Here's the prologue to Part 3.

Disclaimer: The X-Men were created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby and belong to Marvel Comics. Harry Potter was created by and belongs to J.K. Rowling.

1) PROLOGUE

The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole:

"When skin touches skin and eye pairs meet
Then flows waters of memory
When exposure comes and golems rise
Ancestor and descendent will reunite
Unstoppable forces aid the long lost kin
To see that the world is safe again."

The speaker's eyes rolled up in her sockets and she began to collapse. Only the quick movements of Ginny and Ron Weasley prevented Luna Lovegood from falling to the ground.

"Mum!" yelled Ginny, "come quick!"

Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the kitchen of the Burrow into the livingroom in time to see Ron and Ginny gently lowering Luna to the floor.

"What happened?" asked a concerned Mrs. Weasley.

"We don't know" said Ron, "we were talking like normal and everything was fine when she suddenly went all wonky."

"I think she made a prophecy" said Ginny, "you know that there's been rumors that Luna is a seer."

"If that's true then she won't remember what happened when she wakes up" said Mrs. Weasley as she levitated Luna up on to the sofa and made her comfortable before turning to the fireplace, "let me get the headmaster. He might be able to help."

In short order Mrs. Weasley reached Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and informed him of what had happened. Soon afterwards he arrived at the Burrow when Fawkes, his phoenix, flashed him into the room. In his hands he was carrying a large shallow bowl that had runes carved all around it. He put it down on the coffee table and bent over the still unconscious Ms. Lovegood.

"She'll be all right" said Dumbledore after looking her over for a few moments, "I don't think she'll need to see a healer. Now Ron, Ginny, I hope you won't consider this request too forward of me but would either of you be willing to let me see a copy of your memory of this event? It's important to know exactly what Ms. Lovegood said." Both Ginny and Ron agreed to the request and Dumbledore soon had copies of their memories extracted from their heads which he put into the pensieve one at a time before viewing them both. Soon all four people saw the prophecy exactly as it was made. At Dumbledore's request Mrs. Weasley wrote down the exact wording. Once the prophecy was recorded the two youngest Weasleys were given back their memories.

"Albus what does it mean?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I don't know" said the Headmaster and he didn't like it. Times were supposed to be peaceful now that Voldemort had been defeated and he and his Death Eaters were being tried at the ministry. Nevertheless if there was one thing Dumbledore had learned during the many years of his life it was that there was always a new crisis waiting to arrive. He cast his mind back to the Yule Ball at Hogwarts the previous December when he'd been given a vague warning from his old friend Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, who had told him what his master, the Ancient One, had said:

"There may be other enemies in the not too distant future. I have felt some troubling currents in the various auras of the world lately but I do not yet know what they mean. I feel that something else is coming and it will be big when it happens."

Those had been the Ancient One's exact words according to Dr. Strange but no more information had been forthcoming beyond that since then. Dumbledore wondered if Luna's prophecy heralded the coming of whatever the new crisis was.

Dr. Strange's Sanctum Sanctorum, New York City:

In his Sanctum Sanctorum in New York City's Greenwich Village Dr. Strange was pondering the very same problem. The signs were there that something was coming but the Sorcerer Supreme was unable to determine exactly what it was except for one thing. He had used every magical method that he had at his disposal to try to determine the nature of the threat but had received no reaction to any of his spells. That meant that the coming menace wasn't an inherently magical menace. In some ways that made things worse. Non-magical menaces were often harder to uncover than magical ones because their very – non-magicalness – meant that there was little to nothing for magic to track. This wasn't the same as using magic to find a missing person or object as in that circumstance one already knew what one was looking for which made it easier for magic to find it. In the present case the coming menace was unknown so there was nothing for magic to track.

As a famous witch once said "it's hard enough to find someone when they're somewhere but when they're nowhere it becomes that much more difficult." A simple alteration of the terms in this statement made it a very good match for the current situation. Dr. Strange wondered what was coming and when it would arrive. He didn't think it would be very long until it did.

