Chapter 6

Harry strolled towards Xavier's office with a grin plastered on his face. The memories of yesterday's gaming escapades still danced in his mind like confetti. The victorious feeling of outplaying Scott in Donkey Kong was almost as satisfying as finding an extra life in the middle of a boss fight.

He thought back to the laughter he'd shared with Jean. Their conversations had been like finding a hidden cheat code—full of surprises and ridiculously fun. Jean's smile had this magical ability to light up even the dullest day, and Harry couldn't help but look forward to their next chat.

Kitty had been a blast. With her enthusiasm for sci-fi and hacking, she was like a real-life combo of every tech genius and dungeon master he'd ever admired. It was refreshing to discuss the latest tech and fantasy realms with her. Her energy was as infectious as a catchy video game theme song.

Then there was Rogue. Her Southern sass and quick wit were like a breath of fresh air in the mansion's cool corridors. She had this uncanny knack for making even the most mundane tasks feel like an adventure. Harry found himself looking forward to her sassy comments and good-hearted jabs.

These thoughts warmed Harry's heart as he approached Xavier's office, his excitement barely contained. The last thing he wanted was to get involved with another wise old mentor who might be a walking cliché of the "all-knowing" type. He was hoping Xavier would prove to be different from Dumbledore—at least, in the "not-so-omniscient" department.

He knocked gently on the door and entered, greeted by the familiar sight of Xavier's office. It was like walking into a blend of Hogwarts and a high-tech library, with shelves of books and an assortment of magical artifacts basking in the sunlight filtering through the windows.

"Good morning, Professor," Harry said, trying to sound casual and upbeat. "Hope I'm not barging in on anything top-secret."

Xavier looked up with a welcoming smile. "Not at all, Harry. Come in and have a seat."

Harry took his place, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. He was still wary of the "wise mentor" trope but was hoping Xavier was the exception to the rule.

"So," Xavier began, leaning forward with interest, "how's everything going with the adjustment to the mansion?"

Harry settled into the chair and flashed a genuine smile. "Pretty great, actually. Everyone's been awesome, and I've already made some fantastic friends. It's starting to feel like home."

Xavier nodded, clearly pleased. "I'm glad to hear that. Adjusting to a new place and figuring out your abilities can be tough. But you've been handling it like a pro."

Harry appreciated the compliment, though the talk of his abilities brought a rush of seriousness. Xavier's words were comforting, but the idea of mastering his powers still loomed large.

Xavier's expression grew more serious. "I want you to know that you're not alone in this. You've got a whole community of friends and mentors here. We'll work together to explore your powers and help you be the best you can be."

Harry felt a wave of reassurance. "Thanks, Professor. I really appreciate it. I'm eager to get started and see what I can do."

Xavier's tone shifted to a more technical explanation. "Now, about your connection to Voldemort. It's quite unique. When he tried to kill you, a fragment of his soul latched onto you, creating a bond that's more than just physical."

Harry listened, feeling the weight of Xavier's words. "I understand. I'm ready to tackle it."

Xavier's gaze became more intense. "Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort's skill in Legilimency, a form of magical telepathy. Both Jean and I have similar abilities. It's important that you receive training in this area. We'll cover not just the practical aspects but also the ethics involved."

Harry nodded, determined. "Got it. I'll do my best."

Xavier then offered practical advice. "Phoenixes have a unique form of teleportation. I suggest you practice with Kurt, who has a similar ability. His experience will be invaluable."

Harry felt a surge of confidence. "Thanks for the tip. I'm looking forward to learning from Kurt."

Just as their conversation was winding down, a gentle knock interrupted them. Xavier motioned towards the door. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Hank McCoy—Beast, with his blue fur and glasses that made him look like a walking, talking science experiment. He entered with a friendly smile that was a bit at odds with his intimidating appearance.

"Professor Xavier, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Hank said, his voice a blend of politeness and earnestness.

Xavier gestured for Hank to join them. "Not at all, Hank. Please, have a seat. Harry, this is Dr. Hank McCoy, one of our esteemed colleagues."

Hank settled in, and Xavier turned to him with a serious expression. "Hank, we need to assess Harry's abilities in the Danger Room. It's important we understand the full extent of his powers. Please coordinate with Logan and Ororo for a comprehensive evaluation."

Hank's nod was firm and understanding. "Understood, Professor. I'll make sure to get everything set up."

—

As Hank McCoy trotted out of the office to gather Logan and Ororo, Xavier's attention turned back to Harry with a gaze that was both thoughtful and reassuring.

"Harry," Xavier began, his voice calm and steady, "this evaluation will give us a clearer picture of your abilities and how best to harness them. It's a crucial step in your journey as a mutant, and I trust Hank, Logan, and Ororo to guide you through it."

Harry gave a determined nod. He was gearing up for the challenge ahead, knowing that mastering his new powers wouldn't be a walk in the park. With Xavier's team backing him up, though, he felt ready to face whatever came his way.

