All Hallow's Freak

It was Halloween, All Hallows Eve, whatever one wanted to call it; it was a night where ghosts and ghouls, along with spooks, snuck out into the night to play. Despite that fact crime would not take a backseat to anything.

"So, was your trial run sufficient?"

The man behind that signature calm tone was named Phineas Mason but he was better known in the New York criminal underworld as the Terrible Tinkerer. He created a multitude of inventions for some of the criminals that plied their trade in the city. As long as they paid, the Terrible Tinkerer would create and his smile was wide as he looked at his latest client.

Any other day this young punk would not be fit for knocking off gas stations but with a little technical magic, the Tinkerer could make him into something special.

"It went off without a hitch, Tinkerer," the man commented as he took off the pumpkin mask on his head.

Osborn was not going to miss that stuff, the guy was loaded, he had stashes of the equipment all over the city just like this.

"You're nothing, a nobody but with this technology, you can be someone, a god even," the Tinkerer commented as he surveyed the young man before him and it was plainly obvious that this youngster was buying what the Tinkerer was selling, one hundred percent. "Do not...do not doubt that I can make you into something."

"I don't doubt it," the thug said in a cocky tone of voice.

"A few dollars here and a few dollars there and you're looking at some real money," the Tinkerer commented as he looked towards him. "But...the big boys are always looking to hire, that's big time money right there. I have a job for you."

The thug smiled, he was looking rather pleased with himself right now. He tried not to show it but it was obvious that the grin on his face was not going to leave it anytime soon. He cracked his knuckles and there was one statement that fired from his mouth.

"What do you got for me?" he asked the Tinkerer.

"I'm glad you asked," the criminal commented as he cracked his knuckles and leaned to look the young man in the eye. "You're in the big leagues now, kid."

"What do you...what do you mean?" the man inquired.

"I've got a man who's willing to give you a job that will put you on the map," the Tinkerer commented as he moved the view screen over. He smiled at the passion that the young man showed across his face, he was so naive and so able to be exploited for his own games. There was a few seconds where he waited to click on the television screen.

The image of Graydon Creed appeared before him.

"Mason, I hope that my funding will be adequate, we need willing humans to teach those who defy us the meaning of respect whether they be mutant or human," Creed stated to them and there was a few seconds where he paused and cracked his knuckles. "Don't...don't disappoint me."

"I won't disappoint you, Creed," Mason commented, he knew where his bread was buttered, well as long as his checks cashed. He waited for the offers to roll in; he'd worked from some of the top criminals in the world, supplying technology to them that was state of the art at what he considered to be affordable prices.

Also underneath an assumed name, he supplied technology to rookie and ignorant heroes to fight the technology used by these villains at expensive prices. Therefore the villains came to him for greater technology and Mason supplied it, making even more money.

He didn't really care about good or evil, there was only money and how much was put in his bank account. He was ruled by the dollar more than anyone else. There was a few seconds where he kept his eyes on the young man before him.

"I trust you won't make me disappoint Creed," Mason remarked as he faced the young man.

"I won't let you down, don't worry, you should worry about letting me down with this substandard equipment," the man stated arrogantly and Mason got to his feet. The criminal, his balding head with only a tuft of white hair and thick glasses, dressed in a lab coat over some dress clothes, narrowed his eyes at him. There was a few seconds where the two of them stared each other down.

"You have balls kid, hopefully I won't have to cut them from your body," Mason commented to him as the two of them went eye to eye.

"Trust me, I'll do my job, I'm a god with this equipment, that's what you said," the man said to him.

"Yes, but remember that I have a fail-safe, step one foot out of line and I'll cut you off just like that," the Tinkerer commented snapping his fingers as he kept his dangerous eyes on the punk before him. "Anything that you can do with that equipment, I can do something better. Including blow your damn head off if you piss me off enough."

The young man clutched his fists together and bit down on his lip. A look of rage passing flashing across his face as he imaged stomping this old man into the curb. He could splatter his brains but he had to play nice for this equipment.

"Jason, remember, you'd be rotting in Juvenile Hall if it wasn't for me equipping you with that modified Goblin technology," The Tinkerer reminded him and there was a second where the man stared down at him, pondering what to do next.

"No, Jason Macendale was a bum, I'm not a bum, I'm horror personified," Jason remarked in an over the top tone as he watched the Tinkerer. "You can call me, Jack O'Lantern!"

The Tinkerer rolled his eyes. "Call yourself whatever foolish, inane name you like but you better not screw this up."

Now Jack O'Lantern was angry and he planned on destroying the Torch. Then he would take out the Friends of Humanity and the Tinkerer to show who the master and the ruler of the world was. He was fired up and ready to go.

Lois Lane was interested in meeting the man who was basically her boss outside of the office setting. Sure, she was able to see him and speak with him about a half of a dozen times but Chloe knew Harry better than she did. The dark haired reporter leaned back in her chair. She was dressed in a black blouse that showed enough cleavage to give a hint of what she had without being slutty. A tight skirt wrapped around her ass and nearly fit her like a second skin. As well as pair of black stockings that wrapped around her impeccable legs. She finished it off with a pair of high heel shoes that dangled from her feet. She was able to turn herself in the chair so Harry could see all of her.

