AN: PLEASE NOTE! This Chapter is Dedicated to Serenity, for her hard work in Beta reading and helping me through this last month. Thank you sooo much!

Chapter 34

Being Left Behind

/smack- Action

'Oh if only I could purr,' he thought to himself, as his body relaxed entirely and he slowly slipped into slumber.

He woke again to a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. "Come on Jack, its time to get this party started."

"Get off Jamie, m'not (I'm not) hungry," he mumbled out, pulling the blankets closer around himself. He heard someone snort in amusement and the blanket was ripped away.

"Come on Harry, the Prof. is calling everyone into the common room to be suited up and ready. You've got a job to do. Now get up!" ordered an amused Ana.

Finally, after a few clueless moments where Harry struggled to figure out what she meant, the events of the afternoon came back. "Oh. Right." Heaving a great sigh, he threw his legs over the side of the bed, and pulled himself out of the bed. The two of them made their way down the stairs together, Harry trying desperately to wake up. Upon entering the common room, he looked around and saw all the mutants assembled there, almost all in their battle uniforms.

"This way Kid." Called Logan, directing him to follow into the staff rooms. Ana gave him a quick hug and wished him luck before going to sit by Moyra, who was not in uniform and looking quite moody.

Following into the Staff Room, he was greeted by Storm and the Professor. "You can sit over here Harry." Said Storm, gesturing to a comfortable looking armchair.

Lowering himself down, the Prof. wheeled himself in front of him. "What happens if this works?" He asked nervously, while being very much aware that he and the Prof were the only ones in regular clothes.

"Should we discover the location of the captured mutants, the X-Men and what is left of the Brotherhood will be traveling to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. There the Order will by supplying us with transport and aid in the fight." Explained the Professor.

"What about me?" He asked, "I want to fight! I want to help!"

"You are helping by assisting me in this. You are to remain here, because to the wizarding world you remain a criminal. You are not to leave this school. Just as well, I doubt you would be able to accomplish much. The process will drain you of most of your energy. Dr. McCoy will be remaining here with you and those who will not be coming."

"But they'll know I'm a mutant!"

Xavier smiled. "Actually, it was Jean who helped me to advance my telepathy. The only reason you are in here is to discuss how your old potions professor seems to suspect something of you." He gave a wink and Harry found himself grinning despite his worries. "Now Harry, I'm going to stretch out my telepathy, and when you are ready, use your powers to advance them."

Nodding, he watched as the man closed his eyes in concentration and sat back in the chair.

'Just try not to remember that Kurt's life relies on you. Not to mention all of the others. No pressure.'

Setting his jaw, he closed his own eyes and went to seek a current of magic. He didn't have to try very hard, and he was drawn to the large hum that was the magic of Hogwarts itself. He paused though, unsure of himself. He had never tried to use this current before.

During the course of their stay, Harry had played around with his powers in the privacy of his room, testing the waters so to speak. Raw magic is everywhere, even in completely muggle surroundings. But Hogwarts seemed to have a staggering amount of raw magic within its walls, and not just the one large current. There were smaller ones as well. Some were even attached to different parts of the school, such as the ceiling in the Great Hall.

Before, when he was at the institute, there were rarely more than one current for him to draw from. He had used the new situation to practice honing in on one particular source and drawing from it. He was now quite proficient at it, but he had yet to draw from the largest of all the currents. It wasn't attached to anything, any protective spells or wards, and yet it was just there.

Hesitantly, he reached out with his mind to draw from it, and the effect was instantaneous. At first, there was only the sensation of tingling. Like every one of his nerve endings had become super sensitive. His eyes opened of their own accord and he was stunned at what he saw.

Normally the white mist that was the physical manifestation of the raw magic would be shifted through his hands and he would see the product floating there. Instead, the magic had taken over his entire body, being far too much in quantity to hold in the palm of his hand. An outsider would have said that he looked like an ethereal projection.

