Authors Notes:- I don't own any of these characters except T.J Foster, she is a figment of my own imagination. This is the start of a rewrite of my first attempt at writing.

Coming Home by


Chapter One – The Nightmare.

T.J Foster awoke with the sound of screaming ringing in her ears. She

soon realized that the screams were being ripped from her throat. She

was bathed in a cold sweat that chilled her to her very core. Outside she could hear footsteps getting closer, then her door flew open as if it was hit by a freight train. Logan came rushing into the room.

"T.J what's wrong; are you alright?", he asked crossing the room and sitting on the edge of her bed, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards him.

What had woken her up? She was shaking and her head was still a little fuzzy from waking up so abruptly. I have to remember. I need to remember my nightmare.

"Logan it was just a dream, but I think I need to talk to Charles.", she answered slowly.

She got up and grabbed her dressing gown and went in search of her friend and mentor. Logan followed close behind her. They were just about to knock on Charles' door when it opened.

"Come in you two.", he said calmly.

T.J and Logan entered and found that Charles was not alone. There was another man sat on the other side of the desk. He had extremely long silver hair and he wore a blue robe and hat.

"I'm sorry Charles I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll come back later."

"That won't be necessary T.J. I believe our guest is here to see you.", he said motioning them to take a seat.

As T.J moved to sit down she saw the guest properly for the first time. She knew this man very well, she had spent five years learning from him and others.

"Hello, Albus. What are you doing here?", she asked giving him a hug before sitting down.

"I've come to ask for your help if you are willing.", he replied looking at her over the top of his half-moon spectacles.

"Is the problem what we all feared?", she asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes it's as we feared, but you already know.", he replied calmly.

"We will need the entire team for this mission, gather the others and meet me in the conference hall. I'll explain everything.", she said getting up and walking out of the room.

T.J took the shortest route back to her room. She needed to get her mind in order while Logan rounded up the rest of the team. This gave her the time to recall her nightmare in detail.

T.J Foster was not just a mutant, she was also a witch. She had found out she was a witch long before she knew she was a mutant. She had received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she turned eleven. Her parents were ecstatic as they had both attended Hogwarts themselves.

Her first four years went fairly smoothly. Her mutant gene asserted itself in her fifth year. She would never forget that day for as long as she lived. It was emblazoned in her memory.

She was sat with her friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team practicing for their upcoming game against Slytherin. Suddenly the seeker Harry Potter lost consciousness and fell towards the ground. Without thinking, she raised her hand and Harry froze in mid-air. She jumped the rail and ran onto the pitch right underneath him. Raising her arm again she prepared herself to be landed on by Harry, but when he fell she caught him as easily as if he weighed no more than a kitten. She carried him to the hospital wing so he could be looked after by Madam Pomfrey. Not sure what was happening she went to see Professor Dumbledore. If anyone could help it would be him, she hoped.

She had finally had to leave Hogwarts. This broke her heart made worse by the fact her family didn't want her either. She lived on the streets fighting every day to survive. She was at her lowest point about to give up when Charles Xavier found her and took her to his school for gifted children. She kept up her Hogwarts education and two years later she graduated with the help of Professor Dumbledore.

She made her way to the conference hall thinking about her nightmare and hoping it hadn't come true. The entire team was sat around a table. All eyes turned to her as she entered.

"What's going on T.J?", Bobby Drake asked.

"I can answer that, T.J had a premonition dream about why I'm asking for her help.", Albus chipped in before she could answer.

"Why don't you tell us what you saw in your dream?", Charles said bringing everyone's focus on to the problem at hand.

She took a deep breath and began, "You have all heard me talk about Lord Voldemort. In my dream he had managed to get into Hogwarts, his Deatheaters massacred everyone because they wouldn't give him my friend Harry. They started with the teachers murdering them in front of the students. When that didn't work they started killing the students. There was a last ditched attempt to stop him led by Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. It failed, he found Harry and killed him. He became unstoppable."

She stood there with tears coursing down her face as the others sat in stunned silence. Logan came up and guided her to a chair. He sat with her until her tears subsided and she was able to focus again.

"I'm glad to say that has not happened, but without your help then this dream will become reality.", Albus said, sadly.

"Then what are we waiting for, a written invitation. Suit up guys it's time to go to battle.", Logan snapped.