Whether he was the breast man, a leg man, or an ass man, Lois was covering all of her bases. She wanted give him a preview without giving away the entire show, until she figured out where she stood with him. She wanted to unravel the enigma that was Harry Potter first.

"Sorry, I'm late," Harry commented as sat down next to Lois.

Lois wondered if Harry had shot up in height overnight. At least he looked taller than he was at the office, perhaps it was the lightning.

"By about twelve seconds, so it's off to the guillotine with you," Lois remarked to him and Harry smiled back at her. "Yeah...I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't show up tonight at all. Don't you have a Halloween party that you have to get to?"

"It starts at six tonight, it's about four thirty, so you have ninety minutes on my undivided time," Harry told her but then he amended. "Slightly less."

"Well yes...but that should be more than enough," Lois said to him as she straightened up. "But...I know that you're taking a lot of time out of your busy day to speak to a lowly peon like me, a low ranking reporter...and...I'm just someone trying to make my way around there, just trying to figure these things out."

"Lois, you're rambling," Harry warned her.

Lois flushed and she mouthed a quick. "Sorry."

"It's alright, it happens to the best of us," Harry chuckled.

Lois blinked, she could have sworn that someone else told her this recently but she shook her head.

'Coincidence or is it?' Lois thought to herself but she shook her head. The reporting business was making her paranoid.

"Right, so I've been told," Lois remarked as she looked at Harry's face, taking a look at his dark hair, green eyes, and the hints of a chiseled physique that was underneath his business suit. She would have tagged him for about mid-twenties if she did not know any better. Still he seemed more mature than people who were that age, despite the fact he was younger.

Then again, so did many guys in college and they turned out to be more immature than the one's in high school. Still given that Harry managed to put together his own company by the time most children were goofing off in their senior year of high school, that amazed Lois and she respected him whole heatedly.

"So, you had a proposal for me," Harry remarked to her.

"Right...the Daily Bugle...it has some moderate news coverage on television but it's bread and butter is the newspaper, but print media's going the way of the dinosaur," Lois said to him. "Not that it doesn't have it's appeal, I mean, sure you could go online and read about the latest news but there is this personal feeling about having a newspaper in your hand. Sure it drives those environmental types up a wall but...we can't really control that people don't reuse, renew, and recycle."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, video that stuck in my head a long time ago, in school, but the point stands...what if we could have the best of both worlds?" Lois asked.

"Already on it," Harry said to her and Lois raised an eyebrow as Harry decided to let her in on the secret. "Chloe's working on turning the Torch into a blog. I'm going to let her get her feet wet for a few months before bringing her on."

"I can't think of anyone better to run it," Lois said in a happy voice and she added. "And I would say that even if Chloe wasn't my cousin."

"Naturally," Harry agreed with her and he decided to bring this meeting back around to another point that he had been waiting to discuss with the budding reporter. "You invited me here to talk to me about a story that you were working on. You can't blame me for being a slight bit curious about what you were cooking up, you know?"

"Right, right," Lois offered, she knew that Harry would bring up this point, at least soon. The reporter brushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled as she took a few seconds. "It actually has to do with our budding Adolf Hitler-wannabe, Graydon Creed."

"Creed's...yes...that's interesting," Harry stated as he motioned for Lois to continue.

Lois jumped on the opportunity with a passion that Harry had to admire. "Well...Creed's really hitting this anti-mutant thing really heavily. I mean sure there are jerks out there and racist bastards, but he's trying to convince people of his humanity hard enough that it's almost like he's hiding something."

Harry did wonder about that.

"No one hits something like that hard, not without a reason," Lois offered to Harry and she spit it out. "I think Creed...well I was wondering if something like this was possible? Purely a scientific theory, his parents being mutants when he isn't."

Granted it was a theory brought on by a mystery informant but Lois could not figure out the validity of it.

"I'm not sure if I would be the authority for mutants," Harry remarked but Lois gave him a "stop BSing" type of look and continued without any preamble whatsoever.

"Creed...might be the son of a mutant, maybe two of them, and he doesn't have any gifts himself," Lois commented as she watched Harry and the wizard raised an eyebrow. "I don't know...I mean, I'm no Charles Xavier, so I don't know about if something like that's possible."

"Xavier?" Harry asked, he figured Lois knew more about certain things than she was letting on, being a reporter, she was going to dig deep.

"There's a lot of office gossip about the school that Xavier's running, being a training ground for mutants," Lois whispered to him. Actually it wasn't gossip, she witnessed it with her own eyes but it was best not to say anything, in the off chance that she might get mind wiped.

"That's a very serious accusation to make, Lois," Harry said to her in a stern voice.

"And you're running a school for the gifted yourself," Lois commented to him and Harry remained stoic. "Yeah, I needed to send an e-mail and ended up having to use Chloe's computer, she had an e-mail to Gwen open talking about it...she should really learn how to shut things like that off when she isn't using them."

'I'm going to have to have a talk with Chloe later,' Harry thought.

