Always
"Chapter Two"

AN: Guys I have done so much research for this story to make the timelines work. I haven't done that since the first chapter of ALPHA AND OMEGA. I can now tell you when the first telephone was created in 1896 but also that Alexander Graham Bell was the first to PATENT it, not design it. I love writing. I learn so much. I didn't know there were two Sirius Black's either. Until writing and researching for AaO.

Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters was built in Westchester - 1950 (coinciding with the start of the Korean War) This is where the story starts.

Lily and James' Birth 1875
Harry's Birth - July 31's 1893
Logan's Birth - December 22, 1874

This story takes place in 1950. Harry's real age is 57. James' is 76.

Harry arrived home just short of 20 minutes after leaving the bar. It had begun to drizzle as he drove the distance. Glad he'd moved to a small town with little sun similar to England. Something that tore at his heart, though, too. He knew had he stayed he'd have been used for his abilities. Wouldn't have been able to keep his same reputation intact. He still wrote to Hermoine and Ron, but without the use of an owl anymore he had to do it via muggle post. Which he was sorely not a fan of.

Shucking off his old boots, Harry started toward the stovetop to make some tea. Today might have been a hot day, but with the dark clouds now out and the increasing rain; he would prefer some tea and a snack as he watched the sunset. Not that he needed to eat anymore to stay alive, he just couldn't shake habits. He knew going to dodgy establishments during the middle of the day would only draw attention to himself but he had nothing to do and nobody to do it with so he often entertained himself by watching the ring matches that seemed to be a constant in this area.

While his water came to a boil, Harry pulled the napkin that the other man had given him out of his jean pocket, and began to dial the number on the phone that sat in his living room next to the couch. The more it rang, the more nervous Harry got. Before he could bail and try again later, the receiver was picked up and the gruff voice of the man he'd just met about an hour ago answered with a "Hello?"

"Is this James?" Harry asked unsurely. He hadn't had a lot of time to get used to telephones as his aunt and uncle never could afford one, and when he made it to the wizarding world he didn't need one. When he was in China, before Canada, they didn't use them either.

"Yea." The other side of the newly bought household telephone said, also, unsurely.

"This is Harry, we met about an hour ago."

"I remember, darlin'," James said on the other end. Harry didn't know it from the non-visual conversation, but Logan had a shit-eating grin on his face when he heard the younger man's voice. "Didn't think you'd call me so early" James added.

James could just see the younger man blushing again in his mind.

"James it's 6 pm. That's not early." Harry said deadpanning.

"You're cute," James replied. Completely ignoring when Harry asked him what he meant. "Can I come to get you and show you around the area tomorrow?" James asked simply.

"I don't know, James. We're both 4 pm alcoholics. What is it we'd do?" Harry said as he noticed his water now boiling. "One second! I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Harry added in a rush as he set the phone down on the couch and ran to pour the water over his previously prepared tea and bring it with him to sit on the couch. As he sat on the couch he accidentally spilled some of the tea on his waist as it splashed while he walked. "Shit," Harry exclaimed in surprise. Now setting the tea on the end table. "OK. I'm back."

"You OK?" James asked in question.

"Yea just spilled my tea, nothing I can't handle."

The duo continued talking on the phone together as the night progressed. Harry would be reading otherwise, his house a literal wall-to-wall library any bookworm would die for. He needed something to entertain himself, and he had no interest in purchasing a Television. He'd seen them in shopping centers in Toronto. They were loud and annoyed him to no end. Harry did, however, have his mother's old Radio he'd listen to on occasion.

After saying goodbye to the mystery man who'd just entered his life it was reaching 10 pm. Well past convenient hours to talk to someone on the telephone. This told Harry that James lived on his own as well. Not that that was any of his business.

Harry slipped into bed knowing he was now going out on the town (as James stated) with the man who couldn't leave his mind.

When morning had come, Harry had woken with excitement he couldn't remember having since he went to Hogwarts. He was dressed, now, in his best shirt and dress pants. The Shirt was forest green to match his eyes, as Hermoine said. Followed by black dress slacks he'd never had a reason to use.

He knew James was about to arrive, but he was valiantly failing to do anything that made his hair look presentable. Before He stopped aging he couldn't really control it either, but now? Now his hair was almost a huge giveaway that he wasn't normal. Wasn't human. It stuck up in odd places and made him look like Tarzan, King of the apes. Or so he thought. Too bad he had no other control over animals as a tell-tale sign of his freakishness, but he could still talk to snakes!

There was a firm knock from his front door. Harry swiftly made it to said door to open it. He was greeted face to face with the muscular man he had spent five hours talking to on the phone with the night before.

"Why, hello," Harry said in greeting.

" Hi." The older man said.

"Come on in. I still need to put my boots on."

The two entered the foyer and Harry lead James to the house's drawing-room.

"Jeez, kid, you live here?" James asked in shock. He hadn't seen a layout like this since he was a child. Silently the burly man hoped this kid wasn't a preppy, but genius, Cambridge graduate. What was he saying he didn't care if the boy was a genius. Preppy, though? And the current clothes he was dressed in weren't easing his worry.

"Yea, I moved in last week," Harry said as he slipped into his newly fashionable shoes.

"You know those aren't boots right?" James stated, confused.

"What are they?" Harry asked the man, also confused.

"They're loafers. . ."

"Oh. I just thought they were dress shoes"