As Harry followed Hank, Logan, and Ororo to the Danger Room, he couldn't help but have a few thoughts running through his mind. It was still strange to think that he wasn't under Dumbledore's thumb anymore. He'd come to terms with the fact that the old headmaster wasn't the messiah he'd once been led to believe. But old habits die hard, and Harry was determined to keep up appearances—after all, the entire Wizarding World seemed to believe Dumbledore was the magical equivalent of the sun rising and setting.

Just as he was about to enter the Danger Room, he noticed Logan leaning against a wall, puffing away on a cheap cigar that smelled like burnt rubber and disappointment. The cigar seemed to be an extension of Logan's gruff persona.

"Hey, bub," Logan greeted with a smirk. "You ready to see what you're made of? 'Cause I sure am."

Harry gave a half-grin. "Let's hope I'm more impressive than a chocolate frog."

Inside the Danger Room, Harry spotted Ororo Munroe, her regal demeanor belying the intensity of her powers. She offered Harry a warm, encouraging smile. He couldn't help but notice the subtle sparks in her eyes, like she was about to unleash a storm of knowledge or lightning.

As they prepared for the evaluation, Harry's mind wandered back to his awkward, yet fascinating, interactions with Jean. They were in that odd stage where they both clearly liked each other but danced around it with the grace of two left feet. Their conversations were filled with that special tension of two people who might just be perfect for each other, but weren't quite ready to admit it. Meanwhile, Scott Summers was being his usual self, acting like he and Jean were written in the stars. It was getting old, fast.

Jean, for her part, seemed to have something else stirring every time she glanced Harry's way. It was like she was battling more than just her feelings—something ancient and powerful seemed to be waking up inside her. Harry, oblivious to the Phoenix Force slowly stirring, just enjoyed their moments together, however awkward they might be.

Rogue, with her Southern charm and sassy attitude, was as bright and spirited as ever. At thirteen, she had this amazing blend of beauty, brains, and humor that made her a joy to be around. She tossed out "hon" and "sugar" like they were candy, her irreverence matched only by her heart of gold.

Kitty Pryde, on the other hand, was the ultimate nerd hero. With her love for sci-fi, computer hacking, and D&D, she could have been a character straight out of a comic book. Despite her impressive skills and her time in space, she was as grounded and relatable as they came.

With his resolve steeled, Harry prepared himself for the evaluation. Despite his wariness of another old authority figure, he hoped that Xavier was different from Dumbledore. As Hank and Logan got ready, Harry felt a spark of determination. He was ready to step into the Danger Room and face whatever came his way, all while keeping a wary eye on his new mentors.

—

As Harry stepped into the Danger Room, his excitement collided with a hint of nervousness. The room was a marvel of high-tech wizardry, a chameleon of ever-shifting landscapes and simulated challenges that seemed to promise either epic victory or spectacular disaster. It was like entering a video game where the stakes were way higher than the occasional loss of a virtual life.

Hank McCoy, with his blue fur and scholarly air, quickly took charge. His voice, laced with the kind of intellectual flourishes that would make Shakespeare blush, explained the parameters of the assessment. "Harry, my boy, think of this as a comprehensive audit of your abilities. We'll be testing various aspects of your powers, so be prepared for a smorgasbord of challenges. Try not to, as they say, 'make an ass of yourself,' though that might be a tad difficult given the circumstances."

Logan, meanwhile, was lighting up one of his cheap cigars with the kind of casual ease that only a guy with adamantium claws and a perpetual scowl could pull off. "Alright, bub, let's see what you've got. And don't go easy on yourself. This isn't a walk in the park; it's more like a run through a minefield. Or, if you're lucky, a stroll through a particularly aggressive garden."

Ororo Munroe, ever the epitome of calm and regal grace, stood by, her gaze as cool and penetrating as the wind before a storm. She was known for her serene demeanor, but Harry had heard tales of her legendary temper, which could summon rains or worse if provoked. "Remember, Harry," she said, her voice smooth like a whisper of thunder, "the Danger Room is meant to push your limits. Approach each task with focus, and you'll find your strength."

With a deep breath, Harry nodded, steeling himself for the first simulation. The room sprang to life with a flurry of obstacles designed to test every facet of his abilities. As the challenges unfolded, Harry tapped into his newfound powers, his mind racing as he adapted to each scenario. The intensity of the simulations was enough to make even a seasoned hero break a sweat, but Harry pushed through, determined to show just what he was capable of.

Hank, Logan, and Ororo watched closely from the sidelines, their eyes sharp and critical. Hank muttered witticisms under his breath, "Ah, an excellent demonstration of what one might term 'operational efficacy.' Or, as the less educated would say, 'You're kicking butt, kid.'"

Logan took a puff of his cigar, squinting through the haze. "Looking good, kid. Just don't get too cocky. The real world's a lot messier than this room."

Ororo, ever the calm anchor, nodded approvingly. Her gaze never wavered from Harry, though Harry could sense the quiet power behind her serene facade, a reminder of the storms she could summon if needed.

