Okay well here it goes chapter two, this one is a lot longer and I am adding some more interaction with various characters that will be important to the later plot line so at least skimming this chapter is probably a good idea. I hope you all like this as much as you liked the original

Disclaimer: please check chapter one for all disclaimers from here on out

Two hours later Logan had successfully put the young boy to bed and had left night crawler with him, giving his instructions to get the older man when the little boy woke up. Mean while Scott and Logan were sitting in the parlor talking over all of the newly acquired information.

"Well it was difficult to say the least but I found his guardians." Scott said slipping threw the files he had printed.

"Ok Scott and where are the bastards?" Logan asked sitting forward in the high backed chair.

"Well, it was hell to get the info; they didn't have the kids' birth certificate, immunization shots, doctors' records, dental records, school records, or even fingerprints on file anywhere. I eventually had to contact the surrey representative and describe the kid to him. Apparently the kids' name is Harry James Potter and his wonderful guardians are Vernon and Petunia Dursley, who have a wonderful child name Dudley and look after a horrible juvenile delinquent called 'that potter boy'."

"Well this just gets better all the time. So where are they?"

"Well they are taking a much richly deserved vacation at Disney world in California but made a quick stop in New York before going there."

"Really? So how were they planning on accounting for 'that potter boy's' disappearance?

"They said that he was going to be given to a relative in New York, I've checked and they have no relatives, business dealings or any connections of any sort to New York."

"Yeah, wonderful people these Dursleys; so when are they heading back home?" Logan asked going to stand by the large bay windows that looked down on the darkened grounds.

"In about two weeks."

"Humph… So Scott, what are you doing for the next two weeks?"

"The usual, you?"

"If you can spare me I'm going to arrange a little welcome home party for these people."

"I'm pretty certain I can. I'm free for babysitting if you need it."

"Really, that would be great Summers, Any requests?"

"Yeah, make it good, make it last, and make it ruin their reputations."

"That I think I can do."

Logan went up to the little room he had left Harry in, night crawler was sitting next to the bed in an armchair reading a book, he waved when he saw Logan walk in.

"Hallo mein Freund you are here to see the little one Ja? He is sleeping right now."

"Yea I was commin up to say by to the kid, I'm hedin over the pond to talk with these relatives of his. Oh his names Harry by the way, tell him that when he wakes up wont cha?" Logan asked pushing the kids' hair back

"I'll tell him, don't worry Logan we'll take care of him." the blue fuzzy young man said smiling up at his teacher.

"I know Fuzzy I know, I'll be back in a few days, keep the kid busy while I'm gone wont cha?"

"Yeah we will Logan no worries." The younger man said turning to look at the tiny boy. The last thing he heard before Logan shut the door was a whispered sleep well.

Logan slipped in to the hall and made his way down towards the entry way where he found Ororo, she was standing in front of the main door apparently waiting on him. He told her what was happening and she seemed not in the least bit disturbed by it but she did seem protective of the boy. She of course offered her encouragement in her usual round about way and promised to help Scott and Night Crawler look after the kid. Logan was about to leave for Disney world when Betsy Braddock came along. "You weren't seriously thinking that you'd leave without me were you?" she asked flipping her long hair and raising an eye brow.

"Naw just was wondering if you'd show up." He said in reply

"Of course I was, those people give England a bad name and I intend to make sure that my brother knows about this, as well as make sure they are punished to the full extent of the law."

"Sounds good, I'm planning on tailing them for a while, find out what drives them nuts, and then I'm going to make sure that they get it and worse when they get home."

"My, you are evil though aren't you?"

"I try to be." So they left for their respective destinations, Betsy to England, and Logan to Disney land. When Logan arrived at Disney Land it was a simple matter for him to find the kids family, after he had stood in the line up for a couple of hours. They were in the food court getting their other kid, Dudley, some food. Logan wouldn't call it proper food for a growing kid to eat, all it was nachos, a corn dog and cotton candy with a giant tub of pop to wash it down.

"Now eat it all like a good boy Dinky Dumdums and then we'll go on the tea cup ride."

"But Mom, I wanted a chili dog!"

