A/N 1; Thanks for all the nice reviews! They're really encouraging and get my spirits right up! As for Victor sho-VICTORIA being in the story soon, have no fear, h-SHE will be! Just gotta wait it out a couple of chapters or more and then you'll get your heart's content, not to mention a few added deleted scenes or something of the like ^_^

A/N 2; I was bullied into putting this in *cries*=== "Unofficial Beta-Tester is '**********'. You got complaints about grammar, go tell her. I'm sure she'll accept the free English lessons"

All actions stopped suddenly, all staring at her. The doctor who'd seen them pulled the card from her hands and looked at it with a slack jaw.

"How could we have missed this? Find me the person who went through his things!" he yelled angrily before walking out, Harry still flat-lined on the bed having been shocked thrice at different intensities.

"Remove the IVs and drips," growled Logan as he moved closer ready to do it himself if the medical staff didn't.

A second doctor sighed and looked at her watch.

"Time of death, nine-"

Beep.

Everyone blinked, eyes turning to the monitor.

Logan moved to Harry's side and used his claws to cut the medical tubes, causing a nurse to startle, all eyes going to Logan for a second before Harry's pulse decided to say hello again. This was followed by a third heart beat closer than the two first and then a fourth before his heart steadied up, still weak but present.

"His body can't fight both the injuries and the allergic reaction he's having to the meds," explained Logan hurriedly as he tore the bandages where the needles were poked into Harry's skin. "When it turns to his body, his heart gives out; when it's countering the meds his body isn't healing at all."

Gasps escaped all over the room as Logan moved to show the contact point in Harry's hand, the skin having turned black and it looked as if gangrene had settled in at an advanced state in a matter of hours.

"Doctor! What should we do?" panicked one nurse.

"Nothing," cut in Jean before the doctor present could answer. "This man is a mutant and his ability is to heal. The only reason he isn't actually dead now is because of it, otherwise he would have been stuck in heart failure because of the anaphylactic shock."

The staff could only stare at her in shock, having a hard time wrapping their minds around the situation.

"Daddy!" exclaimed Teddy, having gotten free of Rogue and jumping up on the hospital bed to hug his father as he cried, hair now free from his hat and changing from one somber color to another.

"He'll be fine now, bud. Now what I'd like to know is when he came in, what was his sons' condition. Were they injured at all?" growled Logan, done being passive.

"They weren't injured at all, more shocked than anything," answered a nurse, one who looked relieved now that they knew Harry would be fine, even as the rest still seemed shocked or uncomfortable. "If you want, we can contact the social services office posted here at the hospital."

"If you'd please. I'd like my niece and nephews back."

"Niece? Nephew?" asked the first doctor, coming back on those words.

It took the man a second before he realized the heart monitor was running properly and he grew angry again.

"He has a DNR! You shouldn't have brought him back!" he yelled at the other doctor.

"We didn't! He came back himself!" she exclaimed back.

"People don't just reanimate themselves!"

Logan rolled his eyes, let one claw slide out and cut his opposing arm in front of the doctor, a scratch that bled only a little bit. Had the situation not been so serious, Jean would have burst out laughing at the doctors' and nurses' faces as they were about to yell at him for injuring himself, but were stunned as it healed, not leaving any trace.

"That's what'll happen from now on. Do NOT give him any painkillers or antibiotics or any shots of any kind. It's what's been killing him and stopping his regeneration."

"Oh…" said the man, at a loss for words and his shift hopefully coming to an end, because of the exhaustion Logan could smell on him.

"The children?" asked Scott, leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, the children. You're family?" asked the female doctor, frowning at Logan.

"Half-brother to their other parent," shrugged the Wolverine, remembering the family conversation Harry had had with Jean in the kitchen around Caiden's birthday.

"Why didn't you say so from the start? We have a lot of questions concerning your brother-in-law!" snapped a nurse, clearly not pleased.

"Because we've only met less than six months ago! There ain't a lot of personal information I can give to you," growled Logan.

The medical staff moved back a step, the Feral's fists clenching slightly in frustration.

"If you could contact social services and have a representative sent here so we can sort this all out and get Lily and the boys back with us it would be greatly appreciated. I'm sure Mr. Potter would also be grateful when he eventually wakes up later on today," said Jean, intervening and gathering the attention to herself.

"Of course, Nurse Talbot will contact the person in charge. It would be best for you to wait in the waiting area, but if the boy – Tedrick was it? – wants to stay, he can with supervision please," said the doctor before he motioned for the others to go b back to their own duties, Nurse Talbot heading for a private phone.

"Could we possibly obtain Mr. Potter's cell phone? Maybe we'll have more luck reaching his spouse and other family members," asked Scott.

"Of course. Here you go," sighed the doctor, retrieving the cellular phone from the patient bag before leaving the room altogether.

"Victoria's half-brother?" asked Scott with a raised brow.

"We know she's a Feral and she's got an estranged half-brother who's also a Feral. Unless they ask for a DNA test, Logan's the perfect candidate," Jean shrugged a shoulder.

