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'Thought'

;'shared thought'

Tinkerbell and Claws

"Is Claws alright?" Hermione asked Storm, as she came into the office again.

"Yes. He needed to blow off some steam and had some questions." Storm smiled kindly at Hermione.

"Oh! Good." Hermione said. She looked down at her hands thoughtfully. "Professor, Harry should not come back here if at all possible."

"Oh? Why is that?" Charles was intrigued.

"Because there is a mad man after me, has been since before I was born." Harry stated flatly. Logan paused behind Harry with a look of shock on his face.

"The whole prophecy thing is real?"

"Yah. I am stuck in it. Can't back out now, even if I wanted to." Harry throws back over his shoulder.

Storm's concern evident on her face. She had to admit she liked both of the young mutants. "There must be some way out of it?"

"Maybe but, to be perfectly honest. I don't trust anyone else to get the job done right." Harry stated as he sat down next to Hermione. "I will not abandon the people who have put their faith in me. It's not in me to just walk away."

Logan shook his head. 'My cub wants to play hero.'

The Wolverine growled in Logan's head not liking that others had put a man's burden on his cub's shoulders at such a young age.

"So what else do we have to go over? I want to get the kids out of here."

Slashburn nodded. He then opened the will that was tampered with. "Harry I must say that you are the most extraordinary wizard I have ever had the pleasure of having in my office. Now as I said the will was tampered with, we were able to determine the changes made and to change them back to their original statements."

"We James Potter and Lily Potter. Being of sound..."

"Um Mr. Slashburn can we get to the relevant parts?"

"Yes. There is one letter here for you Harry from your parents." Slashburn chuckled as he handed Harry the letter.

Harry quickly opened the letter.

Dearest Harry,

If you are reading this, we have passed on. First, James is not your father, but he loves you like his own. He does not care that you are not his. Second, enclosed is a photo of myself and Logan, the man that fathered you. He is a bit gruff, but likable. Third we never want you to go to my sister's home. Find Logan, he will take care of you.

Sirius and I placed a charm on your appearance to make you look more like James. So the gossip mongers would not talk. It will break once your mutation comes out fully. You will be strong like Logan. Have some compassion and mercy with him. He has had a very hard life.

Love,

Your father and mother

Harry blinked at the letter, before dumping out the photo they had left for him. He laughed as he saw that Logan in the photo was using his claws to make an obscene gesture at the camera. His mother was laughing and hugging Logan. Behind them was a sign that said "Blue Moose Tavern". Harry flipped the photo to see that his mother had written the Alberta, Canada.

Harry showed Hermione that photo. She giggled at the Logan in the picture.

"Ok you two what's with the giggling."

Harry handed Logan the photo. Logan did a classic double take that had Harry and Hermione crying they were laughing so hard.

Logan glared at the two teens; and then flipped the photo over. He arched an eye brow at the letters on the back. He then showed Storm and the Professor.

"Logan did you have to be so crude in the photo. *gasp* It moved" Charles looked at the photo in shock.

"Yah, bit unnerving when you first see one." Harry chuckled, Hermione giggling at his side.

Claws and Logan noticed that Tinkerbell was floating again. Claws arched an eyebrow and grinned smugly at Logan, who chuckled in return. Claws quickly took advantage of the situation and grabbed Tinkerbell out of the air and landed her in his lap. Tinkerbell laughed out right at Claws' grab for her. He then quickly buried his face into her hair and neck.

"Shall we continue?" Slashburn prompted gently. When all nodded he proceeded.

"Your parent's Harry wanted to you to go to Sirius Black, if he was unable to take you. You were to be placed with Mr. Howlett. You were never to go to your aunt's home. The property in Godric's Hollow is yours, and two other properties in and around London, as well as the contents of the family vault. That is all for the Potter's will."

"So is there paperwork that I have to sign for custody of my son?"

Hermione and Harry snapped their heads in Logan's direction. Hermione smiles at Harry, who looked to be somewhat shocked. Harry looked over at Storm to once again see her smile smugly at him. The Professor was also smiling at Harry. Harry blushed under all the attention, and promptly hid in Hermione's hair.

