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A Freak like Me	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38259 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter nor Xmen the fandom, Any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the X-men, and I am making no profit from this story.

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AN: I'm in the process of uploading beta'd version. Thanks to Blaze Lupin and Vally Haven for looking over it. I may or may not be getting more help as needed and so there may be more edits.
Summery: Harry is sold to a man who experiments on Mutants when he's seven. this is a Hp/xmen crossover. I need a beta, hopeful one who can help me with Remy's accent and the characters not in the movies. the info on the xmen will me a hodgepodge of the movies info from the internet the comics I have and other fanfics. Hogwarts will come along eventually but not soon, Harry is already old enough to graduate. i don't really like most of the characters from canon so...we'll see how it goes.
warnings: slash, gay relationships, non-explicit rape, brainwashing.
"french"
'mental conversations'
Chapter 1
When I woke up, I assessed my situation and sent out my newly discovered ability to determine how many beings were around me. I kept my eyes shut because the sterile light of the room hurt my retinas. There were roughly 150 beings in this compound, but only 5 were close enough to pose a threat to me, none of them seemed to have been seriously injured recently, although there were some bruises. There was no one but me in the room.
I turned my head from right to left to get an impression of where I was. I was in a lab. “No” I whispered. Not again. I couldn’t stand it. I pushed myself off the bed, steadying myself on it until my legs could take my weight. “No” I whispered again. I could feel myself begin to loose control. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, allow myself to be in another place like the Lab.
There were no beings around, so I walked to the door and opened it without fear. The hall way was barren. Light ran along the floor and the walls in streams. There was only one door on the left side of the hall and I headed toward it. I could tell there was no one on the other side of it.
I could feel the energy of one being get closer and I knew that I would have to hide. I looked around frantically for someplace to hide but there were none. I ran to the door down the hall and found some kind of unknown locking mechanism. My breathing sped up in my panic. The being was getting closer. I flew into a corner and sunk down on the floor, trying to make my body as small as possible. Maybe they wouldn’t notice me.
I could feel the being was just about to turn the corner, and would be in visual range. I turned my head so I could at least see my doom coming.
A large blue furred male freak in a white lab coat was the source of the energy and I relaxed slightly. In the Labs, the freaks tried to look out for each other when we could. Those like me, who had been there for a long time, would tell the new ones what the rules were, so they wouldn’t be harmed because they broke them. Of course, that didn’t stop the guards from hurting them for no reason, but we tried.
I hoped that this blue furred freak would help me.
He stopped when he saw my curled up in the corner. I was confused by his slow cautious actions once he noticed me. Why would he be cautious? It was obvious that I couldn’t hurt him.
He lifted one hand to show he was unarmed as he approached me. I looked at it, but didn’t understand. “Its okay, no one here will hurt you.” He told me. I scoffed, what kind of freak was this? Did he really expect that I would believe that? Was he not going to help me, not going to tell me the rules?
He sat down a few feet from me and tilted his head. I saw that he was wearing a coat similar to the ones The Doctors wore and assumed that he was a useful freak, that he was the servant to someone important. He was obviously my guide and I was expected to respect this freak. I wondered if there was a chain of command among the freaks too. In the cages it had been every man for himself after the initial welcome where we told the new freak what the rules were.
“Why did you leave? Were you scared?” He asked me and I nodded. Of course I was scared, I’d just woken up in a new place. Was he going to tell me what the punishment for running would be now?
He didn’t, he stood up and held a hand out to me. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with the hand. Sometimes the guards had done that when they wanted me to suck on their fingers. I leaned forward and took two of his large purple fingers into my mouth, sucking lightly. He gasped and pulled them away and I curled into myself again. That had apparently been the wrong conclusion and now I would be punished.
Instead the blue freak asked….asked! me to stand and follow him. I knew better then to assume he was really asking and followed him back into the room I woke up in.
He pulled out a communicator from his coat pocket and told whoever answered that I was awake. He called me ‘the patient’ and I wondered what that meant. Was it like project? Was this freak a Doctor? If the freaks had such high places in this Lab, then what did the Normals do? I wondered.
He sat me down on a bed and ran a few tests on me. “You seem to be healthy and your wounds have healed. Is that your ability?” He asked me. I considered saying no, hoping that without a healing ability, my punishments would be less severe, but he’d already noticed that my feet were healed. I nodded instead and asked him, “Do you think they will hurt me worse because I can heal?”
The freak’s face twisted in a way I’d never seen before and he said softly, “No one will hurt you here.” I nodded, but didn't believe him. He was obviously not going to help me. I was on my own.
