"Why aren't you sleeping?" Scott asked as he entered the medical bay again. Logan followed him, almost hesitant in his movements. Harry merely looked at Scott, looking tired, but not exhausted as he should have been for not having slept at all last night.

I don't sleep.

"That's not healthy," Scott murmured. "Why not?"

The scar links me to Voldemort. And he can get to me in my sleep.

Scott blinked, but it was unseen behind his glasses. "Oh." He paused, shaking his head. "It's still not healthy."

I gave up my voice to Hecate, so she could take away my need for sleep.

Okay. That gave Scott pause. "Is there a way to break this link?" Harry shrugged. "I can have the Professor look into it. Honestly, I'm sure it would be a lot easier on all of us if you could talk to more people than just me." Harry nodded and then looked over at Logan. "Harry, this is Logan. I'll go speak to the Professor now and you two can just…get acquainted or something."

Scott left, leaving both Harry and Logan alone in the awkward silence. After a moment, Logan grunted uncomfortably. "So, kid, apparently I'm supposed to be your father. Don't remember much about it, truthfully. Except that Lily looked a hell of a lot like Cyke's wife."

Harry blinked, thinking that over before giving a small nod, smirking all the while. Logan caught the look and chuckled. "Yeah. Kinda strange to marry someone that's nearly identical to your cousin." He choked on a laugh. "Unless, of course, you're a pureblood."

Harry shook with silent laughter, and then winced. "Watch it, bub," Logan chided. "You're not up to full strength yet." Logan turned suddenly, grabbing a notebook and a pen and tossing them into the boy's lap. "Here ya go."

Harry stared at the objects and then gave Logan a questioning glance. "You wanna write about what happened?" Harry's face almost immediately shut down, going completely blank. "Talking about it helps, kid. Trust me on that one. And writing about it is a lot easier than talking."

Harry stared at the notebook for a long while, emotions racing wildly through his emerald eyes before they went blank again. Slowly, he picked up the pen and wrote a single sentence. "I'd have to start way back at the beginning."

Logan nodded. "Do that."

Harry stared at the notebook for a moment before sighing and waving a hand over it, setting the pen aside. Words appeared on the page, almost as fast as Harry was thinking them. This way, his hand wouldn't cramp while he told this virtual stranger his entire life story.

Logan moved closer to read the words as they formed.

Scott was in Xavier's office, watching as Charles thought over the problem on Harry's mind link. "I can look into it, Scott, but I can't promise anything."

Scott sighed. "Well, apparently, he won't be sleeping until the link is broken. And until he sleeps, he won't be speaking."

Ororo chose that moment to enter the office, looking flustered. "You left Logan alone with an emotionally traumatized boy?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

Scott glanced at her, shrugging. "Yeah. So?"

"It's Logan!" Ororo exclaimed in exasperation.

Scott sighed, smiling slightly. "Exactly my point. I may not like the man, but even I can see he's got a way with kids."

And of course, Logan chose that moment to walk into the room, frowning at a notebook in his hands. He glanced at those around him, looking disgruntled…okay, looking nearly furious. "Can I go kill the Dursleys?"

"No." Charles didn't even want to know what had happened.

"Harry wasn't supposed to be placed with them," Logan growled, memories coming more frequently than they had in years. He suspected that his son had something to do with that. "He's more bloody traumatized by them than he is Voldemort."

"Why?" Ororo asked. "I mean, I realize that he was abused, but…from what I've heard of Voldemort, Harry shouldn't even be alive."

"But he is," Jean murmured as she entered the room. "Do we know why?"

Logan snarled. "The git wanted to 'play' with him. Didn't want him dead yet."

"You do realize that you're beginning to use British words, don't you?" Scott asked with a grin.

"Shuddup." Logan threw the notebook onto Charle's desk. "Here ya go, Chuck. His life story in his words. And when I get my hands on those vile people and the Ministry, there ain't gonna be much left."

"No killing, Logan," Charles murmured with a small sigh. He looked up suddenly, remembering the letter that Albus had sent with information regarding the Death Eaters and Harry. "When's his birthday?"

"July 31st ," Logan answered automatically, staring out the window at the grounds. "Two weeks after Lily's."

They all stared at him for a long moment, and then Xavier smiled. "You're remembering much more."

"Yup," Logan muttered. "But it ain't much. Just enough to know I ain't that man anymore."

"No one expects you to be," Scott said softly. "Not even Harry."

"Good," Logan grunted. "Cause if that boy's got to save the world, than he's gonna get the training to do it right."