The Hogwarts Library was bustling with the kind of quiet chaos you'd expect from a magical school in the middle of a week. There were students scattered around, hunched over desks, their faces buried in textbooks like they were trying to figure out how to summon a dragon with just the flick of a wand. The usual tranquility of the library was interrupted by the murmur of hushed voices and the occasional sharp rustle of parchment. It was like a whirlwind of wizarding academia was going on around Ginny, but it didn't stop her from weaving her way through the tables.
She was on a mission.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on the one person who could make sense of her current whirlwind of thoughts: Luna Lovegood. Luna, of course, was sitting at the farthest corner, as usual, with a stack of books piled so high it almost looked like she was trying to build an empire out of literature. Luna's fashion choices were always... out of this world, but today she looked particularly ethereal. She had on a bright yellow cardigan over a flowy lavender dress, which, if Ginny was being honest, looked like it was designed for a moonlight stroll through a meadow of magical flowers. Luna's mismatched socks peeked out from under the hem, and there was a glittery star-shaped clip in her long, silver-blonde hair that sparkled like something straight out of a fairy tale.
Ginny hesitated for a moment, but she could see Luna's dreamy eyes already locked onto something far beyond the ordinary world, probably pondering the meaning of life—or the latest conspiracy involving Nargles. Ginny took a deep breath and walked over to the table, trying to make it seem like she wasn't nervous. Which, let's face it, was basically impossible. How do you walk up to someone as unpredictable as Luna and not feel like you're about to enter another dimension?
"Hey, Luna," Ginny said casually, sliding into the seat opposite her. "Got a minute to chat?"
Luna, with that serene, otherworldly smile, looked up from the pile of books. She wasn't fazed in the slightest, like this was just another one of those conversations that happened to pop up in her life. "Oh, hello, Ginny," Luna replied in that soft, melodic voice. "I was just contemplating the likelihood that the giant squid in the Black Lake might be moonlighting as a fashion consultant for mermaids. You never know, right?"
Ginny blinked, trying to suppress a laugh. "Right. Of course. Well, I actually wanted to talk to you about something a little more grounded. You know how you've always said you've felt like you were... different?"
Luna nodded slowly, her gaze never losing its distant quality. "Yes. The world always seemed just a tad more... peculiar than others think it is. Like, when I found out about the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, I just knew I wasn't the only one who believed in their existence."
Ginny nodded, keeping her voice steady. "Well, turns out you're not the only one who's... a little different. There are more people like you—people with abilities. And we're setting up a place in the Room of Requirement where we can all come together, learn from each other, and figure things out. I thought you'd be the perfect person to join us."
Luna's eyes lit up, and for a second, Ginny could swear she saw stars in them. It was the kind of enthusiasm that could only belong to someone who truly saw the world in a way no one else did. "More like me?" Luna's voice was barely above a whisper, but her excitement was palpable. "Oh, that's simply marvelous! I've always suspected there was more to the world than meets the eye. I once swore I saw a Knarl hiding in the library last week, and it was definitely watching me with judgmental eyes. You're saying there are others who know the truth?"
Ginny couldn't help but smile at Luna's enthusiasm. "Exactly! We're all in this together, figuring out what our powers mean and how we can use them. It's like a secret society, but with fewer robes and more practical applications. You know, like learning how to control your abilities and not accidentally setting something on fire."
Luna's hands clapped together, causing her cardigan to flutter like a pair of enchanted wings. "That sounds positively splendid! I've always wanted to be part of something like this. Why, just the other day, I was convinced I was the only one who could hear the stars speaking in riddles. Now, it seems I've been wrong! I can't wait to join your little group." She paused, looking down at a book as if she were checking the footnotes of some interdimensional portal. "Maybe we can also figure out what the Knarl really wants. It's been acting very suspicious lately."
Ginny chuckled, her nerves easing. "We'll definitely keep an eye out for any more mystical creatures. But for now, I'm just glad you're on board. We could really use your perspective—plus, who knows what kinds of surprises we'll discover."
