A/N: Hey sorry about the lack of updates, but I'm home alone for the night, and its Saturday tomorrow so you know what that means?

An update!

And as it is, I have indeed made Harry a bit too powerful, so I may have to do something about that, but he is basically a cross with wolverine, Prof X and Jeans powers, I got the list of an X-men site so sorry if he seems too powerful

And I will have a surprise for you, I have an idea whom I want Harry to be with, and you may figure it out before I reveal her, but I just wanna say, this is AU as well and I have not watched X-men in months so it will most likely disagree with the storyline, but meh shiz happens

Enjoy!

The flight of the wolf

All that was heard in the deathly silent room was the heavy breathing of Tonks, who had just seconds before announced that Harry's cousin Dudley was dead.

Dumbledore acted first, he stood up fast, which immediately caught the attention of the other members

"I want everyone here to apparate to Privit Drive, we must find Harry, he will not stay safe for long when Voldemort discovers his disappearance"

The order stood and left the room, leaving McGonagall, Mad-eye, Remus and Arthur. Dumbledore conjured a piece of robe, before making sure everyone had a grip on it, he turned the rope into a portkey and activated it.

With a whirl of colours they arrived on the front lawn of 4 Privit Drive, other order members turned up soon after. Albus strode forward first, and what he saw shocked, angered and scared him all at once.

Lying there, obviously dead, was Dudley Dursely, surrounded in a pool of his own blood, and by the looks of it, urine. Dumbledore sighed heavily. He was angry, what had these people done to provoke Harry so? But what scared him, was the 3 holes in Dudley's chest, how had Harry ended up doing that?

He sighed before turning back to Tonks, who had entered with the others behind him

"Auror Tonks, I believe you should call this in, inform the ministry there has been a murder, and Harry Potter's location is unknown" He sighed. He didn't want to involve the ministry but there was not much choice

Tonks nodded, before disappearing with a 'Pop'

"What do you think happened Albus, and where is Harry?" Minerva whispered

"That" Dumbledore spoke, staring into the slowly darkening sky "Is the question is it not?"

Wolverine

Logan gave a deep growl in his throat, as he leant moodily on the handlebars of his motorbike. He looked at the building in front of him with two feelings, anger, that the little shit had led him here, and pride, that the kid knew how to lose a trail.

He shook his head before entering the airport.

Some hours later, the unconscious body of Jim Scottson was found in a storage closet, tied to a chair and with his security guard uniform missing. And it would be even more hours later that it was discovered that the security video room had been broken into, and they never found the uniform in the dumpster outside.

Logan was already on a plane back to America, where he would hopefully pick up the trail.

4 months later…

A young man with chin length black hair snapped his eyes up from his drink; he exhaled his cigar fumes and gave an animalistic growl. If you weren't looking at him you would have thought it was a wolf you were hearing growling. The man took a deep sniff through his nose, smelling something normal people never could have if they tried.

Harry Potter got up with a grunt, and stormed past the bar of the pub he was in; he dropped two $20 notes and walked out into the parking lot.

He was currently in a small town in Northern Canada, where he had been for the past 2 weeks. Ever since he had gotten to America he had went straight to Canada, and spent 2 months in solitude in a Log cabin he had bought. He went under an alias here…

Night Wolf

This was so nobody could track him as Harry Potter. He had spent most of those two months working out, and testing out his powers.

As well as his claws, speed, and telekinetic powers, he had found a few more, like his sense of smell, which was unbelievably useful, and was also a master at stealth, nobody knew if he was coming, going, hiding or if he even existed. He had learnt how to stay in the shadows, and he was pretty proud of that.

He had also taking lessons in martial arts from an old Japanese martial arts master that had lived by him. The man, Kina Amershi, was retired, but had spotted him hauling a whole tree trunk back to his log cabin. He had managed to convince him to learn the arts of his family, and Harry was glad he had agreed. The old man had taught him well, and he was now someone who should be avoided. He used his own combination of martial arts, so he was near unbeatable in a fight. It also helped that his punches were like a jumbo jet flying into you.

He stalked up to his faithful motorcycle; it was a Yamaha XVS 650 DragStar, a black and silver one. He didn't know why but he had fell in love with the thing, and bought it on his travels towards Canada. He hopped on and started her up; it gave a roar of life, He put adjusted his sunglasses and hat, before he took off down the country road.

He had moved away from his cabin for two reasons. One, he wanted to explore the country and see what was what, and where he could get things done. He had made a few friends, the most important, was the head of the Mafia.

By a twist of fate, he had come across the guy being shot at, and so he had jumped in with his own Desert Eagles, one in each hand. The man, Salvatore Leone (Yes GTAIII, I couldn't think of anything else!) had been grateful to him, and he had became an unofficial member of the Mafia. He kept in touch with the old guy every once and a while, he had helped him a lot by given him a GENEROUS amount of money, ¾ of a million dollars! And he also had access to any type of weapon he needed, and Mafia safehouses were nationwide! Salvatore had told the others he was a personal favourite of his, so the others knew not to question him.

The second reason however, was another one. Someone was tracking him. He didn't know who, he didn't know why, he didn't care! So far he was able to keep ahead of him but whoever this guy was is good, he had managed to track him well.

