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-Logan's thougths

Professor's

Thoughts

Chapter 5- Big Problems and Larger Tempers

After the routine hassle of packing and having the older students watch the kids since Scott seemed preoccupied in wallowing, Logan and the group made their way to the jet for a 5 hour flight to London; X-men style. Of course all Logan could think was how grateful he was that scooter hadn't made them wear their suits; man those things are uncomfortable. Of course they continued to be unbearable even on their 'trips'; no matter how many times he ripped more holes in them, which of course may or may not have been an accident the first seven times wearing them.

It was a long and somewhat awkward trip that mostly consisted of Mr. Tin Man, or Colossus, complaining about being hungry most of the time. A sigh of relief could only be heard from Logan as they finally made their way out of the jet. Due to many people in the area, Storm had landed the jet about a mile away from the residential area in a forest that could only be described as 'creepy'; which was soon said by Piotr coincidently.

It didn't take long to enter the large yet small community to see houses; exactly identical; stretched as far as the eyes could; oh yonder is what Marie what call it. Logan snorted at the thought and looked over to see disgusted looks on their faces.

"My God, how can people live here, looks like a cemetery for suburb people!" Storm said appalled.

"Yea, instead of grave stones they have cramped little houses," Piotr said, as his eyes scanned the neighborhood in front of them.

"So scooter, how exactly are we supposed to find this 'kid' in all…this", Logan asked, saying the word 'this' with a bit of revulsion as he gestured in front of him.

"That's a good question Logan, will you please take a…well a sniff for me?" the Professor asked looking towards Wolverine.

"Umm…sure thing Chuck", Logan said with an odd look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he looked towards the houses and took a sniff. At first it was a subtle yet familiar smell that reached him and yet the more he stepped forward and sniffed; he smelt it. The smell of blood…lots of it.

With Wolverines keen sense of smell, they made their way gradually through the neighborhood. Not but ten minutes later they settled themselves in front of an ordinary house.

The house was simple, with a simple mailbox but lush flowers surrounding the area. To their eyes, it was an ordinary yet perfect house in which you would never see something out of the ordinary. The house was white with pale yellow curtains that covered the remains of the house from sight. Long planted lilies sprung from the ground a few feet from them and every blade in the grass seemed exactly the same length. Perfect

Shudders ran through them at the same time.

"So dis zit," Piotr asked, a bit impatiently, making his accent surface for a moment.

"Yes, it is, I can feel it again", the Professor said quietly as his wheeled his way forward towards the house.

Storm quickly made his way behind him and grabbed the back of his chair in a protective way as if the house would start to attack him.

"Might I ask professor, what exactly are you feeling," Storm asked hesitantly.

"I can't even really describe it Storm, it is raw, s-so…powerful yet…weak", Professor said; for once in his life stuttering a bit.

They slowly made their way towards the pale yellow door; as if their intrusion would cause panic in this little yet large community.

They all stood staring at the door, daring themselves to knock. It was Logan in his 'come get me' fashion that raised his hand and knocked twice with a sturdy fashion. A brief shouting on the inside made Storm jump a bit and then they heard quick yet unsteady footsteps come towards the door. The door opened and everyone looked at a normal teenager with an un-normal look around him.

He was scrawny thing with thin arms and unruly hair. Clumps of dirt were on his hands, signaling that he might have been in the garden or was just some messy kid. He looked beaten and worn and a dark bruise occupied the right side of his face. Yet Logan narrowed his eyes a bit and sniffed lightly and there it was, as if it never left; blood. Logan had met many people with injuries that were mutants as well but this kid smelled different; an almost exotic smell that made his nostrils flare and yet he felt anger at knowing this kid was bleeding in front of him. Or probably had blood from one of his 'victims' that he beat up. Or maybe it was just both considering a boy like this looked like he got in a lot of neighborhood fights. The house stunk of dried blood and fat men, yet this kid smelled so…so sad and beaten yet untouched at the same time.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of the boy in front of him.

"Look I realize I may not look my best but may I help you or are you just going to stare" the boy said in a snotty kind of fashion that luckily didn't fool anyone as he looked over at his colleges to see what they thought of the boy.

Colossus looked bored as if he knew just what type this boy was and from the vague description from scooter earlier, he probably thought that this boy was just another boy that knew he had powers and took advantage of them everyday; if this was the boy they were looking for anyway. Piotr was always a little sore when it came to people abusing powers yet never really used his unless absolutely necessary.

An anxious look was across Storms face which caused him to wonder just what scooter had told her about this boy in front of them.

A glance at scooter told him he didn't believe in the act this boy was playing but Logan could see a look he hadn't seen in the Professor eyes for a while. It was that look that came across his face when he found a new student that needed him. It was that look that clearly stated that he was needed and he enjoyed being needed, he enjoyed helping people. Somehow Logan felt like he wanted to protect scooter right now from this boy. It was obvious that the Professor wanted to help this boy, but whether this boy wanted help in the first place was going to be a problem.

