Scott held the boy in his lap the entire way home, Storm flying the plane, and Logan wrapping a blanket around the thin child. Harry had yet to let go of Scott's visor, and the other three on the Jet were shooting them covert glances. Finally, they couldn't stop their curiosity. "Honey?" Jean asked softly. "How is he negating your power? Is he like Jimmy?"

Scott shook his head. "No. I still have my power. I can feel it. Harry's magic is just keeping it in check."

"So, he's not a mutant?" Logan asked, glancing back at them from the co-pilot's seat.

Scott frowned slightly, gazing at Logan with his unnervingly blue eyes. He shifted his burden, and Harry curled more firmly against him. "It's possible he could be, and that his magic is causing late development of his powers. If I'm right about something, than his father is a mutant. So it's quite possible that he could be."

"His father is a mutant?" Storm asked. They had all been told that Harry's parents had been murdered fifteen years ago.

Scott shrugged the best he could with Harry still in his arms. "Quite possibly. But we're going to have to wait on that one," he answered, still looking at Logan.

Unsettled, Logan turned away, trying to figure out why he had seemed so drawn to this wizarding stuff. Why he had recognized Lupin and had known him to be a wolf even before he had caught his scent. And why the boy in Scott's arms almost demanded his attention, and—dare he say it—his love.

The plane settled into its hanger, and Scott stood, leading the others into the mansion. They forewent the lower levels, taking the boy straight into the school. "Welcome home, Harry," Scott murmured.

There's no such thing as home.

Scott blinked at the utter despair behind that simple thought, and walked into the living room which was filled with students watching a late-night movie. "There is," he contradicted, ignoring the completely shell-shocked looks he was getting from the other kids. "We'll just have to prove it to you." He met Bobby's eyes and smiled. "Bobby, could you get the Professor for me?"

Bobby stared for a moment before nodding and running out, leaving Scott chuckling. "I think we've completely surprised them."

"Can you blame them, Scott?" Ororo asked, laying her hand gently against his shoulder and smiling at the children. "They've never seen your eyes before. I've never seen your eyes before."

"What's this?" Professor Xavier asked as he wheeled into the room. He blinked up at Scott, also in shock. "I cannot reach your mind, Cyclops."

Scott shrugged, unconcerned. "Albus will be sending Harry's things and records shortly."

Charles tilted his head to one side. "You know Albus?"

"I've heard of him," Scott replied. "Lily always spoke of him with great respect."

"He is a man worthy of it," Charles responded softly. "It is good to see your eyes again, my boy."

Only when we're touching.

Scott glanced at the boy in his arms, but didn't say anything. Charles looked between the two of them and then shook his head. "I would like it if Dr. McCoy took Harry to the medical wing. He has been in captivity for two months, after all."

"In that case," Scott murmured, and Harry replaced the visor gently. "No one here will hurt you," the mutant whispered in an attempt to ease the boy's subtle trembling. "I promise."

Promises can be broken.

"I'll do everything in my power not to break that one," Scott murmured in reply. He was startled to see Charles frown, and then realized that no one else could hear Harry's voice. Which meant that he and Harry had established a psychic link much like he had with Jean.

Hank entered the room then, smiling at the boy. "You must be Harry. I'm Dr. Hank McCoy."

Wide green eyes stared up at the large, blue man, but they didn't seem frightened of his appearance. Merely intrigued. Harry didn't make any protest when Scott handed him over to the doctor, although he did glance at the mutant. "I'll be down soon, Harry," Scott said gently. Hank nodded once to the assembled people and then gently carried Harry off.

Scott turned to the students still staring blankly at him. "That was Harry Potter. He's not a mutant, but he will be staying with us for some time." He paused, eyeing them all. "I don't think he's going to be speaking for a while, so don't pressure him to do so. And don't sneak up on him. Don't touch him unless he knows you're going to touch him."

"Why?" Kitty Pryde asked softly, her face scrunching up in confusion.

"Because he'd probably kill you before he realized you weren't going to hurt him," Logan said bluntly. Jean, Ororo and Scott did nothing to contradict him, remembering how Riddle Manor had looked when they had arrived. "That boy's been through a lot in the past two months."

"Ya said he was captured?" Rogue said softly, turning to Scott.

"Yes," Scott replied shortly. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "By someone that even Magneto would think was an evil bastard."

Ororo hit him over the head for that one. "Scott! Language! Especially in front of the children!"

Scott grinned and shrugged. "Sorry, Storm." He glanced at Xavier. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go check on my cousin now, okay?"

Charles nodded. "Of course."