Lila POV

The guy in my dream is just-wow. There is no other way to describe him.

Well, I guess I could tell you about his body, which is lean, hard, and muscled. And his hair, which is brown, and thick. Or his eyes, which are the exact color of the ocean. His face is rugged and hardened, but undeniably handsome. He is without a doubt abso-freaking-lutely sexy.

But it's the expression on his face that captivates me. Fierce, passionate, and full of longing. He's looking right at me, and I can't help but shiver from the intensity of his gaze.

I want him. I want him more than any man I've ever seen before. I want him to be mine and mine alone, because for some odd reason, I know that we're exactly the same.

But like always, I'm frozen. Unable to move from my current position. Just like all the other times I've had this dream.

And like all the other times, he says one word. My name.

"Lila." The way he says it is just so right sounding and utterly delicious. I want him to say it again, and again, and again. His voice is almost a growl. "I'm coming for you."

Hey, haven't heard that before. I can't help but feel joy at his words. He's coming for me. For me. Whoever he is, that is. I wish I knew.

To my surprise, I find myself replying to him. "I'll be waiting."

Then, of course, I wake up. Damn my subconscious mind. Waking me up just when it starts to get good.

I lie in my bed for a moment, momentarily disorientated. Raising my head, I look over myself. I've kicked the sheet off from on top of me and my thin cotton nightgown is just absolutely soaked with sweat. It's so hot in here I swear I'm about to die of a heat stroke. I was given the hottest bedroom in all of number six Grimmauld Place, which really sucks.

What I need is a shower. A really, really, really cold shower. Grabbing my wand from the bedside table, I light my way to the bathrooms to take my shower, regardless of the fact that it's after midnight.

The shower does help. It cools my skin down and gives me a feeling of peace that I wish I could carry with me all the time.

I stare at myself in the mirror after I've finished. I have been called a timeless beauty by many people through the years. I suppose it's true. My hair is long and soft as satin, the color of a crow's feathers. My skin is pale-I'm not exactly an outdoors kind of gal, so I really don't have much of tan-and flawless. My nose, I've been told, looks like it came straight off of a roman vase, and by that I assume they mean that it's straight, and classical looking. My lips are full, a light pink color naturally. And then there's my eyes, which are emerald green, and framed by thick, long lashes.

Yeah, I guess I'm timeless. Beautiful? Maybe a little.

I'm in no mood to go back to sleep, so instead I change into one of my long silk night gowns (seeing as my cotton one is still soaked) and go down three floors to sit in the kitchen. The fire in the fireplace is still going and I stare into the flames, a mug of tea in my hands. For a second, I wonder what it would be like to put my hand into the fire. I've never been burned before-would the burn heal like any other injury? Would it heal as fast the others?

My attention turns to my hands. Their pale, petite, much like the rest of my body. Harmless looking. But when I put down my mug, and ball them into fists, three adamantium coated claws slide out. Not so harmless now.

I put the mug in the sink, then head back up stairs.

Logan POV

I have got to find the girl from my dreams.

That's the only time I've ever seen her-in my dreams. But she's beautiful. Black hair, emerald eyes, full lips. She looks young, probably only eighteen, but she seems…older. More mature. And her eyes are secretive, like she's hiding something. But for some reason, I have a feeling we're exactly the same. Her name is Lila.

I have got to find her. Because this girl is something special, I know it. She's real. She has to be.

Breakfast at the manor is loud, like always. The kids are all hyper for some God forsaken reason. Some of the older students don't have the younger ones energy. They sit there and they yawn, like sleeping tired them out. Which means that when it's their turn for danger room sessions, I'm going to have to listen to their griping and complaining.

As soon as I sit down at the staff table, I hear the Professor's thoughts in my head.

Logan, I'd like to speak with you after breakfast in my office.

Will do. I think back to him.

I meet with the Professor in his office after breakfast. He sits behind his desk, his hands folded neatly together. He stares at me for a second before he speaks.

"Logan, I've intercepted pieces of your dreams these past few nights, and am I correct to gather that you've been having the same ones for a while now?" he says to me calmly.

I chuckle dryly. "Yeah. Every night for the past three weeks." I pause before answering. "I gotta find this girl, Chuck. Lila, that's her name. I gotta find her."

"How do you know she's real?"

Does this guy have any faith in just knowing things even if you can't prove it? "I just do. She's somewhere out there. She's waiting for me."

"Waiting for you?" Charles' eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

I hesitate, knowing I sound like a total loon saying this. "She told me so. In the dream. I said, 'I'm coming for you' and then she said, 'I'll be waiting'." I chuckle again. "I know I sound nuts, Chuck, but if I don't find this girl I'm gonna go nuts. Can 'ya help me out, Chuck?"

"You're certain this girl-Lila-is real?" Charles asks me again.

"Without a doubt."

"Very well. Let's go to Cerebro."

Lila POV

I'm not quite sure I approve of Dumbledore letting Ron's friend Hermione come stay at Grimmauld Place, but you know, he's the boss.

It's not that I don't think she's trustworthy; she seems like a very nice girl. But I honestly don't want to get anymore people wrapped up in this Order business than have to. The more people we have, the more chance there is that there could be a spy. And we cannot afford to have a spy within our ranks.

