Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or Harry Potter, for they belong to JK Rowling and Marvel. I am still a poor college fanboy on vacation with naught to anything but my name, and any original characters that may pop up. I would love to thank Eliza Jane and Ashdemon for being my betas.

"Hem hem I would like to hand out the kudo awards" Readermike unfurls a very official looking scroll, "And the kudos go to Ashdemon, Bittersweet Dream, lunachiarolover, almatari, mrslaura, Jcomic and Ryutana. Congratluations. Please check your mail for the nonexistent awards that are not being mailed to you."

Ekflamation-It is slash, it will remain slash and I will not abide by making it anything other than slash no matter how many more viewers I may receive. It was made slash for a reason.

Lunchairolover- he'll be more moody than usual, after all he's still dealing with teenage hormones after all this time. Poor guy, but to be completely and utterly honest, I have no idea how he's going to develop. I have the plot down, but character development is entirely up to the characters as I fill in the parts of my outline. What they say and do and act are completely up to them. Harry is just coming off like that for some reason.

Deadfeather- There is a lot more action that will come up either in the next chapter or the one following, which I hope you find very stimulating.

Jcomic- the 2007 at the end is supposed to be the year.

Mabidiso- Sirius' body has been corrupted by death. His new powers are caused by purely supernatural means and have nothing to do with genetics, much like how Juggernaut obtains his powers through a gem; Sirius gets his by falling into purgatory. Oddly enough, this makes both he and Juggernaut completely immune to Rogue's power stealing abilities.

"Blarg"-Verbal Dialogue

Blarg- Mental dialogue

"Blarg"-Snake Dialogue

Sorry for the delay, I went on a month long vacation so had very few opportunities to write. Then I got a very painful and very distracting inflammation in my chest plate, and then school started.

I know the Poll results said No, but I forgot to close it when I started working on Chapter 5 before I left for my vacation, which at the time said yes.

Thanks to all who have reviewed.

Chapter 5: The Accident

1408 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville, New York 2007

Harry was beginning to think that the person who invented bureaucracy had it out for him. True he didn't have to do as much paperwork when it came to his citizenship papers, but when it came to starting a business, especially that of the school, he could see why nobody had bothered to start an alternative magical school in the United Kingdom. Unfortunately, he had been completely unable to visit Xavier's group of people during the last three weeks. Moving in had been a hassle, they had laid dozens of enlargement spells throughout the building, doubled the amount of rooms they had and converted them into offices and classrooms, and they definitely spent some time extensively warding the property to be as well protected as Hogwarts.

He was looking forward to tomorrow though, since that would be the day that the magical electricians came to wire the house. Today, unfortunately, was devoted to the resumes of several teachers and Midewiwin healers. He tried to be as non-judgmental as possible, but he was beginning to find it very difficult. He realized that he was going to end up with a rather limited amount of students, much like Xavier who at the moment reportedly had four or five now. Harry only recently discovered that he was probably a month or so behind Xavier when it came to their schools, considering that he had only two students when Harry had first met him three weeks ago, and that the bald man was still in the process of recruiting more students.

Then again, Harry didn't need to go out looking for mutant teachers. He grumbled as he put aside Carl Sharpton's resume. The guy had the necessary qualifications for Transfiguration, but he was rather inexperienced. Harry would have to set up an interview to decide if the man was even worth hiring. Still he put the resume alongside the rather small and pathetic pile of hopefuls, while he started to read Jennifer Herkin's resume. That resume ended up in the rather large pile of rejected applicants, the woman didn't even have a formal degree.

He was quite interested in this married couple that had signed up. The mother was an MX carrier and was a substitute Herbology professor as well as an ESL (English Second Language) teacher; her husband had a doctorate in Care of Magical Creatures. They were both extremely interested in the school, and even in their applications admitted that they had applied so that they could teach at the school their son would be going to. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to have the elective courses as of yet, but he thought that Care of Magical Creatures was a class that was worth adding to the student's course load, after all when combined with Defense, which Harry would be teaching, the students would be able to handle almost anything that could possibly be thrown at them. With a bit of a smile he placed both applicants into the hopefuls pile before he returned to the gruesome task of sorting.

