And, here we are. Another chapter, hope your all real happy. Going to be starting work soon, packing and shipping for an air shipping facility. Third shift, fun stuff, really. Get an extra 55 cents for it though, so I'll be making ten dollars an hour, not bad. Only four hours a day though, so I may look into getting another job as well. That's enough of my life, lets take a look into the life of my mind, shall we. The story…not the other ones. Not sure if FF has a high enough rating to write that shit down. Have to go to AFF or something.

Anyway, on with the story.

Previously…

"Yes, very sad. But as I said, we have another chance. As you know, our technology has made leaps and bounds since our last project and I've been working on an adamantium alloy. If nothing more, it should make the claws and skeletal system a little bit stronger. It is untested, but with the help of Psi Borg, we were able to create a machine that will implant and remove memories, even skills."

"What kind of skills?"

"Things like languages, basic fighting, etc. Once his memory has been modified, it will give us a jump start on his training. What did you have in mind for him anyway?" The Doctor asked.

"To do the job that Wolverine failed to do." He said simply.

"Oh, this will be fun…"

Chapter 4: Weapon X

"Careful now…We don't want to damage…Oh never mind, he'll heal anyway. Just put him on the table over there." Doctor Cornelius said, as two brutes dumped his patient on the operating table. They left quickly afterwards so the Doc could get to work.

"I hope the accommodations have been to your liking." He asked the kid, only to receive a groan. The boy had been in one of the holding cells for close to a week now, receiving shots daily because he managed to wake up enough to ask a guard a question one night.

"Right, well, on with the tests then?" The man pulled a myriad of tools from his cupboard on the side and placed them on the table next to Harry. He made a rather deep gash along his bicep and cut out a small piece of muscle, fat, and skin. Satisfied, he injected a hypodermic needle into his arm and collected two pints of blood. Harry didn't make much noise after that.

"I've got a present for you." The man said with a demented smile. He pulled out a large silver collar and placed it around the boy's neck. There were two needles poking out from the inside and once it closed, they stuck into two arteries. "That is a multi purpose tool, so you should get good use out of it. Those needles will pump my anesthetics whenever your heart rate rises above a given speed. It also incorporates some new technology that I developed not too long ago. We don't know if you can teleport yet, but this will insure that don't. See you tomorrow, more tests!" The man in the white coat said excitedly.

(X)

'Where am I?' Harry thought as he felt himself being tossed onto a thin mattress. The place was cold and dark, wherever it was. It looked slightly familiar, like he had seen it once before, but he could not be sure. 'Azkaban?' Was his last thought before he heard several screams and an annoying buzzing sound met his ears. A stinging sensation was felt at his neck and he knew no more.

(X)

"And to which setting? Oh, maximum, I think." The clearly demented man said with glee. A loud hum sounded throughout the room.

"Do you know how muscle mass is created, my friend? No? I'll tell you then. Muscle is created through exercising the muscles in such a way that micro tears form along it. The muscle then heals itself over the next few days, making it stronger. That is what the pain is when you workout. That or a large build up of lactic acid, but that has nothing to do with what we are doing today. This machine behind you uses microwaves to create tears in the muscles, just about all the muscles. Instead of micro tears, we will be creating nano tears, which are much smaller, but you will be able to heal them almost instantly. All this means that you will have an increase in muscle mass by the time you leave this table." The Doctor explained to his 'patient',

The small table slid slowly along its guides until it was inside of a large machine that resembled a cat scan. The loud hum increased to a dull roar as one by one, facets of light turned on inside of the machine.

"There is one little drawback to using this technique though." He warned the boy, as a loud groan could be heard even through the humming of the machine. "The microwaves like to tear up everything that is thinner then muscle. Namely, your skin, so I'm afraid that it will have to go. Hair too." He said with a laugh. Harry's groan rose to become a mumbled scream as he felt his skin being torn apart, little by little, even through the anesthetics. The Doctor watched in fascination as the skin of the boy disappeared everywhere but at two places that were protected by an adamantium cover; his eyes and groin area. Not even he was that cruel.

