Chapter 13

Harry was unable to help Kitty un-phase. So he took the shorter route of cloning her a new body and transferring her soul to it. She had quickly grabbed Piotr and run off to investigate her fresh, new, scar-free body.

She returned the next morning and kicked Harry in the balls for not telling her that her hymen would still be intact again… that had been an uncomfortable shock for both her and Piotr.

Preparations had been made for Spiderman to reveal his secret identity as Peter Parker. Mary Jane and Aunt May were all packed up and moved in by the rest of Harry's soul mates whilst the others were on Breakworld.

When Harry returned he was greeted with a great deal of hugging and cheek pinching from May Parker. She was overjoyed to meet the man who had done so much to help her nephew and his wife. Emma had been a bit annoyed at not being consulted but she didn't have any real arguments so the matter was not brought up beyond various glares directed at Harry.

Peter was fairly freaked out when he arrived at the kitchens the following morning to find his Aunt had shed nearly forty years of age. And that she was happily preparing food with the staff and using magic. He nearly had to call in sick from work as he tried to cope.

Harry had arranged for another interview with Trish and this time he was going to do a bit of show-and-tell, he was bringing Josh along as well.

"Once again, we are here with Doctor Potter and one of his students Josh Foley." Trish told the viewers as she held her microphone and spoke to the camera. "We are standing here on the pre-op ward at the New York Presbyterian Hospital. Doctor why did you ask us to meet here?" She was honestly curious. Harry had appeared in her room and told her that if she could get the airtime he had a story as big as Death living in New York.

"I'm going to show you just what all those bigots who hate mutants are going to miss out on if they keep up their attitude. Josh here, is going to show you what the rest of the world is going to miss out on if they don't smack the bigots down and stand up for their neighbours regardless of whatever extra abilities they might have."

Harry then turned and addressed the ward full of male patients.

"Gentlemen, my young friend here is a mutant. He has the power to heal nearly anything, doesn't matter if it is a sniffle or pancreatic cancer, he can fix it. Is there anyone here willing to try his powers and provide a demonstration for the world?"

There was a stunned silence, Trish was staring at Josh, gobsmacked. It took a few seconds before her producer in the studio pulled himself together and began shouting in her ear.

"I'll take any help I can get." A middle aged white male asked.

"Excellent!" Harry grinned as he dragged Josh over to the patient. "What's your name sir?"

"Alfred Minkle."

"And your ailment?"

"Kidney failure, I'm on the list but if you can heal me someone else can have the kidney listed for me." He shrugged weakly.

"Josh, do your thing." Harry said as he ushered the golden skinned boy into his place.

Josh was clearly nervous. He had gotten used to healing wounds as he had been doing it all night during the Nimrod incident, but he was doing this on live TV… he just hoped the guys back at the Mansion wouldn't hassle him.

"Just relax, sir. This should only take a few moments." Josh tried to reassure the man. It was something that Dr. McCoy and Dr. Grey had been teaching him, patients were nervous creatures, like the deer in the woods, you had to approach softly and not spook them.

The entire world watched as a young boy miraculously healed a man on live TV.

"How do you feel?" Josh asked.

"Hungry!" Alfred chuckled.

"A sure sign of health." Harry joined him. "Doctor Marks is going to run some tests to confirm it and then you'll be good to go."

They left the man and returned to the centre of the ward as Alfred was happily thanking them.

"He's really healed?" Trish asked, still not believing it.

"Fit as a fiddle." Harry shrugged. "He should be out of here by tomorrow morning… or as soon as they finish the tests."

"But not all mutants can do this, though. Wouldn't Josh be run ragged if he were to try and heal everyone here?"

"Yep. He'd never be able to heal even half the people on this ward."

"Then what was the point of this demonstration?" She asked curiously.

"To show just the sort of things that mutants can do. I have several students that are capable of serving in the fire department simply because they can enter burning buildings with no risk to themselves or can actually control fire. Think of how many people could have been saved if mutants didn't have to hide because small minded idiots want them dead."

"But there aren't that many mutants left, only a few hundred according to recent surveys. Surely any mutants with these powers wouldn't be able to handle the whole of New York, let alone the world."