Three hours later, Harry was sporting a headache as he looked over the last application. Nicholai Zawastowski, a man in his mid fifties who was very adept at potions. He couldn't help but quirk a bit of a grin as he read some of the man's demands. Zawastowski was a man who would not be happy in a classroom setting; the man himself said so in his application. He preferred to be considered a tutor, and was far better suited for one on one instruction. The man stated that he could work with at most ten students at a time in various levels of skill. Furthermore, and this was what made Harry put the man in his hopefuls, the man was the former master of one Severus Snape, who despite being dead was still considered one of the greatest Potion Masters. He doubted that the limitations of being in a portrait could ever keep Harry's misunderstood protector away from experimenting.

He grinned as he put away that final application and stood to make his way towards the door for a well deserved ice-cream when he tripped over a stack that had managed to hide itself beside him. "Bloody hell!" Harry cursed as he crashed into the floor, glaring heatedly at the pile that had spawned in so inconspicuous of a place. They must have arrived while he was working and Kreacher had sent them up. Damn it all, he didn't want to read anymore of those damn applications. Sure some of them were downright interesting, but most of them were just sugarcoated brownnosing that he couldn't stand. He needed a drink, and he needed something alcoholic, so with excruciatingly necessarily loud steps he made his way to his sidebar that he kept in his office and opened it up only to discover that he'd already finished off all of his firewhiskey in one of his bouts of moroseness. "Fantabulous," he grumbled to himself as he glared at the empty bottles. Well there was nothing for it then; he'd have to go to a local pub or something to get some muggle alcohol. He didn't want to go to any of the wizarding stores, since they required a drop of blood to prove age, and wouldn't that be a wonderful experience when the establishment found out whom they were serving. Stupid celebrity status.

The Prancing Pony, Bayville, New York 2007

Harry was really happy that glamours were allowed in the United States, for he'd never had acquired the bottle of Jack Daniel's that he was drinking without much hullabaloo and hasty explanations, since muggle establishments didn't take well to serving alcoholic beverages to thirty year olds who looked like they were still in their teens. After a time, he was pleasantly surprised and quite alarmed when a familiar voice grumbled out a "Potter," before settling next to him.

He couldn't help smiling a little as he looked over at the scruffy yet undeniably attractive man sitting next to him. "Logan. How'd you know it was me?" he asked. He was in his blond disguise, which looked the age that Harry was, and he was surprised that Logan could easily see through his disguise.

"Enhanced senses, I could smell ya," the gruff man said as he ordered his own beverage. "Aren't ya a little too young to be drinking?" he asked. Of course he wouldn't know that Harry was older than he looked, but it was going to prove to be interesting if he ever managed to fool the larger male.

"Ah I remember now, Xavier said you had that," he said a little sheepishly. "Guess I need to work on my disguises a little more, that reminds me. How is Xavier? I've been meaning to stop by for Tea or something, but things keep popping up. You wouldn't believe how busy I've been these past couple of days."

"I can imagine, so is all this another one of them wizard things?" he said gesturing to the other's elaborate disguise.

"Yes indeed it is, it's called a Glamour, and without one not many people can see me. My powers make shopping and buying alcohol hell!" he exclaimed to the other.

"I thought ya shouldn't be talking about wizardry where the mundane folks can hear?" Wolverine asked, since they were after all in the middle of a bar.

"Oh don't you worry about that. I set up a privacy ward at the start of our conversation, they won't hear anything that they shouldn't," he said to the other male. It was one of those few times that being able to do anything with magic without his wand absolutely rocked. He loved magic."So what brings you here Logan?" he asked as he watched the other for a few moments before he took a swig of his drink, though he got a bit of a disapproving look from the other mutant. "Oh come on, I'm Twenty Seven, just because I stopped aging at seventeen doesn't mean I shouldn't enjoy the perks of my age!"

Logan seemed to be a little mollified after that statement. "Escaping from babysitting the brats, you?" he asked as he watched the green eyed glamoured male.