"How come they didn't know 'bout the DNR?" asked Rogue, frowning as she sat at the end of the bed and rubbed gently at Teddy's back, the seven-year-old relaxing between his father's shins, head pillowed against the man's left knee.

"They didn't know because it wasn't a piece of paper; Harry has a card, back from when he still lived in the United Kingdom. It must come from the time they had their war of sorts."

"It's better than havin' their thoughts changed to make 'em believe it's one," grunted Logan.

Scott's head shot up to glare at the older man.

"You asked her to use her powers on innocent people?"

"Innocent depends on a person's point of view," Logan sneered back, turning to look at Rogue. "They needed to stop givin' medication altogether for him to start gettin' better. We just decided to help 'em stop wastin' resources. Findin' his actual DNR is just more legal is all."

Scott clearly rolled his eyes behind his protective shades before he left the room, going to the waiting area. Jean gave a small smile before following, Logan letting out a groan as he relaxed into a chair, looking at the three fragile yet strong beings on the hospital bed.

Hopefully everything would go better now.

XD|DX

It actually took an hour before a representative from the social services met with them and Logan growled when he noticed no hide nor hair from Harry's cubs with the man.

"Where is the child?" asked the stranger immediately, looking around the room as if you could hide a seven-year-old behind the meager chairs or the vending machine hugged in the corner against two walls.

"With his father. Someone's keeping a close eye on him," replied Jean, standing up and presenting her hand. "Jean Grey, one of Tedrick's teachers and also his secondary physician at the boarding school."

The social worker actually looked down at Jean's hand as if she had some sort of disease, not taking it at all.

"Go get him, I don't have all day and the child will need to be placed in a proper home and registered to school as soon as possible."

Logan growled as he stood, Scott moving in front of him to intercept, the Cyclops not amused either.

"Sir, we're actually here to collect Mr. Potter's other children, not to hand another over. We've already explained the situation to the doctors and Mr. Potter should be out of the hospital at the latest tomorrow. We're able and qualified to keep an eye on his children until that time," explained Jean patiently.

The man gave a disbelieving snort.

"Unless you are a parent of the family, are named as a possible legal guardian or are a foster care approved parent, the children will stay where they are and Tedrick will be coming with me. Mr. Potter is far from getting out of the hospital and even further from being able to care for children of such a young age in the condition he'll be once released if the video from the accident they've released is any indication! Which room!" he snapped.

~Go get one of the two doctors from before,~ Jean ordered her fiancé, who gave the barest of nods before leaving.

"I'm their mother's brother," said Logan, even as he picked up the remote to the TV over the vending machine and turned it to the local news, knowing they'd eventually see the video the man was talking about.

"Do you have identification to prove yourself?" was thrown back.

Gritting his teeth, someone else arrived, looking flustered and out of breath, her blond hair disheveled.

"Is Harry alright? I just saw the accident on the news and rushed over as soon as I could! What about Caiden? The stroller went down very fast! Oh, why did Draco just have to pick an unreachable conference to attend of all things! Hermione's going to have my head!" the woman exclaimed dramatically, barely breathing between sentences.

"You are?" asked the social worker, raising a brow.

"Evangeline Durham, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy's attorney. I also have a list, signed by Mr. Potter, in my possession dictating who should get custody of the children should Mr. Potter be incapable of caring for his wards. Would you like to hear it?" asked too sweetly Evangeline, clearly knowing what profession the social worker had. "You would be?"

"Carter Lane and I would not only like to hear it but see proof of its existence!"

Scott had come back with the lady doctor by then and their tone of voice had attracted Rogue and Teddy from Harry's room, the child and teenager peeking around the doorframe, trying to keep out of view.

"Right here Mr. Lane."

Evangeline pulled out a folder from her large purse and handed it over before turning to Jean.

"Have you been able to contact anyone? Mr. LeBeau perhaps? I know Vic's impossible to reach; only Harry's able to do it and he won't share that secret with anyone," she sighed.

"I've been trying the numbers in Harry's cell phone, but most either don't pick up, go to voicemail or a few actually say the number's disconnected. Maybe you'll have a better chance?" said Jean hopefully, handing over the phone.

Evangeline pursed her lips as she picked it up and looked at the list. She chose one and placed it to her ear. When no one answered, she pushed the 'off' button and dialed another number before going into the hall, everyone's attention shifting to Mr. Lane.

The man did not look happy at all as he read over the documentation, raising the mutants' hope to see the four little Potters possibly being in their midst sooner rather than later.

"Have you had the chance to look at Mr. Potter, doctor?" Jean asked, wanting to hear what she already knew.

"Yes, I have. Mr. Potter's heartbeat is now strong and steady. The wounds still look inflamed, but they don't feel hot anymore. As for where the IV had been attached; the skin has regained some of its normal color, the gangrene receding. I'm sure Mr. Potter will be gaining consciousness before the night comes."

"Thank you doctor, that's all we wanted to hear. I hope we didn't waste too much of your time," replied gently the telepathic telekinesis.

"No problem at all. It's actually great to see him recovering so fast. We sadly don't get enough at times. Come find me again when the children come in; I'd like to give them a last checkup, just to see them," she replied with a smile, passing her hand in Teddy's hair as she left, giggling as it went from deep brown to bright carrot top.