Luna looked at Ginny with the most serious expression she could muster, which only made Ginny more certain that Luna was somehow on an entirely different wavelength. "If there's one thing I've learned, Ginny, it's that surprises are just undiscovered possibilities waiting to unfold. I'll be there, of course. After all, as my father always says, 'If you think of ten impossible things before breakfast, the rest of the day can only be intriguing.'"
Ginny laughed softly, feeling a surge of warmth from Luna's words. "I'll let the others know you're in. And if you find any more Nargles—or any other mysterious creatures—please, do us all a favor and give us a heads-up."
Luna gave a dreamy smile, already lost in the next chapter of her latest book. "Of course, Ginny. I'll keep my eyes peeled for any particularly elusive creatures. And I'm sure the stars will tell me all the secrets I need to know."
As Ginny walked away, she glanced over her shoulder at Luna, who was already absorbed in her book with a distant yet satisfied look. For all Luna's quirks, Ginny knew they were lucky to have her on their side. Luna's way of looking at the world—through a lens of wonder and possibility—was just the thing their group needed.
With Luna's enthusiasm on board and the Room of Requirement waiting to be transformed into their base of operations, Ginny couldn't help but feel that, maybe, just maybe, they were starting to build something special. Something that wasn't just about magic, but about embracing what made each of them unique. A team, but more importantly, a family.
—
The Great Hall was buzzing as usual—students chattering, food appearing and disappearing with the usual magical flair, and, of course, the perpetual hum of gossip and rumors swirling through the air like a cloud of flying dust. Harry and Jean dodged a particularly energetic group of Hufflepuffs debating the merits of various Quidditch teams (it was way too early for that kind of high-stakes conversation) and finally found Susan Bones tucked away in a quiet corner.
She looked the picture of calm, sipping her pumpkin juice with a focused expression, as if contemplating the deeper mysteries of the universe—like why Gryffindor's headscarves never seemed to match their uniforms, or why owls could navigate the skies, but couldn't seem to find a decent mailbox. Her headband, a sleek, metallic band with tiny gemstones woven into it, sparkled like a tiny constellation on her head. It was one of those things that screamed I'm fashionable without even trying.
"Hey, Susan," Harry said as they slid into the seat across from her. His attempt at casual was somewhere between a smile and a grimace. "We need to chat about Cedric Diggory."
Susan raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Cedric? What's he done now? Is he planning another one of his 'perfect student' stunts again?" she asked with a teasing lilt.
Jean, sitting beside Harry, gave an exasperated look at Harry's I'm-trying-to-be-cool-but-failing-spectacularly posture before clearing her throat. "Actually, it's about something a bit more... complicated than that." She tucked a lock of fiery red hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering a moment too long. "Cedric's got some new abilities. And since you've been training with us at Xavier's, we thought you'd be the perfect person to help him. You know, someone who gets what it's like to suddenly discover you've got powers that don't come with an instruction manual."
Susan leaned forward, her curiosity more than piqued now. "Ohhh, I get it now. That whole 'what the hell am I supposed to do with this new power' thing? I've been there," she said with a nod of understanding. "Plus, you two are sitting so close it practically screams teamwork—I'm guessing you need all the help you can get. Might be a good idea for Cedric too."
Harry's cheeks immediately flushed—why did Susan always make things so blatantly obvious? But he managed to grin awkwardly, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, exactly. We want Cedric to know he's not alone in this. It'd be good for him to have someone who knows what it's like, you know?"
Jean nodded enthusiastically, her green eyes flashing with a mix of determination and appreciation. "That's exactly why we wanted you to join us, Susan. Your experience could really help him feel like he has a place in all this madness."
Susan's face softened, her usual teasing expression replaced with something warmer. "Alright, I'm in," she said with a firm nod. "Cedric's always been a good bloke. He doesn't deserve to feel isolated just because his magic—" She rolled her eyes a bit as she mimed air quotes. "—'powers'—decided to show up late to the party. Plus, after this summer, I've got some tricks up my sleeve that might make it easier for him to adjust."
Jean let out a small sigh of relief, and Harry couldn't help but smile at the ease with which Susan had agreed. It wasn't that Harry didn't trust his own instincts, but having someone like Susan around was a massive relief. It was like finding out the emergency button on the broomstick worked when you really needed it.