Once he was done with his test he told me, “The professor is at dinner with the rest, are you feeling up to meeting him?” I gave him a look of exasperation; I knew better then to think it would matter if I was ready.
He nodded and chuckled, which confused me, and lead me out of the room. He led me to a cylindrical beam, or what I thought was a beam. It opened as we approached it and the blue freak stepped inside. The door closed with a hiss and I began to feel very closed in and claustrophobic. I flinched when he put his hand on my shoulder to try and calm me and he retracted it. I nodded at him in gratitude for the attempt and he smiled.
The only time I’d ever seen someone smile, even Mike, was just before they hurt and used me so when Blue smiled, I backed as far away from him as I could.
He sighed softly and the smile fell from his face. I was afraid I was going to be punished for backing away and decided that it was better to acquiesce then be seen as a rebel. I moved to kneel at his feet but the door opened and Blue walked out the door. I followed two paces behind him, as I knew was expected, shivering with fear. I hadn’t had time to show Blue that I could be a good freak. I just knew he was going to tell this Professor I was bad. I whimpered and Blue must have heard me.
He turned his body slightly and said softly, “I promise, no one here will hurt you. I won’t let them.” I was conflicted. I knew saying “I promise” was an order to comply and was usually followed by laughter when they did just the opposite, but Blue said he wouldn’t let them. No one ever said that, and I didn’t know what it meant. I nodded, but I knew he could still see my wariness.
“I will prove it to you little one.” I focused on his eyes. Sometimes I could tell from the eyes if the guards were pretending, or making a ‘suggestion’. Blue seemed to be honest. But what could he do against normals. Maybe Blue was like Mike. I smiled at him and Blue’s face beamed with joy.
I could feel many more beings on this level; most seemed to be children, younger then me, and smaller then me. A good many of them were on other levels but there were 12 sitting in a room that Blue seemed to be leading me to.
He opened the door and held it open, gesturing for me to go in ahead of him. I took quick inventory of everyone’s locations, not quite comfortable with Blue behind me. Two read heads were in the kitchen portion, the female was cooking and the male was setting the table. I assumed they were both freaks like me. There were five beings my age sitting at the table laughing with a blue skinned freak with ropy marks all over his visible skin. I figured they were normals. There was a large angry man with a cigar, lounging with his feet on the table. A mocha skinned woman with white hair told him to take his feet down and I figured that they were both normals, but that the woman was higher in the chain of command.
Blue put his hand on the small of my back and pushed a little. I looked up at him. I didn’t know which one was The Professor. He gestured with his head at the old man in some kind of mobile chair. I walked swiftly to him and knelt at his feet. Immediately silence fell in the room. An old but still strong hand grabbed my chin to raise my face. The Professor had bright blue eyes that sparkled and shimmered like a sapphire.
He used his other hand to pet my hair. I simply watched, waiting for whatever he wanted to do. I was a freak, I had no rights.
“You poor, poor boy,” he said. His brogue had thickened in his empathy. I tilted my head at him. What could he mean?
Blue picked me up and I took a look around the room. Both women had their hands over their mouths. I wondered if they were going to throw up. The normals my age were solemn and I shivered and looked at Blue and then the Professor. Was I going to be punished for interrupting their fun? Was that why the Professor said I was a poor boy? How bad would the punishment be that the leader was feeling sorry for a freak?
I started hyperventilating and I focused inward to try and control my fear. Warmth settled on me and I knew at once that it wasn’t natural. I opened my eyes to find that I’d fallen to my knees, they thrummed with pain, and the red headed male was rocking me and whispering to me in French. “There, there angel Remy’s got you now. Remy’s got you. You’re safe.”
I looked up into red on black eyes, confident that I had found a freak to help me at last. “Please. What are the rules?” I whispered to him in the same language. He ran a hand up and down my back and tightened his hold on me. I sighed into his embrace. No one since Mike had held me like this. I buried my face into his neck.
Eventually, I took inventory of the normals to see how much trouble I was in. Those my age, who I assumed were guards, were eating and shooting me curious and pitying looks. It shocked me, I wasn’t used to that expression on a normal’s face. The professor was conversing with the adults, normals and freaks alike. I decided that the head of the guards was either the large man with the cigar from earlier or a new man with dark burgundy glasses.
The freak who had me, Remy, he pushed me off him gently and stood up with me. He lead me to a chair next to him. The large cigar man was on the other side and I strained away from him. He huffed and his face contorted in anger. Instead of waiting for him to explode and hurt me, I went to him and knelt next to him nuzzling at his hip and reaching for his zipper. I had learned early on that the guards hurt you less if you volunteered to be used.