"We need to read the Black will first, to make sure there are not any contradicting instructions in it. So, the will of one Sirius Black, he has also left you a letter and instructions that Mr. Howlett have custody of you, Harry. He has left you the Grimmauld property and everything within; this would include the house elf Kreacher, as well as three other properties in and around London. Included as well the Black family vaults."

Slashburn handed the letter for Harry to read.

Dear Pronglet,

"Damn it Sirius."

"Oh. Harry its sweet."

Harry growl in response to Hermione cutesy comment.

"Pronglet? Really Hermione?"

Well if you are reading this, I have also left you. I am sorry, this was not my intention. You will have a new parent. His name is Logan, find him. He is your father, James adopted you. I know you want to know why. Things are complicated.

Your father, Logan, had something done to him and he now has silver claws. We knew he was a mutant, your mum being how she is and Logan in need of a real friend. As soon as your mum was expecting, we did the math and you came out looking just like Logan. So that is how we got you.

"Oh well that makes sense."

When your mutation comes out you will have many questions, about your powers and how to use them. Logan will guide and take care of you.

Love your Godfather,

Padfoot

"They were adamant that you go with your dad." Tink smiled at Harry sadly.

"It would seem so." Harry said quietly.

"Wait Mr. Slashburn, what about my mother's will?"

"Oh I almost forgot. My sincerest apologies."

Slashburn quickly retrieved the forgotten will. He quickly scanned its contents to give the young wizard the important parts to the will. "Much of this is the same as the original will." He hemmed and hahhed for a couple of minutes.

"Well it seems that your mother also had personal properties here in London and in Canada. The one is Canada is near the pub in the photo."

"We'll have to take a trip up there to find the property and see what you want to do with it." Logan stated quietly. Harry nodded at Logan with a small smile.

Logan watched from the corner of his eye, as Slashburn had Logan sign his life away for his cub.

"Now that the paperwork is in order. Your inheritance was done at the same time. As I told you before it is a bit surprising. You are heir to Gryffindor, Potter, Black and Howlett. It seems Mr. Howlett your line was thought to have died out. As a mutant you can claim your title. Harry will still retain the other three titles."

"Gryffindor, really!" Hermione asked with her mouth gaping open.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 'Damn more problems.'

"Ok. I didn't know my family had any titles. What does this mean specifically?"

"Well Mr. Howlett you will gain your families funds and all properties."

"No, no. What kind of time commitment does the title require? I teach and have other things that I have to do as well."

"No more time then you're willing to commit yourself too. Most who hold titles do not have political aspiration."

"Oh. So how is that done, and how do we setup Harry's titles?"

After two more arduous hours, all of the proper paperwork had been filed, accounts shifted, magical passports set up for both Harry and Hermione.

"There is one more thing you must know Harry. It seems that Dumbledore has been shifting money to other accounts, out of the Potter vaults. We have put a stop to this. But you have lost about a quarter of the original funds."

"What accounts was the money sent to?" Harry asked with a growl.

"The Weasley account and ones setup for Ronald Weasley and Ginny Weasley."

Harry doubled up his fists and lowered his head. Everyone could see that Claws was fighting Harry for control. Logan looked pointedly at Hermione. Who looked crushed by what she had just heard. Logan understood, his cub had trusted this family and they betrayed him.

"Claws! Look at me son." Logan ordered as he crouched in front of Claws. Logan sighed as Claws raised his head up enough to look at Logan through his hair. Claws was furious, his gold eye held nothing but hurt and rage. "You don't have to deal with them ever again. If they ever come within 500 ft. of you, they will have to answer to me. Got it?"

Claws nodded.

"Good! You have only one job, to be a kid for a while longer. All right?" Logan snapped at him.

"Yes" Claws stated flatly.

"Are we done? This has been a one hell of a morning." Logan said as he got up and stretched.

"My lord, we are finished here. The copies of the deeds and keys to your son's and your vaults are ready."

"Lord? Oh, yah title. Hum... Don't know if I like that."