"She's pretty encrypted on her end, so don't worry, I don't even think Nick Fury would be able to get the e-mail, I just popped in quickly, and took care of business," Lois offered to Harry and his eyebrow raised at her. "I'm going to get a lecture, aren't I?"

"Well, you're a reporter, so I suppose that snooping is part of your job description," Harry said with a breath.

"Right, I know...but don't worry, I just know you're running that school and I think it's great, stick it to assholes like Creed and Osborn and Trask and all of those people who want to make life a bit harder to mutants," Lois commented with an appraising smile. "At least you don't have the track record that Xavier has."

"I'm not sure what you're speaking about," Harry remarked to Lois and there was a second where she smiled.

"I'm talking about Xavier's world class security system," Lois commented and Harry nodded in response.

"I guess that's known the world over," Harry told her and Lois's smile crossed over her face.

"You better believe it," Lois offered. "If I could dig up the proof on Creed...I'm going to go for this one."

"Just be sure that you're able to duck the gunshot that's going to go off," Harry informed Lois and the dark haired woman nodded.

"I know how to dodge bullets with the best of them," Lois commented with a smug tone in her voice but Harry gave her a reprimanding expression. "I know...don't get too cocky."

He was glad that Lois knew but they made some small talk before he had to go.

Emma sat next to Harry on the Astral Plane, her legs crossed.

"So it's settled then, some of my girls will be coming over for your party tonight," Emma stated to Harry and there was a second where she looked at Harry with a smile as she leaned forward towards him. "Some of them are looking forward to meeting you."

'And by some, naturally I mean all of them,' Emma thought to herself as the smile crossing her face widened slightly as she thought about the situation.

Harry smiled at the woman as he commented. "It's a shame that you can't make it, Emma."

Emma shook her head and she smiled as she crossed her arms keeping her eyes locked onto Harry. "I would have enjoyed being here but unfortunately duty calls elsewhere. We'll have to meet together at another time."

Emma added to herself mentally, 'And it will be soon, sooner than you think, Har-Rell.'

Harry caught this thought going through the mind of Emma Frost but said nothing now. The blonde had some thoughts that were on her mind and Harry was intrigued about getting to know her even better, in all senses of the word. There would be plenty of time later.

"I'm glad that our schools could work together," Emma concluded with a smile. "This will open up brand new doors of opportunity for everyone involved."

"I'm sure," Harry commented to Emma as he leaned back for a brief spell and eyed the woman across from him.

"Time grows short for us, unfortunately," Emma offered to him and she placed her hands on her hips as she sighed. "I will see you later, Harry."

"See you as well later, Emma," Harry remarked as he reached around her and wrapped his arms around her.

Their lips met in a kiss and Emma's eyes widened as Harry slipped his tongue into her mouth. The two of them kissed each other with fiery passion and Harry groped her from behind, squeezing her sexy ass in his hands. Emma rubbed herself up and down Harry but before any fun could begin, he was pulled away from the Astral Plane.

Emma blinked as she continued to watch Harry as she clapped her hands together and threw her head back with a sigh, as she wished for even more. Yet, there weren't going to be time for any more, at least not now. Her time would come sooner rather than later and if there's something that she had been taught, that would be the ability to exercise her patience. Besides her rather intense dreams involving him would be enough to satisfy her for now.

"Well played, Mr. Potter."

She was not about to let that one go without a pass, the blonde would have her moment with Harry. There was plenty of time that passed and her shining blue eyes flickered.

"Trolling, the number one hobby of the Star Child," Jean commented as Harry appeared from the Astral Plane. She had been hanging out there as well, although she was there as an observer. "Not that I blame you, it's all in good fun."

"Yes, it is," Harry stated as he walked from the office area.

"Everything is going well for the party, although it was Gwen and Mary Jane who did most of the legwork, along with Chloe," Jean offered as she smiled. "And it will be a good night to kick back."

"You look pretty frazzled," Harry said to Jean and Jean smiled.

"Well you'd be pretty frazzled as well if you have the course schedule that I have," Jean admitted to him and there was a second where Harry nodded towards her. "Actually wait...you...probably wouldn't. But once I get through this latest set of exams, I think that everything should be fine."

"That's good," Harry told her with a smile as he kept walking with Jean until they reached the next room.

Jean slipped off to the side and Harry saw three females standing there, waiting for him.

Kitty was dressed in a black-shirt that was a size too small for her, with black panties that barely covered what needed to be covered. She sat with her legs crossed and a smile on her face as she kept surveying Harry.

Betsy was next, she wore a small purple top that wrapped around her breasts and showed her toned stomach. Her purple hair was tied back up.

Rogue was wearing a plaid half shirt and a pair of short jean hot pants as she crossed her legs. She started to lick the lollipop that she held in her hands.

"Hello, Harry," Kitty said to him with a bright smile crossing her face as she trailed her tongue over her lips.

"Hello Angels," Harry told all three of them who nodded with smiles across their faces. "The three of you look amazing."

"Actually, I believe that the four of us look amazing."

Jean popped up as she was wearing a green camisole top along with green panties and green stockings but nothing else underneath. Her breasts strained against the top and there was a few seconds where she crossed her green stocking clad legs whilst wiggling her feet.

