Wolverine's Pup

Hello! This is my first story on and I am rather excited about it. I don't have a Beta reader, but if there are some glaring mistakes, please let me know. Please don't send me Flames. If you don't like the story, that is fine, but only constructive critism will help me to be a better writer.

Warnings: This story will contain some swear words, violence, spanking of pre-teens, and a mix of X-men characters and Harry Potter characters. If you don't like, then please don't read!

Enjoy!

A Strange Dream

Logan was having a strange dream. Not that he hadn't had many strange dreams before, but this one was by far the strangest.

In his dream there were flying broomsticks, dragons, a snake faced man, a Snivilus (what the hell was that anyway?), a friendly werewolf (which, if Logan had been awake, would have caused him to raise his eyebrow sky high), and a mutt that happened to be his adopted brother and best friend. None of it made sense. There was no such thing as flying broomsticks and dragons. Werewolves? Are you kidding? Where did his brain come up with this kind of stuff? Chuck had tried to help him with his memories, but now Logan wasn't sure if he was sane anymore.

Oh, my poor James. You have forgotten so much, and have been through way too many battles.

….What the Hell?

Since when were there voices in his head? Maybe all those heavy hits from all his fights had finally sent him around the bend. Having bullets fired into your brain didn't help matters either.

His thoughts were interrupted by a tinkling laugh.

James, you are so hard headed, no one would ever be able to hit you hard enough to do any damage. As for the bullets, all they did was make you forget me and our son.

Son? Now just wait one damn minute here! What son?

... calm down Logan, just breathe. It's just a voice in your head. None of this is real. Now, try and go back to sleep, and for God's sake don't drink a beer before bed.

Don't you dare ignore me JAMES ALLEN HOWLET!

Okay, now the voice was getting scary. Yet, it was starting to sound familiar. The animal in Logan started to growl. He didn't like what was going on, but there was nothing to fight, so the wolverine could do nothing. It made him feel weak.

Suddenly, a young woman appeared in his dream. She was stunning, and Logan had seen a lot of stunning women in his long life. Copper red hair flowed in loose curls down to the middle of her back, outshining even Jean's hair. Her frame was small, but had just the right size of everything that Logan had no problem with drooling over the sight. Her eyes, a beautiful forest green that rivaled the color of the moss in Ireland, were narrowed in anger. Logan couldn't help but want to cower from that stare. For all that he was a well-built man, there was one thing his many years had taught him: pissed off women are scarier than any other foe out there and no matter how many muscles you had or how many fights you got into, nothing was worse than being confronted with an angry female.

I am not some random voice in your head! Honestly, you would think after knowing each other for eight years you would remember your own WIFE! You made a fool of yourself often enough when trying to get my attention. How could you forget that?

Well darlin' I don't know who you are, so get out of my head. I want to get to sleep.

It would have been better if he had kept his mouth shut.

The young woman's hair started flowing in an unseen wind and her eyes had so much anger in them that Logan swore he saw flames.

How dare you! HOW DARE YOU, JAMES ALLEN! You aren't going anywhere until I say my piece!

She gave him a shove and Logan found himself tied to a damn wooden chair. Where did that come from? He tried to bring out his claws, but nothing happened.

Those claws of yours won't work here, so just relax until I have said what I came here to say. I can't believe how much you don't remember. We met in school together, when we were eleven years old. We attended a magic school, Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My name was Lily Evans and you had a huge crush on me. We spent seven years at school together and eventually got married. There was a war going on, and we were right in the middle, fighting alongside the Light to rid our world of the Dark Lord Voldemort. I won't bore you with details, when I send you to England I will tell you where to find books about what happened. While the war was going on, we found out that I was pregnant. We decided to go into hiding, using one of your friends as our Secret Keeper. No one would be able to find us unless the Secret Keeper told them. You chose young Peter Pettigrew, who turned out to be a traitor. That is one mess that you will have to fix after you get your son.

During our seclusion, we talked about what we would do if we died and our baby would be left alone. We decided to leave everything in a will and let Dumbledore (the Headmaster of Hogwarts) have a copy as well as the Goblins.

As interesting as this is darlin', what does that have to do with me?

Suddenly, a gag was formed around his mouth.

Don't interrupt me! In our will we asked the Headmaster to give our son to his godfather, Sirius Black, who was your best mate and adopted brother. We told him who our Secret Keeper was so if we were betrayed, he knew who was responsible.