The white mist ghosted over him as he reached to take the Professor's hands. Then closing his eyes he concentrated again, this time focusing on willing the magic to leave his body and telling it what he wanted to do with it. He was temporarily transfiguring the Professor's X gene to become more advanced.

Harry could feel it working soon, as his mind caught short glimpses of what the Prof. was seeing. But far too soon he felt himself tiring. It was so very straining on his powers to push the magic in such a way. He pushed on anyways, trying not to concentrate on the growing pain in his chest. He didn't even slow down when spots started appearing on the back of his eyelids. Then he began to feel dizzy, and he swayed in his seat. The last thing that crossed his mind as he heard Storm cry out was 'Just a little longer.'

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When he next woke up, he recognized the room he was in as the one he and Jamie shared. Looking out the window he could see the moon high in the sky. Letting out a groan he went back to looking at the ceiling trying to assess the situation like Scott had taught him to.

'Ok, well, I know where I am; it's a relatively safe place I suppose. I've been out for at least 2 or three hours, and I feel like I just did Logan's Run (1) in the danger room.' Another groan escaped his lips when he attempted to sit up. He didn't even notice the door opening. He looked up when he heard some choice words spoken in Brazilian and saw Roberto rushing over to him.

"Lay down you idiot, before you hurt yourself even more!" He ordered, picking up a tray from Harry's desk. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over by a herd of Hippogryphs." He said as he rubbed his sore head. "What happened?"

Putting the tray down on the bed next to Harry's legs, he stood back and regarded the bed-ridden boy. "You passed out in the staff room. You pushed your powers too hard." Looking down at the tray of food he asked, "Are you hungry? You missed dinner when you were sleeping before." When Harry just shrugged, he pushed the tray closer. "Here, eat what you can while I go get Dr. McCoy." And before Harry could stop him, the young soccer player was gone.

Looking down at the tray he saw the various foods, which made his stomach clench in anticipation. Azkaban instincts kicking in, he grabbed a bread roll and bit into it.

He was gulping down the glass of orange juice when the door opened again. Dr. McCoy smiled kindly at him, more than accustomed to Harry and his starving man phases. "And how are you feeling today Mr. Potter?"

Harry swallowed what was in his mouth first before speaking, "Really tired and sore. Roberto said that I over used my powers."

"Indeed you did. You're very lucky you were only out for a few hours. It's not healthy to push your abilities to such an extent. No matter for what cause. It wouldn't do the others any good if you had killed yourself in the process." He admonished softly, but Harry couldn't find it in himself to look regretful. He knew if he had the chance he would do it again. "Now I believe some rest is in order. You still need to recover your strength. If we hear from the others I'll be sure to send someone up to inform you. Alright?"

"The others? It didn't work though, did it?"

Hank gave him a great fanged smile, "On the contrary, you did a spectacular gob Harry. Professor Xavier found the location of the safe house. Everyone moved out not long after to meet at the Order of the Phoenix to get the 'Port Keys,' I believe they're called. They should be heading into battle as we speak." Harry had to remind himself to breath. 'It worked' was repeating in his mind over and over. "Now, try to get some sleep. You want to be rested for when they get back right?" The large, blue man grinned down at the boy who had the biggest smile on his face. Picking up the now empty tray he went to leave, turning when he reached the door to say, "Well done Harry." before closing the door.

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Harry tried to sleep, really he did, but it was no use. He soon found himself descending the stairs to the common room to see who else had been left behind. Jamie and Moyra were seated near the fireplace, bent over a chessboard. They played it often. Although neither ever seemed to try strategy, unless you counted trying to find the most efficient route to killing all the players as fast as possible. The two had some sadistic pleasure in watching the chess pieces smashing each other to bits. Jamie argued that they were suffering from withdrawal from TV and movies, and that they needed some sort of morally destructive form of entertainment or they might actually start engaging in wholesome activities!

'The horror.' Thought Harry dryly.

