AN: I own Nothing, Also I know I am dragging out the parts before the meeting but, I hate jumping to the end. :) and Cookies.

Tinkerbell and Claws

Logan sat in the Blackbird with a cigar firmly in his mouth and his arms folded over his chest. He was nervous; alternating between growling and glaring to try to hide it.

"You look very nice Logan." Charles told Logan in the hopes of dispelling the feral man's apprehension and nervous feelings. Truth be told Logan was giving Charles a headache with his out of control emotion.

"You really must try and calm down Logan. If you would like we could go with you to the bank?"

"Yah, I may need legal counsel." Logan glowered out the window.

"Certainly Logan, we would be happy to go with you." Storm smiled back at him. Logan managed a slight smile around the cigar. He arched his eyebrow and stared out the window of the jet again.

An hour and a half later they landed in Hyde Park.
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Harry got up at 7am to make sure his backpack and Hedwig were ready to go. Once he explained to the snow owl what he was about to do, she nipped his ear gently.

Harry then used one of his claws to pop the door open so he could be outside waiting Mrs. Granger to come and get him. Harry marveled at how quietly he could move through the still house. He paused at the door to make sure that he was not heard. Harry took a deep steadying breath and opened the door.
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Once Charles was off the Blackbird, wheelchair and all, Storm put up the cloaking on the jet.

Logan quickly snapped up something that fluttered in front of his face.

'Another letter' he thought to himself. Logan sighed as he opened the new letter.

Greetings Mr. Howlett,

We are pleased to hear that you will be attending in person. We have arranged to a junior associate Mr. Bill Weasley to escort you to a Hotel in the area that will accommodate a wheelchair. Also you and the two people will be the only ones to be allowed into the bank. Circumstances, have dictated that the bank be locked down after all who are to be at the reading, are in attendance.

Sincerely yours,

Slashburn

Potter's personal accountant

"Hum" Logan growled, "Seems they will be locking down the bank after we get there."

"I wonder why." Storm asked puzzled frown on her face.

Logan handed Charles the letter while he hailed a cab. Charles quickly scanned the letter, before handing it to Storm.

Wolverine growled in Logan's head. 'We are walking into a trap. We should leave' Logan sighed to himself as he loaded the professor's wheelchair into the trunk.
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"Hello Mrs. Granger. Thank you so much for doing this." Harry said shyly

"You're welcome Harry. I'm glad to help" She smiled brightly at Harry through the rear view mirror.

"Mom, we shouldn't be too long in Diagon Alley. OK? I will give you a call when we are done."

"All right dear. I have to do a bit of shopping downtown so I will not be too far away." Mrs. Granger smiled brightly at Hermione.

Lucky for them the traffic was light and they were at the Leaky Cauldron within 20-30 minutes. Mrs. Granger let Harry and Hermione out in front of a shop across the street from the pub.

"Thank you again Mrs. Granger." Harry told the older woman brightly through the passenger window.

"You are welcome and call when you are done." She stated sternly.

"We will." Both quipped at the same time, then dissolving into giggles.

As soon as Mrs. Granger pulled away from the curb and back into the traffic, Harry placed his hand protectively over Hermione's lower back.

"You are not wearing the wand sheath like you promised me Tink" Harry growled in her ear.

Hermione looked back and gasped. Harry's eyes were now solid gold color.

"I'm sorry Claws. I had trouble getting it on my belt but I have it in my pocket. I was going to ask you to help me with it. "Hermione said in a rush. She wondered why she had the urge to call Harry by his new nickname when his eyes were that predatory gold color.

"Inside, not on the street." he growled; nodding his head for her to get into the run down pub.
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When the taxi arrived at the address that was supplied by the bank, Logan had had enough of the taxi. The Cabbie talked and talked. It was irritating him no end. The taxi glided up to the curb. Logan all but jumped out to the sidewalk.

The wind shifted, blowing the scent of a couple of kids up the street from where they got out. Logan glanced up to see two teens, a girl who was looking very scared and a boy who was GROWLING? He watched curiosity as the boy tilted his head and both teens stepped forward, and then disappeared. Logan stared in complete shock. 'Well bub, that's one of the weirdest thing we have ever seen.' Wolverine growled in his head.

Logan shook his head to clear the confusion. He quickly turned his attention to the trunk. Once he had the wheel chair setup he scooped up the Professor. Logan sniffed lightly and caught the scent of a male coming up to them. He turned to see a kid in a black leather trench with bright red hair. He quickly deposited the Professor in his chair and turned fully toward the young man.

"Can I help you bub?" Logan faced the red head with a raised brow. He reached in his inner jacket pocket and pulled a fresh cigar. He then placed the cigar it's normal place in his mouth and waited.

"Yes sir. Would be Mr. Howlett

Logan just nodded and continued to glare at the young man.

"I am Bill Weasley. I am a curse breaker for Gringotts bank." Bill looked around to make sure that no one else was listening. "I believe you and your companions are mutants?"

"And?" Logan growled at him. 'Did he just say curse breaker?'

"Oh, I am sorry. I did not mean that to sound the way it did. Forgive me." Bill had the good grace to look embarrassed.

"You were going to show us where the bank is, Kid." Logan said gruffly.

"Logan." Storm chided him," I apologize for Logan, I am Ororo Monroe, you may call me Storm."

"I am Charles Xavier. Thank you for meeting us on such short notice Mr. Weasley."

"Oh uhm just call me Bill. Only my employers are that formal." Bill stated with a impish grin.

'My he does remind me on Gambit' Charles thought with a smile at Bill.

"Well we should be on our way. You will have many questions and that will slow our progress by quite a bit. Follow me." Bill stated brightly at them.