"The four of you look amazing," Harry amended with a smile as he surveyed all of them. His pants tightened as he was ready for some good old fashioned fun with these girls.

It was time for some fun and games.

Less than ten minutes passed outside in the real world, although thanks to Harry's ability to manipulate time, they were going at for about ten hours. Thankfully he had some stamina enhancing potions on him, although the girls were mostly refreshed. They just needed that little extra pick up to get things going.

"Harry, your guests are here," Lily informed him from the office.

"Thanks, Mum," Harry told her as he turned around and the four girls walked around, they were a bit pained but it was hard to get on their feet. It was a steady movement.

Never the less, Harry made his way to the entrance hall and saw that Mary Jane stood there. She was dressed in a black jacket, a green t-shirt, and blue jeans. Gwen, Chloe, and Liz were standing there as well.

'No powers, unless it's an emergency,' Harry remarked to his girls mentally.

"Hi, Harry, thanks for inviting us," Mary Jane stated and Harry had ensured to arrange for any guests to be taken to the public area of the school.

"Nice spread you've got here, Harry," Liz commented as she looked around. She wondered if there was more to this place than met the eye but right now, she was not seeing anything.

Chloe smiled. Especially given that Mary Jane moved away from Peter after a few dates and Peter was dating someone else in his biology class, she figured that this was inevitable.

'Another two falling into the cult of Harry Potter,' Chloe thought to herself in amusement as she placed her hands on her hips and smiled. Her lips curled as she could barely keep what passed for a straight face. It was an amazing location to say the very least.

"And the girls from the Massachusetts academy is here, and hey Lorna, how are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Fine, Harry," Lorna commented with a smile.

Wanda walked over and smiled to greet her sister.

"Mom is under the assumption that there is adult supervision," Lorna commented.

"Well she wouldn't be wrong," Ororo inputted as she showed up.

"Alright, now this is going to be a party!" Tabby remarked as she followed behind Ororo, with Jubilee and Rahne bringing up the rear, all of them smiling towards Harry.

'We remembered all of the unbreakable spells on the breakables, right?' Harry thought to the Council.

'We're good to go,' Peve confirmed in amusement.

Harry turned around and saw the females from the Massachusetts Academy coming in for the party. The group entered the room, a redhead girl dressed in a yellow jacket, a yellow shirt, and tight pants entered.

"Angelica Jones...I believe that we've met before," the eighteen year old girl stated with a smile on her face but a blonde stepped in front of her. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt that showed off her cleavage and low riding jeans that showed a hint of a thong although this was her casual attire. She had beautiful blonde hair that hung around her face and piercing blue eyes. She had a nice set of D-Cup breasts that were extremely firm, and a tight stomach with a delicious amount of muscle tone. Her perfectly defined ass could be seen and the top of her elegant feet as well in sandals.

"I'm Regan Wyngarde, leader of the Hellions, the premier team of female mutants," the blonde stated boldly with a smile on her face.

A third girl showed up. She had darker skin, with exotic features and deep blue eyes. She was dressed in a black t-shirt that tightened around her D-Cup breasts, she leaned forward a bit to face Harry. Her skirt was modest yet it wrapped tightly around her legs to show off what she had, showing a tight ass and legs that could go on for miles. She was tall and strong, looking like a perfect super model.

"Monet St. Croix," she stated with a smile that crossed her face. "It's an honor to meet you."

Five identical triplets entered, they looked like fifteen year old versions of Emma Frost. They all eyed up Harry like he was a piece of meat. They were blonde, with alluring blue eyes. They had angelic faces that appeared to have a hint of some kind of malevolence. The tight tops of their white blouses wrapped around their bust, D-Cup, giving a hint of cleavage. Their stomachs were toned and tight, with the skirts wrapping around their legs. They had creamy looking legs.

There was a humming that echoed.

'Please tell me that's not the alarm that I think it is,' Harry thought to himself.

"Harry...is that..." Chloe said but Harry turned to Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane, do you think that you could help Gwen make sure everything is in order, here's an inventory list," Harry stated to her and Mary Jane nodded.

"Sure Harry," Mary Jane said.

"Thanks a million, MJ, I owe you one," Harry remarked although he missed the look on Mary Jane's face.

"He is more delicious in person," Regan breathed once she thought that Harry is out of earshot. "Tonight will be a good night."

"Yeah, like he's going to go for a slut like you, he'd go for something more akin to me," Monet said.

"Both of you two are stuck on yourself, I swear," Angelica remarked.

"You're just jealous that you're going to lose the bet," Regan offered to Angelica and the redhead smiled.

She didn't play to lose and the night had just begun, with the five blonde triplets standing in the background.

'We shall see who wins this quest,' one of the quintuplets thought to her sisters.

"And we've got a problem," Harry informed Chloe as she turned around. "Someone is trying to break in the Torch Office."

"Well this seems serious...although I am kind of moving out of it next week," Chloe said with a smile on her face but she sighed never the less at the thought of it. "It's more of the principle of the matter."