Blood seeped off of the body in torrents, only to be stopped by the microwaves and turned into scabs. This stopped the blood from flowing as much, until the microwaves tore through the hard blood shell and the process began over again. During this time, tiny tears had been made along his muscles and healed rapidly. Within ten minutes he had gained nearly twenty pounds of muscle across his body and lost a nearly lethal amount of blood. The machine was turned off and Harry slowly came out of it, twitching every so often.

"Oh, very nice. You no longer look like a drowned rat, of course, you no longer look alive either…but sacrifices must be made. We'll have to give you an increased protein supplement in your I.V. from now on, as well as a large blood transfusion. Your body should begin recreating your blood in the next couple minutes, but the transfusion will help. Just a couple more sessions like this and you will look presentable. Your epidermis should grow back within the next 24 hours, so we will see you in, what? Two days then? Have to make sure you have strengthened your skin once it is re-grown." The Doctor told the boy, who resembled something that had been hit by lightning and then flash fried.

(X)

"Glad to see you again, boy. You know, we really should give you a name. You've been here what, three weeks already? Yes, you need a name. I'll ask the Director if he can give you one. He doesn't trust me with names ever since I suggested calling 'Copycat' juggs. One little joke…Oh well, enough of that. You haven't been sedated since yesterday, so you should be coherent enough to at least respond. Can you hear me?"

"Ugh…Wh-where am I?" Harry asked groggily. Everything was bright, so bright. He tried to focus, and things became much clearer, but still foggy. His whole body felt foreign to him, thicker, and much too stiff.

And his skin felt too tight. Almost as if he had been holed up in the hospital wing for too long.

"See, I said you would not remember. I'm Doctor Cornelius, and you are in the New Neverland facility. You wouldn't be awake right now if I didn't need your feed back. Now, I've got to tell you, boy, you have the most interesting energy signature of any mutant I've ever encountered. Very interesting indeed…"

"I feel…wrong…mutant?" Harry mumbled.

"Well that is to be expected, boy. You lost nearly your entire epidermis, that's your skin, three times so far. You lost all of your hair, its just now starting to come in again. Re-growing your skin got rid of all of your old scars, even that damn lightning bolt on your forehead. That one didn't totally disappear until the last session. And of course, mutant. That is what you are, you know. Your powers must have just manifested when Sabretooth found you. Leave it to him to find the best out of all of them."

"Why…no…Scar gone?" Harry attempted a complete sentence and got nowhere.

"'Why no skin, scar gone?' Yes? Well your skin was removed during the microwave process. You can thank that for your extra fifty pounds of muscle. You weigh about 160 pounds now, and look much better for it. Even with all that, you're still too skinny, I think. Though I don't think the Director wants you to be as big as Sabretooth. Your training should take care of the rest. That and the supplements. Yes, you can thank me for removing that hideous scar later, now for the Q and A." Cornelius said, as he unsheathed two very long bars of metal from a large, protected box.

"Here we have two metals. One is adamantium, the other is an odd metal that has been in our possession since Weapon-I. We don't know what it is called; it has just been dubbed 'Metal X'. Metal X has an interesting energy signature as well. It seems to be energized by something that we cannot figure out, which is why it was used in some of the earlier experiments-"

"Ex-expir-ments?" Harry was able to push out.

"Yes, experiments, you daft boy, now shut up. Every time it was used, the experiment failed, so it was discarded for a much more stable metal, adamantium. It's nearly indestructible and only malleable at temperatures that would cook most equipment in seconds. I'm going to see if you are allergic to either of them. No one has ever been allergic to the adamantium, except that one, but I have to test anyway." He said. He examined an end of the adamantium bar, making sure that it was needle sharp, and shoved it inside the boy's thigh.

"Ugh…ahh!" Harry screamed as he felt the cold metal pierce his skin and continue to push further along his leg. "What the hell is your problem?" He was able to say, the pain clearing his head of the anesthetic induced fog. He tried move, but found himself restrained by metal shackles and chains to the table.

