So this is my first fanfic. Logan is a character from one of my original stories. Enjoy!

Edit: I apologize for not adding this in but here's the disclaimer now:

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to Miss J. K. Rowling.

I Do however own Logan Smith and everything of his world.

Posted 6/17/2014

Chapter One ~ The Order of the Phoenix

"There he is! Don't let him get away!" A man wearing all white yelled.

Five men in white charged toward a man wearing all black with a half mask.

"Damn it." Logan stood up and waved his hand over the road. A rock wall sprouted up in between him and his pursuers. he turned and ran.

"Get back here you traitor!" One of men climbed the wall.

Logan snorted, "I can't be a traitor. I never joined the white."

"Look it's Diamond." A man wearing blue who was standing on one of the buildings lining the alley.

"Catch the traitor." Another yelled.

"Not another one." He muttered. "I didn't join you either!"

Four men in blue jumped down in front of him. He skidded to a halt then turned so he could see both the men in blue and the ones in white. He motioned up with his hands, a bunch of small stones rose and began to spin around him.

"Hey! You guys are from The Blue." One of the white said.

"We are only here for fot Diamond." A blue said.

"Same Here." He smirked. "Let's strike a deal. We'll both fight but if one of you get's in the crossfire," he shrugged. "oh well."

The blue smirked. "Same to you."

Water sprung up around one of the blue, fire around another. Circles with complicated patterns on the inside appeared in front of the five in white, the last two blue pulled out guns and trained them on Logan. They fired.

He ducked, bringing up a rock wall on the blue side while hurling the stones at the white. The White pushed there hands forward, lights of different colors. He pulled up wall blocking them. Water flooded over the wall on the blue side, splashing his leg with boiling water. He clenched his teeth. Damn it. He jerked away and pulled up earth to soak up the water the hurled it back at them.

The wall on the blue's side blew up, a piece of rubble cut his cheek before he made a shield from a band of diamond he wore on his wrist. Two red lights bounced off the shield leaving burn marks, at the same time another wave of boiling water destroyed his last remaining wall.

Damn. I need to get out of here. Logan made a sharp gesture up, the earth under him shot up carrying him over his attackers. He jumped off toward the roof. A bullet grazed his left shoulder, then a blue light cut through his right side and though him off course. He reached out and barely caught the gutter of the two story building. He grunted as his right side burst out in pain. Two lights flew past him.

He manipulated his diamond shield into a hook and hooked it onto the gutter and began to pull himself up as bullets whizzed past his head. The gutter bent under his weight. He quickly changed the diamond band on his other wrist into a hook and drove into the roof, clenching his teeth as pain swept through his side.

Logan dragged himself all the way onto the roof. Then ran up the roof leaving a trail of blood behind him. At the top he slipped and rolled down the other side and off the roof as he fell he transformed the two bands on his feet into a sled smashed into the top of a car. He rolled off the car, making the sled and hooks back into bands around his wrists and ankles slowly he stood up, he gasped and grabbed his side.

I have to keep moving. He stumbled down the street.

I need to call Caroline. He pulled a phone out of his pocket. There was a big gash in it. "Damn." He collapsed just as a flash of light engulfed him.

Fred and George tiptoed to the front door of number 12 Grimmauld Place, they slowly pulled the door open and slipped out, closing the door behind them.

Fred stretched. "Freedom!"

"No more cleaning." George said.

They shared identical grins, then ran down the stoop, only to trip on something at the bottom. Fred pushed himself up and froze. He was covered in blood.

"Fred." George cocked out.

Fred looked up, a man lay in front of them covered in blood. "What happen to him?"

"I don't know." George moved to pick him up. "Come on, we need to get him inside."

They picked the man up and carried him inside.

"Mun!" George yelled.

The portrait of Mrs. Black started to scream at them.

"What are you two doing?" Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen. "Oh my... What happen to him? Quickly get him into the kitchen."

They carried him into the kitchen.

"Sirius get Madam Pomfrey quickly." Mrs. Weasley said.

Sirius turned, his eyes widened when he spotted him. He nodded and ran out the room. The twins set the man down on the table.

"You two go up stairs and get cleaned up." Mrs. Weasley said.

"But mum we want to stay and help." Fred said.

Mrs. Weasley pushed them towards the door. "No. I want you two up stairs now."

Madam Pomfrey rushed in followed by Sirius.

"Sirius get these two up stairs." Mrs. Weasley pushed the twins to him.

Sirius nodded. "Come on."

"But-"

"No buts. We need to stay out of there way." Sirius guided them up the stairs. "Go get cleaned up."

Fred and George nodded to each other. They ran down the hall almost crashing into Ron and stopped.

Ron's eyes widened "Bloody he-"

A book slammed down on his head. "Language Ron." Hermione walked up behind him.

"But look at them Hermione." Ron pointed at them.

