Buffalo, New York—

James Logan's point of view—

Flashback / Logans dream—

August 2nd, 1995

I was in Buffalo New York today. When Hermione, two days before, had told me that she never had a father that she lost him a month before she was born. I wanted to see if Hermione's mother, Lily-Anne, is willing to let me blood adopt Hermione. And I know the risk that Hermione will get the X gene from me but I want her to have a father she could trust. And if I do adopt Hermione I could split up the vaults. Harry takes the Potter vaults and Hermione takes the Howlett vaults.

I walked up to the house. And I thought to myself that it was a nice home. I knock on the door and a beautiful brunette blue eyed woman an inch taller than Hermione stands before me. This must be Hermione's mother Lily-Anne.

"Hello. My name is James Logan Howlett Potter. And I was wondering if I could talk to you about something inside ." I managed to get out

She lets me in the house. I sense that Lily-Anne is checking me out. When I entered the living room I see Hermione sitting on the couch with a blanket on her lap and legs watching the news and eating green grapes. She was shocked to see me there.

"Well Mr. Howlett Potter, what can I do for you?" She said

I was a little worried. What if she said no. Well it won't matter. I'll get Hermione on board with my plan if possible.

"I was wondering if you would let me blood adopt Hermione. I had only met her two days ago for my sons birthday and I think she is the best. I already think of her as a daughter." I explain

She looked like she was thinking about it. My heart was starting to pound in my chest. My breath started to quicken in my lungs.

"I'll admit it I had heard little about you but I heard a lot of your son Harry. And from what I heard from the two of them, you are a good person." She said

Lily-Anne thought more about the adoption. I was getting a little nervous. Even after only knowing Hermione two days she still felt like a daughter to me. Even wolverine was seeing her as his cub and getting protective of her. Hell. even my inner prongs see's her as his faun.

"Okay. I'll let you do the adoption if you actually act as her father and not some duchebag trying to get her money." She said

"I have more then enough money to last a life time. I don't need anymore." I say

I quickly thanked Lily-Anne and I took Hermione too Gringotts in New York. The adoption took two hours but Hermione was FINALLY my daughter. Now there were some characteristics that were different about Hermione. Her eyes were ocean blue not sky blue, her hair was darker, stood taller. And now when Hermione spoke it had a very mild hint of Canadian.

A person from both the American and Canadian ministries came and said Hermione was now a citizen of both the US and Canada. Both Hermione and I are surprised by this. I thought they were going to say Britain seeing that's where I had to live 17 horrid years 4 wonderful years of my life.

End of Flashback—

Alberta, Canada—

Present day

I woke up this morning with a stretching start. I looked over to Hermione who was by my side. She still looked like she was in a peaceful sleep. But her legs somehow ended over mine, trapping them. But I did manage to get up and after I got my shower and shaved I dressed. Today I didn't want Hermione or Harry cooking.

So when I entered the kitchen and got to the fridge I grabbed eggs, sausage, and bacon out of it and hash browns out of the freezer above. I started with the coffee knowing that Hermione will be a bitch if doesn't have it as soon as she wakes up. I grab my cup of black coffee as I turn the stove on. I started to cook the bacon, sausage and hash browns when Hermione wobbled into the room. She mumbled something about smelling coffee.

"Morning Daddy." Hermione said once she got her coffee into her system

"Morning baby." I reply

Harry came out of his room next. He is definitely not like Hermione in the morning. Hermione is more like me when it comes to our morning (black) coffee and Harry is more like Lily.

After a little bit I handed Harry and Hermione a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast. I also refilled Hermione's mug. I got my plate and coffee I sat down at the table with my two kids. We start to talk. I say Hermione that when we ere finished here we were going to Gringotts bank for a few things with my bank manager.

Hermione's point of view—

After breakfast Dad took me to Gringotts. I had told him about the ruby courts contacts or something like that, I was thinking for Scott while we were eating.

We entered the bank. And wow, It was shiny. I've never been in this one before. The goblins looked like they just got there and were organizing their work stations.

"Welcome to Gringotts bank in The goblin nation. What can I help you with today?" A goblin said as we walked up

"I would like to see Goldtooth, my manager." Dad said

"Can I have identification first, sir, madam." The goblin said with a toothy smile

I'll say this much now. The goblins here in Canada and the US are WAY nicer then the ones in England. They are mean as fuck. It also didn't help that I broke in and stole their dragon with Harry and Weasley.

Dad puts his rarely used 11" mahogany dragon heartstring and unicorn tail hair wand on the desk in front of him. Even though Dad barely uses his wand, he still has it on him for defense like he was at school and when he was trained when he was with the Auors all those years ago.

I also put 10 3/4" vine wood dragon heartstring wand on the desk too.

"Griphook!" The goblin yelled

The younger goblin came running up and then stopped with a halt.

"Take Mr and Miss Howlett to Goldtooth immediately." The older goblin said

Then the younger goblin bowed then took us to the office of Goldtooth, the Potter and Howlett account manager. Dad never told me why we were here. He just said we were coming here.

As I walked down the hall with Dad and griphook The goblin, I started to think of all the people I left in England when I ran with Harry. Bill, Fluer, Aurther, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred, Remus, Sirius, Lucius, Cissa, Draco, Bellatrix (who turned out to be good and misjudged for her actions), and Andromeda. We entered the spacious office of The goblin that would help us today

"Mr. Howlett, Miss Howlett. What a pleasure it is as always. Please sit down." Goldtooth said

We sat opposite of the elder goblin.

"What can I help you with Mr. Howlett?" Goldtooth asked

"Two things today Goldtooth. First, my daughter, Hermione, here is getting married and I would like to set up a dowry for her. If that's possible." Dad said

"It's possible Mr. Howlett. Now, Miss Howlett are you marrying a Wizard or a muggle or a squib and does he have any mutant powers?" He asked me

"I'm marrying a muggle that is a mutant." I said

"What's his abilities?" Goldtooth asked

"He can shoot lasers out of his eyes. He also has to wear special glasses." I say

Then Goldtooth grabbed a quill and started to write something on a piece of parchment. He was probably writing out a plan for the dowry.

"What is your betrothed's name?" Goldtooth asked

"Scott Samuel Summers." I say

He continued to scribble more onto the parchment.

"How many people were you thinking of inviting to your wedding miss Howlett?" Goldtooth asked

I started to count on my fingers as I named names in my head. There was Dad, Harry, Mom, Katherine, Jean, Bill, Fluer, Aurther, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred, Remus, Sirius, Lucius, Cissa, Draco, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Hank, and Professor Xavier.

"Let's put 22 and up." I say

He scribbled it on the parchment. Now I know why muggles changed to pen and paper. The quill and parchment are so damn annoying.

And I know I only counted 21 people in my head but I don't know if Scott has any more people or if I'll remember any more people. He jots it down on the parchment. There weren't many people who I trusted to be on my guest list. No wonder Dad insisted we do this in the morning. It's taking forever. Maybe I should come back here tomorrow with Scott for his contracts.

Harry's point of view—

I was waiting for Dad and Hermione to come out of the bank. It's been three hours already. I know Dad wanted to do something in there for Hermione and Hermione had wanted to get special contacts for Scott, but it's taking a long damn time. Then they came out.

"What the fuck took so long guys?" I asked

"They has to make the contacts." Hermione said

She showed me the contacts in her hand. Shit they looked like normal ones and not the ones used for someone like Scott.