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Hours and one very interesting flight over the Atlantic later

Chaos ruled over London as Magneto and his mutants rounded up various individuals. Harry bounded out of the landed and camouflaged jet on his newly healed limbs and viewed the surrounding area for signs of magic.

"What do you think?" Logan asked sniffing the air.

"They're targeting witches and wizards but my people aren't fighting back with magic. There are too many witnesses. At most, they are using Notice-Me-Not charms and are apparating out of the area. There seem to be four groups of magic folk holding out but they won't be able to for long. The Aurors are already having enough trouble keeping this contained." Harry said with military precision, altering his appearance with some quick charms. His hair turned blond and his eyes blue. He added a goatee for good measure.

"Didn't know you could do that." Logan said eyeing the new look.

"Yes well, sometimes it is best to keep certain things to yourself. Got to have a few aces up my sleeve after all." Harry said before sprinting to join in the fray, taking down several mutants of the Brotherhood before they realized he was there.

Xavier watched in horror for a moment as one by one members of the Brotherhood were being attacked and incapacitated by Harry who looked for all the world a skilled warrior and killer. Logan noticed Xavier's expression as he passed him. "They ain't dead," he grunted before running out to join in the fight, unleashing his claws.

Grim was flying and spinning through the air, firing off spells left and right or using his fists and boots to take down his enemies.

The X-Men joined in either getting people to safety or fighting off members of the Brotherhood.

It took hours of bloody battling before the Brotherhood retreated with a dozen captives in tow.

Harry couldn't follow them because they used some sort of teleportation that he was not familiar with. Instead he focused on what he was doing; healing an injured witch that he would know anywhere.

"Ginny, wake up." Harry murmured stroking her hair, gently searching for more wounds. He knew his wife...ex-wife... wouldn't give in without putting up one hell of a bloody fight.

"Need some help?" Logan asked kneeling next to him and Ginny.

"What's the damage to the area? How many wounded and how many dead?" Harry asked still focused on his healing magic with Death's silent, invisible help.

"Not too bad. Your people are handling the situation. One or two members of the Brotherhood have breathed their last but as far as I can tell no one from your side was killed. Couple dozen wounded but looks like some people are moving them out of the area." Logan said glancing around, swiftly taking in the status of the remaining mutants and magical folk.

A man with red hair that had grey streaks headed over their way followed by a small group of what Logan guessed to be other witches and wizards.

"Harry?" the man asked softly, watching Grim finish healing Ginny.

"Name's Grim," Harry said without looking up.

"Look, mate. I would know you anywhere even looking like you do. We all would." the man said softly. His voice didn't carry beyond the small group that had gathered.

"We know everything. We guessed at a lot and then figured out just who the Grim was and things went from there. No one else knows you're alive and we'll keep it that way. You have to know though. Lily, Teddy, and your grandson Harry...they've been taken by those people that attacked," a man with grey hair and a mustache explained.

"Logan," Harry said finally looking up, "I would like you to meet some very old friends of mine."

Logan was shocked when Harry introduced Ron and Hermione Weasley, Luna and Neville Longbottom, his ex-wife Ginny and her mustached husband, Nathan Kensley. Except for Nathan, Harry explained that each person had fought by his side before he was the Master of Death. He also explained that Neville was the current Minister of Magic and that should anything be revealed it would be their duty to place the wizarding world further into hiding and eliminate all trace of magic in the world.

"Why tell me? Why not the Professor?" Logan asked.

"I'm going to need your help more than anyone else's. I was doing some digging over the last few months before I came back to speak with you all. The Brotherhood is trying to get rid of something called 'the Cure.' Apparently, some group has discovered a way to 'heal' mutants. Make them regular humans again. The Dark Phoenix is going to play a huge part in this. I'm not sure how but Death believes that the Dark Phoenix, your Jean Grey, is going to cause something really horrible to happen. Something that could change the whole world and not for the better. She is too powerful and too chaotic. She will become a Horseman of the Apocalypse if we let her continue on as she has been."

"Why didn't you tell us this sooner?" Logan demanded. Why didn't he tell them? He could have tried to explain. A woman's voice interrupted his thoughts. Looking down at the red head in Harry's arms, he noticed that she was watching Logan with a wariness that only a hardened veteran of war could have.

"Would you have believed him? Harry is a stranger to you. When he was the Chosen One, we, his own people, didn't believe him when he told us that the Dark Lord had returned. It took a lot of death and destruction before people would join him for the war. Those who did believe in him were a bunch of children, his friends, but children nonetheless who had to face the greatest evil we had ever known with very little support from those who were actually supposed to protect us." She looked up at Harry's face with deep affection and a hint of pain.

"Harry gets underestimated quite a bit due to his appearance. He is powerful but so young looking that people forget all the years behind him that has shaped him into the man he is today. Looking at him and not knowing that he had served in two wars, one in which he died to save his loved ones and defeat a monster, would you have believed him? Would you have believed the child in front of your eyes was actually an immortal wizard, chased from his own homeland for an unfounded fear that his power which had only ever been used for the betterment of mankind would cause him to take over the world as we know it? I doubt it. If I did not know who he was, I wouldn't believe in him either. But now, enough of this should have beens and could have beens. It's time to end this."

Harry smiled down at her, sadness barely concealed in his eyes. Ginny was looking older every time he saw her. Her gorgeous red hair was starting to turn grey. Wrinkles were taking over her once youthful face. Harry looked deeper at Ginny and he could see that Death was already beginning to hover over her. Time and history have started to take their toll. Looking up, he noticed that all of his friends were also being marked by Death. They would have ten maybe twenty years left if they were lucky. They would not be blessed with long lives like other witches and wizards. The wars they fought in will claim them, like they have claimed so many others.

Ginny saw his expression and gave him a gentle smile. She knew. She knew exactly what he saw and she only wanted to comfort him. She knew that once all his friends were gone and his children had grown old, Harry could become a very cold, hard man. That is, unless he was surrounded by people who actually cared and drew him out of the self-sacrificing shell he liked to put himself into when things got too hard. She could only hope that the mutants Logan was a part of would be what Harry needed. People who saw him as Harry. Not just a wizard or a pawn or the Master of Death, but Harry the man.

She wouldn't ever tell Harry but she and Death had a long discussion about him years ago when they figured out that he was Master of Death and immortal. She knew that Harry was walking a fine line between this world and the next. Something that will force him to one side or the other of sanity. Death had been very clear about Harry's new duties and the consequences if those duties were not carried out.

And so Harry became a savior once again. Screw his hopes and dreams and wishes. He was a hero. Heroes don't get nice lives. They get power and glory and fame at the cost of happiness and family and love.

Ginny looked at Harry and wanted to tell Fate where it could stick it.

Instead she smiled, "Let's go raise some hell and bring our children home."

Harry's smile beamed with determination. "Yes, let's."


Well here it is. I hope you like it. I'm still looking for a beta if anyone is interested. Please PM if you are.

How is everyone liking the story? Is the pace OK? I'm trying to write as much as I can because once I start my classes for my Master's degree, my free time will become nonexistent.