"You can have it later popkins"

Logan watched this scene with his eyes narrowed in disgusted fascination. The kid was as big as a baby whale now, with the way they fed him he'd be larger than the blob before he turned twenty, probably dead from heart disease shortly after. He was also a whiny brat that deserved to get his pampered arse kicked now. He was going to be an abusive asshole before he hit his teens and worse than that when he reached manhood. These parents were not doing him any favors and were certainly not adding to the betterment of society with the way that they were treating their own son. It may sound cruel but they did better by Harry than their own kid. At least he'd know better than to expect everything to be easy. Logan was worried that they'd see him but they never looked beyond their own noses. Christ on a bike, he could walk around yelling at the top of his lungs that he was following them as well as take flash pictures of them and then jump around naked in a circle in front of them and they'd never notice. He watched them from across the way and found himself morbidly amused by what he'd do to those people for hurting his family. The woman maybe related to the child but she would not get away with anything. He followed the family to the tea cup ride and made certain to stay well clear since the bloated idiot kid of theirs had just eaten. He did not want to catch any of vomit the kid would eventually spew. Sure enough not even a minute into the ride there was a loud retching sound followed by airborne vomit. The ride hadn't even been going that fast and the kid had gotten sick, right over the line. There was no way that that had been accidental. Logan took a couple more steps back as the vomit spattered at his feet. He was lucky that he hadn't gotten any on himself, but he was the only one in the immediate vicinity that could claim that. He looked over to where a young girl was crying out to her mom. Seemed her favorite sun dress was an unfortunate victim of the fly by spattering. Logan felt sympathy for the girl, she hadn't done anything wrong. All she had wanted was to wear her pretty dress in Disney land today. Logan looked around at the people that had been gathered too close to the rides. The majority of them were covered in vomit. The ride operator stopped the ride and looked at the Dursleys with disgust. It was possibly the first time that anyone in his memory had gotten sick on the ride. The operator walked calmly up to them and started talking in a low voice so as not to embarrass them in front of everyone. "Sir, ma'am I'm goona hafta ask you to leave and get the boy someplace to clean up, maybe go see the nurse in case there's something wrong with him."

"What are you talking about" Vernon swelled with indignation "There is nothing the matter with Dudders, but I will be speaking to my lawyer regarding this ride, and the food that they serve here."

"Be that as it may, you should get the boy looked after, maybe get him to apologize to the poor people in the line up that got the worst of it."

"What! Apologize for doing what! My Dudders was not feeling well so he had every right to do what he did, it was just those slack-jawed yokels bad luck that they were there when he did."

"Sir! A little girl's sun dress is ruined, and I'll bet that there are more people with equally ruined things in the line, and they do deserve an apology from your son for ruining their day by vomiting on them. And since you clearly can't read I'll read that notice up there for you, you know the bright red one that says 'wait one hour after eating before you go on the rides'. Now if you would please leave the ride and get the boy cleaned up…"

"Fine! But I will be discussing your behavior with the manager."

"You do that."

Vernon stormed through the line up, cursing at everyone who got in his way. He even managed to make the little girl with the splattered sun dress cry. As if that weren't enough the cold bitch of an aunt came sniffing along right after him, glaring coldly at the people, as if was their entire fault that her precious son had gotten sick. Then along came the baby whale, smirking as though he had pulled some grand hilarious joke and sneering at the still crying girl. He did not even have the decency to look even slightly ashamed of himself for what he did.

Logan glared at the boy before he sauntered away. He had made certain that the fat blob had seen him glare. He walked away while he mentally counted the seconds before he heard the thumpthumpthump of the fat little turds' daddy running up behind him. He knew exactly what his opening move would be too. He was very happy to know how right he was when the much larger man grabbed him by the back of his coat and tossed him a couple of feet away. He then proceeded to punch him with everything he had. He was mostly depending on his bulk which was good news to Logan cause that meant that a) he was an amateur b) he would be easy to take care of and c) he couldn't do much damage. Logan waited patiently for a few minutes before he kicked the man firmly in the chest and sent him flailing backwards into the nearby trash cans which, ironically, had vomit in them. Logan stood up casually and walked over to stand in front of him. He said nothing to the still sputtering man, but he did glare and he allowed every inch of his contempt and disgust through with that glare. He saw the man get up and try to get his footing for another attack. Logan sent him the warning look which would stop most men cold in their tracks.

"Don't even think about starting up with me bub, I'm the best there is at what I do." He let himself give Vernon a cold smile before he said "And what I do ain't very nice."

Vernon sank back against the wall, completely defeated. Oh he would come up with something to save face later on but for now he was cowed. Logan grinned feral as he walked away. He hadn't been following them all day and he already knew what drove them crazy.

The man was worried about his macho pride, well Logan could fix that. The woman was worried about keeping everything neat. The boy loved possessions. They all cared about their social status and their appearance in other people's eyes. Well all those things were easily remedied. Logan chuckled quietly as he headed to the airport. He would be on his way to surrey England, meet with Betsy and Brian, and see what they thought of his idea for revenge. He might also want to rip a strip off of whatever doddering old fool had left Harry with those people to begin with. He started on his way to England with a song in his heart and a cold cruel smile on his lips. When Logan arrived at the airport he was greeted by the welcome sight of both Betsy and Brian Braddock waiting for him. He sauntered over to them as they waved him over to their mode of transportation. He wasn't surprised to find that it was a limo.
When the vehicle started moving Brian started telling him all that he knew about what they had found out about the kid so far.

