A/N; And here's another chapter! Enjoy!
It was only the next night that Teddy came out with the pictures, having been too tired after a long drive to the school. Now sitting in the recreational room between Rogue and Logan, Teddy opened a photo album on his lap, the first picture one of a pyramid. At the bottom of the pyramid you could see ten humanoid shapes.
A closer shot showed Harry with Lily and Caiden in his arms, a redheaded man with the twins held tightly to himself and Teddy standing straight in front of an elderly woman, her black hair being half grey. Beside her stood a blonde elderly woman with Scorpius standing properly in front of her.
"That's Grand-ma Andy behind me and Grand-ma 'Cissa behind Scor. They're sisters," explained the child. "And the one holding Cal and Ty is uncle George."
"He's the one that had a twin, right?" asked Rogue, leaning in closer to see his face better.
"Yeah, uncle Fred. They used to have a joke shop, but uncle George couldn't work in it after that. Dad says he does odd jobs now."
Odd jobs could mean anything, but if the redheaded man with the sad blue eyes was allowed to be close to Harry's children, he mustn't have fallen too deep into depression.
Half of the album was filled with different pictures of Egypt, George's demeanor brightening as the days went by. There was even a picture of him sleeping under a children pile up, all down for the siesta by the looks of it. Then the pictures skipped to less sunny ones with a different redhead with blue eyes along with a brown haired woman with soft doe eyes.
With them came two children; a little four-year-old girl with red hair and brown eyes while the two-year-old boy had blue eyes and hair of a dark auburn, resembling his mother.
"That's uncle Ron, uncle George's little brother, with aunt 'Mione and my cousins, Rose and Hugo," explained Teddy.
"The culprits who gave chicken pox to your little brothers," chuckled Logan.
"Yes!" giggled Teddy, as was evident by the rather large dots all over the two in the picture, Lily and Teddy playing with them in a few pictures while it was mostly the twins and Scorpius with them.
"That's uncle Bill, uncle Ron and George's eldest brother. Aunt Fleur didn't want to come because of the chicken pox. Daddy says she tends to be more of a snob than even uncle Draco."
Bill's face looked to have been almost ripped off, one ear missing and large scars going across his face at an angle. Had there been only three marks instead of four, Logan could almost believe he was the one who had deformed the redhead.
"What happened to him?" asked Rogue, worry clear in her voice.
"It happened during the war," Teddy replied with a shrug. "Dad says he'll tell me how exactly when I'm older."
A werewolf then, concluded silently Logan. It would be one of the only reasons to hide it from the child and the Feral could not find anything else in his mind that could leave marks like those that would ned to be hidden from the child.
Teddy spoke of every person in the pictures, happy to chat about his extended family. Then, at the very back of the album were pictures of a young woman, with varying hair styles and colors, Teddy's maternal grand-mother and a man close to her age joining the woman.
"Who's this?" asked Rogue gently, already knowing.
"My mom. Her name was Nymphadora, but she didn't like it so she went by her family name, Tonks. Grand-ma's full name is Andromeda and that's my Grand-pa Ted. I was named after him. He also died in the war. Daddy says that's why Grand-ma Andy has so much grey hair; because of the war."
Turning the page, Teddy pointed at the pictures of a few teenage boys in uniforms, all with red and golden scarves and trims.
"Those are my real dad's friends with him. Daddy's father's this one," he explained, pointing at a man that could have easily been Harry's older brother, with brown eyes and of bigger physique. "That's uncle Sirius, daddy's Godfather," he pointed to a man with light grey eyes which he obviously shared with Draco, his mother, son and Teddy's grand-mother.
"How is he related to everyone else?" asked Logan.
"Uncle Sirius is Grand-ma 'Cissa and Grand-ma Andy's cousin. He never had children and his brother died a long time ago, so Dad got everything from him. He's uncle Draco's cousin like how uncle Draco's my cousin."
"And who's this little fellah?" Rogue asked pointing at a small boy who had a very small and rat-like disposure.