As the simulation wrapped up, Harry emerged from the Danger Room, sweaty and exhilarated. He couldn't help but feel a rush of accomplishment. The challenges had been daunting, but he had faced them head-on, his powers growing sharper with every obstacle.

"Nice work in there," Hank said with a rare grin. "Not bad for a beginner. Keep it up, and you might just become a legend. Or at least a very competent superhero."

Logan nodded, giving Harry a rare compliment. "You've got guts, kid. Just remember, being a hero means more than just showing off in a simulation."

Ororo's smile was soft but approving. "Well done, Harry. You've proven you have the strength and focus required. Keep honing those skills."

With a newfound sense of confidence, Harry was ready to tackle whatever came next, buoyed by the support of his new mentors and the thrilling challenge that lay ahead.

—

As Harry stepped into the shower, he let the warm water wash over him, savoring the soothing sensation. Today's Danger Room assessment had been nothing short of a boot camp for superheroes. The intensity had pushed him to his limits, and as he scrubbed off the sweat and grime, he felt a swell of satisfaction. He'd given it everything he had—like a kid trying to prove he wasn't just the guy who accidentally set off the fire alarm at the science fair.

Harry glanced in the mirror as he dried off, and that's when he noticed something that made him do a double-take. His reflection was… different. No, he wasn't seeing things. He seemed to be growing taller, and his muscles had taken on a definition he hadn't had before. It was like he'd gone from "skinny kid who could use a sandwich" to "hey, is that guy a model or a mutant?" in record time.

A grin spread across his face. He'd always been on the lean side—more likely to be mistaken for someone who'd spend all day in the library than in a gym. But now? It was like his body was taking "mutation upgrade" to a whole new level. Not only was he unlocking superpowers, but his muscles were also getting their own superhero origin story.

Harry flexed in front of the mirror, striking poses that were probably better suited for a photo shoot than for a post-shower routine. He couldn't help but laugh. "Well, this is a nice bonus. Who knew saving the world came with a side of abs?"

He tried to ignore the voice in his head reminding him that superhero training was far from over, and he'd need to master more than just looking good in a mirror. But for now, as he dressed and admired his new physique, he allowed himself a moment of pure, unadulterated awe. After all, who wouldn't feel empowered when their mutation not only gave them incredible powers but also made them look like they'd stepped out of a comic book?

With his newfound confidence, Harry was ready to tackle whatever came next. He might be in for more trials and tests, but at least now he had the physique to match his growing list of abilities.

—-

In Xavier's office, the team was abuzz with speculation about Harry's abilities. Logan, ever the gruff loner with a knack for appearing like he'd just stepped off a wild animal reserve, was leaning back in his chair, cheap cigar dangling from his lips. His eyes, sharp and calculating despite the casual air, were locked on Xavier. 

"Kid's got potential," Logan said through a cloud of cigar smoke, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Seems like he's got a healing factor, kinda like me. Maybe even more than that." He tapped the ash off his cigar with a casual flick, looking every bit the battle-worn warrior he was. "Could be he's got a whole set of powers we haven't even scratched the surface of yet."

Hank McCoy, who had been furiously scribbling notes with his impressive intellect and the elegance of someone who could easily wax poetic about quantum mechanics or Shakespeare, looked up. "Logan's observation is quite astute," Hank said, adjusting his glasses with a bemused smirk. "If Harry's mutation includes a healing factor, it's possible he also has peak human strength and agility. Imagine, if you will, Captain America with a dash of Wolverine's tenacity." His eyes twinkled with the kind of mischievous brilliance that could only come from someone who both quoted Kant and grappled with the occasional feral outburst.

Ororo Munroe, calm and regal as always, maintained her poised demeanor as she considered the new information. Her gaze was steady, and though she was known for her serene presence, there was a storm of intensity brewing just beneath the surface. "If Harry's mutation includes elements of our observations, it would be prudent to examine the full scope of his abilities," she said, her voice cool but edged with the seriousness of a woman who had once been revered as a goddess.

Xavier listened with the patience of someone who'd spent a lifetime balancing the fate of mutants and humans alike. He knew that Harry's mutation was turning out to be a complex tapestry of power and potential. The room's discussion had laid out intriguing possibilities, from healing factors to peak physical prowess.

"We'll need to proceed cautiously," Xavier said, his tone both thoughtful and resolute. "Harry's mutation could indeed be multifaceted. We should continue to explore and document every aspect of his abilities. The better we understand them, the more effectively we can help him harness them."

As the team began brainstorming and formulating a training regimen for Harry, their collective expertise painted a picture of an exciting journey ahead. The plans were detailed, each member contributing their unique perspective to shape Harry's development.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Harry was brimming with excitement and determination. The day's challenges had only fueled his eagerness to explore the depths of his powers. With Xavier and his team guiding him, he felt ready to dive into this new chapter of his life, armed with the anticipation of what lay ahead.

The path to mastering his abilities was only beginning, but Harry knew he was in good hands. After all, with a team of experts like this, the adventure was bound to be anything but ordinary.

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