Hearing the Professor introduce themselves; he looked over the boy once more as he gave a rather rude sort and roll of the eyes. Logan braced himself for another rude comment from the boy before he smelt a vile smell heading his way. His eyes gazed up to see the cause of the odor. Large and stretched skin lay over what Logan would later portray as a pig. His face was unusually red for someone so pale but he 'seemed' normal enough as he lay a hand on the rude boys' shoulder and whispered something that had Logan not been so distracted by the mans weight, he would have heard. Seeing the boy retreat, he figured he was being sent to his room as a sign of punishment for his rude behavior. Of course, who was Logan to talk huh? Alright I might be even worse then that boy but at least I have a reason. Geez this place is cleaner than Professors' bald head…

I heard that…

Logan was startled for a moment before looking over and glaring at the Professor and followed the team in as they were welcomed in.

-You ever 'heard' it's rude to read peoples' minds without their permission? Logan thought in what he hoped would sound sarcastic. After all, it's not like he has experience in trying to make something sound sarcastic when it's a thought in the first place.

-Never mind the question though, you find this kid yet? Just please tell me that's it's not that punk that answered the door though. I think he's some kind of bully anyway with how much blood I smelt on him. Probably beats up all the kids in the neighborhood….

Actually yes, I do believe it is him, only I don't think 'he' is the bully as you say. I tried reading his mind but it was strange Logan…I haven't experienced so much clutter and grief since…well…you.

Logan glanced at the Professor at that comment before sitting in the seat he was indicated. Looking around once more all he found were spotless everything. Sniffing he found an odd odor of cleaning detergent and blood. Seeing none though, caused him to look around confused. Sure this place looked perfect and despite the man's large size; he seemed nice enough; but something just wasn't sitting right with Logan.

"Hello Mr. Dursley, I'm Professor Xavier," the Professor said inclining his head and taking a porcelain cup from a rather tall but lanky woman. Bringing his hand out; he indicated to Storm. "This isOroro Munroe, Piotr, and Logan; they are teachers at a boarding school of mine in America".

The fat man named Vernon frowned a bit before setting down his cup as well. "I'm afraid I don't understand, I don't remember sending any application and even if the school would have done it, why would you want Dudley to go to your school?" Vernon asked looking between his wife and the Professor.

"Dudley?" the Professor asked before taking a quick pause which Logan would later realize as him reading Dursley's mind. "Oh yes, your son, a strapping fellow indeed from what I have heard; but I'm afraid we did not come to ask your son to enter my school but your nephew".

A large bang was heard as suddenly Dursley's hand made sharp impact with the table. "I see", he said through clenched teeth. "Well, I'm afraid you would want 'nothing' to do with my nephew, he is quite a hand full and greatly disturbed ever since the death of his 'dear' parents".

The Professor narrowed his eyes a bit at the tone but leaned forward in his chair a bit. "You don't understand Mr. Dursley; I'm offering a wonderful schooling program for Harry and.."

"No you don't understand," Dursley said, his voice raising slightly as he stood slowly from his seat, "Harry is a bit unstable and wouldn't want to leave the house, now if you don't mind, my family and I were going to go on an outing in bit and we don't have time for un-invited gests".

The Professor stared at the large man before nodding his head and gesturing for the team to hit the road; no pun intended. Logan glared at the man that suddenly didn't seem so normal before walking outside the house before the door slammed behind them.

"Professor, you aren't really going to allow this to happen, are you?" Storm asked with worry in her voice.

The Professor hummed for a moment, "So you noticed to too, then", he said as they made their way to the jet.

Tin can looked confused for a moment before looking towards the Professor, "I don't understand, noticed what?"

"Oh please Piotr, don't tell me you didn't notice the large bruise on the boys face, not to mention the Uncle's even larger sudden anger", Storm said in an exasperated tone.

Colossus' face did a one-eighty to have a look of horror on his face. Not many knew; but Piotr had once had a tough childhood when he was younger himself; after all, he wasn't called the man of steel for nothing.

"Scooter, what makes you think this kid is so helpless, what if he's just another punk that likes to fight huh?" Logan said he they walked into the jet.

The Professor sighed and looked over at Logan as Storm started to take off. "You of all people should know Logan…that not everything is as it appears".

"So why are we leaving then?" Logan asked as he looked towards Storm as she put on stealth and started heading east.

"We aren't Logan, I already told Storm to find an appropriate hotel so that tomorrow we are going to go back to Surrey and take Harry to the school.

"How does that make it any different from taking this 'Harry' just a moment ago?" Logan asked.

The Professor's eyes dulled for a moment before answering, "Because tomorrow, the police are going to visit the Dursley hold on a tip of abuse and find exactly what their looking for but not really what they want to see".

Seeing the confused looks on all the faces around him he continued, "I read from Mr. Dursley that their leaving tomorrow for a four day trip, at first that seemed normal but then I heard that he's planning to beat the boy and leave him tried to the bed until they come back".

Colossus put his head in his hands and Storm started sputtering. "HOW COULD SOMEONE DO THAT?" she yelled as she landed not far from a hotel they spotted. Turning in her chair, Logan saw tears welling in her eyes. "Every child is a gift to this earth, how could someone want to do that to their own family?"

"I don't know, that I can't just read from his mind," said the Professor sadly. "Until tomorrow, I think we should all relax and take a good night sleep, we have a long day ahead of us."

So I hoped yall liked it! Just know that I REALLY appreciate your reviews, it really helps me be inspired! Ok so I'm still taking options and ideas on what you want Harry's power to be and who you want him to be with. Writing for you everyday!

-Haley(MidNightWarrior)