"Well Logan, it looks like you happen to be related to a hero in the local wizarding populace. Apparently this kid, Harry Potter, was the reason that a certain dark wizard was defeated approximately four years ago. I haven't been able to track down anyone who is in charge of the wizards' child welfare system; at this point it looks as if they don't have any. Or if they do it is so disorganized that they might as well not have one. I can tell you this though; the one who happened to be the one to decide where Harry lived happened to be the most powerful wizard in the world, at least he was until Harry was born. His name is Albus Dumbledore, and I know where he works and I have tried to contact him multiple times but all I get is some old biddy named McGonagall who says that he is busy except for the last two times where I managed to talk to him for a few seconds."

"So you have no idea why that old fool had left him with those people?"

"Actually according to those that I did ask it was because he was supposedly safe there because of blood protection or some other twaddle that the barmy old codger made up. I had their house checked and rechecked, there was nothing there to protect him, and had never been anything there to protect him. He was literally dumped on these people's doorsteps on the grounds that he'd be safer there than anywhere else because of the blood protection that could be given to him there. And then he forgot to put the precious blood protection in that he had insisted was a necessity for him and was the only reason he was allowed to live there in the first place."

"So the person who is responsible for one of my family being tortured and abused on a regular basis is a crazy old coot who swears up and down that he needs blood protection to be safe and then abandons him with a group of strangers; powerful wizard or not, that bastards going to find out why you do not mess with my family."

"He is not just powerful he is also well respected, otherwise I would have had him up on charges by now."

"Like that makes any difference to me bub. He would have been better off surrendering to you than waiting for me, and you know it."

"Yes, and I did warn him, but he does not listen."

"Does he know that the kid was abandoned in New York?"

"Yes, he knew that he was going to be abandoned before they left for Disney land."

"Does he know what they did to him?"

"He denies it but Betsy can tell that he's lying through his teeth."

"So what does he thinks going to happen?"

"He believes that you are going to, to quote him, 'be reasonable and return the boy to his proper guardians where he well be well looked after.' I tried to tell him otherwise but I guess I'm just too nice."

"Well I certainly do hate to disappoint. So when are we going to meet this old bastard."

"Soon, we should be almost there. He wanted to meet at this place called the leaky cauldron. Just a warning though, he has no idea where the child is, I just told him that he was found abandoned in America."

"Well this is going to be fun."

The rest of the ride Logan mused over the things that he was going to do to this old bastard Dumbledore who had left one of his family to be hurt by that group of pigs; he was going to make each and every one of them pay dearly for what they had done. By the time they got to the leaky cauldron he was more then a little angry at the blasé treatment that this Dumbledore had given Harry. He opened the door and made sure he was at the ready in case it was a trap. What he saw was a great deal of people milling around. But he knew that not one of them was the man that he wanted. He wanted someone who was old, had a great deal of power, and was insane or more than likely, cruel and ruthless. He wandered around the open area and did not find him so he looked around the private dining areas and found someone with a scent that he figured was a perfect match. He walked in and stood at the doorway. There he was the ruthless cruel scumbag who had left one of his own to be treated worse than a dog. He was an old wizard with long flowing white hair and beard, dressed in gaudy purple robes and a pointed hat. He seemed to radiate energy and had a twinkle in his eyes, at least at first glance. If you looked closer you could see that it wasn't energy, and that twinkle looked more like a shrewd calculating glance if ever he saw one. He could immediately see through his attire, it was to make everyone underestimate him and think him a kindly if eccentric old man. Logan made sure his gaze held nothing and that his posture gave nothing away. He was going to have to be careful with this rat. He heard Brian and Betsy Braddock catch up to him. He stood in the doorway a few more moments before he stepped coldly in. The old fool held out his hand to shake his but Logan just stared at him. He finally spoke to the old fool.

"Albus Dumbledore I presume?"

"Why yes, young man, and you are"

"Logan… believe me old man the worst thing you have ever done is piss me off." The old fool looked at him in supposed bewilderment for a few moments. Logan could practically see the wheels in his head turning trying to find a way out of this predicament. He was also probably trying to turn this unfortunate event into something that would be favorable for him. Logan deepened his glare and snarled at the old man.

"I am sorry but I am afraid that I do not know why you are – er – put out with me. If you properly explain yourself then perhaps we can resolve this trouble."