"No, they wouldn't, but mutants are a genetic evolutionary step. Their numbers will rise again and those people will be out there looking to live their lives like all regular humans. Wouldn't you rather they were happily healing the sick or saving people, generally making the world a better place. But if they keep being persecuted, maybe they will just… keep those amazing powers to themselves… leaving people like Alfred to suffer needlessly.

"Mutants are going to be the first people I make into Magical beings. I can heal everyone on this ward from where I am standing now." He told her as he pointed to his feet. "A team of five magical healers can heal anything on the human body. They can re-grow limbs, organs, heal diseases… " Harry suddenly grinned at her… Trish was suddenly very nervous. "How would you like to be the first person to take a step towards clearing up the organ shortage?"

"I… I…"

"All you have to do is lie down on a bed and relax. You will be completely awake."

"I don't think we have time today." Trish said a little hastily.

"You've seen what I can do Trish, you've seen me do some amazing stuff. Trust me. In ten minutes time we can have ten people with organs waiting for them… if you are willing to help them." Harry said sincerely as he held out a hand to her.

Trish was beginning to sweat, she could feel it droplets running down her back; this was not what she signed up for! When they were off the air she was going drag Harry into the nearest private room and kick him in the balls! She was on live TV! There was no way she could refuse!

"Ok, let's do this." She said as she began psyching herself up.

"Ok, take off your jacket, you're wearing a short-sleeved shirt?"

Trish was trying so hard not to tremble that she could only nod as she handed the microphone to Josh and began removing her suit jacket, which she eventually handed to Josh as well.

"Hey Doc, you can use my bed." Alfred called out as he began to lever himself onto his feet.

"Thanks Alfred." Harry replied.

Harry took Trish's arm and led her over to the bed and had her lay down before conjuring some large pillows behind her so she could sit up slightly.

Harry turned to look into the camera. "Ok, I am about to open Trish up. If you are squeamish then I recommend turning away, I'll call out when we are all done." He told the viewers.

He then turned back to Trish. "Normally we would be in a private room and you would have a team of four or five magicals of the same gender as you doing this, mainly because I'd have removed your top, but we need some modesty for the public so I'm going to make your shirt stick to your chest, I'll repair it later." He promised.

Trish was completely pale at this point but she just sat there silently praying.

She watched in morbid fascination as Harry began cutting into her chest.

"As you can see there is no bleeding, the magic takes care of that, it also takes care of ensuring that the rest of the body functions normally and that there is no pain. Can you feel anything, Trish?"

"N-No… not a thing." She said, she was in absolute awe as he caused her ribs to detach from her exposed sternum and bend back revealing her heart and lungs. "This is really happening?"

"You can touch it if you like, magic is helping to keep you healthy."

She hesitantly reached out to touch one of her exposed ribs that were pointing in the air as though she had been opened like a cardboard box. It was warm and slippery, coated with her own blood. She slowly moved to touch the life-giving organ that was pumping quickly, a sure sign of her nervousness.

"Doctor, is that wise?" Doctor Marks asked quickly.

"Don't worry, magic is tricking the body into believing everything is normal, she could punch her own heart and it wouldn't kill her."

"I have a warm heart." Trish mumbled.

"I already knew that." Harry smiled at her kindly causing Trish to blush as she realised she had said that out loud.

"Right, let's get this show on the road." Harry declared with a clap of his hands. "This part is often done with a scalpel, we could use lasers but then we have to deal with cauterized tissue." He said as he conjured one. He then shoved his hand into her chest, cupping her heart as he cut the large veins and aortas before removing the organ completely.

Trish thought she would have thrown up by now but she was oddly calm.

"Did you do something to me? Shouldn't I be hysterical?" She asked suspiciously.

Harry handed the heart to an amazed Doctor Marks and just grinned at her. "A calming charm, nothing more. The average person needs one for the first few times they donate.

"Now comes the really interesting part!"