"Peter Pettigrew. He's the real reason daddy had to be raised by his mom's sister and her family…" trailed off Teddy, biting at his bottom lip. "I don't think he liked it much. He sometimes talks to his cousin Dudley on the phone, but we've never met them, even when we're visiting England," sighed the child.
"And your dad's never told ya about his kid-hood?"
"School time and going to uncle Ron's for part of the Summer, but nothing else."
Logan ground his teeth together not to say anything, knowing even if he questioned the child the answers would only come from Harry.
"And this handsome one's your real dad, right?" Rogue subtly changed the subject.
"Yep! He was very intelligent too. Aunt 'Mione's a scholar and she says my real dad was even better than her! And she knows something about everything! She's the one who told dad about this school, even if 'Victoria' never mentioned it before aunt 'Mione did, and 'Victoria' knew about here for years!"
Rogue looked surprised to know people knew about Xavier's School for the Gifted all the way to the UK. She could understand about Victoria since the woman seemed to be from their country, but the UK was a completely different continent!
The woman must have been doing a large research for mutants, to have eventually found the school.
Teddy turned the page and they saw a wedding picture containing an older version of Harry's father, Sirius, Teddy's dad and a pretty red headed woman with green eyes in a white dress holding onto Harry's father's arm.
"Harry's parents gettin' married?" asked Rogue, pointing at the picture.
"Yes! Uncle James and Aunt Lily. Liliann's named after her."
Logan let their voices wash over him as he kept his eyes on the picture of Teddy's father. The man with a gentle face and kind golden eyes was someone he knew; it was the very werewolf he'd encountered.
"What is your real dad's name, Teddy?" he asked in a low voice, doing his best to keep his astonishment out of tone.
"Remus Jonathan Lupin. My last name is actually Lupin but dad had Potter added to it so people would be less confused when daddy needed to take me either to the hospital or out of school."
Nodding his head slowly, Logan got up and left the child and teenager to go see Charles.
"Do you need anything Logan?" the telepath asked before Logan even had time to knock on his door.
"Potter's phone number. I need to ask him something."
"Of course. Let me write it down for you," replied Charles as he wrote it on a piece of paper after checking Teddy's file.
"Thanks Chuck," replied the Wolverine before leaving for the solitude of his room.
The phone rang twice before someone picked up.
/'Lo?/asked a groggy Harry.
"Is that a 'Hello' or a 'Logan'?" had to tease the Feral.
It was quiet for a second.
/A 'hello', unless I developed precognition in the last three minutes,/ chuckled Harry.
"You don't sound too good," replied concernedly Logan.
/Been feeling a bit nauseous lately. Should be gone by the end of the week,/ sighed the young father.
"You sure you didn't catch the pox there?" chuckled Logan, Harry laughing.
/Stop! You'll make me be sick again! Did you need anything?/ asked British man more seriously the.
"Remus Lupin is Tedrick's father, isn't he," stated more than asked Logan, needing a solid confirmation.
Harry gave a deep sigh.
/Draco told me about how you said you'd met a werewolf a while back…I should have guessed you were the same Logan to whom I sent a letter after Remus' death,/ Harry gave a snort, sounding rather annoyed. /My luck tends to turn around everything being connected, you know? Do you know what an Animagus is?/
"It was explained to me," grunted Logan.
/Well, it so happens when I was thirteen, I found out that my parents' traitor had been an Animagus posing as a rat since the night of their murder. My best friend's pet rat. And now, a man who had been in correspondence with Remus turns out to be the mutant helping Remus' son on the full moon without anyone knowing for a few months,/ chuckled Harry humorlessly. /Never a coincidence in my life, if it wasn't prophesized somewhere already. But enough about me; was there anything else you wanted to know?/
"Just needed confirmation, I suppose," sighed Logan, leaning back in his bed until he was laid on his back. "He was helping me find someone who could possibly be able to unlock my memories," he admitted.