The Marko House, Colorado Rockies:

Cain Marko, also known to certain people as the Juggernaut, was relaxing on the back deck of his father's old house which had passed to him after his father's death. It had been years since he'd been here but it was just the same as he remembered. The view of the mountains was as spectacular as it had always been and as peaceful as ever. Best of all there really wasn't anyone nowadays who knew about this place so he was sure of having complete privacy.

Cain had come here not too long after his fight with the X-Men. Just before he had left the X-Mansion he had told Lightning that he was going to try to do something worthwhile. Ever since he had come back to this house he had been thinking over what he could do with his life that would be "worthwhile." He realized that he didn't have a direction in his life and perhaps trying to come up with something just like that wouldn't work. He'd have to find another way.

Eventually he decided to go back to school. He'd never been to college and thought that he might find at least some clue there as to what direction in life he should take. Having decided that he'd applied to, and been accepted at, the University of Colorado in Boulder and would begin attending classes there in the fall.

There was also the question of what would happen to Juggernaut now. Cain was aware that Cyttorak was a god of black magic and inherently evil although he hadn't been contacted by the deity at all nor did he feel his mind being influenced by an outside force. No, he was still himself. He thought over how he'd gotten his power. The ruby had told him that he would become a juggernaut but it hadn't told him how to use that power or given him a mission. As far as he knew his power was his to do with as he saw fit, but what would that be? He didn't know but he figured he'd think of something eventually.

He thought about Professor Xavier, his stepbrother, sometimes and found that he no longer hated him as he once did however he wasn't sure he wanted to see him again any time soon. He did think that he might like to see Lightning again once he felt that he could show the young X-Man that he was doing something worthwhile.

An Unnamed Planet Many Light Years From Earth:

Magneto walked on the surface of the planet he was living on. He wasn't from this planet. He'd been brought here several months ago by the extremely powerful being known as the Stranger who had abducted him from Earth and had left him stuck on this world. It was an old relic of a place. Everything on it was old, outdated, damaged, or just plain worn out and useless. Magneto was allowed to roam free because there didn't seem to be any way for him to escape.

Magneto knew better.

"The Stranger has underestimated my power" he muttered to himself, "I can find a way to escape from here and when I do I will return to Earth and take my revenge on my greatest enemies: The X-Men!"

The Sea of Japan:

A giant green reptile swam slowly northward up the Sea of Japan with Korea to his west and Japan to his east. He was deeply submerged in the water and undetectable by anyone on the surface. He was Godzilla, the guardian kaiju of this part of the world. Most of the time he and others like him slept because they weren't needed by the world at large. Recently something had woken him up from his ancient slumber and had urged him to travel in secret to this area. He didn't know why but it didn't occur to him to refuse the call. So far, although he could sense that something seemed to be wrong, he'd seen nothing in his journey to support the idea that his part of the world was in danger. He was beginning to wonder if he should return to where he had come from and go back to sleep –

– No, no, Godzilla suddenly realized that there was something here as his senses picked up an object lying on the floor of the sea. He swam down to examine it more closely. It appeared to be a large metallic box about 20 feet long, 10 feet wide and 10 feet deep. It had no opening or any sign of a lid or latch yet Godzilla was certain that it wasn't a solid block. He could sense something inside it. It wasn't alive like he was but perhaps it was mechanical in nature. Whatever it was it currently lay dormant. He didn't know what would happen if it woke up.

Finding this box was all well and good, Godzilla reflected, and it certainly didn't belong here, but surely this one object alone couldn't be the sole cause of the wrongness he was feeling. He marked where the box was for later reference and began swimming again.

It wasn't that long before he found the second box. It looked and felt exactly the same as the other one. He marked that box's position and moved on. One box could be unique but now there were two, and if there were two there were likely to be more.