I'm lounging in the living room when Hermione comes in with Ron. She hasn't met me yet, so as soon as she spots me, she smiles, and comes over to where I'm lounging.

"Hello," she says in a friendly way. "I'm Hermione Granger. Are you another member of the Order?"

"Nah," I shake my head. "I just walked in off the street, figured I'd come sit for a while." I smile back at her. "Lila Evans. Order member and spy."

Hermione gasps. "You spy on Voldemort?"

"God, no." I say, though its understandable as to why she'd jump to that conclusion. "Actually, we're trying to keep me out of Voldemort's radar, for reason that are to remain private."

The reasons are, of course, my mutant abilities. What Voldemort wouldn't give to have a follower who could listen in on conversations from a distance, heal at incredible rates, and do magic at the same time. I don't think he'd care much for my claws-what use are those to him when he has much more effective weapons?

"Then what do you spy on?"

"Government officials." I say. "People of interest." I grin cheekily. "Teachers."

Hermione looks puzzled, but doesn't continue on with her questions. Instead, she, and Ron start to talk about Harry, who's still at Petunia's house. They're very worried about him, but they're not the only ones. Sirius and I worry constantly about him. We both consider him family-not that he knows that he's actually related to me. Hell, Sirius doesn't even know I'm related to him, only Dumbledore does.. I doubt Harry even remembers me. He was only a baby at the time.

At dinner, I am told by Professor Dumbledore that it would be helpful to reveal my powers to the children, and by children he means all the kids still in school. So after dinner, I gather everyone in the living room. The adults know what to expect; they've all heard this before, but the children have no clue at all.

"So," I say, standing in front of the fireplace so I can face everyone. "I know a couple of you youngsters are wondering why I'm a full member of the Order, when I only look a couple years older than you?" There are confused nods from the children. "Well, that's because I happen to be a direct relative of Harry Potter, and I have many years of experience. Many, many years."

"Wait, how are you related to Harry?" Ginny asks. I like Ginny; she's more sensible than some of the other kids, but not a total stick in the mud like I heard Hermione is at times.

I smile. "How many of you know what a mutant is? How many of you have heard of mutants?"

I get blank stares from my audience. Great, they know nothing. This should be fun.

"Mutants are people who have the Mutant X-Gene, which is the next step in human evolution. Basically, it means that these mutants are evolved humans. The gene gives them added abilities, like telekinesis, telepathy, wings, shape shifting. Crap like that." I stare out at all the confused faces, which all seem to be trying to tell me to get on with it.

"Well, I'm a mutant." I say simply. "I have an incredible healing rate, so I heal almost immediately after being injured, among…other things." I don't think popping out my claws and flashing them in their faces is that great of an idea. "Also, I don't age."

"What do you mean you don't age?" Hermione asks me. "Everyone ages."

"I was born in nineteen-hundred." I point to my face. "Does this look like the face that belongs to someone who has been aging since she was born over a hundred years ago? I think not."

Now all the children are gaping openly at me. Oh, I'm really enjoying this.

"My brother Michael was when I graduated from the Salem Academy-I'm from America, as you can tell. I was a muggle born witch, the only one in my family, so Michael never went to magic school. He eventually married a woman named Jane, who was also a muggle. Jane was English, so they moved here to England. They had two daughters-my nieces-Petunia and Lily. Lily was the only magical one out of the bunch.

I see only confused faces in front of me. Haven't they caught on yet? Hermione and Ginny have. I can tell, because they don't look confused like the rest of them.

"Lily went to Hogwarts." I prodded. "Met a man named James Potter, married him. Oh, for God's sake, can't you figure it out?" More blank stares. In the back, Sirius is outright laughing. I resist the urge to flip him the bird. "Harry's my great-nephew." I say in a tired voice. Then I stop. "Great-nephew. That makes me his great aunt. Jesus Christ I'm getting old!"

Logan POV

I stand behind the Professor in Cerebro. Chuck has his helmet on, and he's focusing hard. Then, the images of all the mutants in world are around us. I watch each and everyone of them, looking for her. Lila.

"I think I've found her." The Professor says, and then I see her. Her image is in front of us. She's laughing at something, and though I can't actually hear her, I can imagine what it sounds like. Bells.

"Where is she?" I ask eagerly.

"Somewhere in London. I can't pinpoint her exact position, almost like there's something blocking it from me." The images disappear as Charles takes off his helmet.

I nod my head. London. Fairly far away, but I've got to get to her. I will go wherever I need to. Through any means.

Chuck's reading my thoughts again, because he says to me, "You can take the jet on the condition that Storm or Scott comes with you."

"I can deal with Storm coming." I tell him. Scooter would just get on my nerves. "Tell Storm for me, will 'ya? We leave in the morning."

Lila POV

Tonight's dream is different than the previous dreams.

Instead of standing apart, the man, and I are close together, close enough to kiss him, which I want to do so badly. But once again, I'm frozen, unable to move.

"Are you coming for me?" I find myself asking him.

"I'm coming for you." He says back. I can feel his breath on my face.

"I'll be waiting."

But the dream doesn't end there. The man is somehow able to move, unlike myself. His hand strokes my face, sending shivers down my spine. Oh, God I want him so bad. His lips find mine, and then he's kissing me, hard, and passionately. One word escapes his mouth: my name. And oddly enough, when we temporarily separate, one word leaves my mouth.

"Logan."

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