Trish watched as Harry pulsed magic into her and a new heart quickly grew. She was shocked as Harry didn't hesitate as he cut it out and kept the repeating the process, then she remembered he mentioned ten hearts earlier. But Harry didn't stop at ten; he went on for twenty hearts, all lined up on the expanded bed table in conjured plastic boxes.

The twenty-first heart stayed in her chest as the world watched in amazement as Trish Tilby donated twenty hearts in five minutes and then was healed up as though she had just come on-air. The male population (and some of the females) were disappointed at the lack of boob exposure, many a husband received an icy glare, slap on the head or relegation to the couch.

"Congratulations, Miss Tilby. You are the first person in the history of this world to donate more than one heart and still live." Harry said as he helped her off the bed, he repaired her clothes and cast some cleansing and freshening charms to help her feel better.

Trish stood somewhat shakily as she received her microphone back from Josh. Harry conjured a couple of armchairs for them.

"That was amazing." Trish breathed. "I didn't feel a thing, just very nervous and scared." She admitted.

"You did perfectly." Harry assured her. "My adopted father back home, he survived seeing me do all that to myself and others one night and then fainted when he watched me deliver a baby… he never lived that one down." Harry grinned.

"Why twenty hearts though?" Trish asked.

"Because various governments will want to test them to prove they are viable."

"Won't they be able to clone me?" She asked worriedly.

"No, I have put a charm on you and all my friends so that your DNA can't be copied, altered or duplicated."

Trish just nodded, she was quite relived, she was aware of all the cloning crap the X-Men had gone through.

"If you can re-grow organs, why bother with the transplants?"

"Because there aren't enough magicals to handle that amount of demand, it's easier and more efficient to take five organs from a donor and send them out to the people who need them where regular Doctors like Doctor Marks can implant them."

Trish just nodded in understanding. "And all magicals can do what you did?"

"It actually takes a team of five magicals combining their power to do that. I'm just unique that I can do it by myself. Josh can also do five organs on his own with his mutant powers."

"Josh, what sort of healings have you done so far?" Trish asked the young boy.

Josh looked at Harry slightly nervous.

"Broad strokes, no names or details." Harry said calmly. "Josh is bound by Healer/Patient confidentiality." He explained.

"I believe Laurie and I can help with that." Came Scott's calm voice as he appeared standing between Trish and Harry with Laurie.

"You're sure?" Harry asked.

Laurie just nodded so Harry conjured a few more chairs.

"Many of your viewers know me when I am wearing a pair of red sunglasses or this visor." Scott said as he placed one of the visors he had brought with him over his eyes. "I am more commonly known to the public as 'Cyclops', the field leader of the X-Men.

"Until a few weeks ago I was forced to wear these visors or glasses or the red beams I am known for would erupt from my eyes, I had no ability to control them due to head injuries as a child. Josh was the one who finally healed my head so I can see the world in full colour and not just shades of red." It was hard for the people who knew the leader of the X-Men to recognise him on the TV. Not because of his lack of uniform or visor but because he was smiling!

After Josh had healed him that night he had spent an hour just examining all the various colours he had long since forgotten. He took great pleasure in examining Emma as well.

Scott's new smile and attitude found many a student cowering in fear. They weren't used to it and worried it was some kind of mind control.

Even Trish was having trouble believing what she was seeing. It creeped her out a bit.

"And Laurie, you experienced Josh's healing?" She asked turning to the slightly less unnerving of the two.

"I was shot in the head by one of Reverend Stryker's people, Josh was able to heal my wounds whilst Harry kept my soul around."

"That was you?!" Trish lost all of her objectivity. As a reporter it was her job to stay on top of the latest stories, the names of the last of the 198 mutants were important, especially those staying at the Xavier Mansion, she had seen reports on all of the students.

Laurie Collins stood out, not because of herself but because of her father. As a result Trish knew quite a bit about Wallflower. She seemed like the nicest girl possible with a mutation she really didn't need or want.

"Why would anyone want to hurt you?"

"You remember the Nimrod incident a few days ago? Stryker was the one who activated him." Scott explained. "He had information regarding the future from Nimrod that suggested Laurie was key to destroying all mutants."

Trish turned to Harry. "And you foiled the future?"

