Sorry about not updating before now. I had a long few months. Here is the fast lane version.

1. Graduated college and fought for my teaching certificate thanks to the horrid woman I student taught for. Managed to get my certificate.

2. Fought the state of Michigan to gain a permit to substitute teach. Finally got that.

3. In February landed a full time teaching position. Life got really crazy.

4. Got hired back to teach, now having family drive me nuts and my brother is leaving to Georgia for Basic Training in three weeks for the United States Army.

5. This site went haywire with deleted stories and I nearly took mine down.

Good News: finally got a chapter up. It is my longest, but not sure if I like it. Took me forever to get it right.

Disclaimers are in the first few chapters. See those before trying to sue me. I have nothing of value except one Cocker Spaniel/Black Lab puppy. She will snuggle you to death.

Goblin Kidnapping

After 12 long hours and much panic, (the poor armrests of the seat would never be the same again), Logan finally had his feet back on solid ground. He had never been so relieved in his life.

What's the matter? Still don't like flying after all these years? Wolverine laughed in his head.

Shut up, you damn beast. If we were meant to fly we would have been born with wings. Besides, we have a much more pressing problem. How in the hell are we going to get to Surrey? I don't have a clue as to where that is, let alone understand what some of these people are saying. I thought the Brits spoke English?

Bah. You humans speak way too much. Much easier being wolf.

So you say.

Logan saw the baggage claim sign flashing his flight number. He stalked over and grabbed his black pack and the blue duffel bag that Storm had bought for his puppy. He still hadn't solved the problem of getting to Surrey. He knew he could take a taxi, but how much would that cost, where would he stay to sleep, and how would he convince his wife's (supposedly) sister to let him take the kid?

"Are you James Howlett?"

Logan whirled around to face the speaker. "That depends on who wants to know." He growled, poised to strike if any sudden moves were made.

A young man was staring at him. He had long red hair in a ponytail, a tooth hanging in one ear, and a long trench coat on.

Logan raised his eyebrow.

"Hello, my name is Bill Weasley. I have come to escort you to Gringotts."

"Just how in the hell did you know that I was coming?" Logan snarled. "And why should I trust you. You barely look like you are out of school, let alone someone who would work for a bank."

His beast softly growled in the background. He didn't like this any more than his host did.

"The goblins at Gringotts make it their business to know all important matters pertaining to their customers. They received a mysterious letter from Lilly Potter, determined that it was not a forgery, and have followed her instructions to the letter. And for your information, I am nineteen and a full adult. I was hired by Gringotts and given the task of escorting you to the bank." Bill stated through his teeth as politely as he could. –This man really rubs me the wrong way. I am not some kid!-.

He tells the truth.

"Thanks for the offer bub, but my first priority is to get to my pup. I don't give a damn what your bank wants from me, the kid is my number one priority right now."

Logan swung his bags onto his back and made to stride past the young wizard.

"I am sorry, sir, but I must insist that you come with me." With that, Bill grabbed Logan's arm and activated a portkey that he was given by his boss.

Logan had one second to breathe before a nasty swirling sensation whisked him away.

THUD!

Logan sprung up from where he fell, snarling and claws out, ready to cleave Bill in two for his stunt. He swung at the redhead, and Bill ducked just in time, only losing a little bit of hair off the tip of his ponytail.

"Mr. Howlett, how nice of you to join us. Welcome to Gringotts Wizzarding Bank. I am Sharpaxe, and I was charged with your affairs by the late Lilly Potter. I do hope you had an enjoyable trip from the States." Sharpaxe sneered.

Logan spun from glaring at Bill (who was currently cowering on the floor) to glaring at the Goblin.

Logan snarled. "Just who the hell do you think you are, taking me from an airport before I can get to my son? I don't remember being a part of this creepy and messed up world of yours, and nor do I care! You will put me back in that airport so that I may find my pup and get the hell out of Britain! You got me bub!"

He smells dangerous. I don't like it. Put your claws to his throat and make him tell us where our pup is!

Shut up! I can only handle so much at a time!

