Disclaimer: It's not mine.

Summary: Crossover of X-Men and Harry Potter, HPArchangel, HPDM slash, LoganJean.

Teaser: What happens when Harry is sent to his grandfathers? What relation does he have to the X-Men?

James sat quite elegantly at the kitchen table. Wearing a white, crisp shirt and black slacks, he looked very much like the muggle fictional character James Bond. He sat with a slight slouch and had one leg over the other with his right ankle on his left knee. He was drumming his fingers against the glass table in front of him.

The mahogany furniture accented the forest green walls of Godrics Hollow. Behind him on the mantle of the fireplace in the family room was a portrait of his incipient family. His son, a baby of only 9 months, was sleeping peacefully in his wife's arms. She was lying across the black plush sofa, a green throw blanket on her legs. Her child's stomach was on hers and his head on her breast. As she took deep breaths, he floated on the waves.

James turned to look at his wife and son and saw both their angelic faces. His unruly black hair slewed across his head, he combed through it with his fingers. Lily had gone to Diagon Alley with his son. He'd been waiting patiently, but was starting to get upset.

He looked up at the portrait and eyed his painted self, then snickered. In the portrait he was on the floor, snoring away in unison with Lily's belly. He looked back at the bound book on the table in front of him, still deciding whether or not to show Lily.

He stood from his seat and then instantly pounded the table. Frustration, anger, sadness overwhelming his senses. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of brandy from the wine storage. Quickly pouring a glass, he downed it in one gulp.

Just as he poured his second glass, a whoosh of flames erupted from the fireplace. Out stepped Lily, Harry, and a short man carrying several bags. James rushed in, paid the short man and took the bags from him. The short man threw floo powder into the fireplace and sped off to 'Diagon Alley'.

"Oh, Lily love, what took you so long?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Harry wanted more and more things, and I just couldn't deny him."

She walked into the next room and Harry followed closely behind, his arms outstretched, fingers opening and closing, begging to be picked up. His mother sat an turned around acquiescing to her sons request picked him up and cradled him in her arms.

James watched the scene unfold and a smile graced his mouth.

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Finally, they put Harry to sleep and walked into the family room. James lay first on the plush sofa and Lily snuggled between his legs and into his arms.

"Lily, I think I have an idea." James said, hope and uncertainty dripping out his mouth.

"I don't know James; maybe we should just accept fate and let it happen." She sighed with resignation in her voice. Her battle for emotional freedom making its way to her last days.

"I've created something, a spell, and it might let us go with ease…." James looked down at his wife and waited. Lily turned her head to look up to see his eyes staring into hers and her eyes matching the intensity. Her hand floated onto his and their fingers entwined. She pushed her body up so that her lips could meet his. They kissed with sadness in them and then parted.

"I love you. Tell me what it is."

He drew in a breath, then exhaled letting all his fear, anxiety, and uncertainty escape, "I've created a reincarnation spell." Lily's eyes shot open and she quickly turned her head to look at James.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I've created a spell to allow our memories to dwell in an object for a certain amount of time and then release to someone. They'll receive the memories and they can have two sets, their own and ours. When the time comes, they'll seek out the last thing we witnessed". Throughout the entire explanation, Lily's eyes conveyed her emotions. Her shock, happiness, nervousness, and, of course, uncertainty.

She looked back up at her husband and after looking at him no more than two seconds and then glancing at the door to the room their son slept in, she made her decision and smiled at her husband.

"Let's do it."

"Wonderful."

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The next day, Lily and James made sure that Sirius and Remus would have Harry for the next two days. They didn't want anyone to interrupt their days alone, and probably their last days alone. First they went out shopping, but realized how much they truly were parents when they looked in their bags only to discover advanced toys, expensive clothes, and…diapers. All for Harry.

On their way out the store center, James bought Lily a beautiful necklace. On the icy silver stone was a beautiful majestic black dragon with grey eyes that swam in the stone.

Sirius had to drop off Harry for an hour the next day, so Lily and James postponed the ceremony till later that night. At the moment, James was deep in the walk-in closet.

"Dear, have you seen my dragon hide cuff links?" James was searching for his nicest outfit and hoped his wife would know where his cuff links were.

"Dear?!"

He still hadn't heard a response and was now entering a new state of worry.

"Dear, please answer me!"

Panic in his voice and mind, he ran out the closet, out the room, down the stairs and through the house all the while shouting, "Dear!?" and "Lily!" He walked out the house, or rather, ran out the house to the patio.

"Dear?!!"

"Yes James? What's wrong?" He turned to the startling voice to see his wife, calm as the sea, sitting with Harry in her lap, rocking back and forth.

"Where were you?! I've been screaming your name running around the house."

Lily, realizing James distress, opted out of telling him that he had a silencing charm on the house. She put the bouncing boy in the outdoor playpen and walked to her husband to embrace him. She whispered into his ear.

"I love you. Don't worry. I'm fine, it's okay. Shhh… I love you."

He instantly eased into her embrace, but the relief inundating his body was too much and he fell to his knees. Clutching at her stomach, he sobbed into her flowing skirt. She only smiled and held his head to her, her son making sounds from the playpen.

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In the next hour after Lily comforted her husband, Sirius and Remus had come to pick up Harry. They took him so that Lily and James could get some "alone" time, or so they were told.

Making it into the living room, they pulled out all the materials needed for the spell. Both looked at the coffee table and, down on their knees, about to create the potion, they looked at each other and smiled.

Two hours later, with the potion created, James and Lily laid on the couch. James had his back to the sofa and Lily was spooned into his body.

"Are you ready to do this, dear?" A twinkle of a tear lay in his eyes, "Should we take this chance? It may very well kill us…"

"James?" Lily turned her face to look directly into his eyes, with no mask of emotion, sadness was overwhelmingly obvious in her voice and her tears, "we'll die soon anyway."

James displayed a sad smile, let his tear fall onto Lily's cheek and let a lingering kiss to his wife fall on her lips.

"I love you so much, Lily."

They stood up and moved to opposite sides of the table. James handed Lily a vial and they gave one last reassuring glance towards each other.

"I love you as well, James."

They nodded a 'go' to each other and downed the icy blue potion. They both spoke the incantation in another language. As soon as James incited the last word they took a temporal apparation.

James transported to a room that housed a sleeping man. It was a hotel like room, very cozy. The man had dark hair, fair skin and a scruffy amount of facial hair.

Lily on the other hand saw a woman who had red hair like hers. She was sleeping with a man that had red sunglasses on. The woman had stunning blue eyes and was looking at her bedmate with worry.

Both Lily and James transported back.

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That was the end of the second chapter. I would NOT mind if someone wanted to help me out on this story. It's BIG, I mean, REALLY BIG. I need some help and I won't be afraid to admit it. I love my story line and I don't want this one to go to waste like the others. By the way, Protected By His Blue Flames is finished. I just don't have the energy to type it out…Maybe if some fans of mine were to send some reviews on it, that say they actually want me to finish it… Damn it! Please send reviews. Constructive criticism is 'welcomed'.