Writer's Notes: The six main characters in the story, many members of the staff and some of the other characters are either taken from other sources and changed to fit the story, or are conglomerations of several characters from the Potter books, the X-Men, Marvel Comics in general and a smattering of other sources. I'll be explaining each as I introduce them. Each of the first six chapters will focus on one of the six chosen children.

In this chapter, we meet Logan Kurt Potter, the boy who lived. He's a mix of Wolverine, Nightcrawler and, of course, Harry. He has Nightcrawler's powers of agility, shadow melding and teleportation. From Wolverine he gets a healing factor, heightened senses and a dense cellular structure to replace metal bones. He doesn't have claws, but instead wields twin magical swords.

I also introduce Albus Xavier, a combination of Dumbledore and Xavier, and Rubeus Hagrid, who is pure Hagrid. Logan's history is a combination of Harry's and Kurt's with a little something extra from Wolvie. I hope you enjoy. Comments, as always, are more than welcome.

Note: I don't own any of the concepts that contribute to characters in this story. My thanks goes to JK Rowling for creating such an interesting universe and to Marvel Comics for decades of reading pleasure.

Chapter One: Logan Kurt Potter

When Logan's parents were killed by Voldemort who was then destroyed trying to kill Logan, the then fifteen month old was sent to live with his aunt and uncle who worked for the Munich Circus where Vernon Dursley was in charge of the freak show. He only lived with them for a few months, fortunately, before the circus fortune teller, Margali Szardos, his godmother, saw the way he was being treated and brought him into her family, raising him with her own two children, Stefan and Jemaine.

Petunia wanted to get custody back; not because she had any love for her nephew, but because she wanted control of his inheritance and trust fund. Vernon, however, had been threatened with terrible curses when he originally turned the child over to Margali. He was terrified of the gypsy witch, knowing full well what she was capable of. There was nothing they could do.

Logan's demonic appearance is a byproduct of the rebounded curse which prematurely activated his genetic mutations. An amulet given him by Albus Xavier enables him to appear human and interact with normal society. He rarely had to wear it around the circus and doesn't intend to do so at Hogwarts. If they can't take him as he is, to hell with them.

In the final moments of her life, Lily Evans-Potter summoned the spirit of her father-in-law, for whom Logan was named; the naming forming a spiritual bond between them. He was a nigh-immortal warrior who fought the good fight for over a century before finally being killed only months earlier by a killing curse that he failed to dodge.

When Voldemort cursed the baby, the spirit interceded and the curse rebounded. The grandfather's knowledges and skills, however, were imprinted on the baby. He's still learning just how much was transferred, but he's an eleven year old with roughly a century's worth of training. Thanks to the help of his foster mother and a lot of other circus people, he's adjusted surprisingly well.

When Logan was six, he became the youngest trapeze artist in the world, his incredible agility made his demonic appearance a selling point. By the summer before he left to attend school, he was the biggest star of the show. They were on a tour of the British Isles and doing a series of shows in London when his letter arrived.

His foster mother had been expecting it. She hadn't expected the man in the wheelchair being pushed by the giant to show up and deliver it personally.

The man had a completely bald head, but wore a moustache and half beard of platinum blond hair. He wore slacks, a sport coat with patches on the elbows and a turtleneck shirt.

The giant stood over eight feet tall; taller than even some of the largest men in the circus. He had to weigh nearly five hundred pounds and his head was covered in a massive brown mane and bushy beard. He was dressed in rustic clothes beneath a massive brown great coat.

"Professor," the gypsy woman greeted the man in the wheelchair.

"Ms. Szardos," he greeted her back. "Good to see you again."

"Expected an owl."

He shrugged. "Young Logan isn't just any other student. He's one of six very special young people. I'm sending members of my staff to personally meet with each of them."

She nodded. "He's in the main tent preparing for our first show tomorrow night. I'll introduce you."

High above the dirt floor of the big top, Logan Potter was having the time of his life. It was the closest thing to flying he'd yet found. From his grandfather's memories, he knew how to fly brooms, carpets and a surprising variety of mundane aircraft. No one ever let him fly any of those, however, so this would have to do until he was older.