"Thanks, Susan," Harry said, feeling a little more confident about their mission. "You're a lifesaver."
Susan gave them both a wink, finishing off her pumpkin juice with a dramatic flourish. "No problem. Besides, who else is going to make sure Cedric doesn't start growing extra limbs or something equally ridiculous in the middle of Potions class? It's all about managing expectations, people."
Jean let out a small laugh, the sound light and warm. "Exactly. And if anything goes wildly wrong, we'll know who to blame."
Susan chuckled at that, standing up to head out. "Better you than me," she said with a wink. "You two have a lot to figure out, but I'm looking forward to it. Just don't expect me to wear matching team outfits or anything. Fashion first, powers second, you know?"
—
The day by the Black Lake was the kind of cool that made you wish you'd brought a sweater but didn't, because who needs sweaters when you're on the verge of an adventure that could change everything? Harry, Jean, and Susan cut through the trees, their footsteps muffled by the carpet of leaves, which, honestly, was the perfect cover for all the weirdness they were about to dive into.
As they approached the shore, they saw Cedric Diggory standing by the water, looking like he was deep in thought. Maybe too deep, though. He was staring at the lake like it held all the answers to his existential crisis—and from the way his hands twitched, maybe it did. You could practically hear the brooding soundtrack in the background. Classic Cedric.
"Cedric!" Harry called out, his voice a little too cheerful for the situation. Cedric spun around so fast that Harry was half-convinced he might've missed a dramatic hair flip. The guy's a natural, he thought.
Cedric's wide-eyed gaze flicked over the trio, and if Harry didn't know any better, he would've said Cedric was guilty of something. Maybe he'd been sneaking out at night and casting spells on the Slytherins' shoes? Harry knew that look all too well.
"What's up?" Cedric asked, trying to act cool. Key word: trying.
"We know something's different about you," Harry said, getting straight to the point. It was Cedric's brooding that was making him anxious now. Jean and Susan stood a little behind him, backing him up like the world's most magical bodyguards.
Cedric shifted uncomfortably, casting his gaze around like he was looking for an escape route. "I—I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, obviously buying into his own act. Harry wasn't having it. Not today.
"Let's cut the crap," Harry said, hands on hips, trying to look like the type of guy who could dismantle a time-turner with his eyes alone.
Before Cedric could make a run for it—or worse, come up with an excuse involving Charms class—Harry flicked his wrist. A strand of Acromantula silk shot out, winding between two trees like it had been trained by a spider army. Cedric's jaw dropped like someone had just told him Quidditch was canceled for the year.
"Still don't know what we're talking about?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning like he had just won a wizard duel.
Cedric's defenses crumbled faster than a stack of Honeydukes chocolates at a Hufflepuff party. "Alright, alright! I've got... abilities," he admitted, almost embarrassed by it. "But I don't understand what's happening to me."
That's Jean's cue to swoop in, of course. She stepped forward with that serene expression she got when she was explaining mutant stuff to yet another person who wasn't entirely ready for it.
"Cedric, what you're experiencing is something called the X-gene," Jean began, her voice calm but full of that comforting, professor-like authority. "It's like magic, but it's not magic. You know how some wizarding families have traits that run in their blood, like Parseltongue for Slytherins?"
Cedric nodded along, his face scrunched up in concentration. "Yeah, I've heard of that."
"Well, the X-gene is similar, but it doesn't care if you're a wizard or a Muggle," Jean continued, glancing at Harry, who was obviously holding back the urge to make some comment about how cool that sounded. "It's something you're born with. Your blood. It gives you special abilities. Sometimes it's easy to control, sometimes not so much, but it's part of who you are."
Cedric blinked a few times, absorbing this like he had just been handed a full plate of pancakes when he thought he was only getting a muffin. "So... this isn't a curse? Or some dark artifact gone wrong?"
Jean shook her head with that knowing smile that meant, I've explained this a hundred times, and it'll make sense, just hang on. "Exactly. You're not cursed, Cedric. You're just a mutant."