"This future." Harry shrugged. "There are so many realities and dimensions that anything is possible."

"I- I'm afraid we have to cut this interview short as my producers are telling me we are out of time." Trish said clearly disappointed.

"I'm sure we can arrange something again later." Harry said easily.

"Well viewers, there you have it…"

"Well viewers, there you have it, the power, ability and willingness to heal all of our ailments through magic and mutant powers. Hopefully we'll be able to meet with Doctor Potter again so he can show us more of these wonders.

This is Trish Tilby, reporting from New York Presbyterian."

"Wow, I am amazed that Laurie actually went on TV." Cessily remarked to Laura as they watched the end of the report in a coffee shop Cessily had brought her too.

"Would you do it?" Laura asked.

"Maybe, now that I no longer have silver skin. I have no problems with publicity, I was a cheerleader after all." Cessily grinned.

"I still don't understand what a cheerleader is for." Laura frowned.

"Maybe we can set up a squad for the mansion. Bet Doctor Potter would love to see you in a short skirt and tight top." She smirked.

"You mean because I will look… 'sexy'?" Laura was beginning to understand the world a little better.

She knew that men liked sex, she had to use herself as sexual object to attract targets on her missions before Logan. But she no longer treated life as a mission but took everything and tried to experience it. The Cuckoos had been eager to help her as they reconnected with their emotions.

"Of course, you're his girl now right? Or one of them."

"I am his soul mate. As are the others." Laura agreed.

Cessily just rolled her eyes. "That would be so much more romantic if he didn't have so many."

"He needs us. When we die he will need others to ease the pain and fill the holes in his soul." Laura told her with a hint of sadness.

"Well… how is it going? Any snogging yet?" She asked with a waggle of her eyebrows.

"No, he is taking me out to dinner on the weekend."

"What's wrong?" She asked as she noticed Laura seemed agitated.

"The feeling I am supposed to have for Harry… the romantic ones… am I only supposed to have them for him?" She asked nervously.

"You like someone else?!" She asked loudly in surprise.

"SHHHH!" Laura hissed. "I don't know! I've never had true feelings before."

Poor Laura, Cessily thought. She sounded so desperate and lost.

"Have you talked to Doctor Potter? Or your other fellow… soul mates?"

Laura shook her head wildly, her loose ebony hair flying wildly. She tended to use it as a shield from the rest of the world, using it to hide her face.

"Maybe you should, he did say that-"

Cessily stopped as Laura suddenly stood up and tensed.

"Leave! Now!" She hissed. She then spoke to the rest of the patrons. "All of you, get out now, danger is coming!"

Unfortunately they just stared at her and for the first time Cessily wished she had her metal body so she could scare them out.

"Pop your claws." She whispered to Laura as she stood. "We're mutants, she can sense danger we nee-"

"Too late." Laura gasped as she dove for Cessily and the world exploded in fire and pain.

"How could you do that to me!" Trish ranted as she paced back and forth in Scott's office. Harry had brought her back to the mansion after the interview and healing everyone else on the ward… not that he told them he had. Now Trish was expressing her ire at being turned into Harry's demonstration dummy on live TV.

"You realise Harry has made you world famous?" Hank smirked.

Trish just glared at her ex. "The whole world saw me shaking like a leaf! My innards are going to be all over the Internet!" She struggled to tear her eyes off Hank, it was nice to see him looking so happy and human again.

"I intend to make it up to you in the next interview." Harry assured her.

"Let me guess, you're going to have me strip naked." She shot snidely.

"I'm going to make you a magical."

Trish just stared at him.

And stared.

"Trish?" Scott prodded gently.

"A magical?"

"A magical." Harry confirmed.

"A broom riding, cauldron boiling, spell casting magical?"

"I can give you green skin and warts if you want." Harry deadpanned. "Or you can be like Hank and the other magicals I have created."

Trish sat down in shock.

Unfortunately there was no chair and Harry had to quickly conjure one.

"You always said you were going to make more magicals… I thought they were only going to be mutants though." She commented through her cloud of awe. She suddenly resumed her scowl. "You pull crap like that again on me and I will see just how invulnerable you are!"