"She's nice," giggled back Teddy.

"Of course she's nice! Doctors should be!" said Evangeline as she came back and easily lifted the seven-year-old into her arms. "It's been so long, Teddy-bear! Last Summer when your aunt 'Mione came to visit, wasn't it?"

Teddy nodded shyly, but he still wrapped his arms around her neck into a hug.

"Paperwork legit?" the lawyer asked to the social worker, raising a brow.

"It is. But sadly none of the people are present. Half of the list are people from England!" the man exclaimed, having done his background check slightly while searching for relatives the night before.

Evangeline rolled her eyes as she took the papers back and read out loud the names.

"Draco Malfoy; Hermione Granger-Weasley; George Frederick Weasley; Ronald Weasley; Remy LeBeau, who I know to be on his way here from a phone call a moment ago; J. Logan W. Howlett; Victor Cre-"

"I'm Logan," cut in the Wolverine, seeing his chance to jump in.

"Good for me! There'll be two people present with the consent of Mr. Potter to watch over his brood! I think you'd best go collect the little ones or get someone to do it for you. Mr. Potter won't be too happy when he wakes up and finds any of 'em missing, especially if Mr. LeBeau and Mr. Howlett are now present to care for them," said cheerfully Evangeline, her smile resembling that of a shark.

Mr. Lane left the room with his cell phone in hand, a glare on his face the whole time. Evangeline let out a low whistle as she let Teddy go down, taking a seat for herself as she put her papers away.

"He looks like a real joy. Makes ya wonder what he hasn't been getting any of lately," she laughed.

Rogue blushed at the joke while the three elder mutants chuckled.

"How did you manage to contact Mr. LeBeau?" asked Scott, having tried and only getting the voicemail.

"Called Draco's shop directly. He's the stand in until Draco comes back, along with the usual staff. Gambit's only there to make sure everything runs smoothly, to tell the truth. Not much work for him to do."

"Are you close to Harry and his family?" Jean asked, taking a seat besides her.

"More or less. My husband happens to be Hermione's second cousin and when Harry got divorced 'Mione asked me to take the case, especially since Teddy had just been adopted in both names but Harry wanted sole custody. Then I was asked to take care of Draco's divorce which I gladly did and somehow in the middle of all that I ended up moving here with my husband and child. I was the one to pen their wills and I also oversee any trouble Draco's shop might get from unsatisfied clients."

"How long will it take for the Cajun to get here?" asked Logan, arms crossed over his chest.

Evangeline looked down at her watch.

"Soon enough. The man's already a danger on the road with the stunts he pulls in normal circumstances; I'm guessing he'll probably cause an accident or two on his way over," she joked, but there was a slight worry in her eyes that told the rest there might be some truth to her words.

"Do you want to go see if we can get to the entrance before Mr. LeBeau gets here Teddy?" Rogue asked the child.

"Yes! We can show him the way up too!" Teddy exclaimed excitedly.

"Stop by the cafeteria and grab yourselves some food, understood?" Jean ordered, giving the teenager some money.

"Anyone want anything while we're down there?"

"Don't suppose there's any beer, eh?" joked Logan.

"Coffee will be fine," Scott replied with a sign, glaring over at the smaller man.

Giggling, the two youngest of the group left, leaving the adults to chat without needing to watch their words as much.

"Teachers at Teddy's school, huh?" asked Evangeline, raising a brow.

"We are," growled back Logan.

"And you've all come here for?" she asked, her lawyer face back on.

"Because Teddy is one of our students and we're well acquainted with Harry and the other children since last September. Are you trying to accuse us of something?" asked Jean defensively, clearly not pleased by the insinuation.

"Oh, just making sure is all!" replied Evangeline with a friendly smile. "It has happened before that Mr. Potter has been approached for his money and I cannot abide in such characters. He already has enough tragedy to last him two life-times."

Logan raised a brow and looked at the woman more closely.

"You're from there, aren't you? Like 'em folks?" he grunted, being purposely vague because of the ignorant couple in the room.

Evangeline looked at him in surprise, her jaw falling slightly.

"How did-" she started but cut herself off.

"Traveled a lot. Met all sorts of people. Actually held correspondence with Teddy's father for a couple of years before he passed."

"Ah."

Evangeline was now smiling slightly, her shoulders relaxing from a tension they hadn't noticed she'd had before then.

"As you've probably seen, we're a pretty close community so it's not often we meet others who know. Are you also aware of Teddy's 'condition'?"

"We were made aware on the first set of the full moon he was in our custody," supplied Jean, giving a tight smile, to which Evangeline gave an understanding nod.

"I myself have not been given the opportunity to see it, but from what I've heard Draco grumble, it's not all peaches and roses. I just hope nothing ever happens while on those nights; I wouldn't know how to defend Teddy in court without all of us passing for crazy or deranged," she sighed.

It was at that moment that Gambit arrived, Teddy in his arms and Rogue following with a drink in each hand, the man looking grim.

"Où est-il? Where?" snapped the red haired man.

A/N; O.O ...oh no, have I done it again? Is this considered a cliffhanger?