The X-Mansion, Westchester County, New York
"Interesting" a man on a strange "wheel"chair murmurs as he detects a Mutant in where the magical beings are mostly located. The mutant in question has almost the same abilities of one of his most dangerous staff members.
The man in question is a bald old man, who travels by using advanced hover technology for his hoverchair, he may not look much but he is one of the most powerful people on the planet, capable of reading minds, changing one's memories and other telepathic abilities. His name is Charles Xavier, better known as Professor X to the world
He takes off a strange looking helmet that has all sorts of wires attached to it, and goes to his office to call a meeting between his faculty members about a new mutant.
30 minutes later
"I've found another mutant, he's in England as of now." Charles tells his staff members.
"So what are we waiting for? let's get the Blackbird up and get him" A gruff voice replies in his usual growl, the man stands at 5'9, muscular, has wild hair with 2 "horns", hairy sideburns, and an attitude that screams out "Fuck with me and you die". His name is simply Logan. Codename "Wolverine"
"You'll find this one has an interesting set of abilities" the telepath replies with a smirk.
"You've said that about a lot of mutants, you know." A man with red sunglasses replies, this man is taller about 6'3, a lean slender build, neatly combed hair, and the classic all-american hero attitude. This one is called Scott Summers. Codename "Cyclops"
"He has Logan's abilities, exactly the same, right down to the claws." The professor says with a lot of amusement.
this bombshell is met with silence and wide eyes.
"You mean to tell me there is another Logan across the pond?" A beautiful dark-skinned woman with white hair asks incredulously. the woman stands at 5'10, has blue eyes, white hair, and a serene nature. She is called Ororo Monroe. Codename "Storm"
"Great, like we needed two Wolverines" Scott groaned dramatically.
"What's that supposed to mean, bub?" Wolverine threatened him playfully.
"Boys, not now." A voice of another woman says, this woman could be mistaken for Lily Potter's twin, She stands at 5'8, has flowing red hair, green eyes, and is an idealistic, loving, stubborn person. Her name is Jean Grey. no codename
"How old is he Professor?"Jean asks.
"He is about 15 years old, the common time for mutants to display their power, though this one has magic." Charles replies.
"Magic? what kind of magic?" Storm asks, thinking of the magic she wielded back in Africa.
"The kind you hear in fairy tales with witches and wizards" was Charles' reply.
"Is that what the Department of Magic is for? I've seen it several times in the White House" a new voice arrives in the room, a big, blue thing steps in the room, he stands at 5'11, blue coloured hair, and more muscular than Logan, despite his monstrous appearance he is a brilliant well educated man in the arts and sciences. his name is Hank McCoy, Codename "Beast"
"Yes Hank, that is definitely for those kinds of magic users, hidden in plain sight, they are relatively harmless except for the occasional dark wizard or so." says Charles.
"Wait, do they by any chance wield sticks and scream shit in Latin?" Logan asks, ignoring Jean and Storm reprimanding him on his language for the 100th time or so.
"How do you know that Logan?" Charles asks genuinely surprised that Logan has encountered magicals before.
"It's a fuzzy memory, but back in what I think is 1986, I encountered some weirdos wearing robes in the middle of the savanna, one of them saw me he pointed a stick at me and yelled something like stupefy or something, it felt like getting punched with adamantium, and they looked shock that it didn't work" Logan pauses, not knowing he has captured the attention of his fellow X-Men. They're eager to learn something of Logan's mysterious past.
"I let my claws out and cut one of the guy's head off and they yelled the same thing again, only this time all at the same time, and it felt like getting crushed with a truck made out of adamantium, I got up after 5 seconds, which made them look shocked again."
"So, not wanting to feel that again I decide to start blocking them with my claws, it worked perfectly, the adamantium either absorbed or deflected the lights back at them knocking them out, cause they're hearts were still beating."
"All of a sudden a giant leopard with spikes on its neck jumped out of nowhere and roared at everyone, so I met his challenge with a roar of my own and..." Logan is interrupted by Scott who says.
"Giant leopard with a spiky neck? You're memory must be seriously damaged."
"They're called Nundus, Scott, they are seen around East Africa, I encountered several of them and only managed to drive them off, as they are hard to kill." Storm says to Scott.
"What makes them so dangerous anyway?" The fact that Storm could only drive these creatures away instead of frying them, was worrying, to say the least.
"They've got size obviously, and they have an extremely poisonous breath that hurt like a bitch. and from what the wizards tried to do they're heavily resistant to spells and most physical attacks as they sent all kinds of lights from it, including one which shoots arrows." Logan tells to the room, once again capturing their attention.