He continued to drive down the road before he turned off and drove down a dirtpath with lots of twists and turns, until he finally reached another of his log cabins. He placed the biked next to the cabin, in a place where he could easily hop on it if trouble ever came or he was in a hurry.

He took off his hat and laid it on the table, where his guns and mobile phone lay. He walked into his bedroom and started to pack his things. If this guy was near, he knew he couldn't stay here any longer. As he was walking he picked up his headset, which was linked to his phone (think Bluetooth) and spoke

"Start call, contact, Pops" He spoke. Pops was his nickname for the old don, he was a really great guy.

It rang for a few seconds before a voice answered

"Well well, look who's calling, Night Wolf" A slightly accented voice spoke

Harry smiled as he still packed his things

"Hey old man, what's going on, all things good?" He asked his voice slightly more happy than his usual toneless growl.

"Ah my boy, my boy, all is well in our family, the Triads have settled down and all is good" Came the mans jovial voice

"Good good, look Pops, I'm calling for a reason, this guy that's tracking me has caught up with me again, know any places I can shift to" Harry got to the point

"Hmm this is worrying, he found you again you say?" Came his slightly worried tone of voice.

"Yea, but he aint seen me, so that's a good advantage to have" Harry murmured

"Harry my boy, I know a place you can head to, but are you sure you don't want help? You know my boys love you as one of their own, it won't be any trouble" He said, only Salvatore knew his real name, and his past, apparently that was how good his contacts were, he knew of magic, in fact ½ of the mafia were magic users.

Harry smiled slightly

"You know you're my family Pops, but this is summit I've been doin for most of my life, I prefer doin things alone you know? But I'll call if I have to big a problem"

"Very well my boy, just you keep yourself safe, I wont have you getting killed unless they get through me and the boys, you hear me?"

"Yea, thanks pops, so what's the address?"

Salvatore gave him the address and within twenty minutes, the cabin was empty, as if no one had ever lived there, and with a loud roar, Harry drove away.

Wolverine

Wolverine, on his own bike, arrived about an hour after Harry had left, he took a look inside the cabin, before banging his head off the wall in frustration, damn this kid was good! He was working his ass off trying to catch up with him but the kid was gone before he was even 3 miles close.

He picked up his own phone and dialled a number

A few minutes later a voice answered

"Logan, any luck?" Came Storms voice

Logan gave a grunt "Nah-uh, kids gone, again. Have chuck take another look for him if he can, I'll follow as long as I can but it aint getting any easier for us"

Storm sighed "We've been over this before Logan, because of his powers it's almost impossible to track him through Cerebro, and if YOU are having trouble finding him, chances are we'll lose him. And Charles is visiting a friend at the moment with Jean and Scott"

Logan gave a sigh "Well I'm keeping up with him so far, I aint giving up so easily, ill call soon"

Soon he took off in the same direction Harry had gone an hour before.

Hogwarts

Hermione Granger let out a sigh, before putting her book back into her bag, she nudged Ginny, who had her head resting on her own book. The younger girl gave a groan of annoyance

"Come on Gin, Lets check in" Hermione spoke.

Ever since Harry had gone missing, they would check in with the headmaster once a week to see what news there was, if any.

Ginny nodded before packing away her own book and following her older friend to the stone gargoyle that led to the Headmasters office.

"Carmac" Hermione spoke. The gargoyle shifted aside revealing the staircase, the headmaster had went exploring during his holidays and had found a LOT of new sweet names, muggle and magical.

Both girls walked in before freezing, the headmaster had visitors

"Ah Hermione, Ginny, please, come in, come in" Dumbledore smiled brightly, his eyes twinkling merrily.

"I see what you mean Albus, they are indeed very bright" Came another mans voice. Hermione shifted slightly and, to her shock, saw a bald man in a wheelchair.

Dumbledore chuckled "Yes, both are the top of their years"

Hermione, ever the smart witch, put two and two together

"Professor, have you found news on Harry?"

Both the lady with red hair and the man with red-tinted glasses laughed at this

"Wow, we just finished and we gotta tell it again" The man laughed

Both Dumbledore and the man in the wheelchair chuckled.

"Yes, we have news Hermione" He smiled slightly

Both girls jumped at this, and leant forward eagerly to hear

"An introduction is in need, I believe" Dumbledore continued

"This, is Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster of Professor Xavier's school for gifted youngsters" He indicated the bald man

"It is a pleasure to meet you" He replied, shaking both their hands.

"And these" He pointed to the man and woman "Are Scott Summers and Jean Grey, also teachers at the school" Both nodded their heads at the youngsters

"Now Hermione, I want to ask you a question" Professor Xavier said

Hermione nodded her head once to show she was ready

"Do you know what the term 'Mutant' means?"

Hermione frowned

"What's Harry got to do with…" She trailed off before looking at Dumbledore for an answer.

"Yes Hermione, it is true" Xavier replied to her unspoken question. "We are mutants" He spread his arms slightly.

Just as Ginny was about to interrupt he spoke again

"And yes, your friend Harry Potter, is also a mutant"

A/N: Well there we go, how's that?

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