"I was looking at teacher applications, I'm opening a wizarding school for mutants, and then of course sharing mutant classes with you and Xavier if he accepts, and I've already got permission from my government so no worries about that…it's just the papers seem to be breeding, and they give me horrible headaches. Sometimes I wish I could just set the whole lot of them on fire."

"I'll mention it to Wheels." Harry chocked and sputtered on his drink at the nickname. Logan just smirked and continued, "Don't you think this'll be dangerous? Gathering kids up like this? I mean the mutant school's got laser beams for Christ's sake," he said as he looked at the other. After all it was highly probable that someone might eventually attempt to attack the school.

"I have wards set up against all kinds of things…the wards are sort of like security nets and whatnot, and of course the staff that I'm going to hire have to be able to duel proficiently so that they could protect the kids if my wards are breached," Harry doubted that would ever happen, but then again Death Eaters got into Hogwarts without ever bringing the wards down, and of course the Final Battle proved how easy the wards could be broken if a group of people were determined enough. "I'll have to rig up a safe room that'll keep them protected when the school is attacked."

Logan raised a brow at what the other was saying, he wasn't planning on the possibility of the school being attacked, but on the certainty that it will be. What had the boy gone through for him to think about such things? Hell he was already making it sound like he wanted his teachers to have military backgrounds just to ensure the safety of the school, what kind of world was the wizarding one if they had to have precautions like that just to keep their children safe? Probably a world where a man who was good at the things he specialized in could find plenty of employment.

"Sounds like a tough deal, so when do ya think I should call up Xavier for a little get together?" he asked the other male after he mulled over his thoughts. "Cuz I don't remember bein asked ta help teach another bunch of kiddies how to survive," he said to the other.

Harry had the grace to look at the other sheepishly. "I was planning on asking, but Xavier seems the type to not say no…well when it comes to things that will help the world and such," he said to the other before sipping at his whiskey for a little bit. "I could stop by Xavier's place tomorrow; I've got people coming by tomorrow to magically wire the school…but then again maybe not. I sure as hell am not going to trust them to not put something extra that shouldn't be there," he finished glaring down at his bottle.

"Paranoid much?" Logan asked as he watched the other curiously.

"It's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you," Harry responded with a quirked brow as he watched the other somewhat amusedly. It was then that he felt something vibrate about in his pocket. Frowning slightly he pulled out his handheld mirror and pulled off the silencer cloth.

"Uncle Harry!" Teddy's young voice cried from the mirror.

"Teddy what's wrong?" he asked as he looked at the other confused, but seeing the panic on his godson's face he grew more concerned.

"Uncle Siri swallowed his polygum!" the boy exclaimed.

His eyes grew wide at the implications of what had just happened. Swallowing normal gum might not be such a big deal for everyone else, but when that gum physically changed your body, it was a big, big deal. "Right, I'll be right over, go call George or Hermione after I close off my end. They might know what to do," though he inwardly winced at the thought of Hermione knowing the location of his new home. He really didn't want her anywhere near his home, but Sirius could be in big trouble.

He looked over at his drinking buddy and gave him an apologetic smile. "Got to cut our conversation short Logan, there's family crisis on my hands," he said to the other. Logan gave him a salute as a farewell. He paid for his whiskey and walked out. The crack that occurred a few seconds later was loud enough to startle the remaining patrons; apparently Harry was too stressed to properly silence his apparition.

And after such a long absence you get such a short chapter, my apologies, but I've been having so much trouble figuring out how to complete this chapter when I realized it ended perfectly where it did.

Oh my god I have done it, I have done what I thought could never physically ever happen. I've inserted a semicolon into dialogue! I mean nobody says semicolon when they're speaking! I think I broke the universe!

If anyone gets the Prancing Pony reference you get extra kudos which will not be delivered to you by the time I finish the next chapter. For those that received kudos this chapter, congratulations on your nonexistent prizes. Furthermore, there is a hidden reference in the earlier chapters. Find it, and I might not ever give you a prize, but you can gloat to others about how you found it. I submitted this one unbeta-ed as an apology