"Hmm?" She looked at them. "Oh my, what happened to you two?"

They put their hands up. "We're fine. We-"

"-found a guy outside who-"

"was covered in blood."

"We'll go wash up now." They ran to their room, grabbed a change of clothes then ran the bathroom.

They washed quickly apparated down stairs to the kitchen doors.

"What's taking so long?" Fred asked.

The door opened and Madam Pomfrey walked out.

"How is he?" They asked in unison.

"He'll be fine. He's resting right now." Madam Pomfrey said.

"Can we see him?" George asked.

Madam Pomfrey was silent for a moment. "They are getting ready to move him to a spare room. If your mother allows it, you can help move him."

They nodded and walked in.

"What are you two doing down here?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"We're going to help." Fred said.

"Madam Pomfrey said we could." George smirked.

Mrs. Weasley looked disapprovingly at them then sighed. "Fine. You can help."

"Yes!" The twins high fived walked into the room.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm going up to fix up his room. Don't mess with him. That goes for you to Sirius."

"We won't do anything." Sirius said.

Mrs. Weasley looked at the twins, they nodded. She rolled her eyes and walked out. They listened to her foot steps, after they faded into the distance the three of them dashed over to the men.

"Where do you think he's from?" Fred picked up a black blood covered mask.

"I don't know." George lifted up one of his arms. "Oh look at this. He has some kind of stone band on his wrist."

Fred looked at the other wrist. A clear band hugged it. "There's one on this one to."

"And there's one on each ankle." Sirius picked one of the bands.

The man twitched and his eyes blinked open for a moment.

"Oi! Look I think he's waking up." Fred said.

The man's snap open, he jolted up and the wristband on Fred's side formed into a knife and shot into his hand.

Logan opened his eyes then quickly shut them again quickly.

"Oi! Look I think he's waking up." A voice said.

His eyes shot open and he jolt up. He transformed one of his diamond band into a knife. Three men stood over him. The oldest of the three stood by his feet, two identical redhead boys stood on either side of him. "Who the hell are you?"

"Easy there, you don't want to reopen you wounds." One of the redheads put his hands up.

"You haven't answered the question." Logan growled.

"My name is Sirius and these are Fred and George. Can you give us your name?" The older one now known as Sirius said.

"First tell me where I am and what do you want with me." Logan said.

"Me and George found you outside wounded and brought you here to be treated. We don't want anything else from you." The redhead called Fred said.

"All we can tell you about the location is that it is a safe place." The other one said.

"Logan. You all have british accents. Are we in the uk?" Logan asked.

Sirius nodded. "Yes, London is fact."

"Great. Now can I speak to someone of intelligence?" Logan asked.

There was a moment of silence. "Oi!" All three yelled.

Logan smirked.

"What are you three doing?" A redhead woman walked in. "It's good to see you awake." She smiled at Logan then turned back to the other men in the room. "I thought you said you wouldn't do anything to him."

Logan rolled his eyes. He stood up and transformed the knife into a band again.

"What do you think you're doing?" The woman walked over to him. "Do you want to reopen you wounds?"

"I'm fine. I've had worse." Logan waved a hand dismissively, then winced as his side twinged in pain. Damn it.

"See. Now sit down before you hurt yourself anymore." She gently pushed him into a chair.

Logan crossed his arms and turned away.

"Now we should get up stairs so you can rest." She said.

"No way, I'm not sitting around doing nothing!" Logan stood up.

"Welcome to world." Sirius muttered.

"Sit down. I'm not letting you run around with those wounds." Mrs. Weasley said.

"You don't want Madam Pomfrey to catch up up." Fred whispered.

"Wait whos Madam Pomfrey?" Logan whispered back.

"She's the Hogwarts school nurse." George whispered.

"What are you three whispering about?" The woman asked.

"Nothing ma'am." Logan said.

She looked at them susbishusly. "Well then let's get you upstairs to re-"

"I said no." Logan demeanor instantly became cold. "I'm not one to sit around and do nothing."

They stared at eachother for a moment.

She sighed. "Fine. You can stay up as long as you sit down."

He sat down. Now what am I supposed to do. "So what is there to do in this place?"

"There's a library so I can bring you some books."

He fell onto the table. "Never mind."

"Sirius, Fred, George, let's get back to cleaning this place up." She began to escort the other's out ignoring their protests.

"Hey, I never got your name." Logan sat up.

"Molly Weasley." She smiled at him.

"Logan Smith." He said.

Once they were gone. He lifted up his shirt and examined the bandages. I could easily get up and walk out right now. but I guess she's right though. He stabbed his knife into the table. Damn it. How did I even get here?

He heard a small crack right behind him. He grabbed his knife and spun around to find a wand pointed at his neck.

Thanks for reading! I would appreciate any and all comments, and/or criticism!