"I wondered when they were going to strike," Kitty commented as she placed her hands onto each other. "This seems to be a bit thuggish to try and get their point across, isn't it?"

"It's the Friends of Humanity, subtlety is not something that's a hallmark," Harry said in disgust.

"Is there something wrong?"

Kara stepped into the room, she had been at the party but had slipped out when she missed Harry there. She was wearing a tight blue suit along with a pair of bunny ears. She had a slight smile on her face.

Rogue shook her head in amusement.

"There's plenty wrong," Jean commented to the entire group as she placed her hands on her hips and looked over the monitoring. "Maybe it's just a couple of punk kids trying to prove a point."

"There's been a crime spree on the way to Midtown High," Harry stated as he punched up the notes. "There's some nutcase in a pumpkin mask that has been blowing things up."

"So maybe this has nothing to do with the Torch at all," Chloe offered to Harry but Harry shook his head in negative.

"All of these businesses, they have taken a mutant friendly or neutral stance, but they have banned Friends of Humanity propaganda," Harry told them. "The old Torch Headquarters is the latest stop on this guy's path of rage."

"That's charming," Chloe commented as she watched Harry. "Well...we can't let him get away with this."

Harry nodded, there was no way he was going to let this pumpkin headed thug get away with this. He looked over his shoulder and saw Betsy, Kara, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue, all of them primed and ready to go. Four of the five were recharged after tonight's sexually fueled romp and the last one always had a lot of energy.

"So, are we going to do this?" Betsy asked as she looked at them. She was dressed in a red dress but she could adapt. That was one of the things that her training taught her, how to adapt in a situation that was potentially problematic.

Jean's smile was wide as her expression spoke for the rest of the group for the rest of the group, yes they were going to do it.

Harry decided that he would be a rude host if he didn't inform the rest his guests about the situation and hoped that it would be minor enough for him to return in time to at least experience some of the party. These thoughts that swam through his head as he made his way back to the party.

"Harry, nice to see you again," Regan commented as she looked at him, mentally undressing him with her eyes and Harry could see that she was imagining doing much more.

Under many normal circumstances, Harry would take advantage of this opportunity as it presented itself but he had some other things that was on his mind. Even though she was hot, young, blonde, and willing, which was a good combination; he had to focus on this crazed pumpkin headed terrorist who was out there blowing shit up.

"Why don't you join me in a drink?" Regan asked in a sultry manner. "I don't think anyone's spiked the punch."

'Well she's right, we do have charms to detect against that sort of thing,' Lily quipped through the link that she and Harry shared as part of the stronghold.

"I'd like to but...I'm just here to inform people that there's some important business that's come up and I need to step out for a moment," Harry remarked to them and Mary Jane, along with a few others looked at him.

"I hope it isn't anything too serious," Lorna said fretfully to Harry as she kept her wide eyes on him and Harry's smile crossed his face.

"It's nothing that I can't handle," Harry remarked to the green haired girl and she nodded in response. "Don't worry, I'll be back, enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, I'm sure Gwen and Mary Jane or Ororo could take care of it."

"Yeah, we'll take care of it," Gwen said as she could sense that this situation was more than a small problem that Harry was talking about.

"Sure, no problem, none at all," Mary Jane offered, she was curious but at the same time, she knew better than to ask at this present time.

"Thanks, we'll be heading out but we'll be back later," Harry informed them and the group made their way out.

'So, are we all ready to go?' Harry asked to the group through the mental link and there were several statements of affirmation there was no question about it, they were ready to go for it, so they were going to head out and do this thing.

Jason's mouth flickered shut as he clutched his hands together and his eyes flared with a greater malice than ever before as he surveyed the entire situation around him. He never was good with the school setting; he was never a lover of books. He was a solid D-Student and that was on a good day. The teachers didn't understand a free spirit like him, plus they didn't appreciate his nature, throwing him in detention rather than appreciating what he did.

He gave a sneer as he thought about everything, the disrespect that he felt when they threw him around and knocked him into Detention. Parker was smarter than him and Thompson shoved him into lockers but he would gain his revenge on every single person that wronged him.

Now that he had the power, he was going to use it to get revenge on everyone who ever wronged him and a disturbed expression glinted from behind his eyes. He was submerged in the shadows as he had one of the modified explosive devices set up. All it took was one push of the trigger and there would be a kaboom, an earth shattering kaboom and everything would be an explosive end.

The young man pushed himself and he placed the device on the side of one of the lockers. There were a few idiots who left money in their lockers which meant it was his gain.

'Boom,' Jason stated but a burst of heat vision cut off his cables to his explosive device and a blonde blur shot out, pulling the remote control device out of his hand.

He turned around, dressed in an outfit with a purple cape, an orange top, and green pants, as he had a pumpkin mask over his head. His gloves contained a paralyzing venom that would take out any enemy. He thought that he looked like an amazing individual as he turned to survey these fools.

"So, did you get lost on your way to a costume party?" Jean asked as she stepped towards her enemy.

"Yeah, I think he did, a really lame one," Kitty commented as she snorted in amusement as she surveyed her enemy and his outlandish attire. "Really, he's got to get the award for lameness."