/Well, all of those who could, that I know of, are presently dead. Can't Jean or Professor Xavier help you?/
"Jean doesn't have enough experience for such a 'high case' as I am and Chuck thinks I should wait for the memories to come by themselves. I've already waited sixteen years, how much longer am I expected to wait?" he growled, annoyed as he recalled Charles' words.
/Sometimes we're never ready to learn what our mind hides away. What if someone you loved died? Would you really want to remember their death? What if you'd done something absolutely awful? Could you forgive yourself?/ pushed Harry, voice gentle yet unyielding.
Logan actually thought about it and knew his answer without a doubt.
"I already have the nightmares; maybe I'd like to know why they're there. I don't 'know' how I lost my memories, but I'm willing to face all odds to find out. Even if Chuck believes its best to let time reveal my memories, they aren't moving at all."
Harry gave a slight humming noise, most likely assessing the truth behind his words.
/I may be able to-/ a loud noise of glass breaking was heard over the line and a sudden whine. /Shit! Logan, I have to go. Caiden's just cut himself!/
And the connection broke, leaving Logan slightly worried about the child but mostly curious as to what Harry had been about to say. What may Harry be able to do?
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Logan couldn't bring up his courage to call Harry back after that phone call and he didn't want to intrude on Teddy's time with his father, so he passed three weeks anxiously waiting for the full moon, hoping Harry would be the one to deliver Teddy's medicine.
It was two days before the full moon that Teddy came into the recreational room, looking quite pale.
"Teddy?" asked Jean worriedly, standing from where she'd been leaning against Scott.
"I don't feel good," moaned the child.
The red haired woman went to his side, placing her hand on his forehead as she glanced over to the calendar in the room to make sure they hadn't mixed up their dates.
"You don't feel hot," she hummed. "Does your tummy hurt? Did you eat anything unusual today?"
Teddy shook his head, biting at his bottom lip in anxiety.
"Do you often feel bad before it's time for your nights of medication?"
The child shook his head again, tears gathering in his eyes.
Scott got up from the couch and moved towards the door.
"Bring him to Hank and I'll get the Professor to call his father."
Nodding to her husband, Jean gathered up the child in her arms and headed for the basement, knowing she would find the doctor in the laboratory part of the Infirmary.
"Is something the matter?" asked the Beast as soon as he saw the two entering, the child being cradled against the telepathic telekinesis.
"He says he doesn't feel good but there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with him. Maybe you have had any idea as to what it is?"
"I'll take a look. Come sit here young Tedrick," said gently Hank as he moved over to a medical examination table.
Meanwhile Scott was in Charles' office, the two waiting patiently as the phone tonality rang from the loudspeaker, trying the home number for the second time.
"Was there a cell phone number along with the home number?" asked Cyclops, knowing that Harry had actually picked up anytime they had called his home so far.
Charles gave a nod, turning to his student registry to take note of the number before dialing, only to receive the same result, no answer.
"Would he have his mobile on while at home?" asked Scott worriedly.
"It all depends on if he expects a call from an outside source that does not know his residence number," sighed Charles.
Scott paced slightly, biting at his bottom lip.
"What about using Cerebro?" he ventured. "I know Jean said you couldn't perceive his thoughts but…"
Charles' shake of the head made Scott trail off.
"The way his thoughts are hidden is similar to how Magneto uses his helmet to keep me at bay. The best we can do at this moment is leave a message and hope he calls back. We'll keep a close eye on Teddy over night and hope it is gone by morning."
Nodding, Scott left the office and went to join his fiancée for what looked to be a sleepless night for them to come.
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Hank could only describe Teddy's reaction as being a small anxiety attack, one that lasted a good part of the night where Jean was considering giving the child a mild sedative before she remembered that Teddy had mentioned to Hank something about normal medicine not doing too well with him. He finally dozed off a few hours before morning but Jean didn't want to leave him alone so she sent Scott off to bed and took place on another of the beds.
At the crack ass of dawn, there was loud knocking on the door, which John Allerdyce would have ignored, had he not been wondering who could actually be knocking on their doors. No one ever came to the school without an appointment and when they did come, no one ever knocked on the doors to start with; they'd let themselves in and someone from the mansion would greet them as soon as they were noticed.
