I don't own X-Men or Harry Potter; they belong to Marvel, Warner Bros. and J.K. Rowling and maybe some other people.
Just so you know, I'm basing Cerebro on what I've seen from the movies. And Wikipedia is a lifesaver… a very unreliable lifesaver, but a lifesaver nonetheless.
Oh and I know it wasn't Stryker who created Wolverine in the comics, but I want to co-inside with the films, much easier to follow.
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Professor Charles Francis Xavier, founder of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, leaned back in his wheelchair and sighed. Not a two days ago, he had been searching the world with Cerebro to find mutants in need of help and had found a boy with mutant powers unusually similar to one of his X-Men, Logan.
The first was healing powers. This boy, well, young man, had been shot in the head, died, and returned to life. A feat that was physically impossible, but had happened. Surviving a bullet to the head would entail for ones skeletal structure to be made entirely from Adamantium and healing powers that could heal a broken bone in less than a millisecond.
The second, were the claws that extended from in between his knuckles, except in bone instead of Adamantium. Heck, the boy even looked incredibly like him.
But as soon as the claws had retracted, Charles lost the link to him. It was if he also had the ability to shield his mind from mental attacks.
And so, Professor Charles Francis Xavier rolled down the hall, away from Cerebro, and into a large elevator to the levels above to begin his lessons for the day.
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Remus Lupin was beginning to get worried. Harry hadn't written at all. They had passed the six days mark, and Remus should have received two letters from his surrogate Godson. No one else was worried though. They were worrying about Voldemort's recent activities. Not even Ron and Hermione were worried – though, that might be due to the fact that Dumbledore had told them not to write to him as now was a time for Harry to grieve.
If Harry didn't write to him within the next three days, Remus Lupin would go and personally sort out the Dursleys.
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Sabretooth picked up the boy from the passenger seat and carried him onto a small, privet jet, before dropping him into a seat and buckling him in. Toad began hopping up and down in his seat, asking where they were going.
"Canada," growled Sabretooth, throwing a brown paper bag at him, containing some fast food he'd picked up for the annoying toad. "Don't ever expect me to get you food again."
Toad bit into the cheeseburger and nodded. "So," began Toad, still chewing. "Why we going to Canada?"
"I need to see… an old friend." Sabretooth smirked and Toad shivered.
"You give me the shakes every time you do that."
"Just shut up, and fly the fucking plane."
The hyperactive kid sat down and shut up.
About halfway through the flight, Toad put the jet on autopilot and hopped into the back. He looked at the boy lying in the seat and let out a low whistle. "Maaan, that guy is fucked up," he stared at a small mark that was slowly fading away. "Is that a bullet wound? Can this guy heal himself?"
Sabretooth gave a feral grin. "Just like Wolverine. Got the claws too."
Toad gulped and began to back away slowly.
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Doctor Abraham Cornelius, lead scientist of the Third Instalment of Weapon X, sat and waited anxiously for Sabretooth to bring the new subject to him. Apparently, this one, male, around 5ft 6, was the perfect one. The one that could be the perfect weapon. The leading subject at Neverland. He already had the healing factor, the claws, and had survived a bullet to the head. The kid, even though Sabretooth had only described him over the phone, was apparently quiet strong, but incredibly scrawny. Though the strength to lift a 20stone could have just been adrenaline.
Sabretooth had wanted a reward for finding the new subject, but Cornelius wasn't the one to deal with when it came to money, but he'd talked to the director and they'd settle on a deal. Sabretooth would get a ten thousand dollars if the boy was worth it, but if he wasn't, he'd only get five hundred.
The Adamantium double doors swung open, and in walked Sabretooth, carrying an unconscious boy over his shoulder. Cornelius motioned for the great bulk of a man to drop the kid on the table. Stripping the boy of his clothes, he began to examine him after shooing Sabretooth from the room
"Hmm, looks malnourished. You say he has the healing factor, and bone claws? My, my, it seems you might have outdone yourself. No long term scars, except one on the forehead. Now, where was it only Wolverine? Ah yes," he picked up Harry's left arm and lightly pushed a finger on the centre of his palm and another just below the elbow. Three long bone white claws extended and Cornelius' eye's lit up with glee. "Excellent, excellent."
A groan escaped from Harry, and Cornelius remembered he hadn't yet sedated his specimen.
"Where am I?" Harry managed to get out. Cornelius grinned.
"Your new home. Welcome to Neverland."
Cornelius jabbed the needle into Harry's arm and watched as the nearly lethal dose anaesthetics took hold of Harry's body. As soon as he was sure the kid was out, he began his tests.
"Having fun?" asked a voice from behind Cornelius, causing him to jump. "Status?"
"Definitely useful, Sir. He seems to be exactly what Sabretooth said, though I haven't yet had the chance to test his healing abilities."
Cornelius turned around to face the man behind him. The man, named William Stryker, nodded. Wearing a white mask over his disfigured face, a leaving note from the first of Weapon X, Wolverine. "Proceed."
Cornelius nodded, and taking a scalpel, made a downward incision in Harry's chest. Cornelius' eyes lit up with glee.
"Whoa!" shouted the doctor as blood licked the scalpel, burning it away. "Amazing!"
Quickly, he removed the instrument and looked at it closely. It had been eaten away right down the blade and shaft. The end was still bubbling and sizzling.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
Stryker growled. "What's amazing?"
"It seems that this boy has a poison in his blood that eats away at anything that try's to get into his system. It's the perfect defence mechanism. His healing factor is even better than Wolverine's." Cornelius stated as he ran a finger over where he'd made the incision.
"Yes, I can see that. But why is it 'Absolutely Amazing'?"
Cornelius held up the still sizzling scalpel. "This was Adamantium."
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Ronald Weasley was scared. And not scared, frightened-scared, but anxious-scared. There was something wrong with him and he didn't know what to do.
His usually vivid orange hair was on fire. But he couldn't feel it. It was if someone had placed a Flame-Freezing charm on it, but he couldn't smell the singeing of hair burning.
Trying to put it out, Ron only made the fire shoot up his arms and spread all over his body. Letting out a small scream, Ron grabbed the old fish tank on his window ledge, pointed his wand at it and shot a stream of water into it until it was full. He then lifted it up with Wingardium Leviosa and tipped it over himself. The fire extinguished, but not before Ron's clothes had been fried.
A knock sounded at the door and Fred and George's voices came through. "What's happening in there, Ronniekins?"
"Does our Iddy Ickle Ronniekins have a… personal problem?"
They both burst out laughing, and apparated into the room. Luckily, by this time Ron had put most of his clothes on, but their comments made him blush and it started all over again.
The Twins shared a quick look, before taking out their wands and putting Ron out.
Ron looked away. "Just go away."
"No way, little brother."
"We know what you're going through."
Ron glared at his elder brothers. "And what is it I'm going through?"
They once more, shared a look and said in unison. "A mutation."
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