So that's who that black haired person with the wicked grin was. Logan felt absolutely lost with all of this information. He was a simple guy. Growl, eat, drink beer, and fight. Simple.

The Headmaster, in all his wisdom, ignored our will entirely! He sent my precious baby boy to my horrible sister and your brother to Azkaban, the worst prison to exist on this Earth! I will get back to that later.

At this point, Logan was silently telling himself that this woman must have a few screws loose.

Our baby boy was born on July 31 and he was so beautiful. We named him Harrison James Howlet. He had dark brown messy hair and my green eyes. He also inherited both of our tempers and your mutant abilities. We were extremely happy, until the night that the traitorous rat told the Dark Lord where we lived. Dumbledore had told us of a prophecy stating that our son would defeat the Dark Lord, and that Halloween night, a year after little Harrison was born, he came for us. You first tried to fight him, but even you can't hold up to the killing curse. You weren't killed, due to your mutation, but you were knocked out and barely breathing. That must have been when some of your memories left.

Tears were now leaking out of her eyes, and Logan could only stare helplessly. Even if he could move he wouldn't have known how to comfort her.

The Dark Lord stalked up the staircase and into the Nursery. At this point I had already cast my protection enchantment that I had found in one of the family spell books. The Dark Lord fired the Killing curse and I used my life energy to protect our son. I have no idea what happened after that. What I do know is that since I connected a little of my life force to our baby, I have been able to watch him grow up at my sister's.

He is now five years old, and James, I want you to get your arse in high gear and get him out of there! They treat our baby like a slave! He does all the chores, gets beaten and bullied for the smallest things, very little to eat, and he thinks his name is FREAK!

She sends a glare at him and then talks slowly.

YOU….WILL…..GET…..HIM….OUT….OF…..THERE. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

Logan did what any smart man would do, nodded his head vigorously. He would do anything as long as she turned off the murderous look. He knew when to pick his battles (but rarely put it into practice).

Mmmphhhh. If I take that gag off, are you going to behave and not ask stupid questions?

Logan nodded his head vigorously.

I hate asking darlin', but are you sure the kid is mine? That you don't have another person by mistake?

Logan, again, should have kept his mouth shut.

Lily stormed at him, and then slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

She refused to recognize the pain in her hand.

I told you not to ask stupid questions! He is YOUR son and you will go and get him. Then you will go to the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts, and ask the Goblins for help. They have my separate will, one that I made after Dumbledore gave us the prophecy. I didn't trust him, so I made sure that I had a back-up plan. I can't help our son since I am dead. All I can do is make sure that you go and get him and give him a better life. He has been beaten so badly, he reacts more like a wild animal than a human. You will have to tame him in order to have him live in society. This won't be easy, but I trust that you can do it. I don't have much time left, so I will have to rush this last bit.

My sister lives at #4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England. Her name is Petunia Dursley and all you have to do is get our son and take him into London. You are looking for The Leaky Cauldron, a pub that only a few can see. Ask the barkeeper, Tom, to open Diagon Alley for you. The bank is a large white marble building. From there, all you have to do is ask for a goblin named Sharpaxe. He will recognize you and will answer the questions that you have. While you are in the Alley, go to Flourish and Blott's bookstore. There you will find books about the war.

Good luck, my wolverine. You will need it. Our son is quite a handful.

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. There were tears in her eyes, but they held so much love in them, Logan and the wolverine couldn't help but feel wanted. Logan hadn't felt loved in a long time, and wished that she could stay with him, even though she was a little violent.

I love you, my wolverine. Take care of our baby.

She then turned and faded away from him.

THUMP!

Logan groaned and barely opened his eyes to take in his surroundings and figure out what the hell had woken him up. He was on the floor of his bedroom at Professor Xavier's school. Logan shifted and stood up, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching his body until he felt his spine popping.

Damn, what a strange dream that was. A son I can't remember and a woman that I married yet don't know who she is, or was. It was official; no more beer before bed, period.

Remember, your son is at #4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England.

Alright…maybe that did really happen. This was too weird for Logan's mind. He would talk to Chuck later and try and figure it out. Right now all he really wanted was a hot shower and coffee.

One thing was for sure. His life just got much more interesting. He wasn't too sure on being a father, but the kid had no one else. The wolverine growled. Protect the cub, if it is ours.

Logan always listened to his beast, as it had never steered him wrong yet.

He lumbered to the shower in his room, making plans to talk to Chuck and then go and get his cub.