"At least she isn't threatening to ruin you in the press." Hank sighed, although it was clear he was enjoying the scene.

"I do have standards, as you well know." She snapped at the former blue man.

"Of cou-"

Hank was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Laura, by the looks of things she had been in a massive fight as her clothes were nearly non-existent.

"God dammit Laura!" Harry groused as he repaired her clothes. "What happened this time?"

"Men from The Facility, Kimura, they took Cessily, killed everyone else!" She said frantically.

Harry grabbed the sides of her face and forced her to look at him. "Let me see what you saw." He ordered softly.

Laura just nodded as she felt the mild presence of Harry entering her mind. It was warm and soft and she definitely didn't want him to leave. It was even better than the times she spent with the Cuckoos.

She saw as Harry watched the coffee shop explode around her stunning both her and Cessily causing Cessily's mutation to re-emerge. She still couldn't figure out how Cessily had suddenly become metal again. Then the fighting began as she begged Cessily to run, but neither girl would leave the wounded civilians to die or abandon their friends.

She re-lived the pain of setting off Kimura's grenades and the abject horror and dismay as they hauled Cessily away, unconscious after torturing her with electricity.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Them." Harry growled as smoke billowed from his nose and mouth. He stood up swiftly. "Laura, show Emma what happened, Scott, assemble a team to clean up after I am finished, you can join in if you make it in time."

"Where are they going?" Laura asked. "I couldn't teleport to Cessily." She said still upset.

"I know, I think they are using magic to hide their position, just means I need to search for the magic." He assured her. "Don't teleport too close, I will not be playing nicely." He warned Scott before he vanished.

"Scott… something going on? Harry just appeared up here and took off in his dragon form." Logan's voice came over the comms.

Scott sighed. It was going to be one of those days.

Despite being the Master of Magic, Harry was still affected by many of the more passive forms of magic. Especially those that tried to hide something and he wasn't actively looking for magic or near it. So if someone cast the Fidelius and he didn't know it, it still affected him until he encountered the Secret Keeper, someone who knew the secret or the location of the secret at which point he would be able to see the magic involved.

Once he knew magic was involved Harry came into his element. He may be blocked from teleporting to Cessily but he just had to track her magical signature from the Coffee Shop. He swooped in for a landing under a hail of bullets as the local police began firing at him.

Harry ignored them.

Mosquitoes hurt more than their bullets, they definitely annoyed him and he was going to be registering a severe complaint with the authorities but he went about his business as the bullets bounced off his thick dragon skin hide.

He soon found Cessily's scent and signature and took to the air again leaving the completely confused police to explain how they had managed to use up a months supply of ammunition with nothing to show for it.

They were especially frightened when the formerly dead patrons of the coffee shop began to stumble out of the debris dazedly. One poor civilian had to be taken to the hospital when a cop panicked and shot him.

Cessily Kinkaid was terrified and in agony. She and Laura had been attacked without warning or provocation. She had witnessed Laura essentially sacrifice herself to save her and others, but she was still captured.

Something had gone wrong and her mutation had re-emerged, it was probably the only thing that saved her life as they had shot metal spikes that pumped electricity into her.

Dr. Potter had warned them that their magical powers could be inhibited by electricity and her captors were using plenty of it on her. What was worse was they were using lasers to cut away pieces of her liquid metal body. She was desperately trying to call out using the magical mental telepathy Dr. Potter taught them for help but nothing seemed to get through.

Then they had shown her the monstrosities that they used her metal on. Two huge creatures the size of hippos but that looked like predators out of a monster movie, like rabid canines.

Her heart soared as she saw Dr. Potter rise slowly out of the ground in front of the containment tube she was being held in. The scientists that were torturing her were running around in panic.

"Cessily, why are you sitting in there?" Harry asked calmly.

"It's electrified, magic doesn't work, help me!" She pleaded.

"Cessily, your magic still works, it just can't escape the bounds of your containment. You can still use your magic to escape, you can still transfigure and conjure things."

"But ho- HARRY!" She screamed as she saw the two large metallic monsters bear down on Harry, the left one simply grabbed him and bit him in half leaving his legs on the floor.