In the midst of a triple flip, he saw the woman he considered his mother enter the tent with two men he didn't recognize. He finished the maneuver, then teleported to the ground. He knew she wouldn't bring anyone in while he was training who shouldn't know what he was capable of.

"Hello, mother," he hung upside down from one of the ropes supporting the trapeze net and kissed her on the cheek, then flipped to land in a crouch before the trio.

"Logan," she told him almost regretfully. "This is Professor Albus Xavier and his aide, Mr. Hagrid. The Professor is Headmaster of a school in Scotland; the school your birth parents attended."

"Hello, Logan," Xavier greeted the boy. "I've come to invite you to attend Hogwarts School for Exceptional Students starting in September. You're of an age to learn proper magic."

"Leave the circus?" Logan shook his offered hand even though he never before considered the possibility of any other life.

"There's a much larger world outside of this circus, my boy," Margali told him. "It's time you experienced it. As much as it breaks my heart, your future is out there. Much as Stefan attended Durmstrang and Jemaine is attending Beau Batons, your future lies at Hogwarts."

"When would I have to leave?"

"We would take you shopping for your school supplies today," Xavier told him, "but school doesn't start for a little over a month. You would be able to finish the tour, which ends in late August. We would find a place for you to stay during the last few days between when they return to Europe and when the train takes the students to Hogwarts on the first Sunday in September."

"Go get cleaned up and changed into street clothes," Margali told him, "and don't teleport after you get cleaned up. Won't do to have you smelling like sulfur all day."

"Yes, ma'am," he said and vanished in a puff of brimstone.

"Take care of him, Albus." A small tear fell from her eye now that Logan was no longer around to see it. "He thinks and acts like he has it all together, but he's just a little boy. I'd give anything to protect him from the path the world holds for him."

"I know you would, Margali." Xavier put a comforting hand on the woman's. "I don't think there's a person among us who wouldn't willingly take this mantle from those children, but we cannot. All we can do is everything possible to prepare them for what they will face. That's why I'm bringing them all together at Hogwarts. They'll need each other and all the training we can give them to survive."

As Logan, having showered and dressed, stepped out of the RV that was his home, he activated the magical pendant that made him look like a normal eleven year old kid. Suddenly, his path was blocked by his cousin, Dudley, and his circle of four other circus kids.

"Whattcha doin', freak?" Dudley taunted. "Won't do you any good. You can pretend all you want, but you'll never be more than a freak like all the other freaks in the show, which is where you belong."

Logan sighed. "You know, Dudley, of all the things I'll miss when I leave this circus, you won't be any of them."

Dudley laughed caustically and his companions followed suit. "Leave? You'll never leave here, freak. Where would you go? The circus is the only place where you fit in."

Logan usually tried to not let Dudley's taunts goad him, but this time he couldn't resist. "I start school in September; a fancy private school up in Scotland. I'm going to go get my school supplies right now. You're the one who's stuck here. Maybe you can replace the fat lady when Lola retires."

Dudley's first punch was so telegraphed that Logan figured he could have stopped for a cup of tea and still avoid it. He could have ducked under it or just sidestepped it, but he decided to get showy and leaped over it, using Dudley's head as a springboard, landing behind him and taking his legs out from under him with a sweeping kick.

This was the last thing any of them wanted. An eleven year old boy, Logan may have been, but he was an eleven year old boy with over a century of combat experience. It was a lesson these particular young thugs learned before, but kept forgetting. Verbally accosting Logan was one thing. Physically attacking him was a whole other experience; a usually painful one; one they were about to learn yet again.

"Logan!" Margali and the others approached as the one sided fight ended with the five larger boys sprawled out on the ground.

Logan dusted himself off, looking unapologetically over his handiwork. "Sorry. They started it. Dudley threw the first punch. I didn't hurt them too bad; used aikido mostly."

Margali shook her head. "Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Logan grinned impishly. "Buy me some ice cream?"

The older woman glared at the boy, but couldn't be too mad. "What kind of impression are you making with your new headmaster? He's going to think I raised a little street ruffian."