Jason's berzerk button got tapped a few times, how dare this girl tell him that he looked lame? He was not a joke, he was a serious threat, and she would suffer just like they would all suffer. His eyes flared with annoyance as he turned his head around and tapped his fingers on a second hidden remote control in his hand.

Harry waited to see what he was going to do but then it clicked to him. He could not believe that some punk kid was given a small arsenal to cause havoc, especially for the reasoning that he was. His eyes narrowed furiously as he turned to him. Kara, Betsy, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue all stood next to each other, ready to make their move.

Harry took a few seconds to scan for any potential hostages but thankfully there were none. That was the most important thing a person had to do when they were taking down a villain, make sure that he did not find any hostages or let any civilians get caught in the fight. There was a few seconds where he kept his hands on the edge of the wall.

"One chance," Harry told him. "Surrender quietly and no one gets hurt."

Jason laughed at him.

"Don't do this, you're just a kid, you don't have to throw your life..."

Jason hurled a super intense pumpkin bomb at Jean but Jean blocked it with her telekinetic shield. The pumpkin rotated in the air and there was a miniature explosion that went off as she held the pumpkin in the air. There was a cracking explosion that resounded all over the area.

"Don't be an idiot," Kitty stated through gritted teeth but she was losing what passed for patience and she wanted to wrap her hands around the neck of this tosser. The brunette was keeping her gaze on him, with burning intensity.

Jason's agitation heightened as his eyes glowed super bright and he gave a bellowing shout that resounded everywhere.

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT!"

Jason launched the bombs out of his hand and tried to take out Kitty, Harry, Jean, Betsy, Kara, and Rogue.

"And this guy is just cruising for one," Rogue remarked as she blocked the explosions that went through them.

Rogue flew towards him and punched the young man through the door. She saw the armor, so it was not going to hurt him, well any more than she wanted to. It caused him to fly head over heels and land with a cracking crunch on the other end of the door.

"Well that was easy," Rogue concluded with a smile.

"Sometime tells me that isn't that easy," Harry commented to them and Kara sighed.

"Why do you always have to be that pessimistic?" Kara asked in frustration and there was a loud growl that resounded on the other end of the door. The blonde felt her blood to run cold as she heard another loud growl.

"What now?" Jean asked as she heard the thoughts that echoed through the back of the door.

Kara had it flicker through her mind and she placed her hand on the side of her face, running her fingers through her hair. The blonde's eyes widened as she smelled something.

"We knocked him into some chemicals, didn't we?" Kara asked.

"Yep," Harry told them as he wondered how much this was going to hurt. He heard a stirring on the other side of the door and the heavy breathing of the person on the other side. His green eyes flickered as he looked through towards his enemy.

The man got up to his feet and Jean used a shield to block the fireballs that he now shot out of his hands.

What is it with chemicals granting people super powers and nine times out of ten, they're utter douchebags?" Kitty asked in disgust as she went through the wall to dodge and came back through the other side wielding a fire extinguisher.

She tried to take him out with the foam from it and when that didn't work, she swung it into his face.

"You will yield before the might of the Jack O' Lantern!" Jack O'Lantern remarked but Harry punched him in the face. "Hey..."

"Powers or not, that's a stupid fucking code name and your an overcompensating douche," Harry told the young man and he rolled over and closed his eyes.

The lockers exploded around them and they flipped back and forth as Harry peaked over his shoulders. Books flew around, along with pencils, notes, and other materials.

"This guy's really asking for it, isn't he?" Betsy asked as she manifested a pair of energy knives.

She rushed her enemy and tried to take him out with a stabbing motion. This was mostly an offensive maneuver but it was also a way to deflect Jack O'Lantern into the other direction. The enemy had glowing eyes as he lifted his hands.

Rogue felt a bit of guilt at being the one to create this enemy because she knocked him through the doors and accidentally into the chemicals. She closed her eyes and reared her arm back.

"Come on, you want a piece of this," Rogue commented as she held her fist up.

"Gladly," Jack O' Lantern commented as he scrambled towards his adversary.

Harry was glad that his girls were keeping him distracted because that allowed him to slip into the lab and take stock of the chemicals that spilled upon him.

'And per my luck, there was a one in a million fluke that caused him to mutate into...well into this,' Harry thought as he considered it in his mind. 'And naturally...he'll...yeah of course...of fucking course he would some how have to bond with his equipment.'

Harry was coming up with a way to negate things.

'Harry, not to rush you but it's almost like this guy's getting more powerful,' Jean thought to him.

'That's because he's feeding off your adrenaline to fuel his powers,' Harry commented to them as the horrible truth clicked into the back of his head. 'So, just calm down and stop attacking him.'

'Are you crazy, he's going to fry us?' Kitty thought.

'Yes I'm crazy, and yes, you've got to trust me, I've got a plan,' Harry thought to himself but he closed his mind to panicked thoughts.

Calm thoughts, that's what was needed as Harry formulated a way to put him down. The good news was that this little power up was temporary.

He smelled the brimstone, yeah the power up would only last maybe a day or two, unless he found a way to shut him off from other bio-energy.