Cessily sobbed as she frantically tried to think of how to escape. Magic didn't affect the glass surrounding her, she had tried to smash the glass but couldn't, mainly because it was electrified.

Dr. Potter had said she could conjure or transfigure things. Her conjuration was crap but she was a fair hand at transfiguration, unfortunately the only things she had available to transfigure were the skimpy garments that they had thrown her in the tube with, not that they had stayed on once she turned to liquid.

She knew she could transfigure something small into something much larger, she could also transfigure it into something 'living'… temporarily at least. But she wasn't able to break the containment herself and doubted she could create a living creature capable of doing the same. So she began transfiguring her clothes into metal beams. The front of the glass tube opened up so she knew there was a seam somewhere, she positioned the beams in the middle of the tube with the ends pointing from front to back they began to push out as she enlarged them, she could hear the creaking as the structure weakened, cracks began to form in the clear material and soon enough the glass shattered and revealed her freedom.

"It's about time!" Came Harry's voice.

"You're Ok!" She then proceeded to throw up as she realised that Harry was currently crawling out the mouth of the unconscious monster that ate him, only his lower half was sitting on the floor several feet away.

"It's not that bad!" Harry objected. "Look out!" He warned as the second monster leapt at Cessily.

She immediately went limp which had the effect of her falling into a puddle on the floor and leaving the monster very confused as it pawed at the silvery substance that smelled like itself.

"Oi! Ugly, come and chomp on me!" Harry taunted as he fully exited the mouth, already his legs were growing back.

The creature roared and charged but only made it single leap before Harry zapped it in the mouth and fell to the floor in a heap.

"All clear Cess'." Harry called out as the liquid metal mutant reformed. "Did you know that you are impervious to magical attack whilst in that form?" He asked with a smile.

"Why am I in this form?" Cessily asked weakly, all the magic, torture and loss of her own mass had made her weak.

"A defence mechanism. When you are attacked you revert to you true form as it is capable of more damage." He explained.

"This is not my true form." She argued.

"Yes, it is." Harry said seriously. "I didn't remove the x-gene, I just used magic to put it in stand-by. I may not have wanted you kids to fight but-"

"HARRY!" Cessily screamed as a sword sliced off Harry's head, his feet were still re-growing.

"Stupid man, didn't he think we would have other people around, not just these monsters." A black haired woman snarled, she was wielding a sword that was now dripping with Harry's blood.

"Stay back! I don't want to hurt you." Cessily warned.

"Please, little girl! There is nothing you could do to hurt me." She sneered. "Now you just stay put whilst the techs bring in another tube for you to sit in." She mocked.

Cessily was weak, she knew she couldn't fight, but she was free of the tube and it's electric field, so she grabbed Harry's torso and focused on the mansion and vanished.

"Dammit!" Kimura screamed in anger.

Hank immediately hit the alarm as Mercury and Harry appeared in the infirmary, he paused for a moment, unsure what to do about Harry's headless and footless body, but then he decided to focus on Mercury.

"Tell me what happened my dear." He instructed softly as he lifted her on to the bed. Harry had warned him that he had put fail-safes in that would cause mutations to re-emerge in an emergency so her liquid metal state didn't surprise him.

"They captured me, cut pieces of my body off, they grafted it onto these horrible monsters and then Harry arrived. He stopped them but then this woman cut his head off!"

"Yes and it is really annoying when that happens!" Harry's voice came from the floor.

Both turned to look, but instead of seeing Harry's head now on his body, what they saw was Harry's head next to his body whilst the rest of his body was steadily growing out of his neck. Curled up on the floor next to him was a silver metallic puppy.

"Harry…" Hank began hesitantly, "do you need me to put you on your body?"

"Nah, you can vanish that, I'll be walking around in a minute or two." He assured them. His head then floated up to their eye level, his spine and organs still growing out.

"Oh god! I'm gonna be sick!" Cessily managed before she put action to word all over Hank's white lab coat… Hank didn't seem to notice as he was fascinated by Harry's 're-growth'.