Storm giggled at Logan's discomfort.

"Don't expect Scott to call you 'my Lord'" Storm quipped at Logan. All three of the adults chuckled at the thought of Scott's reaction to the news of Logan being a Lord.

Harry glanced nervously at the end of the hall. He could smell people he knew at the entrance. Harry started to sweat just a bit. Logan could smell his cub starting to panic.

"Logan, how many people would say are at the front of the building?"

Logan paused, raised an eyebrow at Harry. 'Cub doesn't trust his instincts. Have to break him of that' He inhaled deeply. He caught Harry watching everything he was doing. ;'You should encourage him Logan. He wants to learn very badly.' Logan looked over at the professor from the corner of his eye and gave a slight nod. "You tell me kid."

Harry looked over nervously at Hermione. "I think about twenty five or so people."

"Not bad you're only off by a couple." Logan stated. "Why did you want to know?"

"Hermione, you should walk next to the Professor and Storm." Harry stated as he turned to her.

"Why?" Hermione looked confused.

"Anyone who saw us this morning with my old appearance will be able to put two and two together. It will look less suspicious if we walk out with different people. No one will suspect anything if I walk out with Logan."

Logan grunted "Kid's right. Switch spots."
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They finally decided that the Professor, Storm and Hermione, should leave first. Logan and Harry would be leaving a few minutes after.

Logan and Harry were making it look like they were looking over paperwork, but both were really watching the others leaving.

"So Cub you still want to go by your first name or do you want to go by your codename?"

"Umm…I thought maybe I could go by me middle name, or a variation of it?" Harry said, running his hands through his hair. "Kind of like you do."

"Like Jim, Jimmy, I really don't like that one, or Jamie?"

"Why don't you like Jimmy?"

"Sabertooth, he calls me that when we fight. Sometimes he calls me Runt too." Logan growled, shaking his head thinking of all the fights they had been in.

"Why do you fight with him?"

"Umm...I fight with him, usually after he attacks me. We have a once a year battle, always the same day. I don't know why he does it."

"Ever asked him?"

"He doesn't allow much room for talking."

"Hummm. I think for now just use my codename. K?"

"All right Cub; looks like they have gone a ways. Now it's our turn."

Harry took a deep breath, and nodded for that he was ready.

"Hay! New start ok?" Logan reassured Claws, as he laid his arm across his shoulders.

They passed several people Harry knew just by sight, one was Lucius Malfoy; another was none other than Remus Lupin, the one person he had hoped to avoid. Harry tried to breathe the way he saw Logan do it earlier. Remus' scent hit him hard it was earthy with a smell of fur. Harry tried desperately to suppress the urge to yelp, and let out a very low, whine. Harry felt Logan's grip tighten. He shot a side glance up to his father's face. Logan arched a brow at him and inhaled deeply, he caught the very familiar scent of wolf. His gaze snapped to Remus, then down to Harry again.

"Keep going." Harry whispered so low Logan almost missed it.

Logan nodded, but kept his grip on his cub. Logan wanted to know why his cub had whined at the scent of the very scruffy looking man, in the tattered robes. Once they were far enough away from the crowd Logan whispered to Harry.

"Cub when we get out of this place you are going to explain why you were afraid of that man."

Harry knew by Logan's tone that he would not be able to get out of telling him what he wanted to know. Harry sighed and nodded. They continued in silence, both making faces as they passed the apothecary. Being downwind of the place did not help with either feral's mood.

"Cub easy. We will be out of here soon enough." Logan growled Harry. After the seconded attempt to run from the alley back to the pub. Harry tried to keep this in mind but kept glancing around afraid that someone would know it was him.

"Quit fidgeting you are goin' to attract attention." Logan growl as low as he possibly could. Harry nodded slightly, knowing any big movements would cause others to look at them.

Finally after what seemed like forever they reached the pub without incident. Harry breathed a sigh of relief once inside the dimly lit pub.

"I could use a fire whiskey." Harry muttered to himself.

Logan snickered "You drink already Cub?"