The word hung in the air like it was a lot to digest, and Cedric's eyes seemed to clear up for the first time since they'd started talking. "But... what about these?" He held up his hands, and suddenly—snikt—a pair of wicked-looking claws extended from his fingers, gleaming in the weak afternoon sun. They looked like something out of a horror movie, except Cedric didn't look so much like a villain as he did a confused guy who'd just realized he was a walking weapon.
Harry had to fight the grin that was threatening to split his face. "Nice claws, Cedric," he said with a smirk. "Do you feel the urge to smoke cheap cigars and call people 'bub' yet?"
Cedric's brow furrowed like he'd just stepped into a parallel universe where people were expected to know X-Men references. "What?"
Susan burst out laughing beside Harry, while Jean gave him a long-suffering look, clearly trying not to let the joke totally ruin the vibe. "Harry, stop confusing him," she said, though her eyes were twinkling a bit. "We're trying to make this less of a disaster."
Cedric retracted his claws, clearly still trying to wrap his brain around the idea of being some kind of magical mutant hybrid. "So this... is all part of the X-gene? This... thing in me?"
Jean nodded. "Yep. It's all connected, Cedric. Your powers, the claws—it's all part of who you are now. And we're here to help you make sense of it."
For the first time in what felt like forever, Cedric finally stopped looking like a deer caught in headlights. He looked at the three of them, really looked at them, and for the first time since this weird mutant power thing started, he didn't feel like he was totally on his own. "Thank you," he said quietly, like the words weren't quite enough. "I... I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
Harry shrugged it off, trying to keep his cool, but honestly? He wasn't fooling anyone. "Don't worry about it. We've got your back, mutant powers and all."
And with that, they walked back toward the castle, ready for whatever craziness was about to hit them next. Because in a world where magic and mutants collide, you could bet that this was just the beginning.
—
The seventh floor of Hogwarts was as quiet as a library after hours, except for the faint sound of footsteps shuffling on the stone floor. Daphne and Tracey made their way to the spot Harry had marked, dodging the insane tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls ballet. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? Probably the same person who thought it was a good idea to put the giant troll statues on the third floor. Hogwarts had an unhealthy obsession with trolls.
"Honestly," Daphne muttered, eyes rolling as they passed the garish artwork, "who decided trolls doing pirouettes was 'educational'?"
"It's Hogwarts," Tracey replied, shrugging. "We should be used to bizarre by now."
By the time they reached the spot, they found Fred and George already standing there, looking like two troublemaking twins who'd been waiting for the go-ahead to turn the world upside down. Percy, on the other hand, stood there, stiff and formal, like he'd been dragged along against his will. If there was one thing Percy Weasley loved, it was rules—preferably written in triplicate.
"You're right on time," Fred said with an unsettlingly cheery grin, the kind that promised something disastrous was about to happen.
"Which is shocking, really," George added, crossing his arms. "I thought we'd have a few more detentions under our belts by now."
Tracey shot them both a dry look. "Do you two ever stop?"
"Why would we?" Fred responded with a shrug, and George added a wink.
"Probably not," Tracey muttered.
Ginny and Luna showed up next. Ginny, giving her brothers a scolding look that could have melted steel, and Luna, as always, lost in her own world, was already gazing at the tapestry with interest.
"You know," Luna said, completely unbothered by the absurdity around her, "trolls would make excellent breakdancers. They've got the right sort of moves."
Tracey just blinked. "Uh, what?"
Luna turned to them, still dreamy. "The spins, the hops, the general 'wild and uncontrolled' nature of it. Makes sense."
Before anyone could respond, Harry, Jean, and Susan appeared, Cedric trailing behind them like he'd just stepped out of a mystery novel. He looked a little out of place, like he was the last one to realize he'd been invited to the cool kids' club, but couldn't back out now without being rude.
"Alright, everyone here?" Harry called, his voice carrying a familiar sense of authority that seemed to imply they were about to head off on some ridiculous adventure. "Perfect, let's get this started."
Of course, right on cue, Hermione, Neville, Hannah, and Ron showed up. Hermione was flustered, probably from a last-minute scramble to get there. Neville was chewing on his lip, probably nervous, but ready. And Ron? Well, Ron looked like he was trying not to laugh and fail miserably.
