A/N: okay, i've been meaning to update for three days but i kept having a bit of trouble getting this chapter uploaded until now (decided to give a couple days before trying again)...for those of you who skipped earlier chapters: we're good to go now:) but for those of you who might still be with me and still waiting to skip over the slash part (and possibly again if you came back:): you might want to keep an eye out for another warning (it'll be coming in the next couple chapters:)

Chapter Twelve

Remus paced before a bemused Charles, "They will be fine."

"That is not why I worry. It's Harry. He's votile in situations like this."

"Would you like to talk?"

At first Remus remained silent, thinking. He collapsed into a chair while his amber gaze fixed on the oak desk before him. "Will you..."

"Unless you say otherwise. I will always remember this conversation. It's a blessing and a curse when you're a telepath."

Remus nodded, eyes still focused on nothing as Charles sat back to wait. "Harry was a powerful wizard as a child. He lost his parents to murder, sadly enough he can remember it at times. He had a Godfather but Sirius was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. Therefore, Harry was placed into the care of his only relatives, his mother's sister. They also happened to despised magic, despised who Harry was and would become."

"I don't wish to interrupt but this magic? What exactly is it? It reminds me of mutant abilities but with more power and variations." Charles had always been intrigued by their gifts which they called magic.

Remus chuckled. He remembered a conversation with Warren a day after he woke from his injuries. They had spent the day talking about what Harry could do. "Here you have what you call humans and mutants, correct?"

"Of course. The X-gene is what causes the mutations in various people. Sometimes it's weak and others it's powerful. There are various triggers for it, some have developed their gifts at early ages while others suffer for the first time in later years."

"Not us. We have what are called Muggles, Magical, and Non-human. Muggles are your everyday humans. They have the ability to carry the gene and pass it on to their children. Magical beings are different. There are witches, wizards, squibs, and creatures. Our Magical Creatures are the mythical beings of legends, even those that seem to be normal but with an aura of power, such as Vampires."

"Intriguing."

"Magic is intriguing; even hard to explain at times. Basically we are your normal wand waving, cauldron using, broom riding fairy tales. It's rare to see us perform large scales of magic. Many of us can perform without our wands but only simple spells." He paused for a drink, sipping from the steaming teacup handed by Charles, "The most powerful magic is emotion based. Magical children will always have uncontrollable sessions, based on their emotions. The more they feel, the powerful their tricks. Harry told me of one such time. He was scared that his cousin was going to hurt him. His cousin and some friends had been chasing Harry. Harry desired to get away when he hid behind a dumpster. When he opened his eyes to see his cousin standing over him, instead he had ended up on a rooftop far from his cousin. His fear and desire to escape allowed him to perform apparition, much like Nightcrawler's power you've once told me. But apparition is quite tricky and dangerous but a tiny child had pulled it off easily, almost too easily. Then again, Harry was always the exception to magic."

"I remember someone mentioning wielder. What exactly does that imply?"

Remus smiled softly, "Yes. When magical children turn seventeen they go through a change called Inheritance. It is the evolved form of their magic and lives. Those who are Heirs to their family gain access to their full potential and the power, the prestige, of their family line. Harry was the Heir to two lines. His Godfather had made him the Heir to the Black family before he died, which was one of the most powerful families. Harry was also the Heir to the Potter family, the only living Potter. He gained power and prestige from both families. That made him the most influential wizard of our time. Not only that, his magical power tripled in strength. That was when we learned that Harry had become a wielder, a very rare position in the magical world. So rare, that I believe our last wielder had died close to three thousand years before."

"A select few mutants have the chance to evolve to their full potential. We all strive for that chance."

Amber eyes gleamed of the tiny teacup, "Yes. But we were known for our bloodlines, it even started to divide our world. Purebloods had thought they were better than everyone all because their bloodline never strayed. Their blood was purely magical, one magic child always marrying another. The problem was, Purebloods would only marry other Purebloods. Without mixing their magic among Muggles, their blood would produce Squibs. These were magical beings that could barely even perform the simplest spell. Then there were Half-bloods, children with one magical parent and one Muggle parent. They were a step below Purebloods but still considered sociable. It was the Muggleborns that many despised, children of two Muggle parents. As I said, Muggles can carry the gene and pass it on but not able to tap in to it. That was why Purebloods thought them to be a waste of blood. But none of this mattered when Harry received his Inheritance. He had become a wielder, shocking the entire Wizarding world. A wielder was the child of the Mother."