Cigar man pushed me away and stood up, walking away from me. He threw the beer in his hand against the wall and it shattered. I whimpered but tried to hold it in. It was never a good idea to bring attention to yourself.
Remy pulled me up and sat me in the chair. I looked at him curiously while he sat next to me. “No need f’r that ange” he said, and I tilted my head at him.
“They don’ ask f’r that ‘ere.” His accent was unusual and my innate curiosity replaced my fear. I was used to being afraid after all. “Where are you from?” He smirked at me. “Nawlins” I shifted through the information the first Doctor had given me, but Geography hadn’t been something he thought was important for me to know. I smiled at Remy and shook my head.
Cigar man came back to sit and I turned my head towards him. I knew better then to meet his eyes so I focused on his chest. “I’m sorry if I offended you sir.” I told him and he grunted.
“No’ need ta call me sir, ‘ts just Logan” I nodded and apologized again, “Sorry Logan.” I had to bite my lip not to tack 'sir' on to the end.
Logan pushed a porcelain disk towards me and said “load up.” I looked at Remy hoping for an explanation. Those around the table were speaking softly to each other but I could tell that they were paying attention to everything that happened around me, waiting for me to mess up.
Remy gestured to the food on the table and I nodded. I placed a large potion of the meat on the disk and then some lumps of food I saw on the other disks. I pushed the disk back to Logan. I assumed he wanted me to serve him.
One of the guards my age chucked and said, “its for you, what’s wrong with you?” Another female guard, one with gloves on and brown hair with one white streak, elbowed him and hissed “Pyro” she smiled at me and I tilted my head, unsure how to respond to the expression.
My attention was recaptured by Logan when he pushed the disk back in front of me and said “Eat.”
I glanced around the table to see how the other freaks were eating. They were still seated at the table so I assumed I didn’t need to get on the floor to eat it. They were holding small silver shovels and using those to put the food in their mouths. I looked to Remy and tried to hold my shovel like he was. It was rough and I ended up spilling most of it. The red headed female used her freakishness to float a larger wooden shovel to me and I used that for the rest of the meal.
Remy waited until I was done with everything but the meat to show me how to use a knife to cut it up. Using a shovel and a knife at the same time needed dexterity that I just didn’t have.
“Just tear into it like Wolverine does.” The Pyro said and I gasped. “Wolverine?” I whispered to Remy. He pointed his shovel at Logan.
“Wolverine?” I whispered to him and Logan nodded. I could feel the tears streaming down my face but I couldn’t be bothered to stop them. I lifted a hand to gently touch Wolverine on the shoulder, just to make sure he was really real. “Really?” I whispered again. Logan nodded and I couldn’t help it, I launched myself at him.
He caught me with a grunt and I sobbed into his neck. He awkwardly patted my head, but didn’t put his arms around me. “I knew you were real. I knew it.” I could hear the guards laughing, but that wasn’t a new development so I ignored them. I hoped that I wouldn’t get my hero in trouble but I just couldn’t control myself.
Wolverine pulled me into his lap and let me cry on him. Eventually my sobs lessened and the Professor asked me how I knew Wolverine.
“They told me you were dead.” I told my hero. I turned in his arms, which had finally circled me, to address the Professor’s question. “They talked about him at the Labs sir.”
“The labs?” the mocha colored woman asked. I nodded at her, “yes ma’am”
“Perhaps while the children clean the table you will tell us your story?” The guards grumbled and I was surprised to see the five of them and the blue skinned freak stand up and do freak work. I wasn’t opposed to them doing work but I wanted my hero to see that I was useful, “I can do it sir!” I tried to get off Wolverine but he held me fast. I looked at him curiously.
“Naw kid, let them do it ‘ts their turn.” He told me. I couldn’t help but immediately accept his orders.
I turned back to the Professor and tilted my head at him before remembering what he’d said. “My story sir? Like Alice in Wonderland?” I was glad Wolverine couldn’t see my face because I was sure it was embarrassing. The Professor and the others chuckled, but it was Remy that answered me. “Ya have story like Alice for Remy?”
I considered before answering, was my story like Alice’s? I looked around at the beings at the table and those cleaning the table, all were watching me with curiosity and some with sorrow. “No, not like Alice.” I whispered to Remy.
Remy leaned to me and put a hand on my arm, the warmth that calmed me down returned to me and I assumed this was Remy’s freak ability. I smiled at him.
I looked at the Professor and started my story.
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