Sam was writing into a journal while seated upside down on the couch, with his feet in the air and his blond hair brushing the ground. Rogue was on the other side of the couch reading.

"Aren't ya supposed ta beh sleepin?" She asked him smiling.

"Couldn't sleep." He said back. "What are you reading?"

"No ahdea." She said closing the book and tossing it aside. "Ah didn get past the first sentence. Ah can't think straight." There was a loud cheer from Moyra as the Queen decapitated a Knight. Rogue sighed. "Hank went ta the Infirmary. When the X-Men get back, weh figure that that's where they'll go first." Harry understood and nodded. Then they lapsed into silence. They looked at the game for a while, which was now reaching Gladiator level violence.

Finally having enough, Rogue jumped up and grabbed Harry's arm. "Sam, tell Hank when heh gets back that weh went ta the library." With that, she stalked out of the tower dragging a bewildered Harry in tow. It was only when they were about halfway there did Harry regain the use of his arm.

"So any reason in particular that you decided to literally drag me to the library?"

"Ah couldn't sit there any more."

"So we're going to sit in the library instead?" She glared at him. "Sounds fun." Unfortunately the events of the night had caused them to forget how late it was. It was nearing midnight and the library was very closed.

"Damn, Ah keep forgettin this's a school." She grumbled. "The library aint ever closed at the Institute."

"So what do you want to do know?" He asked, not really looking forward to spending the night in the common room just waiting. Jamie and Moyra may have complete confidence in the others returning safely, but he knew first hand how dangerous Voldemort could be.

"Why don' weh check out the Infirmary then keep Hank company?" She suggested as they changed their path.

The walked for a few minutes before, "So, did you ever figure out how Gambit touched you?" Harry asked with a smirk.

She scowled at the memory. "No, but ah will." Harry grinned. "That swamp rat can't hide from meh foreva."

Harry stayed silent for a few moments before casually putting his hands in his pockets and asking in an off hand voice. "Bet you can't wait to get your hands on him."

/smack/ "Don't think for one second that Ah-"

Harry brought his hand away from rubbing his now sore head to see why Rogue had stopped and saw the reason standing just down the hall.

"Hello Ginny." He greeted quietly. Neville had said very little about the youngest Weasley in his visits. All they could gather was that Ginny was bothered about something. She was spending less and less time in the common room, and barely spoke to her remaining brother.

The girl didn't answer. She just dropped her book bag that she had held and just continued to look at him. It was as if she was trying to figure him out.

"What are you doing out this late?" He asked, knowing for sure that it was far past curfew for Hogwarts students.

That question seemed to get her attention as she narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be locked up in the West Tower?" She countered coolly.

Rogue stepped forward menacingly, but Harry stopped her before the gloves on her hands came off. "I'm allowed to walk around as long as I'm not alone." He stated calmly. "Besides, we don't have a curfew." He gave her a pointed look.

"It's none of your business." She said, answering his question from before.

Harry just shrugged. He didn't really feel like getting into an argument, so he forced himself to put on a calm face. Looking to Rogue who nodded, he turned his back to the red head. "Goodnight Ginny. Try not to get caught on the way back." With that, the two mutants went to resume their trek to the Infirmary.

They were just about to turn the corner when Ginny called out to them. Harry turned to see her rooting through her bag. Pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, she ran to meet them and offered the paper to Harry. "My brothers asked me to give this to you." She explained. Harry looked at the crumpled and battered looking envelope, and raised a questioning eyebrow. "I've had it for a while. I just never really had the chance to give it to you." She explained with a blush. Harry looked back at the envelope with caution. In the corner he could see a WWW seal.

"Which brothers?" He asked as Rogue took the letter to inspect it for herself.

"The twins. They said it had to do with their joke shop." She watched as the gothic mutant passed the letter back to Harry. Suddenly, "Did you do it?" She asked.

"No." He answered without even looking up. He had been examining the wax seal. If it was from the twins the letter was something to be weary of.