"I am sorry, Mr. Howlett, but I must insist that you work with me first. We have many things that need to be covered before you will be able to protect your son. May I suggest that we go to my office? We seem to have gotten a lot of attention."

Logan was still pissed and looking for a fight. He hated being thrust into unfamiliar situations and was in no mood to handle by-standers.

"All you damn Brits have about five seconds to get the hell out of here before I gut you and then throw you out." He snarled.

There was dead silence. Then, pandemonium. Everyone rushed out of there as fast as they could, scrambling over each other to get to the doors first.

Run, Run you cowards!

Are you done yet?

No, I've got one left. RUN little rabbits, run!

I swear I'm going crazy.

"Well, that was effective. Mr. Weasley, you may go home for the next few days, but be ready to leave again for Egypt within a week."

"Yes, sir." Bill replied. Anything is better than staying with this fucking lunatic. I mean, look at those claws! I have seen Egyptian curses that were safer to my health than this guy.

"Now then, if you would please follow me Mr. Howlett, I will escort you to our medical ward."

"What the hell for? I ain't sick and there is no way I am going anywhere with you." Logan's temper was really boiling now. No one had given him a good reason for why he was here.

"As per Mrs. Potter's instructions, you are to have a full physical and magical cleaning to ensure that there is no harmful residue from your past that may harm the child. Harry can sense magic, so you as his father, must be able to ground him so that he can maintain control in his current fragile state. You are currently tainted with a lot of dark magic, so we must get that off of you. The ritual is painful, but very necessary. Also, we must deal with your large memory gap. You have forgotten about being a wizard and we really can't entrust the savior of this world to you unless you understand all the facts. Now, you can move on your own, or we will move you." Sharpaxe replied.

"Who the hell is we, and I don't think so."

Sharpaxe sighed with fake sorrow, "Oh well, I guess we get to do this the fun way." He gave an evil grin that was full of pointy teeth.

Umm, host. I don't like that look.

What, you scared of something that barely comes past our knees?

Look and then you'll know why.

Fucking chicken.

Oh…shit.

While Logan was distracted, five Goblin guards carrying tridents had circled around him. Sharpaxe had stepped back and was watching the show with the same creepy grin.

Logan crouched, waiting for the first idiot to move. The Goblins, however, didn't make a move. Instead, they started glowing.

What the fuck are they doing?

I don't know!

"It seems Mr. Howlett is being stubborn and needs to be escorted to the cleansing room. Please see to it that he gets there. I will make sure that a medic is there." With that Sharpaxe disappeared through a short doorway.

The five guards didn't say a word. They simply watched Logan.

I don't like this, I don't like this, I DON'T LIKE THIS!

Shut up you fucking chicken and help me think of a way to get out of this! Why are you so scared of them anyway?

I don't know, but they are starting to look like Storm when she is ready to electrocute someone.

You got a point.

The creepy yellow glow slowly inched toward Logan.

What the hell? I can't move!

The glow worked its way around Logan's still frozen form and lifted him from the ground.

Logan was scared shitless. He had never been so afraid in his life. This was not Jean's gentle lifting with her telepathic powers. No, this was much scarier, as Logan didn't trust these goblins any farther than he could throw them.

The goblin guards slowly started to walk. They traveled around the teller's desks and into a hidden stone hallway that was artfully disguised in the architecture of the building. This was all lost on Logan, however, since he was still panicking. Even his beast couldn't help calm him down.

The hallway was dark and any normal person wouldn't have been able to see a thing, but the Goblins had no trouble finding their way to the room.

Logan was so pissed he could barely form a thought.

Just wait until you release me you F&^&%*$s! I'll rip you limb from limb!

His beast was strangely silent. For the first time ever, he was cowed. He was an alpha, someone who was strong and who couldn't ever show fear. But when the goblins immobilized him, he was truly helpless. He wasn't sure if these goblins could be trusted, but he had no choice. His host couldn't break free from whatever strange force this was.

His host wasn't taking it so well.