"Sorry we're late," Hermione said, giving the group an apologetic look as if she could have prevented time itself from dragging her to the meeting. "We had to deal with some… things."
"No worries," Harry said, grinning like a man who knew he was about to show off. "You're just in time for something epic."
And when Harry Potter says something's going to be epic, you pay attention. The whole group turned their attention to Harry, who, for once, didn't seem too keen on making a dramatic entrance. Instead, he just started pacing back and forth like a man waiting for his cue in a play. Naturally, the room behind him—the Room of Requirement—appeared like magic. Not that anyone was surprised. This was Hogwarts, after all.
Daphne and Tracey exchanged a glance. Yep, Hogwarts was officially the weirdest place on Earth. Even Luna, who had probably seen some unexplainable stuff in her day, blinked in surprise. For once, the Room of Requirement didn't just materialize randomly like usual. It practically exploded into existence, the door appearing as if it had been waiting for them all along.
"This," Harry said, spreading his arms in dramatic fashion, "is the Room of Requirement. It's our new training ground."
"Go ahead," Jean said, nudging Cedric forward. "Open it."
Cedric, who'd been so quiet up until now, hesitated for a second. It wasn't the first time he'd been thrown into something massive without much warning, but it sure as hell didn't make it any easier. Finally, he gave a sheepish shrug and opened the door.
The sight that met their eyes was beyond anything Hogwarts had ever offered. The room was huge, as if it had absorbed the best parts of both the X-Mansion's Danger Room and Hogwarts itself. There were dueling areas with floating targets, obstacle courses that defied physics, spellbooks scattered across tables, and a few areas that looked like they'd been specifically designed to test their powers under extreme conditions.
"This," Tracey said, her voice low, "is epic."
Daphne blinked, trying to take it all in. "How is this even possible?"
Luna, of course, was already way ahead of them. "I wonder if it has a section for nargle detection," she said in that dreamy, sing-song voice of hers.
"Probably," Harry replied, grinning. "I wouldn't put it past the room."
Cedric looked around, taking it all in, the mix of awe and excitement clear on his face. "This place is... amazing."
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Jean said, flashing a playful grin. "And if you think this is wild, just wait. There's a lot more coming."
Harry didn't wait for anyone to respond. His eyes lit up with that unmistakable spark of mischief and determination. "Alright, gang. It's time to get to work. We've got powers to master."
And with that, they stepped into the Room of Requirement, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. In a world where magic, mutants, and monsters were real, anything could happen—and Harry Potter was about to prove it, one insane mission at a time.
—
The Room of Requirement looked like it had been designed by a sadistic interior decorator who had spent a little too much time watching action movies with medieval castles, followed by a binge of Tomb Raider. The obstacle course sprawled before them, an elaborate maze of swinging axes, fiery pits, and suspiciously wobbly platforms. Harry took one look at it and grinned.
"Alright, folks!" he called, clapping his hands together as though he were about to announce the start of a football game. "Before we get started, let's do a quick rundown of what we're working with. I want to know what everyone's mutant abilities are. You're going to be using those to get through this, so it's kind of important we're all on the same page."
There was a brief silence before Daphne Greengrass—who, if sarcasm were an Olympic sport, would have at least ten gold medals—stepped forward with the grace of someone who'd already decided this was beneath her, but was humoring Harry because she had nothing better to do.
"I can create and control ice," Daphne said, her voice as dry as the Sahara. "And apparently, I'm also really good at making dragons." With a flick of her wrist, a perfect ice sculpture of a dragon appeared in the air, hovering like an ice-cold ballerina. It looked incredibly lifelike—if you didn't mind the fact that it was made of ice and probably not all that practical in a real battle. But who was going to argue with Daphne Greengrass?
Jean Grey, standing beside Harry, raised an eyebrow and flashed Daphne a smile. "Nice," she said in that effortlessly cool way that Jean always managed. "You'll do great under pressure."
Daphne shrugged, clearly unimpressed with the praise. "Yeah, well, if it gets too hot, I'll just freeze everything and call it a day."