"Do you have proof?" He heard her ask.

Finally he met her anxious gaze and sighed. "I was there. I saw it happen. I know I didn't do it." He shrugged. "No one else in the wizarding world seems to believe that though. Not that it would matter, no one really asked me anyways." The girl looked somewhat startled at the news. Deciding to just get it over with, he tore of the wax seal on the letter and pulled out the parchment.

Nothing happened.

He was almost disappointed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he flattened out the letter and began to read, with Rogue reading from over his shoulder.

To our most Valued Investor,

This letter is to inform you that as the third owner of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, you are entitled to one third of the store profit. Which has been sent to your personal account at Gringotts.

Also, on a more personal note, we, the owner's would like to congratulate you on successfully escaping Azkaban and making a right mess of the government. You do us proud. We understand that you might be having slight difficulties in re-entering the wizarding world and would like to offer our services. Owl us and we would be more than happy to send you a sample of our products to help in your troubles.

We await your response eagerly.

Sincerely,

Gred and Feorge Weasley

P.S. Give 'em hell Potter!

Harry grinned. 'Well, that should come in handy.' He thought.

"Ah guess this means Bobby should beh watchin his back for the next little while." Rogue said after she finished reading the letter.

"Indeed." He grinned. He looked up to see Ginny still standing there, watching him and looking very uncomfortable.

"Look Harry, I want to believe you. I do, but I don't know what to believe. Everything is different now. So much has changed since you left."

"I didn't leave. I was dragged away to prison." He growled out.

"I don't know what I can tell you Harry. I want to believe you, but-"

"Forget it Ginny. There's nothing else I can say to you that can prove to you that I didn't do it. You knew me before, an if yo-" Harry's small speech was cut off by a small crowd of Jamie's running quickly up the hall towards them.

"They're back! They're back!" Yelled one copy as the group ran by. "Come on! They're back!" Another shouted as they turned the corner and disappeared.

Harry glanced at Rogue, whose face was being overcome with a mixture of worry and excitement. Grinning madly, he grabbed her covered arm and the two of them dashed after the Jamie's, leaving behind a miserable looking Weasley.

The Infirmary was in a state of chaos. People were running too and fro between beds, mending the occupants both magically and the muggle way. Jean was leaning over a bed closest to them wrapping clean white bandages over the arm of a man that Harry didn't recognize. She looked up for a moment and opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as a rumble shook the room. Harry grinned and he felt his heart lighten.

"LANCE! Cut it out! Do you wanna like bring the whole castle down!" Was heard over the noise in the room.

Rogue grinned at him. "Sounds like Kitty's glad ta have Lance back!"

Harry laughed and set off to find out who else had been rescued. Some of the beds held men and women who were dressed in wizarding robes and Harry mused that they were probably order members. He smiled when he saw Remus, who entered a curtained off area and followed to see him standing over a bed, but quickly panicked when he saw who he was tending too.

"SIRIUS! What happened!"

His godfather was pale and looked quite ill, but his face split into a huge grin when he saw the boy. "Ah! There you are. Come to see your dear godfather?"

"What happened?"

He waved his hand dismissing the boys concern. "Some hex thrown by my favorite cousin. It's nothing though. The lecture Moony was giving me is actually a bit more painful then the curse itself." Remus snorted. "Now I think I saw that delightful young friend of yours a little while ago. I think she was looking for you. Said something about re-introducing you to an elf." He grinned as Harry stuttered out a quick goodbye and ran off to further explore the infirmary.

He spotted some beds with X-Men and Brotherhood in them, and stopped to check to see if anyone was seriously injured. The worst injury he could see was Scott, who had a mild concussion and was to spend the next few days under Madame Pomphry's care. Everyone else seemed to have only obtained minor injuries that could be fixed easily enough.

He found Todd at the bedside of a teenage girl with short black hair with red tips. Her face was pale and she looked quite thin. "How is she?" He asked.