"Not going to work, kiddo. Adamantium chains, you see. We try to incorporate it everywhere we can in the facility. Lowers successful escapes. Now see, no allergic reaction to the metal. Tell me, besides the pain, how does it feel?" The Doctor asked. He received a glare for an answer. "Right, you didn't volunteer, did you? Now…for the other one." He said as he pulled the adamantium bar out of his leg roughly.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Harry asked before he felt another bar of metal shoved into his other leg, but the question was ignored.

"Oh my…" The Doctor said as he watched the boy's skin heal around the metal bar, an inch or two still sticking out of the leg. The skin swelled up greatly and was a fiery red before it settled to its original color. The swelling went down slowly, but emitted a strange greenish white light as it did so. Harry gasped as he felt whatever it was stop moving in his leg. He felt it heal around the bar, and the pain went away. It felt…odd, almost familiar, which did not make any sense to him. Why would a metal bar give him a familiar feeling?

"Odd…definitely a reaction to the metal, but the body did not reject it…almost as if it accepted it…My boy…you will be a work of art…" Doctor Cornelius said almost reverently, pulling the bar out quickly. Harry gasped at both the pain and the loss of the feeling.

'What was that? Where the hell is 'Neverland'? Sounds like an amusement park for small children or something. This guy is worse the Vernon…' Harry thought to himself as he tried to understand whatever the man was saying.

"Now, while they may mean nothing to you, I have the rest of your test results in…Seems that even your very blood is filled with energy, not sure what it is, but I'm sure I'll know by the time you are sent on your first mission. It doesn't do anything though, at least as far as I can tell…"

'That must be the magic in my blood…I guess muggles can read it as an energy?'

"Anyway, your blood seems to be saturated with both a poison and an antidote, canceling each other out. This is not part of your healing factor though. Your healing factor, by the way, is accelerating naturally at an amazing rate. By this time next month, you might be on par with Wolverine's.

'Healing factor…Is that why I've been healing myself? And who is Wolverine? I've got to get out of here…'

"With the help of my 'Accelerated Muscle Enhancer', along with the supplements you have been given since you arrived, you are now as healthy as you should have been. Your healing factor will keep it that way from now on, I believe. So, I think that that is about-"He was cut off by a loud beeping noise and a scream from the boy.

"So you are a teleporter, wonderful. You're the first mutant that I have been able to use the collar on. So how does it feel?" The boy continued screaming and was now arching his back as far as the chains around his torso would let him. "Seems that I will have to turn the strength down. Unless you just keep trying to teleport out of here?" As if to answer his question, Harry dropped from his arched position, unconscious.

"Yes, just too stupid to stop. I'll just reset the heart rate monitor…there. Now you should be kept from repeating that little exercise. Can't have you killing yourself, now can we?" The Doctor asked the slightly smoking boy. "Hmmm…maybe it was a bit too high…Nah, I'll call it 'incentive'" He laughed at his own, rather bad, joke.

'Now we can begin the really fun stuff.'

(X)

Harry was heavily sedated, sitting in front of a large television looking machine. There were several wires connected over his head, with a majority of them connected to the temples. A long piece of metal had been imbedded at the base of his skull, which would send psionic energy and information telekinetically into his brain. The information could actually be implanted in the brain fairly easily since the metal pole actually touched the cerebral cortex. This was very dangerous and risky, but it had the potential for amazing benefits. If the person had healing factor, that is. Anyone else would have died from blood loss. The pole had been implanted and the bone and tissue had healed around it. It would have to be removed once they finished though; otherwise it posed to large of a threat of being hit and destroying the brain.

"So, kid, how do you like my reeducation center? State of the art stuff I tell you. Those wires are attached to specific nerves that will stimulate your brain in such a way that you will, hopefully, absorb the information that we are giving you. Your I.V. is hooked up in here as well, so you will not be going anywhere. Your sedated state should open up your mind to accept the information easier. We'll, have fun." He told him.

