AN: Ok everyone is going to like this news. The chapters I've been writing now, have expanded to double the regular size. So your getting your wishes! Longer chapters are coming!

Crystal Moon Dragon: No way man!! The remy gloves stay with me!

japanese-jew: Have you been watching Donnie Darko? Lol I know! dirty little basterds. And kurt doesn't wear his projector when hes in the institute, only in public.

Rosiegirl: I would like to say that I don't get into cross overs, but I do, Especially X-men. I just always thought the idea of mutants and Harry potter was really interesting. Like if they saw Kurt, they'd think he could apperate. Unfortunately I can never seem to find any crossovers that are true to the characters.

Chapter 14

Memories

But just as they were getting up from their chairs Logan approached them. "The Prof would like to see you in his office."

The Professors study was quite different fro the Headmasters Office. It was large and filled with several comfortable looking armchairs and a chesterfield. The Professor himself was seated behind his desk and wheeled out to greet him.

"Good morning Harry, did you sleep well?"

Harry shifted on his feet, unsure of what to do with himself. "Yes sir." He mumbled.

The Prof smiled, "There's no need to be so formal Harry, you are not in any trouble. There are merely some issues I would like to discuss with you." He offered Harry a seat and then moved his wheelchair so that he would sit opposite. Harry nervously moved his hands to his lap.

"Harry its alright," He said giving the boy a reassuring smile. "What do you know about why you were brought here?"

"T-that I wa- am a mutant," at the prof's nod he continued, "And that you knew I was innocent."

The Professor nodded, "yes those are some reasons, but do you know how I knew those things?"

"Ana said that you used a machine to find my mind, and thats how you knew I was innocent."

"Indeed that is exactly what happened. Now what I thought we could do this morning is try and discover what really happened the night your relatives were murdered. Perhaps we can uncover something that might prove your innocence to the wizarding officials. Surely you don't want to live the rest of your life as an escaped convict!" He said with a smile.

Harry returned the smile with a nervous one of his own. "That might be a problem. I .. uh, I don't remember that much about that night. I don't know what happened, just that I didn't do it. I couldn't even find my wand!"

"Perhaps I can help with that. I might be able to clear you memories, if you will let me." Harry considered it, and finally agreed. The professor placed his hands by Harry's temples and told him to concentrate on the last thing he did remember.

Harry frowned, forcing his mind back to that night. "I was in my room. I had come home after Dudley, so I had come home late. Vernon was yelling about how worthless I was, I had no respect, so I went upstairs to get away from the yelling. I must have fallen asleep, there was someone in my room, I woke up to my door shutting and locking. I got up, and looked for my wand, but it was gone. It should have been on my desk. I started looking for it, but it was no where. I was looking under my bed when I heard Aunt Petunia scream." He stopped, the sound ringing in his ears. It had been the worst sound he could remember. "I- I ran to my door, I had forgotten it was locked. Aunt Petunia was still screaming. I started to bang and kick at the door, I couldn't get out… Vernon was yelling to then. It was horrible, I don't, I had to get out. There was this rushing sound and the door was gone… I ran out and down the stairs, I could see them in the living room. Someone yelled the Killing curse, and Uncle Vernon fell. I was screaming. There was a death eater in the corner, he pointed his wand at Aunt Petunia. She was still screaming. She was holding Dudley on the floor. Dudley's dead! His eyes were open but he was dead. I heard the curse and the rushing came again. I just thought I had to stop it. And then everything disappeared, it was like my whole body was on fire, like I was exploding. I couldn't stop screaming. I couldn't hear Aunt Petunia anymore. It was just the pain." In a flash Harry found him self no longer staring at the darkness that had come with the pain but at the face of Charles Xavier.

"What happened next Harry?" He asked in a gentle voice. Harry looked down at the carpet remembering.

"I remember voices, shouting, and a tug, it must have been a portkey. I woke up in a cell. I was so tired. Then these people came, and one of them put a silencing spell on me when I asked them what was going on. Then they bound me and dragged me into this court room. I had to sit on this chair, and these chains wrapped around me. The minister was there, and behind me were my friends, and all the Weasley's were all there. They wouldn't look at me…" Harry could feel the tears on his face as he remembered. "All these people came up and started talking about how much I hated my relatives, and how powerful I was. Hermione, she, she told everyone how I could make a corpral partonus. She wouldn't even look at me! Then they did something to my wand, and three green flashes came out, they said that I had been drained of my magic, and that it was because I cast the unfogivables. They said I was guilty for murdering my Aunt and Uncle and cousin. Everything stopped, I didn't realize they were dead, I didn't remember!" He exclaimed, "The chains disappeared, and those people came back. I heard some one say Azkaban, and they grabbed me and started to drag me away. I started screaming, but no one cared. They all looked at me, like they hated me. I just.." Harry grabbed his head, tears flowing freely now. He felts a gentle hand on his head and heard the Professor's calming voice.

"I'm truly sorry Harry, it should be enough that you lived through it once." When Harry lifted his head the hand slipped off and the Prof. leaned back to think over what he had heard. "Before you blacked out, before all the pain, you said that you felt like you needed to stop the curse?" Harry nodded weakly. "I think that that may have been your mutant powers. You were filled with the need to try and save your aunt and your powers reached out to take the curse away from your aunt. That is probably why you were drained when the officials found you. The power behind the curse must have been to great for you to stop, and with so little control the energy you used would have been shot back to you, which explains the pain you felt." He sighed, "I don't believe there is anything we can do right now to disprove the evidence against you, but Harry, please know that you are safe here. And I will do everything in my power to prove your innocence. I promise you that." Harry gave him a small grateful nod, and Xavier then switched notes, "Meanwhile, I do believe that Dr. McCoy is setting up for a game of 'no powers soccer', why don't you join them? I'm sure the students would enjoy spending more time with you."

Harry nodded and moved to leave. When he got to the door he turned around and said, "Thanks for believing me, and for everything else…"

The Professor nodded, accepting his gratitude, and Harry turned and left.

Chesterfield for those that don't know is a couch, it's a Canadian term. Well not just a Canadian term, I'm pretty sure its English. I have no idea, my family is all about their British history so I'm not sure what's Canadian and what's Brithish. I'm just covering my self here. I'm not sure what people know about Us Canadians all tucked away down there! Once I went to Florida and I was asked, (and this guy and his friends were totally serious!) If we normally lived in igloos or if we make log houses. Honest to god. That's what I get for walking around Florida on spring break with a Canadian flag tattooed to my arm.