Todd sighed. "Alright I guess. Prof. Chrome Dome has to talk to her inside her head first 'fore they wake her up. She's pretty pissed so they put her to sleep." He said miserably.

Harry put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "At least she's safe now. The Prof. just needs to tell her that. I'm sure she'll be awake soon and hexing you into more walls than you can count before you know it!" Todd smirked at that. "Hey, by the way, have you seen Ana around?" Todd pointed over to another bed that was curtained off and Harry thanked him before dashing off.

Taking a deep breath he entered the curtained area and saw Ana slumped in a chair beside the bed. She was holding a familiar blue hand, running her thumb over the knuckles. Looking at the occupant of the bed he felt his heart soar when he recognized the face of his best friend. Kurt was looking dangerously thin, and had one or two cuts on his arms, but otherwise looked unharmed. "Kurt," he breathed, and Ana looked up to smile at him.

"Hey," she said in a tired voice. "'Bout time you came to see us."

Harry moved to take the other chair and took Kurt's other hand in his. The boy's eyes opened and he wearily turned his head to face his friend. Giving a tired grin he said in a scratchy voice, "Ah! There you are. 'Was wondering were you went off to."

Harry's face was beginning to hurt from the grin that was on his face. "Kurt I'm so glad- I – we were so worried! I thought I'd never-" He had to stop talking as he felt his throat tighten.

Kurt snorted. "I didn't remember him being such a softie. What ever have you been doing to him Ana?"

She laughed. "I swear, its this school."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "Ah yes. I think you both have some stories to fill me in on." Harry grinned and they both started recounting their newest adventures. For the first time since Christmas, Harry could finally breathe.

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It had been a pleasant week getting the rescued mutants introduced to Hogwarts. Kurt had been ecstatic, saying that his adoptive mother had been a sorceress and had told him stories about Hogwarts. The others were just glad to have their own minds again. No one asked what they had been forced to do, and instead filled them in on what they had missed.

Wanda had been more than a little upset upon waking, but the Prof. had calmed her down before she could damage the hospital wing horribly. Now she had retreated to her new room, where she began to plot her revenge on Voldemort for taking control of her mind. Needless to say, few other than Todd and Pietro dared to venture into her room.

It was Tuesday, a week after the return, that Harry found himself standing in front of the Headmaster. He had been on his way to his English class with Kurt and Ana when the old man had called to him.

"Mr. Potter? May I please meet with you in my office for a moment? There is an issue that we must discuss."

Before Harry could answer, Ana stepped in front of him, a scowl on her face. Harry put his hand on her shoulder before turning to the Headmaster. "I was told before that I was not allowed to go about Hogwarts unescorted."

Dumbledore's cheeks flushed. "I think we can forget about that rule for the time being Harry."

"He's not going anywhere without us!" Ana stated, crossing her arms over chest, and giving the man a cold glare.

"I understand your concerns and you are most welcome to accompany us to my office, but I must then ask you to leave. I wish to talk to Harry about personal issues, and-"

"I don't mind if they stay. They'll hear about it anyways."

Dumbledore gave a small nod and led the trio to his office. The two mutants looked around the office with wonder before taking a defensive position with one on either side of Harry. Harry noticed that all of the Heads of Houses were seated in front of Dumbledore's desk, along with the Minister and his envoy of aurors. Harry tensed and got ready to fight off whatever trick this might be. He would not be dragged back to Azkaban if he could help it. Dumbledore offered them a seat, but they remained standing firm. Sighing, he sat in his own chair, clasped his hands in front of him and moved his gaze to Harry. There was no twinkle in his eye.

"Some new information has come to our attention following the battle last week." He started, "One of the Death Eaters that were caught admitted to several crimes under the truth serum. Including the murder of your relatives. He had been sent by Voldermort to destroy your remaining family, and to frame you in hopes to get you out of his way. His plan worked and we all fell for it. Harry, my dear boy, I am so sorry. We don't deserve your forgiveness for what we have done."