Little shocks began to come from the wires, making the skin that they were connected to twitch slightly. A low buzzing sound was heard as the giant T.V. came to life.

"Welcome," The TV told him. "To Reeducation Theater, I am your host, Doctor Cornelius. Today, and for the next few weeks, you will be subjected to year's worth of information, crammed into many small, yet painful, pills. The pills are figurative, of course, but the pain is not. I hope you appreciate the opportunity this presents. We can't have you being an idiot, so we will give you information on the sciences; anatomy, physiology, physics, chemistry, biology. The maths; algebra, geometry, calculus. World history, cultural background, economics, government, politics, though you won't need it, first aid, basic survival, languages, martial arts in any form that we plan on teaching you, demolitions, stealth, assassination techniques, basic weapons, mechanics, maybe philosophy if we have time. You're going to be spending a lot of time in the facility, and I need someone who isn't an idiot to talk to, otherwise I would not bother with half of this stuff. By the time we get done with this, you should have a pre-med education. The basics in survival and the other subjects will help to speed up your training. After your procedure, we'll do this again. That said, let's start." The TV Doctor Cornelius said.

The buzzing grew louder and flashes of images whipped by the screen. The human body…nerves, muscles, bones…veins…the heart…arteries…protein, calcium, ATP, human reproduction…pressure points…the brain. Facts about anatomy and physiology crossed the screen rapidly, too fast for anyone to read, let alone a drugged teen. The flashes stopped suddenly, and a brilliant purple flash lit up the dark room. The pole inside of his head came alive and Harry thought that the world had exploded. Everything that he had seen in flashes became clear, he understood it. And the pain…so much pain. The information about the human body was ignored as pain filled his being. After a few minutes the pain went away, and he felt the information in his head slowly being absorbed.

Then the TV turned on again…

(X)

"The antidote… sedatives should be… now." Harry heard a voice say, becoming clearer the longer he heard it.

"Wake up, boy." The voice of a slightly familiar person said to him.

"Doctor, the Director is watching through the viewing window above us. Thought you might like to know." He heard another voice say. Yes, that…thing. He called himself Doctor…somebody. His head was still foggy, but it was slowly clearing. His eyesight had never been better though, and everything seemed too clear. Maybe it was just too bright. Everything was white, metal, or a light blue, and it gave him a headache. Or maybe he already had the headache? Things just did not make any sense to him.

'Something about France? Living off berries…outside crescent kick…knock- out reaction…targets? His mind tried to make sense of the jumbled information. 'Need to organize mind…'

"Thank you, nurse." The Doctor said, as the nurse helped him into a pair of thick latex gloves.

"Morning, glad to see you coherent again. Hopefully this time you won't try and escape. I hope that you enjoyed the first rate education that you received over the last three weeks. It worked much better then I could ever have imagined. You're probably still trying to figure everything out, but I was even able to add a few extras in there as well. The information that is running through your mind will eventually settle down and things will make sense again, I'm sure of it." The man promised him with a wink. Harry wanted to beat the shit out of him. Just one snap to the neck…

"This is one of those times that I wish you could be asleep through the procedure. This procedure is going to be, well, for lack of a better term, a bitch. You cannot be sedated because, though the chance is slim, you may slip into a coma due to the shock and anesthetics. If that happens, your healing factor may not function correctly and you could die. That is something that we cannot afford. As I believe I explained to you, not that you would remember, I created an alloy between the adamantium and the Metal X, I call it Axiom. It has many advantages over adamantium, but I'll tell you about them later. As you won't remember this either, I feel that explaining to you exactly what I am going to be doing will not lead me to any harm." The Doctor took a deep breath and continued.

"You, like many before you, have been chosen to serve Weapon X as a, well, weapon. You are to be used whenever we see fit to use you or if any war should arise. By 'we' I mean the Director, of course. You have already received the memory implants that will be used to aid in your training, and after this you will be receiving the memory alterations. They should make you more…receptive, to our view of things." The man said with a sinister smile.