"Oh god! I'm gonna be sick!" The echo was not Cessily repeating herself… literally. It was Bobby who had come down with the others in response to the alarm.

"Harry! Get behind a curtain and stop scaring everyone!" Lorna ordered, everyone was looking a bit closer in shade to her hair colour.

"Fine." Harry sulked as he floated to a bed, the curtain closing after him.

"Harry, what's with the silver puppy?" Lorna asked as she pulled Hank back from following Harry, cleaned his vomit-covered coat and then pointed him back at Cessily.

"That's Cessily's. It's the thing they made with her metal." Harry called out.

"Miss Kincaid indicated it was substantially bigger… and more horrifying." Hank noted. The little puppy looked more like a wolf cub.

"Yeah, but I did a permanent transfiguration and layered some charms so it would act as Cessily's best friend and bodyguard." Harry called out.

"Harry, what happened to the place you found her?" Scott asked. "We were just about to come and help."

"Yeah, but after Cessily freed herself I got decapitated and she managed to escape. I was able to follow her out but not before the puppy woke up and bit my head… so I decided to bring it along."

"What about Kimura?" Laura asked worriedly.

"Ah, she's still there, I can't actually do much without a body… well I can, but it interferes with my body re-growing."

"We should go back and kill her. She is very dangerous and may come after us again." Laura advised.

"Laura, we don't just go around killing people because they might be dangerous." Scott admonished.

"Harry does." She pointed out. "If they are dangerous. Which Kimura is."

"And so should you lot!" Harry scowled as he emerged whole from the curtained bed. "This woman is bad news, so are the idiots working with her."

Just as Scott was going to argue, Laura interrupted. "We might not be able to kill her." Scott was looking a mite relieved. "Harry will have to. She is nearly indestructible, you can't damage her skin."

Scott was not pleased.

"What about her mind?" Emma asked. Scott just looked betrayed.

"I do not know." Laura admitted.

"Scott, will you just accept that this is out of your hands." Harry sighed. "You have no authority over what I do and as soon as I find her I will be killing her."

"You can't teleport to her?" Lorna asked.

"I didn't really get a good look at her… I was busy rolling on the floor with out a body." He admitted sheepishly.

"I can teleport to her. I know her." And then Laura vanished.

And reappeared with a stunned Kimura.

"What the hell X'! When did you get this upgrade?" Kimura demanded as she drew her swords to defend herself. She was fairly unnerved by the fact that none of the 'heroes' were doing the same.

"Laura, please don't do that without backup." Lorna sighed.

Harry sent a stunner at Kimura but it didn't seem to affect her. "Huh, ok, have to do this the hard way." He shrugged as he conjured a diamond tube to hold her.

"Emma, can you troll through her head for any useful information?"

"I do not 'troll'." Emma said with a narrow eyed glare at Harry. "I could use the help of my girls though."

The Cuckoos suddenly appeared in their sleepwear of pyjama bottoms and tank tops. "Not yours. Harry's." Celeste declared, although there was a lot less conviction in her voice.

"Well, you four get to work and I'll clean up when you're done." He levitated the tube and Kimura to the other side of the room where Kimura was clearly screaming and shouting despite the fact that no one could hear her. Harry had silenced the tube.

"You couldn't read her mind yourself with magic?" Hank asked. "You cleared up Gazer pretty quickly."

"It's the whole destruction is easier than creation bit. Removing memories is fairly easy, but trying to read them with magic is an arduous task if the participant is unwilling or they aren't thinking about them. Jean found the whole thing ridiculous and just told me to ask her to do it."

"Can you fix me?" Cessily asked weakly.

"I can, but I want you to try and work on switching back and forth between organic and metal without magic."

"I can't, it's part of my mutation. I don't have that ability." She said forlornly.

"I don't think that's true. You have hair, if you can have hair then you can have the rest, I think you just need to work on it."

"Will you let me be human when I'm not practising… so I can go out in public?"

"If that's what you want." He agreed. He was not happy that mutants felt they needed to hide their true selves. It had taken Hermione an entire millennium to get the House Elves to walk about in public without glamours or invisibility spells. But she did succeed. He just didn't want it to take that long for mutants.