Harry stared disbelieving at the Headmaster. "W- what?"

"You're innocent Harry, and we all let you down."

"Well, we could have told you that!" Ana harsh words caused all the occupants to wince.

The Minister stood up and approached Harry, and stating in a very fake, cheerful voice, "As the Minister of Magic, it is my great pleasure to inform you that you, Harold James Potter, are hereby cleared of all charges. We offer you twenty-five million Galleons as compensation for your time unjustly served, as well as the apology of the wizarding world."

The three mutants gave the portly man weird looks, leaning back as if he held a distasteful odor. Harry took the official scroll that had been offered to him and tucked it into his robes. If it held the same words that had just been said, then he was sure to be reading it to his friends over dinner tonight. It was definitely worth a few laughs.

Looking back at the gathering, he asked, "Does this mean I can have my things back then? My broom?" It seemed as though their faces grew even more upset at his words.

It was Snape who answered. He had been sitting in the back of the room looking much less guilty then the rest. Perhaps that was because he had never betrayed Harry's trust. "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry to be the one to inform you of this, but your belongings fell into the hands of vandals. There is nothing left for the Ministry to return to you. Other than your parents vault of course."

Harry's heart sunk at these words. "But my broom, and my father's cloak…no…"

Kurt placed a hand on his shoulder before turning to the gathering. "And his restrictions? Can he go outside again?"

"Of course," said McGonagall. "All the restrictions are removed, and we offer a place in your classes again. You have missed much and we need to get you up to date on your studies. You are welcome to rejoin your fellow Gryffindor's in the tower as well."

Harry looked at each one of them in the eye before proclaiming, "I have no wish to return as a student of Hogwarts. I believe you were told before that I was continuing my studies in Muggle knowledge, because I did not wish to remain in the wizarding world. That still remains true. Just because you all finally figured out that you were wrong, doesn't change what you did. Now, if you don't mind, I wish to return to my class. I think I'm late enough." With that, he tuned on his heel and walked out the door, his two friends following. Before he could stop himself, Kurt turned to face them once more, blew a raspberry at them all, and then ran down the stairs to join Harry and Ana.

The trio ran down the halls, and burst into the classroom where Hank was about to send off the groups he had made to search for them. "Where have you three been? You know better than to wander off. Especially you Harry!" Harry had the sense to look ashamed, but Kurt merely grabbed the parchment from the inside of Harry's robe and read out loud the boy's pardon. The room went still and when Kurt finished, Hank held his hand out to read the parchment for himself. After doing so he looked up at Harry, "Is it true?"

Harry shifted on his feet. "Yeah I guess. Dumbledore showed up and asked us to follow him to his office. When we got there, he told me that one of the Death Eaters they captured last week admitted to killing my relatives. So I guess I'm cleared."

The room sat in silence for a few seconds before erupting into cheers and shouts of joy. Harry soon found him surrounded by his friends, all smiling and congratulating him. "What about all the rules?" Asked Bobby, who had just messed up Harry's hair.

"Gone!" Was Kurt's joyous reply.

"I believe that this is cause for a celebration! Class dismissed!" Came Beast's loud voice over the noise. There was a loud cheer at the news and Harry found himself being led to the tower by the mob. Rahne ran off to inform the other classes, and soon the Mutant common room was filled with happy shouts and Moyra and Jamie tackled Harry. Everyone wanted to know how it had happened and Kurt and Ana were only too pleased to recount the tale, not leaving out any details about how guilty the adults had been. The scroll was read no less than eight times, and each reading was followed be roars of laughter and snide comments about who had written it. Soon Storm's voice declared that it was time for supper.

"Do you think we could eat outside?" Everyone turned to look at Ana. "I mean I could cast a warming spell and we could all eat out there under the stars! It would be great, and Harry hasn't been outside in months!"