"You…you won't get away with this!" Harry shouted, struggling to get out of his bonds.

"Oh, believe me, kid. Not are we getting away with this, by the time were done, you'll be thanking me." The man laughed. "Now, these tubes here, they are going to be grafting the Axiom to your bones. Each and every bone, even those little tiny annoying bones in your feet I can't ever seem to remember. Incisions will be made and held open so that the grafting process can take place. A word of advice, I suggest you pass out quickly. While I cannot lie and say that I won't enjoy your screams, we want your psyche to be in good condition…and remembering this won't help that at all. Ready? Here we go!" Doctor Cornelius said as he pressed a green switch and toggled a controller next to a large X-ray screen.

Harry struggled as much as he could, the sound of snapping bones were evidence of this. He was surprised when he felt the bones mending almost immediately. Those freaky whitish yellow claw things shot out of his fists and he tried to use them, but his fists were held down by large metal clamps. A machine poked him in the palm and under his elbow, forcing him to keep the claws extended. An odd smell rose into the air and he saw the source of it. A large tub of something molten and shiny grey was bubbling wildly. The tub was attached to large tubes that were connected to the small, almost needle-like, tubes that the man had said were going to do something to his bones.

'They're going to put that on my bones?' Harry thought wildly, as his struggles increased. A stray thought of escaping his cousins arms made its way through his brain and he tried to…what did the man call it? Teleport? He couldn't be sure, as he was screaming from the pain shooting through his body at the time the man had said it. He concentrated on teleporting and he calmed down slightly when he felt the warm, blanket like feeling cover him again. He screamed in agony as that warm feeling turned cold and he felt like he was being shocked to death.

"Oh, I wouldn't suggest you try and do that. While the collar had to be removed so that we could have better access to your neck, other precautions have been made. I'm sure you understand that we can't have you running out on us?"

The bubbling concoction began to boil with renewed vigor and the tubes moved closer to where they were supposed to be used. Harry watched in horror as thin scalpel slowly moved closer and closer to him. The mechanical arm held another, larger, knife behind it, and it rested at his shoulder blade.

"Your making history, kid." The Doctor told him. Harry couldn't help but not feel the man's excitement. He wasn't about to gutted like a fish and then have a molten liquid dumped onto his bones.

The knife poked at the top of his shoulder blade and Harry could not help but notice how cold it was. The next thing he knew, the knife had sliced from his shoulder to his elbow. The second one behind it made the cut deeper, cutting to the bone. Two clamps secured the skin and a tube ran across the bone, grafting the metal and burning away all of the surrounding skin and muscle tissue. Harry screamed. His back arched, and he could do nothing about it. It was always around this time that something happened to get him out of the mess. Always an opportunity to escape, be it afforded by Dumbledore, the sorting hat, his parents, it did not matter. There was always something. But no one came to his rescue. No one saved the day. And no one in a position to help him heard the screams.

Once the metal had been grafted to his upper arm, the machine went to work on his shoulders, collarbone, and then his upper chest. By the time the machine had lowered itself to his ribs, Harry had lost his voice. It moved lower, cutting through his waist to get to his hips. He began to cough up blood when they reached the sockets holding his legs to his hips. His eyes focused suddenly, looking directly at the Doctor. Eyes so full of hate, of rage, and vengeance.

"You...will...pay..." Harry was able to ground out, sounding more like an animal's growl then anything human. The Doctor, having survived numerous attempts on his life by former experiments, had never been more scared for his life. He was extremely relieved when the boy finally passed out from the pain and shock his body was going through.

Despite anything that was going on around it, the machine continued its job. It sliced along the top, bottom, and sides of first the right, then the left leg, grafting the Axiom the way that it was made to, perfectly. They feet took longer then anything so far, and, as promised, each and every bone was coated. Having the shoulders, upper arms, chest, torso, upper and lower legs, as well as the feet completed, the machine moved onto the more delicate tasks.