"Fine then, you wants it spelled out fer ya then here it is old man. A couple 'a days ago I found a kid who'd been dumped in an alley in an extremely rough neighborhood. This kid had been severely abused in every possible way and then left to die. It was a miracle he hadn't been killed off and it was even more of a miracle that he had lived as long as he had. So I ask a few friends a mine on the police force if there've been any kids reported missing that fit his description, but there were none. I noticed he had a surrey accent so a friend of mine pokes around and finds out who he is and where he was staying. Another friend of mine finds out what doddering old asshole scum sucking excuse for a human left him there in the first place without checking to make sure he would be all right. This dirt bag it turns out he made up some bullshit story about the kid needing special protection that he could only get at his moms relatives but neglects to put these features on the house in question. Another friend of mine does extensive tests and finds that there are no magic security charms or any other such crap anywhere near on or around the house or people who were supposedly so crucial to his well being to begin with. So bottom line with this story and the reason I'm mad with you. A kid who turns out to be family a mine gets sent to a very abusive home because some limey piece of shit decides to play god with his life and as good as abandons him there without so much as looking to see what kinda people they were. He then goes on to not add any measures for security for said kid in question either from his relatives or from some other non existent evil scum suckers. This kid gets abused in every possible way every single blasted day until he is abandoned and left to die at the tender age of 5 by these people and then this jack ass is stupid enough to think that I'd let one a my blood relatives go back to that and act all nice for him cause he's a 'great and powerful wizard who is deeply respected by the wizarding community'. Sorry bub for not playing by your rules but when it comes to my family I don't take lightly to someone ill treating them for any reason. So if you would kindly stay the fuck away from my kin I won't hafta kill ya and put yer entrails on display for all to see."

Logan noticed him move his hand to his robe and noticed the smell change to one of intent to destroy. So he moved fast as heck and pinned the bastard against the wall with his knuckles close to his throat, his hand was wide enough that there were knuckles poking out on either side, before he had a chance to register the change in his posture.

"I wouldn't try starting anything if I were you bub. I doubt that'd you'd walk away with yer life."

"Whatever makes you think you'd have a chance, muggle?" The old bastard's voice was mocking if somewhat choked.

"I'll give ya three reasons. One" He slid the claw on the right side of the bastards' neck out "Metal negates magic thrown from a wand and I got a couple a dozen kilos of the most magic proof metal in existence on my bones. Two" He slide the claw on the other side of his neck out "I got six claws, three on each hand, that are covered in indestructible magic repelling metal and have yer name on them. Two and a half" He slide his third claw out halfway, just enough to make its presence known and tickle the skin of the bastards throat a little "You can kill me but I will come back about half an hour later and rip yer guts out for pissing me off. Believe me if you want to live ya don't want the third reason." He brought his face close to the old fool who had quickly gone from calculating to panicking. He had clearly made a major impression, now to make that impression stick. "Now then, old man, I think it's time I made myself clear. The kid is related to me and I will take care of him, he will be raised in a caring and loving home where you will not poke your old twisted nose. You will have no contact at all with him and should you or anyone else at your request attempt to make contact with him I will rip you to shreds. Should he come to harm at the hands of anyone in the magical community or if he should suddenly go missing by way of magic I will hold you personally responsible and torture all the information out of you and then I will dissect you. Should anything bad at all happen to him then I will hold you responsible and make you regret being born. I feel it only safe to warn you that while I'm not psychic and non magical I am a nasty piece of work with hyper senses that can not be fooled by magic. Try to disguise yerself, or sneak in in anyway, magical or not, I will know and I will kill ya within two seconds of sensing you. You get my drift old man?"

The old bastard actually looked too stunned to react. Probably was the first time in his life that anyone had told him how it was going to be instead of going along with what he said. Logan shook him hard and made him look at him. He felt something try to invade his mind. He gave his most feral smile.

"That ain't going to work bub. My specialty is giving psychics headaches without trying." The old man stopped trying to probe his mind. "My mind is like a psychological minefield. One wrong turn and yer mind gets blown up. Now as I was sayin' you understand where you stand in this whole issue? You have no rights to my kid in any way shape or form and you will stay out of his life or else you will lose yours?" The old bastard nodded.

"I can't hear you nod, now do you understand me." He shook him again.

"Yes I understand you. Please just leave."

"Good then, you won't mind my confiscating yer wand will you?" Before the old man had said anything Logan had dropped him and had taken his wand from him.
"If I'm in a good mood when I get outside I'll leave this in the street fer ya. How many pieces it is in depends on how well you behave yerself, if you get my drift." He swaggered away and saw Brian and Betsy Braddock in the booth looking at him in wry amusement. "Oh and one other thing, if you want to be really safe from me you will co-operate with my friends here, and they will charge you with endangering the life of a child plus however many other charges they can come up with. You will not contest them and you will willingly spend however many years they decide on in whatever prison they choose. If ya don't then you will have to deal with me a lot sooner than you would want to. By the way, their particular abilities make them immune to magic so don't try anything." Logan knew that this was a bluff but the old man was too shook up to notice.
So Logan made his way through the pub and decided that he would leave the old mans wand in the street, but not before he insured that it would not be of any use to anyone. He cut it into three with his claws and then stomped on the individual pieces into splinters. He swaggered on towards the nearest bus stop and waited for the bus that would take him too little Whinging.