Shrugging a shoulder, Pyro opened the door a crack, just enough to be able to see who it was on the other side without that person being able to see behind the teenager.
"Can I help you?" he asked, confused to see a woman in a pressed suit, hair pulled back into a tight bun and a clipboard in her hand.
"Yes, I need to see the person in charge of this establishment and of the students," she said with a crisp tone.
The teen raised a brow and settled himself more comfortably against the closed door, placing his foot behind the other to make sure the lady wouldn't be pushing her way inside.
"Really? And why would that be? Has there been complaints about anyone from our school?" he asked, taking on the best shocked expression he could fake.
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, straightening her posture, something John hadn't thought possible before now since she was already using her full height to look down her nose at him.
"This is for official business young man and I ask that you either step aside and let me find the person in charge or lead me to them yourself right this second unless you want trouble with the law."
"Really? You're gonna do what exactly? Call the cops on me? I ain't done anything wrong lady and you've yet to identify yourself so excuse me if I just shut this door in your face," replied the fire wielder with his most charming smile before he stepped back and proceeded to close the door.
Sadly for him, someone reached over his shoulder and stopped the door from closing fully, pulling it back when John let it go to peek as to who had caught him in his mischief. He relaxed when he saw it was only a scowling Robert Drake, the Iceman only giving him a look before staring at the woman who looked ready to yell at them.
"Please excuse my friend's rudeness. He's less than civil in the mornings. Is there anything I can do for you?" asked politely Bobby, shoving John aside to allow the well dressed woman inside.
Lips pursed, the lady gave Bobby a once over before looking around the lobby.
"I wish to speak with the person in charge of the students immediately," she snapped.
The blond ice user blinked at how short this new person's temper was; John usually took longer to anger someone to the point she was showing.
"Professor Xavier will wait for you in his office while John goes inform him of your presence, ma'am," replied Bobby, nodding for his opposite to run along.
John grumbled under his breath, leaving for the kitchen as they both knew Charles would by this point know of their guest's arrival.
Five minutes later, Bobby was standing by the door, the strict looking woman seated in front of the desk, waiting by the door for the master telepath to arrive so he could run away from the tense atmosphere the suited lady brought along with her.
~You can go, Mr. Drake. I shall be there in a few seconds,~ was Charles card of freedom for the teenager, who was starting to wonder if he shouldn't have let John close the door over the snob of a woman's nose after all.
'Thank you Professor!'
Charles chuckled as he turned the corner and saw Bobby running around the other corner, clearly relieved to be away from the woman. Steeling himself, the telepath sent an inquiry of tea towards Ororo before he entered his office, closing the door expertly behind himself.
"Welcome to Xavier's School for the Gifted. I am Professor Charles Xavier and I was informed you were requesting my attention, Mrs.?"
"Lisa Carson, from the New York department of Social Services. We received word from the branch in the state of Virginia that the parent of one of your students was in an accident and that the children do not have an immediate guardian that we were able to contact and so we were asked to take the children to foster care."
Storm came in at those last words and gasped, hurrying forward to place the tea tray on the telepath's desk before she could drop it.
"Which student is it? Maybe we could make some arrangements to keep them here," she asked, not wanting a child to be stuck in a new environment that could cause more harm than good at this point.
"You are?" asked with a clipped voice the social worker.
"My assistant headmistress, Ororo Monroe," Charles replied calmly.
Nodding, Mrs. Carson spoke up.
"The student is Tedrick Potter. His siblings have already been placed as of last night and we hope to have him as close to them as possible for when we do find someone to care for them all."
The two mutants could only stare at the woman for a few seconds, beyond shocked.
"Mr. Potter is…deceased?" Storm couldn't help but utter out, not believing her ears.
"Hospitalized and in no form to care for the children. To tell the truth, the doctors do not seem to believe he will survive at all, hence our urgency to find their next of kin. Until then we will have Tedrick back in Virginia. If you can gather his things I will take him to have him transported at the first opportunity."
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