The body was turned over, carefully, by the machine to reach the spinal column. The deed took over fifteen minutes to have every bone along the spine, along with some portions of the ribs that it had not gotten to in the back.

'The boy will be paralyzed for the next few days, but he won't notice.' Cornelius thought to himself.

The machine followed the path of the spinal chord up to the neck and cranium. The head, face, and neck were done quickly, leaving a deformed looking...thing. The skin that had to be removed in order for the tubes to have access were mending themselves quickly though. The metal was cooling much quicker then anticipated; otherwise the skin would be boiling off of the metal. The last, and most extensive part of the procedure, was the lower arms, hands, and of course, the claws.

Cornelius forgot whatever fear that he originally had and monitored the grafting of the rest of the arms and claws with rapt fascination. The claws were done first. As the metal cooled, adamantium tools shaped the metal until it was the proper size, length, thickness, and sharpness. A block of steel was dropped from twenty feet in the air above the claws. The steel hit the claws directly, and the block was cut into three pieces, and dropped to the floor. They were cut clean, and the Doctor could barely contain his excitement.

The forearm was last, and it was done quickly, making sure that the pathways for the claws were open, clear, and neat. The last bit of skin was released from the clamps and it mended together slowly. Lines and scars littered the boy's body, blood soaked the table and floors, and the Doctor could not be happier. He looked up to the viewing booth with a huge grin.

"Success!" He screamed at the darkened window.

"Oh yes, success indeed. You will be one of our best, if not the best." He told the boy, as he placed a chain around the boy's neck. The metal clanked together and a pair of dog tags could be seen. The light shined across them, illuminating the black and silver metal. Raven was emblazoned across it.

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Well, as it says, this is the end of the chapter. I hope that you enjoyed the story this far. The next chapter should be out soon, hopefully. There will be more magical mutants shortly; maybe I'll have something happen at Hogwarts. Next chapter, we'll see what happened to Hermione in the last month and a half, what the other kids are doing, the order running around like chickens with their heads cut off (maybe).

I'd like a list of people that you guys and girls want to see be mutants. It doesn't guarantee that I will use it, but even if your suggestion gives me an idea that I decide to use, I'll give you cred for it, deal?

All people are game.

Limitations: no one over the age of sixteen (this excludes the twins, unfortunately)

Powers should either fit their personality or the opposite of it

Powers should be augmented by their magic (though it does not have to be)

Explanation of a couple of things:

Hermione is not mystique, nor will she be a shape shifter in anyway. She is probably stronger then most people, a match for Logan, but weaker then Beast. She has a slight precog ability, but is probably limited to people she knows. She was already a veritable genius; Professor X just pointed it out that it may have been part of her ability seeping through.

Harry's healing factor is on par with Wolverine's now. That means nearly instant healing, since his bones won't break anymore. About the Axiom and what is better about it then regular adamantium, it will be explained in the next chapter or so. Harry's teleporting ability, it's like Nightcrawler's, only it has been changed because of his magic. Now it's like a form of very easy apparition for Harry, though he does not know that yet. Harry was given all the information so that he would be a smart weapon, but a weapon nonetheless. We'll see how that goes…

As for why I gave them the powers that I did…we'll, I'm not too sure about that one myself. Hermione turned out the way she was because I figured that their might be heritable traits among the X genes, so she turned into a female beast type character. And I imagine her looking very good in blue skin. (See XMEN movies and check out mystique) though I don't plan on having her run around naked.

And for Harry, I always saw him as losing faith in the world and going rogue for a while and becoming a Logan type person. I just gave him the reason, abilities, and claws to do it. The teleporting is like a secondary power, like apparition, only in puffs of black sulfur. I had originally thought of making Harry blue instead, but passed on that. He will be discovering some uses for his new metal skeletal system in a couple of chapters, so those who wanted a 'unique' ability, well, its sort of unique. No other wizard/mutant will be able to do it though.

The new wizard/mutants (got to think of a name for that) will have odd, unique, or useless powers. Just like the rest of the mutants.