Okay, people have been asking me how Logan could be James if he was born sometime in the 1800s. Well, here's my answer: If I can have Scott and Jean and Xavier alive, then why can't I change Logan's birthdate?

And as for Harry having powers? I don't know yet. I left it open in case it turned in that direction, but I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, so I really don't know. Now. On with the story.

Logan was smirking as he walked down the hall, and Jean raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know what has you so happy?"

"I'm goin' out for a while," Logan replied.

Jean blinked. "Where to?"

"London."

"Ah'm goin' with ya," Rogue said from where she had just entered the room. She didn't wilt under Logan's fierce glare like so many of the other students did. "Ya cain't say no, Logan. Ya ain't got a choice."

"Marie," Logan growled.

Her eyes narrowed. "Ah already got the Professor's permission," she stated smugly. Logan growled, knowing that he couldn't go against that. Rogue turned to Jean. "We're takin' the jet, Sugah. If ya need it, give us a call."

Jean grinned. "Have fun."

At that, Logan looked a little more pleased. "Oh, don't worry 'bout that, Darlin'. We're gonna have a blast." He and Rogue left for the hanger, Jean staring after them with a slightly perturbed look on her face.

"Oh dear," she muttered softly.

"So," Rogue said from her place as the co-pilot, watching the ocean beneath them. "Where are we goin'?"

Logan hummed softly, deep in thought and muttering odd words like 'fidelius' and 'wards'. He then turned to Rogue and gave a wolfish grin. "Remember this: Headquarters is located at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

Rogue gave him an odd look and then nodded, wondering what that had to do with her question. But she remained silent for a long while, until land appeared and Logan guided the Jet down into a large, dark alley. He was still smirking, and she was beginning to feel a little worried about what he was planning to do. "We're not gonna kill anyone, righ'?" she muttered.

"Kill?" Logan asked, sounding mockingly-shocked at the assumption. "No. Maim? Possibly."

"What did Ah get myself inta?" Rogue groaned, following Logan out of the plane. Logan led her to a row of old, dingy houses and she was surprised to see that number eleven was followed by number thirteen. "Think about hat address I told you." She did so and another house seemingly morphed out of nowhere between the first two. He led Rogue inside, and she cringed at the darkness of the place, although it was obvious that someone had been trying to clean.

Following Logan, who seemed to know his way around, into a room that was filled with people, Rogue was suddenly startled by the amount of sticks pointed at her. No, wait. Wands. They were wands, not sticks.

Blasted wizards and their need to make the world more complicated.

"How'd you get in here?" a gnarly old man with a peg leg and a creepy false eye demanded.

Logan gave a feral grin. "I used to be the Secret Keeper, Alastar. First time around."

One of the wizards laughed, lowering his wand. "Good to see you so soon, James."

"It's Logan now, Moony," Logan grunted, and Rogue raised an eyebrow. "I need to talk to you," he added, looking the werewolf over.

"Sure."

Logan turned to Albus. "I'm gonna be borrowin' Wolfie, here."

"Of course, Mr. Potter," Albus smiled, blue eyes twinkling as the rest of the Order stared at them in shock.

Beside the Headmaster, Severus Snape was the first one to regain his composure. "Pretentious as always. Can't expect anything more from a Potter," he spat.

Logan said nothing, but a single claw shot out from his knuckles, effectively flipping the Potions Master off and causing gasps to echo about the room. Rogue sighed slightly, and then whapped Logan on the back of the head. "Logan! Manners!" Logan growled at her and she pulled off one of her gloves, waving a hand threateningly. "Don't make me touch you."

With a look that would have been cowed on anyone else, Logan turned back to Remus and Rogue pulled her glove back on. "Come on, Remus."

They left the group of shocked wizards and went back to the foyer, where Rogue stuck out one hand. "Mah name's Rogue. Ah'm guessin' yer Remus?"

"That's right," Remus said, taking her hand with a small smile. "Remus J. Lupin, the resident werewolf."

"Friend of Logan's?" Rogue asked, tilting her head towards the feral, who had pulled out a cigar by this point.

Remus shrugged. "Friend of James." He turned to Logan. "You've changed, mate."

"So have you," Logan answered, gently slugging him in the jaw. "I thought we had broken you of that habit."

"What habit?" Remus muttered, amber eyes meeting blue.

"You're a werewolf, Moony," Logan said gruffly. "Show it. Be proud of it."

Remus scoffed. "I can't even walk down Diagon Ally without people jeering at me or throwing things. I can't hold a job due to the new Ministry Decrees. I can't take care of Harry…what is there to be proud of?"

"You are a wolf!" Logan growled, noticing the slight twitch of the wolf at the sound. "That is what you should be proud of. Sirius would agree."

"Sirius is dead, James, Logan, whoever," Remus snapped back. "He can't agree with anything."

Rogue stepped between the two. "Tha's enough, boys," she said gently, not wanting a fight to break out, as it was wont to do with Logan.

"Come back with us," Logan said suddenly.

Remus looked at him in shock. "What?"

"Harry needs someone to train him in magic," Logan explained, taking a long drag of his cigar. 'So come back with us."

"Can't you train him?"

Logan shot him an irritated look. "I ain't got a clue about his magic, bub, "he growled, inwardly pleased by the flashing of amber eyes. "I hardly remember anything."

"So you expect me to just up and leave for you?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For my son."

Remus smirked. "I'd do anything for Harry."

Logan grunted. "Good. Get packed. I'll talk to Albus. Oh. And we're gonna stop by the Dursleys on the way back."

Remus gave an entirely feral smile. "Finally."

Logan and Rogue reentered the dining room and stood silently as the wizards all continued to yell at each other. They quieted slowly as they realized that the mutants had returned, and they turned to stare at the two. Rogue and Logan took it in stride, and the feral smirked at Dumbledore. "We'll be taking Remus with us."

As expected, Snape went off on a litany about how Potters were arrogant, spoiled prats who expected to receive whatever they wanted. Rogue, who had been silent for the first five minutes of his diatribe, finally snapped.

"Oh shut up!" Everyone jumped at the sound of her southern voice. "Ah don't know ya, but Ah know enough to see that ya always act like this. And it's not much better than a sulkin' teenager. You should be ashamed of yourself." Logan looked on as Rogue continued her lecture, rather amused by the sight of Snape speechless. Of course, just about the entire room was speechless, except for Remus who was trying desperately to smother his snickers from where he stood in the doorway.

Albus's eyes were twinkling furiously, and he turned to the werewolf in an effort to hide his smile as soon as Rogue finished what she had to say. "I expect you to keep in touch, Remus," he said softly.

Remus raised an eyebrow, giving a small nod. "Of course, sir."

"Well good," Logan grunted. "Now, let's go." He gave half a wave to those present. "See ya 'round."