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Chapter 1: Chapter 1 -
Hope in the dark.
Chapter 1 A mysterious arrival.
Disclaimer I officially declare I own nothing.
Warnings Slash, Ron bashing, Dumbledore bashing, incorrect spellings in need of beta.
I deleted this story a few months ago as I knew life had gotten in the way to much for me to complete this but I am back I have almost completed the story and will be posting chapter weekly I hope you can all forgive me.
Need a Beta.
Plot When Harry disappears from the wizarding world, a mysterious boy turn up at Xavier's mutant sanctuary with no memory of his past.
Introduction:
Harry Potter the boy who lived, died at the tender age of 15. The hope of many witches and wizards died with them. Lucky for the Wizarding world a new saviour rose from the ashes, a saviour who will fight for his friends and family. Who is this mysterious stranger? What is his connection to the boy who lived? Is Harry as dead as the world believes?
On with story:
I tried to grab hold of anything, a name, a face, the words I once spoke, but they were fleeing, and then came the darkness. The darkness was swallowing, filling my now empty mind and dragging me through the void.
I awake with a gasp, my chest moving up and down absorbing breath filling my lungs, breathing, my mind provide the word clambering over the brick wall that now swallowed my former life. I try to remember what do next, and instinct allows me to open my eyes, the light burns providing me with the information they had not been used for sometime. More information flows into my mind, words simple meaningless words. They hold no emotion, no longer fuelled by my memories.
"Sorry." The words are quietly spoken, the voice female, coming from a distance. From behind my now closed lids I see the light fading lower. "You should be able to open your eyes now!" The voice continues getting closer.
I obey the voice, slowly reopening my sensitive eyes. My eyes first focus on her face, she was beautiful, red hair framing her face, flowing around her shoulders. Piercing green eyes that were filled with worry and compassion for him. Looking at her made him feel a pain deep in his heart, a pain of loss. The word confused him as much as the feeling, how could you miss something you didn't even remember?
He didn't realize his eyes had filled with liquid until the woman had suddenly come forward with a tissue and wiped the tears from his face, in a soft, caring way.
"It's okay," She comforted the boy, "Your going to be just fine!"
The boy sobbed louder, feeling as though there was something in his throat preventing his breath. Unaware he had moved he found himself cradled in her lap hysteric.
Jean held the hysteric boy until he had fallen back to sleep. It had been a strange week since the boy had appeared. He had arrived out of thin air, flashing into the room, an old shoe tie around his wrist.
He had been outwardly unharmed but had been comatose. They had decided to keep him in the manor instead of sending him to the hospital due to his unusual arrival. They had believed him to be a mutant, and two days later they're belief had been proved.
It was when they were connecting the young boy to the monitors they had first noticed the boys similarities to one of their team. The test showed an unidentifiable substance, which was bound to the boy's skellington. It seemed that these bones were retractable, similar to Wolverine.
These factors led to an excessive DNA test being run on the younger boy. These test revealed the boy to be Logan's son.
Unfortunately the man had not responded well, leaving the mansion without giving a way he could be contacted. Xavier had asked Jean to keep an eye on the boy whilst he looked for the older man, the day before. He had hoped Logan would be there before the mysterious boy had awoken so he could bond straight away with his son.
Unfortunately Logan had missed the chance to be there when his son first awoke, Jean could only hope he'd arrive before the boy awoke this time.
From the boys reaction she knew he had been threw a tough time before arriving. She also noticed the boy was confused and had a sinking feeling the boys condition was worse then was originally thought.
Sighing Jean gently placed the boy down, careful not to awake him. She then arose and walked out of the room, shutting the door silently behind her.
Jean headed to the main room, where she knew she would find her boyfriend Scott. She entered the room, all eyes turning her way. It seemed everyone had found their way down here, probably hearing that Jean had fled the room quickly heading to wards the hospital wing. Scott stood from where he was sitting with Kurt and walked towards her, taking her arm and leading her away from the room creating privacy for the two.
"Did he wake?" Scott asked, looking through his ever-present glasses.
"For a while, he wasn't very coherent but he seemed to understand me." Jean answered leaning against the wall. "He looked so fragile all confused, and then, he just started crying, there was so much pain in his eyes." Jean took a breath to calm herself, "He fell asleep in my arms!" She informed him.
"It shouldn't have fallen down to you, Logan should have been here, he should have held the boy through his tears." Scott was obviously angry with the boy.
"Well, would you be okay if your child just turned up, without you even having knowledge of his existence?" Kitty asked walking through the wall, Lance being dragged behind her.
"Who asked you?" Scott snapped.
"Calm down Scotty, I'm not saying what he did was right, I'm just saying it was human!" Kitty tried to explain herself. "He will be back, he always returns, just let him get his head around the boy!"
Scott grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Wish he wouldn't keep coming back!"
Jean decided to ignore her boyfriend's petty hatred of Logan. "I know he will be back, I just wish it had been sooner."
"Me too, I hope the boy stays, it'll be nice for Logan to have a son of his own, might get him to open up a bit!" Kitty exclaimed.
"Logan lighten up? That sight'd be scary!" Lance joked his arms around Kitty's waist. Kitty grinned leaning round to kiss her boyfriend.
"I guess we'll leave you two alone!" Jean grinned walking away dragging Scott behind her.
Jean was about to head into her bedroom for some private time with her boyfriend when she felt the vibrations from the buzzer in her pocket telling him the boy had awoken once more. Groaning slightly Jean apologised to Scott and left to ensure the boy was okay.
Entering the room she saw the boy had sat up and was now observing the room. "Hello." Jean said softly announcing her arrival. The boy smiled softly at her as she walked to his side. Jean walked over to the monitors that were taking the boys vitals checking everything was normal.
After a moment the boy figured out how to word his many questions, the first of which may have not been the most important but it was something that was burning on his mind. "What is this room?" Jean looked over confused.
"It's our medical room," Jean told the boy. "Surely you have been to a doctors or a hospital before?"
"I..I don't remember, I think I have, but, this it feels wrong " The boys voice trailed off.
"You don't remember?" Jean asked sitting softly in the chair beside the boy's bed.
"No." The boy breathed.
"What do you remember?" Jean asked concerned.
The boy thought for a moment before answering, "Nothing," he muttered, "I remember nothing!"
Jean looked at the boy in shock. The similarities between the boy's memory loss and that of his fathers, further angered Jean who knew Logan would have dealt better in this situation then her, having understood what the boy was going through.
Silence rang for several moments before Jean decided to change the subject. "My names Jean, I'm studying to be a doctor hence the reason I'm the one taking care of you." She introduced herself.
"A doctor " The boy muttered trying to connect the word to a meaning. "Someone who heals others using potions!" He stated in triumph.
Jean laughed, "Well that's one way to put it!"
Alex grinned at her.
"So Mister, you are going to need a name!" She stated once the laughter had ceased.
"I don't know any names." Alex said his face screwed up from thinking to hard.
"How about ." Jean thought. "Lewis?" Alex shook his head no. "Erm Alex?" Jean suggested.
"Alex," The boy repeated. " Alex, I like it!" Jean laughed again at the boys facial expressions.
"Alex it is!" She stated happily.
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