"So, Harry," Scott said as he sat down next to the bed that Hank had confined the boy to for an indeterminate amount of time. "I have some things to explain to you, I'm guessing." Green eyes gave him a bland look, and he chuckled. "First of all, your mother was my cousin, so that makes you my cousin by default."

Harry blinked, frowning slightly and Scott gave him an odd look. And then comprehension dawned. "You know Dudley?" Harry's face scrunched up in disgust. "Yeah," Scott agreed absently, "I pretty much thought the same. And that was only when he was a baby."

There was a moment silence, Scott lost in memories, and then Harry poked his arm softly, gaining his attention. "I was only about eight when you were born," he said softly. "Your mother and father got married straight out of Hogwarts—yes, I know about the school even though I'm 'muggle'—and you were born soon after. Lily was ten years older than me, but she was my designated babysitter." He smirked. "I think I pretty much drove her nuts."

Harry raised an eyebrow and he continued. "My little brother, Alex, and I spent a lot of time at your house when you were a baby. But about the time that your parents took you into hiding, we were in a plane crash. My parents died, I lost my brother and I…ended up in New York." He decided not to go into detail on that. "Apparently, Dumbledore was told that I was dead. Soon after, I was told that you and your parents were killed."

You don't believe that.

"Oh," Scott murmured. "I know that Lily is dead, Harry. But your father…" He trailed off, gazing at the wall for a long time. "I think that Logan is really your father, Harry." Harry merely looked at him in interest. "You see, James's body was never found, but there was a lot of blood. Logan has enhanced healing. It's almost impossible to kill him short of blowing him to little bits. I'm thinking that Voldemort didn't use the killing curse on him, and that his healing abilities came out at that time."

There was a short pause and then Scott sighed. "The reason he didn't come after you, though, is because he couldn't." Harry gave him a questioning look. "Logan was…a lab rat, for lack of any other words. He doesn't even remember anything from before six years ago. For all intents and purposes, James Potter is dead. All we have left of him is Logan."

Scott couldn't begrudge the boy his curiosity. If he had found out that his long dead father was really alive, then he too would be curious. It was just that Logan was so different from James, that Scott wasn't exactly sure what to say. "I'm sure many people have told you stories about your parents."

Harry shook his head. Scott frowned. "Why not?"

Lived with Dursleys.

Scott swore softly, and then sighed. "Logan's nothing like James used to be. He's not a prankster, he's not…he's not James. He's a mutant that at times is more animal than man. He's deadly, sarcastic, and an overall pain. But he's loyal, and would do anything for the students here. In that way, he is the same as James." He frowned. "James is dead, Harry. I need you to understand that. Your father survived that night, but James didn't."

Logan did.

"Right," Scott said gently. He rubbed at his forehead, above his visor. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked, studying the boy.

Yes.

"Nobody's going to force you to talk, Harry," Scott replied. "But you can't stay silent forever."

For as long as I want.

"How long is that?" The mutant asked with a frown. That, certainly, was not the answer he had been expecting.

Until I can sleep.

Scott's brow scrunched up in confusion. "What, exactly, do you mean by that?" But before Harry could reply, the Professor called Scott up to his office to go over the records that had just appeared with the rest of Harry's stuff. "Professor Xavier is calling," he said softly, getting to his feet. "Get some rest, Harry."

Scott nodded to the Professor as he entered the office and dropped into one of the armchairs. The rest of the team, as well as a few of the older students were there as well, and they all looked at him curiously as he massaged his temples. His headache was returning with a vengeance. "How is young Harry doing, Scott?" Charles asked gently.

"Better than I thought he'd be doing," Scott replied seriously. "Although he says he isn't going to talk until he can sleep. Whatever that means."

Jean shook her head, moving closer to her husband. "I can't hear his thoughts, Scott."

"Psychic link," Scott muttered. "Although why with me, I'll never know."

"You're his family," Charles replied. "He must have recognized that, despite how young he was at the time he knew you."