'Kara, make an exit and get everyone out of there,' Harry thought to them through the link.

'Got it,' Kara thought to him, wondering what mad plan Harry had up his sleeve but she was confident that it had to work.

Now it was Harry turn to go one on one with this idiot and he would be lying if he did not feel some kind of apprehension. But it was something that went with the territory. His eyes flowed as he turned towards him.

"You," Jack O' Lantern stated as he raised his hands up and his fireballs swirled around him. "What's the matter, too scared?"

"Yes, shaking like a leaf," Harry remarked dryly. He stood tall and stared down his enemy, malice flickering through his eyes. "You know, nothing you can do can hurt me."

"Oh you think you're hard, don't you?" Jack O' Lantern remarked as he launched the flames towards him but Harry stood there and allowed the flames to be absorbed into his body.

"Good enough to take down someone like you," Harry commented as he felt the flames lick over him. They were like a tickle, nothing less, nothing more. He stood in the light, the blasts of energy bouncing off of him. The green eyes of Harry Potter flickered with amazing intensity.

Jack O'Lantern was angry that he wasn't taking him seriously at all and he was blasting him with every single thing he had. The fireballs manifested from his hands and Harry stood in front of him, whistling merrily, keeping his thoughts calm. He was thinking calm and beautiful images in his mind, the type of images that would mean that he did not get vexed by this man. No he was cool, calm and collected.

"And you're running out of energy, aren't you?" Harry asked to the man.

Jack's eyes flared with anger as he continued to blast Harry but he stood there, like an unmoving pole. His body remained still as a statue.

"Keep at it, you're running out of energy," Harry offered to him as an explosion that resounded around him.

The stored energy within Jack O'Lantern was tapering off, Harry measured it through the most passive way possible. He narrowed his eyes as he waited for the energy to roll down, one tick at a time.

"It's over," Harry told him.

"No, it's not over!" Jack O' Lantern yelled but he was now back to square one, some kid with a few toys and he kept his eyes on Harry in thinly veiled frustrated. There were a few seconds where Harry waited and watched, his eyes flowed with power.

When Harry was certain that all of the energy had been burned out, he decked the kid extremely hard in the face channeling his annoyance into the punch knocking him unconscious.

Using his super breath he froze the kid into a solid block of ice as he dropped down to the ground with a crash. Jack O' Lantern was taken out like he was nothing. And to Harry he was nothing more then a gnat.

Harry made sure his powers left him and he had no surprises before he called the proper authorities. Hopefully they would be able to sort this kid out.

"Another day, another fucking idiot thinking their a hard-ass," Harry muttered to himself he felt his body ache a little bit but the aches and pains came with the territory. His green eyes flowed with frustration as he arrived back to the Halloween party.

"And judging by the look on your face, you've been through a tough night."

Harry turned around and saw Gwen standing there with a smile crossing her face. Her hands locked onto her hips as she stared Harry down.

"Yeah, Gwen, well not so much a tough night just really annoying, that about qualifies what I've been through," Harry informed the blonde and she nodded as she watched him. The blonde fixed her gaze on him and she stepped towards Harry and closed the gap to kiss him on the lips lovingly.

"The crowd from Frost's school is amusing, trying to figure out who is going to get in your pants first," Gwen commented to him.

"Amusing isn't the half of it, it's hilarious to see them try and trip over you, I think that they have some kind of bet going on," Kara added in amusement as she stepped on the other side of Harry.

"The things that people would obsess over," Chloe remarked shaking her head sadly and Gwen raised an eyebrow.

"Not that you have room to talk, trying to get into Harry's pants like that," Gwen added with a grin.

Chloe crossed her arms and looked fairly cross but she watched the scene around them. The party was winding down, although this was technically a weekend for all involved so it could have the potential to go pretty late and get extremely loud as well.

"Mr. Potter, it's good to see you have returned in good health," one of the young blonde quintuplets stated as she fixed her eyes on Harry.

"Could we please interest you in a dance?" another one of the blondes commented. All of them were dressed in schoolgirl uniforms, with tight white blouses that wrapped around their ample breasts and extremely short black mini-skirts, along with sheer white stockings.

The females had blonde hair in pigtails, a white t-shirt that showed off their impressive cleavage, and a toned midsection. Their healthy legs were on full display.

"Perhaps, he isn't in the mood to dance, perhaps today's activities have worn him out," another one of the girls commented as she watched him.

"Perhaps, he should lay down, and we could help him relax," another one of the girl added with an alluring glint in her eyes.

The five girls smiled, ever since they got the telepathic blast of his activities for the first time, they were looking forward to this.

Kitty watched the situation, in amusement as she crossed her arms and she only had one thought to relay to Harry.

'Hot blonde schoolgirl quintuplets, oh Harry, if you don't take full advantage of this, I will be so disappointed in you,' Kitty commented to him in a reprimanding voice.

"Why don't we take you into the next room?" one of the girls remarked as she stood on her tiptoes and then linked her arm into Harry's. Another linked her arm into Harry's other arm.

"It's a shame you do not have more arms," the female stated to Harry but her shoulders shrugged.