Charles held up a hand, "The Mother?"

A sheepish look crossed Remus' face. He had forgotten they knew nothing about Harry's ability as a wielder or where it came from. "The Mother is Mother Nature. I believe Storm calls her the Goddess. They are essentially the same thing. A mystical being etched into the natural surroundings of the world. You see, Harry calls her Mother for a simple reason. In his life he has had two fathers, his biological father James Potter and his Godfather Sirius Black. But only one mother, Lily Potter. An ex-friend of ours came close to being his adoptive mother but in the end she turned away. Therefore, Mother Nature has become his only mother. His magic is boosted by the natural magic around him. He can't control nature but can urge it to aide him, almost like using it as a battery to re-charge his magical core. It's useful when he's weakened from a long fought battle."

Charles frowned heavily, not quite sure he understood, "Are you saying he is an outlet?"

"No," Remus laughed at the question. "An outlet lets something come through to be used. A wielder is entirely different. They absorb the magic around them, manipulating it to strength his natural magic. Basically it's like Storm using her powers to control winds to fly. She manipulates nature to her whim. To Mother Nature, Harry's like a favored pet. She will always be able to find him. She is what allows Harry to know when danger is coming, but as proven, she can be fickle. It is why she chose Harry. Harry has an old soul but still innocent of the world around despite everything's he's been through. But hurt someone he loves and Harry becomes a destructive weapon bent on revenge, something almost unstoppable. His emotions are fickle at times as well."

Knock. Knock. "Enter." Charles allowed Remus to pause in his story telling, absorbing what he had learned within the last half hour. He turned to face a concerned Sean Cassidy. "Sean?"

"Storm's called in over the coms. They've found both men, injured. The Blackbird is on its way but they're having problems. Logan's gone feral as had Harry. It's taking most of them to keep the two men apart. They keep trying to battle each other."

Remus sighed in relief, knowing his Cub had been found. He also knew that Harry decided it was time to try regaining his dominance. He turned to Charles, "Can you link us? I can help. Harry's feral because it's time. If you remember, he had challenged Logan to another fight for dominance." Charles gently reached for the blended link before calling out to his students.

-------------------------Aboard the Blackbird-----------------------------

The team was in trouble. Wolverine had been tranquilized twice while Phoenix, Rogue, and Generation X's Chamber struggled to contain Harry. Beast was watching over Gambit with Emma at his side. Jean? She jumped, distracted by her mentor's voice, losing her telekinetic grip for a moment. "Jean!" Obviously it was long enough for Harry to viciously swipe for her throat but Warren had urged his metal wings in the way.

"Sorry. Charles had called."

Psylocke nodded, "Angel and I will keep an eye upon him with Rogue and Chamber. You find out what Charles wants."

Phoenix nodded, content with Cyclops watching over her as she edged her way near him. Her mental presence escaped to the astral plane. Professor, what's going on?

Instead of just seeing her mentor, a large wolf man with glittering amber eyes appeared, snarling with saliva covered fangs before he shook his head. Remus gave a chilly smile, trying to appease the nervous female, Sorry. Moony's a bit difficult since our Cub's in trouble. Can you tell me what happened?

Charles nodded, silently asking the same thing. Jean took a deep breath, carefully preparing her telekinesis in case Remus attacked. Both were covered in blood. But it's hard to tell what happened to Harry since his healing factor kicked in. Remy was raped, even bore signs of Creed's claws and bruises. Logan went feral at the sight of Harry fighting Sabertooth. Except for his trenchcoat, Remy was as naked as the other two men. It took me, Scott, and Rogue to escape with Logan and Remy back to the Blackbird.

Had to be the Hybrid. Remus elaborated at the confusion. If Harry suffered a rape and a beating, then he would have fallen to a healing coma allowing Sheik control. And Sheik turned Hybrid, which is the feral part of a Predator Hybrid. It is the murderous creature that was feared the entire Wizarding world. They are protective of their pride first before themselves. If he was battling Sabertooth, then he was avenging Remy. And if he's still feral, then he wants his challenge against Logan.

He almost sliced open my throat when you called! Warren deflected it before it happened!

Remus grinned, flashing his teeth and forcing the female to step back in fear, Then there's a reason. I bet no one's allowed him to visit Remy. If you remember, anyone trying to take him out of the infirmary before Warren woke up, got zapped by his magic. He needs to see for himself that Remy is not only safe, but well cared for. The second, what happened to Logan?