Logan turned innocently to Xavier and Hagrid who were trying not to laugh. "You won't think that, will you, sir?"

"Probably not," Xavier responded, regaining composure, "but there are other ways to resolve disagreements without physical violence. Just remember, at Hogwarts, fighting will get you detention and cost your house points.

"On the other hand, you were outnumbered and they started it. Of course, no one expects you to be someone else's punching bag."

A few minutes later, they left Margali to deal with the aftermath of the conflict. Logan and the Professor climbed into the back of a vintage limousine with Hagrid behind the wheel. They drove into the city for about thirty minutes, before Hagrid pulled up outside a tavern called the "Leaky Cauldron". It was one of those places you wouldn't look twice at unless you knew it was there.

Moments later, they exited through the back wall of the tavern and entered Diagon Alley. Logan knew magic existed. He'd even witnessed some and remembered even more. Entering a world where it was commonplace, however, was pretty cool as far as he was concerned.

"First stop," Xavier told him, "is Gringotts Bank. We need to visit your family vault and get some money to pay for your school supplies."

"Family vault? I have a family vault?"

Logan knew he had a trust fund that helped defer the cost of raising him. It was the only reason the Dursley's wanted to have anything to do with him. They wanted his money for themselves. His godmother on the other hand used only what was needed and never said a lot to him about it.

"Yes, Logan." Xavier smiled. "The Potters are one of the older magical families in Britain. Their holdings; your holdings are quite extensive."

The second Logan stepped inside the bank, the illusion of him as a normal kid dropped and his real appearance reasserted itself. There were a couple of raised eyebrows, but no one seemed to overreact, so he just let it pass.

"It's the magic on the building," Xavier explained. "No illusions will work within these walls."

A goblin named Griphook took Logan and Xavier to the vault while another took Hagrid on a personal mission for the school. Both men seemed disinclined to say much about it, so Logan didn't ask.

Inside the Potter vault, Logan was shocked by the mountains of gold coins. "Is this all mine?"

"It will be once you reach the age of seventeen, Logan. For now, it's held in trust for you. Your parents appointed the school as executor. You are currently the last in the Potter family line."

Xavier took the boy past the coins to the back of the vault where chests, paintings, pieces of furniture and other items linked to the clan were stored. He was looking for something James and Lily put in there after the death of James' father; something Logan would soon need.

He took a pair of bracers from a chest. "These belonged to your grandfather, Logan James Potter. As his heir and namesake, he would want you to have them."

"The sword bracers," Logan identified them as he put the metal reinforced leather bindings on. "They were a gift from the Queen of Winter, a powerful fae; payment for services rendered."

He touched each with the opposing hand and a pair of identical swords appeared. They were unique weapons made for both thrusting and slashing; the closest comparison for them would be a cross between a katana and a sabre, including a hilt guard; sharp along both edges and along the tip as well. Logan knew they were indestructible, could parry magic and could cut through almost anything.

"They're smaller than I remember."

Xavier smiled. "They size themselves to the wielder. They'll grow as you do."

"I can take these to Hogwarts?"

"You'll have to if we're to teach you how to use them. You're not to wear them outside of training, however."

"I already know how to wield them," Logan told the Professor as he executed some controlled slashing maneuvers. "I think I've always known."

"Knowing, my boy, and doing are closely related, but not the same. You have your grandfather's knowledge, but still need to learn and train to put that knowledge to use. That is what we'll be teaching you."

Logan nodded, vanishing the swords, but not removing the bracers. Before leaving, he also found two photo albums and took them with him. They would be a tie to a part of his past for which he had few if any memories.

After the bank, they got Logan's robes, school books, other supplies and wand; holly with a phoenix feather core. Along the way, Xavier told the boy some stories about his parents. While interesting, some of them raised a very important question.

"You said you and Mr. Hagrid found me," he said inquiring of the Professor as Hagrid finally rejoined them at Fortescue's for a bit of a break. "It was you who put me with the Dursley's. Why? Why not put me with my godmother right off?"

"The Dursley's were blood relations through Petunia, your mother's sister. I was able to put certain wards on that circus because of that blood bond. I hoped that her love for her sister would transfer to you, but wasn't naïve enough to take it for granted.