Harry kept smiling as he followed them into the next room and the five girls stood beside him.

"Here, sit down, relax," one of the girls remarked in a soft voice, her mouth up against his ear and Harry did as he was asked, it was time to relax.

"We must make sure this shirt is off so he can allow for maximum relaxation," one of the females commented as she pulled the shirt off.

All five girls crowded around him.

"And for the state of the record, I'm Sophie," one of the blondes informed him with a dazzling smile as she pushed her hands up and down Harry's torso.

"I'm Phoebe," another blonde added as she started rubbing Harry's shoulders and the others were taking off his shoes to start rubbing his feet.

"I'm Mindee," yet another blonde commented as she rubbed one of his feet.

"I'm Celeste," another female told him as she rubbed his other foot.

Harry saw their cleavage up close and their bodies pressed against him.

"I do not have anything to rub, so I will have to take care of this unsightly bulge that is in your pants," the final blonde said to him with a bright smile. "I'm Esme."

She reached into his pants and squeezed him, with Harry's smile crossing his face as he set back and enjoyed them as the girls removed his pants to leave him exposed.

Emma Frost sat in her office at the Massachusetts Academy, her students would be enjoying the sights in New York for the next few days. She thought about how tonight was supposed to be a night where they would be able to let loose and more importantly get to know the Star Child better. Knowing the Star Child better, that was the key to everything and that was the key for the next stage in Emma Frost's plan.

She remained crisp and cool at the thoughts of everything that was occurring around her and she was expecting a phone call. The lateness of the evening did not bother her as there would be less of an opportunity for her to be disturbed if this person phoned her at night. The blonde telepath reached into the cabinet and sipped from her glass.

Yes, she had felt the telepathic pulse coming from the area of New York, her five dopplegangers had gotten to test ride the Star Child. Emma was amused at both the situation and annoyed that she hadn't gotten to him first. Although there would be plenty of time to rectify that matter for it was time for duty to call and she had to pick up the phone.

On cue the phone rang and Emma quickly snatched it up into her hand.

"Yes," Emma remarked to her contact on the other end of the phone.

"It's as you suspected, they are trying to stage a coup," a garbled voice said on the other end of the phone.

"Shaw decides to show a spine at the worst possible instant," Emma commented as she pinched her nose and sighed.

"Yes...but my father has gotten his nose into the party as well, he believes that he can get his hands on the Starchild and guide him for his own gains," the woman on the other end of the phone informed Emma and the White Queen of the Hellfire Club pondered this statement for a brief second.

"Lionel Luthor could not more arrogant if he tried," Emma stated. True, she thought highly of herself but the male Luthors and Norman Osborn, were on a whole new level of arrogance that made Emma wonder if they deserved to be slapped around until they were taught a lesson . And it would be a painful lesson at that. "He thinks...and how does he hope to accomplish this?"

"You know Shaw's insane plan regarding the Phoenix as much as I do," the woman on the other end of the line commented.

"It's been the quest of the Hellfire Club for years and that means that he thinks he's tracked down the current conduit to the force," Emma said to her contact and she took a drink, she needed it dealing with the fools in the Inner Circle. She had forged connections but she was about to cut these connections. Her mission, along with the Black Queen's, had been to attract some wealthy and attractive women to the Club all for the benefit of their God.

"If I'm reading the scripture right, the Star Child is the only one that can help the conduit of the Phoenix stabilize the Phoenix Force," the woman said.

"So that's Lionel's plan, control the Star Child, control the Phoenix Force, take over the Hellfire Club," Emma mused.

"When Lionel Luthor does something, he doesn't do anything halfway," the woman over the phone admitted, it was hard not to grudgingly respect a man who exhibited such tenacious qualities. "But the question is, what are we going to do about it?"

Emma Frost was able to scheme with the best of them, she was also not going to take anything like this lying down. She was going to fight with every fiber in her being and she was not going to be beaten in a virtual game of chess, especially if that person trying to take her out was a Luthor. That was just not the way things worked with Emma Frost.

"I have a plan," Emma stated after a moment's thought.

"Norman and Lionel are due to go to war any day now over OsCorp, which may soon be absorbed into the LuthorCorp branch of the Corporation," the woman said. "And then there's Lex...he's a wild card."

"Yes, I know Lex," Emma remarked dryly. She had met the young man in passing and that was enough of him for her. That brief two minute meeting was nothing of note. "Don't worry, the time for the Hellfire Club to come under new management is reaching near."

Selene had told Emma about Har-Rell a long time ago but the White Queen only regarded it with amusement, until she learned more about him. Once she learned more about the Star Child, she started to realize his potential and the change that he could bring to the world. He was a shining beacon of hope in a world begging for someone to lead them.

He would be a savior that would change the world, no question about it.

Emma's smile was wide as she paused.

"The plan will come together nicely," Emma commented to her contact over the phone. "The time for him to takeover will happen soon."

"The only caveat is to let Har-Rell in on the plan," Emma's contact said.

"Yes, there is that," Emma agreed.

The fools of Hellfire Club would burn all around them and the White Queen would be standing beside a new Black King of the Hellfire Club.