Next was Neville Longbottom, who always looked like he had about five minutes to live in any given situation. His hands were a little clammy, but he managed to mumble out, "Uh, I can control plants. Like, not just make them grow but actually... command them. Most of the time."
He gestured to a crack in the stone wall, and a thick vine shot out, twisting and curling into a makeshift swing. It wobbled slightly but managed to hold up Neville's weight, which, honestly, was more than a lot of people would have bet on, considering how much Neville's luck usually leaned toward "disastrous."
"Well, that's perfect," Harry said, grinning. "You'll be right at home here. Maybe the plants can catch you if you fall."
Neville smiled awkwardly. "Yeah, sure, if they don't try to choke me instead."
Cedric Diggory, always the picture of composed confidence—except for the occasional shiver of "why on Earth am I still alive?"—stepped forward next. He had that "boy-next-door meets heroic champion" vibe, even if he was still processing the weirdness of this whole mutant magic crossover.
"I've got enhanced speed and reflexes," Cedric explained, flexing his fingers. "And healing. But..." He pulled back his hand and—snikt—claws extended from his fingers with the sort of quiet menace you expect from someone who knows they look cooler than you.
Harry couldn't resist. "Wait, are you sure you don't feel like smoking cheap cigars and calling people 'bub'?"
Cedric blinked, then chuckled. "Not yet, Potter. But I'll let you know when I'm ready to go full Wolverine on this place."
"Great, just let me know before you try to slice through the obstacles," Harry said, rubbing his hands together. "I'd hate to be collateral damage."
Then it was Luna Lovegood's turn. Luna, the ethereal daydreamer who often seemed to be in a world of her own. If you looked at her for more than a few seconds, you'd start to wonder if she was part-time clairvoyant or just really good at pretending she wasn't looking at something odd.
"I can see auras," she said in that dreamy voice, her eyes half-lidded as if she were still talking to a few imaginary creatures in her head. "People's emotions, their energy, all sorts of things. I like to think of them as Nargles, but I guess that's not exactly... helpful for this sort of thing." She glanced around, and her eyes finally landed on Harry. "Yours is very bright today, Harry. Like a phoenix who's just had a cup of tea."
Harry blinked. "Right. That's... reassuring?"
"Well," Luna said thoughtfully, "you don't seem about to be ambushed by invisible pixies or anything, so that's a good sign."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "That's a relief, Luna. But I think you can sit out on the obstacle course. You're not exactly the physical type, are you?"
Luna tilted her head. "Oh, no, I'll be fine. I'm sure I can manage. The auras will help me understand how to navigate things."
Harry blinked. "Right... well, if you're sure. I just didn't want you to—"
But before Harry could finish, Luna turned to Jean, who was observing with an amused smile. "I'll be okay, Jean," she said. "You know, like a wisp of wind moving through a forest, unhindered by obstacles."
Jean snorted. "Well, if Luna insists, we'll just let her prove us all wrong."
After everyone shared their abilities, Harry exchanged a quick look with Jean. Both of them shared that same expression—one that said this is either going to be incredibly fun or a complete disaster. Either way, it was going to be a memorable experience.
"Alright," Jean said, stepping forward. "Now that we know what you can all do, let's see if you can actually control it. The obstacle course is designed to challenge you on every front—your abilities, your focus, your... everything. No wands, no spells. Just you and your powers. And your wits, of course."
Harry grinned. "Good luck. And remember, it's not about how fast you can bulldoze through this course. We want to see if you can keep your cool when things get crazy."
The Room of Requirement felt like it was holding its breath, the obstacles trembling with anticipation. Daphne cracked her knuckles, already sizing up the nearest swinging axe. Neville looked like he was mentally calculating how much plant matter it would take to safely navigate the pit of fire ahead. Cedric was rolling his shoulders, no doubt thinking about which direction to pounce first. Luna, of course, was smiling serenely, convinced she had already figured out the entire course based on the auras she could see dancing in the air.
And as the group took their first steps toward the gauntlet, Harry couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This is going to be a disaster... and I can't wait to see how it unfolds."
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