There were. He quickly found a third one, and a fourth one, and a fifth, sixth, seventh one, and so on and so on until he lost count of just how many of these boxes he'd found. He stopped where he was to consider his next course of action. He thought about trying to smash some of the boxes but decided against that for now. These boxes weren't natural. Something or someone had deliberately put them here. If that was the case then that same someone would probably know if one of the boxes was damaged before whatever was inside of it was able to be activated.

Godzilla had no fears that he could be easily harmed by these things. He was 15 to 20 times as big as any one of them. What worried him was that he didn't know why they were here or what they were for. He wanted to have some idea of the answers to both questions before he acted. He sat down on the floor of the sea where he could keep track of the nearest boxes and settled in to wait and see what would happen with them.

While Godzilla waited to see what, if anything, would happen he sent a mental call out to any other guardian kaiju who might be active. No replies came back to him. He was the only kaiju currently awake in the world. He took a little comfort in that as it meant that the wrongness in the world wasn't so wrong that he would need help to set it right. The higher the number of active kaiju the worse the situation was. In this case whatever powers governed his kind seemed to think that, for the moment at least, only he would be needed. He very much hoped that would be the case. All he could do for now was wait and watch.

Canadian Wilderness:

Running. That was all he knew, all he'd ever known, and possibly all he ever would know. For as long as he could remember he'd been running: running to eat, running for exercise, running just to live. He'd been running for his entire life, which was a remarkably short time. It had only been a couple of months since he had woken up in this forest wilderness. He knew nothing of anything that might have happened to him before that.

Somehow that was wrong. From seeing his body and seeing his reflection in pond surfaces it was clear that he was an adult, and not a young adult either although he wasn't anywhere near old by a long shot. He must have had a past life of some sort. Adults didn't just spring into existence out of thin air, did they?

He wondered exactly what he was. He looked human, and he was very fit and muscular although not very tall. But he was more than merely human. He had abilities that no normal human had. They were more like those of an animal. He could smell and hear far more than a normal person could. He could track and stalk like a silent predator. He was fast, strong, and durable. He had great stamina and he could heal incredibly fast. All in all he was extremely hard to kill. He might not know much but he did know that no regular human was like that.

Then there were his claws. Three claws in each hand shooting out of the base knuckles of his fists. They were extremely sharp and he could extend and retract them at will. Though they were part of his body they were somehow coated in some kind of metal – Adamantium a little whisper in his mind said. He didn't know how he knew that word or what it meant but his claws seemed to be indestructible. No matter how much punishment he gave them they were never damaged and they were very useful in helping him to survive in this northern wilderness.

These were the things that he knew he was. He was sure he was much more but he couldn't remember any of it. He didn't even remember his own full name. As much as he tried he could only think of one name that was his: Logan, but was it his first name, his middle name, or his last name? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was Logan and Logan was him. If only he knew who exactly Logan was supposed to be he'd be much happier.

He was running again but this time it was different. Now he was running just to stay alive. Something was chasing him, something big, but he didn't know what it was. It wasn't a wolf, or a bear, or even the Wendigo of legend. No, it was something completely different. He was able to catch its scent and it was metallic. Was it even alive?

No matter how fast he ran he couldn't escape it. No matter how far he went it kept coming after him. It never seemed to tire. Whenever he slowed down or stopped it got closer. After a long chase it was almost on top of him. He burst out of the trees into a clearing and practically ran smack into a cliff that curved back on either side of him. He'd run into a dead end and the only way out was up. He could climb that cliff but was there time for him to reach the top?

No, there wasn't. Even as he prepared to climb the cliff face IT appeared from the trees, or rather THEY appeared as there were three of them, one directly behind him, and one on each side of him. When he looked up he saw a fourth one at the top of the cliff cutting off all possible escape routes. He was trapped but he was damned if he'd just let them take him.

"You want a piece of me?!" he yelled as he turned to attack, "then come get me! Augh!" He rushed toward the one directly behind him and leaped into the air with his claws extended. All three of the ones on the ground converged on him and before he could strike a blow everything went black.

(To Be Continued)

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