Angel here with my second Harry Potter story. Now before anyone shoots at me let me say I'm sorry for not updating my other stories or posting this new story soon but here's my excuse. COLLEGE IS A BITCH. And yes this story is based off of Magus, Grim, and Nightshade: The Sorcerer's Stone by Whitetigerwolf. It was inspired by his story and I got his permission to make it with some adjustments. Also the events of X-men First Class and X-men Origin: Wolverine happened before Harry's first year. Also humanity has accepted mutants in this story while wizards view them as dark creatures. And yes Hermione is based off of 2004 Catwoman staring Halle Berry.

Also Tonks will be a Third year like Cedric.

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Till then SYL