Scott didn't think it would be a good idea to bring up his speculations about Logan being the Boy-Who-Lived's father. So instead, he turned his attention to the file on the professor's desk, giving a low whistle at how thick it was. "Would those be Harry's records?"

Charles nodded, opening the file and flipping through the pages. "This boy is already X-Men material."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Do the files tell why Harry ended up with the Dursleys, of all people?"

Logan shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. But Charles merely sighed. "Apparently, his Godfather—who was to be his guardian should anything happen to his parents—was the one that betrayed them. He was their Secret Keeper."

"Sirius wasn't our Secret Keeper," Logan mumbled softly. "He was the obvious choice. That's why we chose Peter."

There was silence in the room after that, everyone staring at the feral in surprise. Everyone but Scott that is. "I swear," Scott replied. "If you start calling me 'Scottie', I will blast you from here to Nebraska."

Logan smirked. "I'm not sure what it is I'm rememberin' bub, but it's got somethin' to do with that boy and your family."

"Because you're Harry's father," Scott replied shortly. And then he grimaced. "Which makes me related to you through marriage. Ugh."

"Well," Charles said faintly. "This is certainly unexpected." He turned back to the file. "Dumbledore tried to get permission for Remus Lupin to have custody of Harry, but the Ministry wouldn't allow it on account that he is a werewolf. They practically forced the Headmaster's hand in placing the boy with the Dursleys." He continued scanning the page. "Sirius escaped Azkaban when Harry was thirteen, was found innocent by Dumbledore, but wasn't declared innocent by the Ministry until two months ago." He frowned. "Unfortunately, Sirius died a year ago during battle."

Storm shook her head, running a hand through her white hair. "Did the man never get a trial before they threw him in Azka-whatsit?"

"No," Charles responded with a frown. "It says here that Dumbledore only managed to get Harry away from the Dursleys last year when physical abuse became evident."

"That poor kid," Rogue murmured.

Logan looked practically livid. "Who would harm an innocent child?"

"Vernon," Scott replied, rolling his eyes in disgust. "I never did like that man."

Bobby shook his head, looking over at the professor. "Why do you say he's X-Men material, anyway?"

Charles raised an eyebrow, looking up from the paperwork in his hands. "He defeated the Dark Lord at the age of one. He defeated him again at the age of eleven with his bare hands. When he was twelve, he killed a basilisk—esentially a giant, venomous snake that can kill you by looking at you—with nothing but a sword, manageing to destroy the Dark Lord's shadow memory and save a young girl at the same time. When he was thirteen…well, we already know about Sirius, although he did manage to outrun a werewolf and save both himself and his Godfather from over fifty Dementors. When he was fourteen he was illegally forced into a competition that had him battling dragons, merpeople and other monsters. Only to be kidnapped at the end of it, forced to help in resurrecting the Dark Lord and then duel him. Which he survived, returning with the body of a friend that had been killed by the Dark Lord's minions. When he was fifteen he was tricked into breaking into the Ministry where he then fought off the Dark Lord's minions, known as the Death Eaters, and had to watch as his Godfather was killed. He then found out about a prophecy that states that he is the only one capable of killing this Dark Lord. At sixteen, he was kidnapped and held captive by said Dark Lord for two months before somehow killing twenty of his captors before being brought here."

Everyone in the room had paled by the time Charles had finished, nobody knowing what to say. Finally, Kitty spoke up, her voice wavering. "And, he's, like, fine?" She waved a hand. "After all that?"

Hank, who had joined them earlier, shook his head. "I wouldn't exactly say fine. He's suffering from severe malnutrition as well as multiple injuries. And he's refusing to speak. Needless to say, there's probably some mental and emotional issues he's going to have to work through."

"Which is why he's here," Charles finished. "Albus has asked that we help the boy cope while keeping him safe from Death Eaters."

Silence met his words and then, one by one, everyone nodded. "We can do that," Ororo said faintly.