"As long as both you and your aunt considered that circus home, you were safe. None of your enemies could find you. I always had people watching over you, though, and when I saw how those people were treating you, I asked Margali to take over. Your ties of love with her became even stronger than your ties of blood with the Dursley's, strengthening the protections even more."

"Enemies? What enemies?"

"Voldemort's followers, called the Deatheaters, went underground after he disappeared. Most of them returned to our society claiming to have been under a spell called an Imperious Curse; one of three what we call Unforgivable Curses.

Others just continued their old ways; leaderless now, but no less dangerous for it. These include the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, and his pack, the vampire, Angelus, the spirit of the immortal ninja, Ogun, and others. They also include your grandfather's old nemesis; his half-brother, Victor Creed, the Sabretooth."

"I remember bits and pieced about him, but nothing clear. Why?"

"I believe your grandfather's spirit may be shielding you from the details. You really don't want to know them yet. Their battles were brutal and vicious. They reached a level of barbarity that terrified even me and I've seen some terrible things in my day.

"You needn't worry about him or any of them, though; not now or for some time. A great many people have dedicated their lives to protecting you from them. You just focus on your schoolwork and training. Let us deal with them for now.

"I'm only telling you this because I believe you're strong enough to deal with the knowledge. Always be aware, but never let that knowledge drag you into despair. You, my boy, have the potential to be far stronger than all of them; you and the others."

"Others?"

"There are six of you; all born on the same day eleven years ago and prophesied to bring a final end to Voldemort's existence and influence."

"Isn't he dead?"

"We don't know. Weakened, certainly. We found no body when we returned after rescuing you, however. There are many magical ways he could have avoided death; all of them foul. We just don't know.

"Regardless, that's all far in the future for you. You won't have to deal with any of it for years and when you do, you'll be well trained for it."

"When will I meet them?"

"Soon. Some of them later today. Two of the girls live in America. They won't be here until just before school starts. You'll meet them then; on the train at the latest."

After the break at Fortescue's, they had some more shopping to do. Even though Logan's birthday wasn't for another week and a half, Xavier and Hagrid wanted to get him a gift on behalf of the school.

"We don't do this for every new student and you shouldn't expect any future favors or preferential treatment," Xavier told him, "but we decided to get each of you a gift, maybe something like a pet, for your birthdays.

"After all, five of you are the children or relatives of members of the Order of the Phoenix, which makes you almost family to the rest of us."

"What's the Order of the Phoenix?" Logan asked. "Hard to piece together, but I seem to remember something about them from grandfather's memories."

"We formed during the First Wizarding War against Voldemort. When the Ministry of Magic, our ruling government here in Britain, proved ineffectual against the Deatheaters, we stepped in.

"Many of the aurors, dark wizard hunters, like your parents and grandfather, were allied with us if not actual members. They, as we, balked at the Ministry's limitations."

"Limitations?"

"You have to understand, Logan, this wasn't a traditional war. It was a guerilla war; an insurgency, really. Many of our opponents were upstanding members of society; men and women with friends and influence. They didn't declare their allegiance to Voldemort openly, they hid behind masks and used the Ministry's own laws against us."

Xavier became sad and the weight of the years briefly became apparent in his eyes. "It was a dark and dirty battle. We lost too many friends; your parents and grandfather, the parents of two of the other children, the father of yet another. Even many innocents who knew nothing of the war became victims, like your mother's parents. We all lost so much; maybe none so much as your family."

He suddenly broke the mood. "Please forgive the meanderings of an old man, my boy. This is a time for happier thoughts; a time for new beginnings. We need to learn from the mistakes of the past, not dwell on them."

"I remember bits and pieces from my grandfather," Logan repeated.

"An' a great man he was," Hagrid interjected. "One o' th' best."

Xavier nodded. "A valiant warrior and a good friend."

"Can I get a broom?" As was wont with eleven year olds, Logan changed the subject so fast the two adults almost got mental whiplash.