Flashback to 1986, Somewhere in East Africa.
I had no idea on what those punks were hitting me with but it hurt so I prepared to kill another one of them, but a loud roar interrupted our fight, when a giant leopard with, WAIT, Are those spikes on its neck!? What in the hell is this thing? my thoughts were cut off as the beast roars, a roar I recognize as a challenge to those around it, So I roar back at him, and the thing looks at me with what looks like pity. For what? I'm going to kill this thing anyway.
It opens mouth looking like it was about to roar once again. when a huge black cloud came out and surrounded me, and that moment blinding, burning pain hit me.
I slump down on my knees, coughing, wheezing and struggling to breath, when the cloud dissipates and my healing factor kicks in and eliminates whatever damage that thing did to me. Cause fuck me, that hurt.
I let my claws out (cause they sheathed when I was hit with that poison breath the thing got me with)
Snikt
"Is that how it's going to be bub? Fine then." I leap at this demonic leopard, when it leapt at me too, so we collided in mid-air.
We both hit the ground hard, and for 10 seconds we stare at each other's eyes then it pounced at me knocking me to the ground, using it's poison breath at me again, which I managed to survive I again. I brought one of my hands up and slashed at its snout, I heard a roar of pain, and the thing was off me at last. I leapt at it and managed to stab it in it's side, which it roared in pain and anger and swiped at me, it hit and sent back crashing into an acacia tree.
The thing pounced again, but I was ready for it and stabbed it in the torso, the son of a bitch was still alive, so for an hour, man and animal, clawed, wrestled, breathed poison (in the nundu's case) at each other, when I finally manage to stab the beast right in its forehead, puncturing the brain, finally killing it. a silence permeated throughout the area, broken only by the breathing of the stick wielders and my heavy breathing.
"You just killed a Nundu!" one of the stick wielders exclaimed, the others were frozen in shock, and were looking at me in awe and fear.
"Wh-what a-a-are you?" another one of them stuttered.
"Me? They call me The Wolverine" I reply smirking and I walk away. leaving behind shocked faces
Flashback end
"Amazing" Storm breathed out, "You fought one of the most dangerous beasts in the magical world and killed with only your claws, it takes a hundred wizards to even subdue one."
Scott whistled low "A hundred? Damn.." If it took a hundred wizards to capture one, his respect for Logan just grew.
Logan grunts in appreciation and then says "Thanks, but we're getting off track here, we were supposed to get a mutant wizard kid across the Atlantic"
They all seem to remember what this meeting was all about in the first place, and one of them had the decency to blush.
"Yes, Logan's right, prepare the Blackbird for retrieval, and speak to the boy, this meeting is adjourned. Except for you Logan" Charles instructs the team.
As soon as everyone leaves, Logan asks
"So what d'you want me to do Chuck?"
"When the boy arrives, I want you to train him in his abilities, as I know what his reputation in the magical world is" Charles softly says.
"What kind of reputation?"
"When he was but an infant, a dark wizard attempted to kill him, but his curse backfired and killed him instead, Albus tells me this was due to his mother's spellwork."
"So what's this got to do with me?" Logan grunts out
"I want you to train him, train his abilities, train on how to control the berserker rage that you have."
"Sure, any other bombshells you wanna drop?" Logan teases
"Yes, this boy may possibly be your grandson" This is met by a hard stare and silence
No way is that possible, Charles may just be fucking with me
"Real funny, Charles."
"Listen Logan, I asked for a bloodline check on some wizards to see if one of them carries the X-gene, many do but they get suppressed because their magic fights the mutation."
"So what's this about him being my grandson?"
"Harry Potter's parents were James and Lily Potter née Evans, through his paternal line his father was Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter née Black, Charlus' father Henry Potter was the son of a man named James Logan Howlett and Elizabeth Potter, only daughter to Edward Potter and Grace Potter née Abbott."
James Logan Howlett
Elizabeth Potter
That name... He can remember a lot like her beautiful face, messy long red hair, dark brown eyes, a mischievous streak a mile long. and a courtship that her father never approved of.
He can remember that he spent one night of passion with her, her teary face as he told her why he had to go or his father would die because of him.
That was a lifetime ago, back in 1891 he can remember. and that surprised him because he got a lot of memories back in one go, unlike others. Logan can only say one thing about it.
"Holy Shit".
(A/N: This took way too long to write, I kept getting different images of what's happening making me type shit over and over again, I mean, I just let my imagination run wild and I got an entire adventure in my mind that'll fill a novel, and it's hard to find words to bring it to life. rant over)