Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel characters or any of the X-men. The same can be said of the wonderful world of J.K. Rowling. I am not making any profit, but simply having fun. I did however create Emma Winter.

Memories and dreams are in italics.

Edited in March 2021 during lockdown.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked curiously as Logan stomped into the kitchen with an angry frown on his face. The witch had been setting the table for dinner for the staff and students. She wasn't a great cook so for her weekly dinners she had learned to order pizza.

"It's the professor. He doesn't want to help me to get to my memories. He said I should be patient! I have been fucking patient for years!" Logan hissed annoyingly as he slammed his fist firmly onto the counter making Emma jump in surprise.

The witch had never seen Logan so angry at the professor before. It seemed that Logan looked up the Xavier and in his way liked the professor. However, the two had been constantly bickering lately about Logan's memories and how to work through his memory loss. Logan had become increasingly impatient waiting for the professor to assist him in retrieving his lost memories. No matter how hard he pressed, Charles refused to budge saying that Logan needed to remember by himself.

"Is Charles the only one that can help you retrieve your memories?" Emma asked hesitantly after thinking for a while about Logan's options. The witch had an idea but was sure that the professor would be very annoyed at her suggesting such an alternative method for her frustrated friend.

"Yeah, I can't remember a thing and haven't met anyone who knows me from before. Well that's except for Stryker and he's dead," Logan growled before drinking a glass of scotch in one large sip before slamming the glass angrily down on the kitchen counter. Logan usually didn't drink any hard stuff at the school because of the students and for him to do so was a hint at how upset he was.

The witch wasn't sure she should suggest the solution that had come to mind; hell Emma knew she shouldn't even consider it. The professor had perfectly reasonable reasons why he didn't want to force Logan to remember; in his opinion lost memory should never be forced for it could have devastating effects on the person. Nevertheless watching Logan's struggle to regain his memories had affected the witch more than Emma thought was possible. She liked him immensely and their friendship had blossomed blossoming over the weeks since they made peace.

Logan seemed so unhappy not knowing who he was or where he came from and quite rightly so. In many ways Logan was lost in the world, not knowing his past or even if he had any family alive. Emma couldn't imagine being in his place, even though her memories tortured her she still wanted to keep them. She couldn't imagine living without knowing where she came from or what had happened in her life. In front sat a living example of the torture of not knowing one's actions, it seemed to be a living hell for Logan and it pulled at her heartstrings.

Emma turned towards Logan and stared at him deep in thought. Logan held another glass of scotch in his massive hand and chewed angrily at his cigar, his hazel eyes filled with fire. The mutant didn't even notice the witch staring at him as he was too busy staring out the window and into nothingness.

In a short time, Emma and Logan had become steadfast comrades, two loners against the old cliques of the house. They always saved Friday evenings for each other going out to eat or for drinks. It had become a habit that Emma enjoyed immensely, a steadfast thing to celebrate the end of the week with. Emma knew that Logan always got drunk on Saturdays with whatever chick was available, but Fridays were always her days and she enjoyed his company more with each passing week. Logan had even bought her first beer on the night she turned twenty-one, it was a taste the witch didn't care much for but it had been enjoyable to try none the same.

At the beginning of their friendship, Logan's charisma had distracted her beyond words, there was no denying that Logan was overbearingly attractive and it was a trait he was fully aware of. In time that first impression had disappeared, being replaced by deep respect and affection fuelled by the friendship the two shared. Emma was fully aware that her friend was ruggedly handsome, but it was his mind that kept her so interested in him and the friendship he offered so effortlessly to the lonely witch. Logan was well-read, and his intellect kept her constantly on her toes. He questioned everything in the world, including her and it helped Emma to grow up quickly in the new world she was in. The mutant had come like a breath of fresh air into Emma's life, and she wanted to help him as much as she could.

"Logan?" Emma asked hesitantly not knowing if she should suggest her idea to him. Perhaps he would hate the thought of magic inside his mind, it wouldn't be a strange reaction from a non-magical person.