Storm smiled and agreed that it was an excellent idea. The room cheered and many left to gather food from the Great Hall while others went off to get chairs and tables to take outside. Soon it was just Harry and Ana left.

Harry looked away from her gaze, knowing that she would see his emotions in his eyes. She seemed to have a knack for doing that. "Its okay to feel this way Jack."

Harry drew his legs up to his chest and mumbled into his knees, "What am I feeling Ana?"

She gave a heaving sigh as she plopped down into the seat next to him. "You're feeling numb and confused. You want to be happy that they finally believe you, but you don't because they had to hear it from a Death Eater first. You're glad that they are sorry, but at the same time you don't want their apologies. You're tired, and it's perfectly okay to feel that way."

Harry rested his temple on his knee and looked over at his best friend. "Why do you know that when I can't even figure it out myself?"

"Because," she said with a sly grin, "I'm a girl, and girls are far better at emotions than boys!"

They laughed at that, and laughed some more. They laughed because they needed to laugh. When Lance came in saying that everything was ready and Todd wanted to know 'where that fuckin witch is at with her damn heating spell yo', Harry uncurled himself and followed his friends outside. He spent the night laughing, eating, dancing and shouting. They ended up playing a mass game of tag, which dissolved into a game of 'tackle anything that moves'. Their shouts of delight echoed across the frozen grounds of Hogwarts.

Inside, the Headmaster announced to the school at large of the Boy Who Lived's innocence. The once friends of Harry cried with grief for what they had done. They hung their heads in shame and all knew that they did not deserve forgiveness. Outside, Harry laughed with his friends realizing that he didn't feel anything when he was cleared, because he no longer cared. He had what he needed here, with the people who knew him. Finally, he belonged, as Harry. Just Harry.

…And sometimes Jack.

AN: No that's not the end! Voldermort is still out there isn't he?

(1) Logans run is the hardest exercise the mutants have that they do in the Danger room

Reviews:

Lady-Elizabeth4242: Remus and Sirius probably got a little crap cause they believed Harry, but nothing major.

Light Bearer: I have the whole story planned out. I made sure that I knew exactly what had to happen cause I hate great stories that just stop cause the author doesn't know where its headed.

Coolwierdo: I know what you mean. In this version, Ginny doesn't really know what to believe so shes kinda just sitting on the fence for now…. Well not anymore but she was before….. uh … yeah.

TankerMDK: OO;; wow.. that was pretty… heavy. Ummm I havn't really heard of those animes (although I bet my friend has…..) but in my story, the theory is that magic is everywhere, and only those who are born with the ability to use that magic can use it (aka wizards) cool theories though!

Mika: only two things I really want:

1)more Sirius and Remus

2)more Gambit..

Done and done!

Soon to come:

More Remus and Sirius (yay!)

Ron and Hermione go to talk to harry…

More Neville

More Harry and Kurt Talk

Aaaaaaaaaaand a heaping pile of Dumbledore and the Prophesy

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I'm going to stop updates for a little while. not long, (dont ask how long) but there is a reason behind it. Its not the usual excuses of my life is busy and school is building up and I have work, Which are all very valid and true excuses. My excuse however is this.

I made sure before I even wrote the prologue that I knew the ending. What had to happen, who would be in it, how things would tie together. Now, when I played this all out in my head, before I even thought about writing it out, I knew exactly what I wanted to write
out right up until this point.

After this chapter is where I had a blind spot. I know exactly where I need to take the story, and exactly what I need to put in. I have the jigsaw pieces, but now I need to put them together.

I need time, time to put it all together, write it out and have the time to read through it to make sure I didn't forget anything. Its critical to the story that I dont rush this part. Please understand that I need this time.

Dont worry for a second that I'm leaving this fic. I wrote the last chapter first. Maddie has even gotten a Glimpse of it (and she was quite upset afterwards let me tell you!) I will not let this story die! But I will also not let it fizzle out because of poor
preparation and planning.

I hope you all understand, and thank you so much for your Patience.

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