The goblins finally came to a stop, and Logan stopped his inner ranting to look around the room. It was a great circular stone chamber with a huge domed ceiling. There were no decorations on the wall and no windows to show the time of day. Wall sconces with flickering torches were the only source of light. It reminded Logan of some twisted dark ritual room. On the floor there were several circular strips of what appeared to be symbols carved into the floor, with a large clear spot in the very center.

Sharpeaxe and another goblin, this one female based upon her dress, were already within the chamber. A small table held some jars and other strange equipment that Logan didn't want to think too closely about.

"Place him in the center. He won't be able to move once there." The female goblin's voice sounded like tumbling rocks and grated on Logan's very sensitive hearing.

The guards obeyed. They walked over the center circle and released their magic that was holding Logan still.

At this point Logan was all set to sprint out of there as fast as he could. He wasn't going to stick around for whatever sacrifice these goblins were going to make of him. He didn't register the fact that he still couldn't move until he tried to bunch his legs in preparation for flight.

He tried to move again. His legs still refused to move.

He growled. "You let me the fuck out of here you damn witch doctor! I want no part of whatever the hell that you are doing!"

"Cease your foul tongue this instant!" the she goblin snarled. "If your father, who I knew quite well, could hear you now, you wouldn't sit for a week! And he wouldn't care if you are an adult; you should always act your age! Now, silence!" With that final comment, she silenced him with a spell and got back to work.

Sharpeaxe and the other goblins were watching closely. She was a Master Sage, one of the few left in the goblin nation, and it was a special privilege to be able to watch one work.

"Is there anything that you need yet Master Sage?" Sharpeaxe asked.

"I will need to borrow your magic as well as the guards. I have never seen so many blocks on a person before. This will be incredibly painful for him, but well worth it in the end."

Logan and his beast did not like the sound of that at all. They were used to pain, but avoided it when they could.

"He has several magical blocks on him, to the point where I don't even know how he can function; he has several memory charms on him, for what purpose, I don't know; he has a bullet that is still in his brain, which is rather amazing; and he seems to have a beast similar to a werewolf that is sentient within his conscious. Truly remarkable! I have no idea how he can still stand."

"Your scans told you all of that with just one try!" Sharpeaxe exclaimed.

"No need to act so surprised, Sharpeaxe. I have been doing magic before you were even thought of. Now, the runes are set. I need to you to place yourselves around the circle where you see a small space."

The goblins all moved to their places.

"As his beast is a sentient being, that will have to be left alone. The rest of it will be removed one at a time. I think it will be best if we start with his memory blocks. Some of them have started to unravel, but they still have a large hold on him. I think it would be easiest if we laid him flat on the floor and put him to sleep. Some of these memories are going to be shocking." The goblin Master Sage glared at Logan. "You will cooperate with me, and you will not put up a fuss. I need to make you as comfortable as possible, as it will get very nasty when these are set loose. You will re-experience the memories; all the pain, joy, and heartbreak all over again. Now, nod if you will cooperate."

Logan, for once in his life, decided to cooperate. He nodded.

One of the guards snapped their fingers and Logan could move again. He slowly laid down on the stone floor. Not the most comfortable place to sleep, but he had experience sleeping in worse places. The back of his truck while in Canada came to mind.

I hated it when we had to do that. Why you wouldn't give in and find a cave in the woods I don't know.

If I did that smart one, then Sabertooth would have been able to find me even more easily. We would be a sitting duck. Yes, we could have blockaded the cave, but that wouldn't have stopped him for long. Now hush, some more of that freaky stuff is going on.

"Now that everyone is ready, I need you, Mr. Howlett, to relax and just let things happen. I do know what I am doing. Sharpaxe, guards; I need you to open your magic channels so that I can access your power. I can only do so much on my own. Ready? Alright, here we go!"

She started chanting in some guttural language that Logan couldn't follow. He wondered if he was supposed to feel anything yet.

Suddenly, his world went black.

The goblins in the chamber allowed their magic flow to the Master Sage. They watched as each of the rune rings glowed softly and they watched the human stiffen up like a board.

All that was left to do was wait. The runes would keep stabilized without their magic now that the spell was in motion.

Sharpaxe just hoped that Logan would finally remember who he was.