"Follow me."

"What are you going to do?"

"Buy us a drink. Ok?"

"All right, as long as it's not some fruity crap."

Harry just looked at him as Tom the barkeep came up them. "What will it be gents?"

"Two Fire whiskey." Harry replied with a smile.

"Coming up."

Tom came back with the fire whiskeys within moments, and set them down in front the feral's. Harry quickly paid Tom with what little he money he had left.

"Cheers" Harry said as he saluted Logan.

Logan watched his Cub down the whole shot.

"Try the whiskey."

Logan smelled the whiskey in front of him. Harry watched the older feral sniff the drink and grinned at him.

"It won't bit promise." Harry said with a smart ass grin plastered on his face.

Logan growled at Harry, and then downed the shot. Harry heard a rumbling almost purr issuing from Logan as he set his glass down.

"That was actually really good. I see why you wanted one. Hurry up the others are waiting for us."

Harry nodded and took a deep breath "Alright I'm ready to go."

Harry shifted his backpack a little as they walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. Logan kept his arm around his cub. He knew Harry was not telling him everything.

Hermione had borrowed Storm's cell phone to call her mother.

"Hi, mum. I am ready to be picked up."

"Oh you and Harry find everything you needed?"

"Yah. Um. Mum would you take me to Hyde Park after you pick me up. I am meeting some friends there and I want you to meet them."

"Oh. Ok dear. Will Harry need a ride home?"

"No mum. Harry had to leave already. So it's just me."

"Alright dear. See you in a few."

Hermione handed the phone back to Storm.

"Claws is not going to want to leave me here to wait for my mum."

Storm smiled sympathetically at Hermione "Logan would do much the same."

Both mutant women sighed at the same time, much to the professor's amusement.

"I do wonder what is keeping Logan and Claws?" the Professor asked with some concern

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Logan stated with a wicked grin. Harry tried desperately to keep a straight face, but finally gave into a grin of his own. Harry noticed that Hermione was ringing her hands together.

"All right Tink what is it?" Harry demanded crossing his arms over his newly muscled chest.

"Well my mum is coming to get me and I told her I wanted her to meet some new friends."

"And?" Harry knew she was not telling him everything. Hermione wrung her hands even more.

"You need to leave me here." The last part she had to squeak out.

Harry stated laughing at her. Once he got himself under control he said "No. Absolutely not. Find another way."

"But then my mum would know what you look like." She present in her most sensible voice.

Logan could hear Harry growling, He did not like the idea any better than his cub, but he had to admit the girl was right. "Ok. How about this?" Logan waited for Harry to look at him. "What if Storm stays with Tinkerbell, and the three of us go to our ride?" Logan arched a brow at Harry waiting for his response.

"Ok. That'll work." Harry huffed. He then pointed at Hermione stopping any protest she was about to make.

"And before you say anything Tink. Yes, I trust you. You were one of the best out of the DA students, but this is outside of school. Deatheaters don't care; they will not have any hesitation in killing you to get to me."

Logan, Storm and the Professor, all shared horrified glances. Then a confused look crossed Logan's face.

"What is a DA class? And how do you know she was one of the best students?"

Hermione smiled proudly at Logan, who raised an eye brow in return, and Harry got a grin, reminiscent of 'the cat that ate the canary'. "I was the one teaching the class. It was a Defense Against the Dark Art class. Basically a wizard's self defense class."

Storm stood looking shocked in Logan's direction. The Professor just chuckled.

Logan groaned. "You taught a defense class?" Logan started to plan how to test the cub's skill in defense to see how good he really was, he didn't think the kid would be anywhere close to where he would want him to be.

"Well Logan the apple does not fall far from the tree it would seem."

"Hummm...Professor what do you mean?" Harry asked the handicapped mutant, warily.

"Your father also teach self defense at the school."

Hermione grinned in Harry's direction, who groaned and pinch the bridge of his nose. Harry felt a really big headache coming.

AN: wow this one was big. Hope you all like. :) and cookies.

Also thank you to the reviewer how pointed out a couple of character errors for me.