Emma knew for a fact that both Xavier and Dumbledore would skin her alive and even Snape might sneer at her for suggesting her idea to Logan. On the other hand, Logan was a friend and Emma had always been a good friend of the few she let into her heart. The witch was more than willing to bend a few, or many rules, for those that were close to her heart. It was worth it for a friend. A little adventure wouldn't hurt them after all. Emma decided to see it like that, a little adventure to spice up their routine lives at Xavier's. In the end, she was certain it would be for the greater good even though the professor would probably not see it the same way if he found out.

Emma had made a quite risky decision but getting Logan's attention to hear her out seemed to be a challenge. Logan was either ignoring her or simply not listening as he continued to look out the window his jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was about to burst with annoyance.

"Logan!" Emma tried again impatiently waving her hands for attention. Her idea was a gamble and she needed Logan to answer her before she would lose all courage and bailout. Logan finally heard her. His hazel eyes bore into hers with such intensity that Emma almost felt her courage falter.

"I know something that might work," Emma said cautiously feeling Logan's attention hitting her like a ton of bricks. His gaze pierced into her as if he could see into every corner of her soul, making her feel naked in front of him.

"What's the thing?" Logan asked suspiciously, not understanding why the kid was fidgeting so much as she stood in front of him. His little friend was trying to explain something to him but Emma looked highly uncomfortable as she did so.

"A spell called legilimens. It could help ... I can't promise it will work but..." Emma said and before she could finish her sentence Logan was standing by her side, his bulk dwarfing her. In the next moment, Logan crushed Emma against his chest in a rough, bone-crushing hug that knocked the wind right out of her. The rough whiskers of his sideburns brushed against her pale cheek before he kissed it vigorously while continuing to hold her tightly.

"When can we start?" Logan murmured emotionally as he squeezed out every particle of air from Emma's lungs in celebration of the happy news.

"Logan ... air." Emma gasped as she tried to struggle to get out of his arms. Hugging was all nice and well but an emotional hug from someone who didn't know his strength was a slightly different story.

"Oh sorry," Logan answered sheepishly as he let the young woman go and Emma quickly left his arms. Logan knew well that he tended to squeeze Emma and Rogue a bit too hard when it came to hugs but sometimes, he just couldn't control his strength, especially when he was happy.

Emma seemed to want to add something more as she rubbed her hands together showing how nervous she was, and the mutant could see how conflicted she was. Logan wouldn't let her change her mind, there was no way he would after finally feeling a glimpse of hope in connection to his problem.

"The thing is, I have never really used this spell per se. It's been used on me and it's a temperamental spell," Emma told him honestly as Logan soaked up her every word.

"I cannot promise you swift results as it will drain my powers to do this especially because I am not used to it. I might hurt you; hurt myself or someone else who might get in the way. We cannot do it here in the school because I'm afraid Xavier might skin us alive for trying this," Emma said quickly and saw the winning glee in Logan's eyes. She didn't want him hurt but there was a real danger that it might happen. However, it seemed that Logan did not care in the slightest if he would get hurt or not, he simply wanted answers.

"When can we start?" Logan asked grinning from ear to ear, he felt much better a few moments before. Even though Emma hid it well she was wild at heart just like him and together they were more likely to break the rules than the other inhabitants of the mansion combined.

"What about Friday? I think it's better to do it when we don't have to work the next day," Emma said smiling happily at the handsome mutant in front of her.

"Sounds good kid," Logan said giving her a toothy grin before pouring himself another glass of scotch in celebration of the good news.

"One thing though, where will we go? We can't do the spell inside the mansion; Xavier would find out immediately," Emma added with a concerned tone to her voice. The witch had no interest in provoking the professor, she had a sneaking suspicion that Xavier could be formidable when angered.

"Don't worry I know the perfect place," Logan said mysteriously and no matter how much Emma tried to press him he wouldn't tell her the location.

It had been settled that Emma would help Logan to retrieve his memory and the mutant had morphed when hope was born in his chest. Still, Emma had a suspicion that she would worry about hurting Logan until the next Friday; she could only pray to Merlin that she and Logan would get out of the spell unscathed.