"Unfortunately," Xavier told him with an obliging smile. "First Years aren't allowed to bring their own brooms to school. We need to make sure they're mature enough for the responsibility first. Besides, you can't fly them around muggles anyway; not even around your circus friends."

In the Magical Menagerie shop, there was a basket of kittens. It was labeled domesticated kneazle kittens.

"Domesticated?" Xavier asked the proprietor skeptically once Logan showed interest.

"Their dam was half felis catus; ordinary house cat. Their sire was from a long line of trained kneazles. Both were very well behaved animals. I raised them myself. These qualify as pets without the need of a special license. I have the documentation to prove it."

One of the kittens waddled up to Logan's fingers and took a precursory sniff, then a playful swipe of a paw. None of the others seemed all that interested, so Logan picked the adventurous one up to get a closer look.

"Good choice," the proprietor told him. "That one's the smartest of the litter and the best judge of character as well. She's also the most adventurous, but that shouldn't be much of a problem for an active boy. A very friendly tike; should make a wonderful pet."

Logan smiled, petting and scratching the large ears of the now purring kitten. "I guess she'll eventually grow into those ears and paws."

"Kneazles mature a bit more slowly than domesticated cats. She'll be a kitten for as much as two years. They live several times longer however. If her lineage is any sign, that little girl should live thirty or more years if well cared for."

Xavier sighed. "I guess it's close enough to a cat for school purposes."

Several minutes of haggling and the purchase of an enchanted carrier and some toys later, Logan had his first pet.

"What ye gonna name 'er, Logan?" Hagrid asked, always interested in animals, even if it was basically a cat and to his way of thinking good for little more than chasing mice and making his nose run.

Logan thought. "Grandfather had an old friend nicknamed Tigra, who bred exotic animals. I think I'll name her that. Tigra. It works."

Xavier nodded. "A good name."

Suddenly, on their way out of Diagon Alley with their purchases, a little girl ran up to them. "Are you Logan Potter, the boy who lived?"

Logan squatted down to her level. "I am."

She held out a stuffed doll that resembled an animated version of him. "Will you sign my dolly?"

He blinked and turned to Xavier.

"After your parents were killed," he was told, "someone got some pictures of you out. We still don't know who or how. Anyway, kids fell in love with the image, so someone got the idea of making the dolls. Your estate sued over rights, but finally settled out of court for a cut of the profits. Even after nearly ten years, they're still quite the rage in the community."

Logan sighed as Xavier produced a self-inking quill, then signed the doll's vest and handed it back to the child whose parents looked on protectively. "Take good care of him."

"I will," she promised. "He's going to be worth a mint."

With that, she scampered off with her parents before Logan could say another word.

He stood back up and turned to Xavier and Hagrid. "Now, that was surreal."

"Yes, it was," Xavier noted. "Well we have one last thing to do now. Three of the other kids and some faculty from Hogwarts will be joining us at the Leaky Cauldron for dinner."

Writer's Notes: Hope you enjoyed how this first chapter developed. I was probably as surprised as any of you. I don't think I planned half of the stuff that came out; stuff like Margali Szardos being Logan's godmother.

The first six introductory chapters will be shorter than the rest. Their purpose is to introduce the characters and a bit of the world. I should also point out that we won't be following the plot of the books or movies. The Potterverse is more a backdrop for my story, which will diverge from canon more often than it will fit into it. This is also unabashedly a superhero story as should be quite evident by the central characters' varied abilities.

The pet choice of a cat instead of an owl was deliberate and simply a matter of personal preference. I've done it with a couple other versions of Harry in other stories. What can I say? I'm a cat person. A version of Hedwig does appear in a later chapter, however.

My intention at this point (which is subject to and likely to change) is to use the first six years as a build up to the big war in year seven. I won't be giving them short shrift, but they're likely to take up half or less of the whole project. Again, I hope you enjoy and I welcome comments and observations, even well thought out criticisms that aren't simply bashing. Let me know what you think.

Finally, the fae and their courts will play a slightly larger role in my story than they did in the books and movies where they were limited to house elves and maybe goblins if you consider them fae. I refer to the Queen of Winter in this chapter and more in reference to another of the kids.