He...he's under sedation. We couldn't control them both in feral state.

You took away his mate. Harry was attacked, taken away before he fully avenged his pride member, before he could see Remy safe. Now his mate has been taken away without him feeling safe. Harry was attacked, lost in a healing coma, and his beast feels the need to battle with his mate in hopes of being wanted. Both feel as if their mate won't want them since another feral violated their body.

I don't understand. She wasn't the only one but Charles was simply here to ground Remus on his first telepathic linking.

Sheik is an Alpha. Logan won their first battle when he was defending Warren. But there was an advantage, Harry was unbalanced, weak. Now that he is fully healed, he suffered a setback. Someone drugged him, making them stronger. Sheik is looking for reassurance that Logan still accepts him as a mate. But Harry had been dominated and abused which angers Sheik, who wants to regain his dominance or revel in Logan's.

You expect us to let them fight!

Jean! She flushed at Charles' stern warning. She had forgotten that Remus wasn't used to telepaths when he winced at her telepathic scream.

Remus shrugged off the sheepish look, trying in vain to explain Harry's need to protect Remy as well as Sheik's need for their mate. Don't stop for the hangar. Show Sheik Remy, let him see Remy safe and sound. Allow Logan to wake from whatever you've done. Land near the forest, let them escape. It's what Harry will need.

Charles saw the hesitation on his student's face, Jean, listen to Remus. He knows his Godson.

Alright. We will try it his way. She pulled out from the astral plane just in time to see Logan shifting as Jubilee readied the tranq gun. "No!" Her telekinesis yanked it aside.

"Jean! What are you doing?" Scott ducked the flying gun as he faced Jean.

"Hank, how's Remy?" She ignored Scott and the others for the moment. At the mention of Remy's name Harry had stopped struggling against his captors. They were stunned as silver eyes frantically peered about. Hank eyed Jean closely, "Professor's orders with Remus' advice. Harry will be manageable if he can see Remy. It's the same trick he used while unconscious when Warren was in the infirmary."

Hank nodded, hurrying into the small medical bay to wake the sleeping Cajun, "Time to awaken, my Acadian friend."

"M. Bete?" Remy groggily turned to face a hovering blue beast, "Wha?"

"I'm afraid you need to stand, Remy. You are the prescribed medicine for our feral kitten." Hank aided his young friend to his feet, slowly helping the thief limp into the main body of the plane.

Remy blinked away the insistent sleep as he heard the low rumbling of a feline. He was tired and confused, even sore. If Hank hadn't kept a grip upon him, he would have fallen when Harry pressed against his left side, curling close. Face buried in his neck, Remy slightly flinched as his bruises were jarred but stroked the soft skin. Harry arched into his petting, purring. "Now what?"

Jean softly smiled, "He needed to know you were safe." She turned to watch as Wolverine as he a low snarl rumbled in his chest. He was waking, slowly but surely. "We are to let them go in the forest."

Storm glanced from her seat, "I hope the Professor knows what he's doing."

Eyes watched as Harry's head twisted in search of his mate but not moving from the sleepy petting of Remy. "Remy fine, chere. Y' best see t' Logan." But Harry refused to move, wanting his own opinion that Remy was fine.

Golden eyes opened in rapid blinks. Wolverine could smell his mate, he was close. His healing factor was working overtime to flush his system, every time a limb felt free, he moved it to work out the stiffness. "Storm?"

Said pilot was maneuvering the large plane onto mansion grounds when Jean called for her, "We're almost touching, Jean. I'd suggest we ready the hatch."

Remy eased back against Hank as he steadily pushed Harry into Logan's direction. Silver eyes watched him closely, senses open wide. Their Thief was tired and weak. He smelled of medicines and exhaustion. With one last nuzzle to the pale throat, Harry pulled away to eye his mate. He wanted to fight but there wasn't enough room to maneuver. "Over here, Sheik." The Hybrid turned to see the redhead pointed to the opening door. A feral grin crossed his face as he dove out, twisting in the few inches of air to land on his feet before fleeing for the sanctuary of the woods.

Wolverine roared as his mate disappeared from sight, claws extending to full length. He leapt to his feet as Jean shielded the X-men to make sure Wolverine only had one way out, the doors. Remy laughed tiredly as his two friends disappeared, "Happy hunting, mes amis!"