A/N - Hello everyone. I'm back with the new chapter. Ever since I revealed that Harry was Wolverine's grandson quite a number of you have been wanting them to meet and asking when that would happen. Well your wait is over because it's happening now. I hope you enjoy this chapter as there are a few surprises coming your way today.

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. I make no money from this and the only thing that's mine are the original parts of the story.

24) LIGHTNING AND LOGAN

Around the same time that Xavier's younger students were having dinner back at the X-Mansion Lightning was waking up from being knocked out by the Sentinels. He didn't recognize where he was when he opened his eyes and sat up and he didn't have much of a chance to look around either before he heard a voice speak from behind him.

"You're finally awake" said the voice.

"Huh?" said Lightning as he struggled to reorient himself, "who's there?"

"Over here kid" said the voice again. Lightning fought against the haziness that was still affecting his vision as he woke up more and looked around. He appeared to be in a completely featureless cell made out of some kind of metal. There was no furniture of any kind and the only other thing in the cell was another person who was sitting on the floor watching him. Lightning couldn't see him clearly yet and for the moment was only able to make out the general shape of the man's head. The odd thing was that he seemed to have a horn growing straight up out of each side of his head. Lightning blinked several times as he tried to make out the man more clearly.

"What are you lookin' at?" the man asked him after about a minute of this.

"Sorry" said Lightning, "I'm still having a little trouble seeing things properly."

"You want me to come closer?"

"No, I'm getting better." Lightning looked down at his hands and focused on them before looking at the rest of his body. Everything came into focus and once he was sure he could see clearly he looked up at the other man in the cell. Then he froze as his eyes went wide and he struggled to keep his jaw shut.

It was the same face he'd seen in the pictures he, Sirius, and Remus had gone through back at Potter Castle the previous summer, perhaps a little older but maybe not. It was hard to tell. Lightning saw the same gaunt and weathered face with the same hair that jutted up at the sides of his head almost like horns. He wasn't tall, Sirius mentioned that he was relatively short and Lightning could tell that he himself was already taller than this man. Still, if this man wasn't who Lightning thought he was than it was an incredible coincidence. Yes, he remembered the time when he'd seen the professor and Patrick Stewart meet each other. They certainly looked enough alike as to be mistaken for each other. Such things did happen but Lightning didn't think they happened all that often. If this was the second time he was meeting someone's double then the universe really did have a sense of humor. He just wished he wasn't the butt of the joke.

He had to know.

"Grandfather?" he almost whispered. The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Huh?" he said, "what did you call me?" There was a short silence while the two of them looked at each other before Lightning looked away.

"I'm sorry" he said, "you look exactly like my grandfather."

"Should I be honored or insulted by that?" asked the man raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know" said Lightning, "I never actually met the man. I only saw his pictures."

"Oh? Is he dead?"

"Supposedly but no one knows for sure" said Lightning.

"How's that possible?" asked his fellow prisoner, "either you're dead or you're not."

"I'm told his body disappeared before it could be buried" said Lightning.

"Well that sucks" was the reply, "what's his name?"

"James Logan Howlett Evans" said Lightning. A strange expression crossed the man's face, as if he was trying to remember something. He gave it up after a short time.

"My name's Logan" he finally said, "but that's all I know and the only name I've got. If I got more I don't know it. I guess I could be your grandpa but I don't remember."

"You don't?"

"Nope" was the reply, "I don't remember nothing from before a few months ago. I woke up in the middle of a forest and that's the first thing I know. Anything before that? No clue kid."

"Oh" said Lightning, "how can that be?"

"Your guess is as good as mine" said Logan, "so what's your name? You know mine. What should I call you?"

"I'm Lightning" said Lightning, "I'm one of the X-Men."

"One of the who?"

"The X-Men – you don't know about us?"

"Nope" said Logan, "who are you?"

Lightning briefly explained to Logan who the X-Men were and what they did. He tried to activate his electricity and was concerned when nothing happened.

"Nice" said Logan sounding approving of the X-Men, "pity I can't see your powers right now but the Sentinels made sure you can't use 'em while you're in the cell."

"I noticed" said Lightning, "I can't access my electricity at all." He then tried to levitate but again nothing happened.

"What did the Sentinels do?" he finally asked Logan.

"They have neutralizing fields in the cells" said Logan, "they cancel out our powers."

"Bollocks" said Lightning.

"Tell me about it kid" said Logan.

The two of them sat in silence for a little while, both lost in their own thoughts. Lightning tried to look at Logan again without being obvious about it but didn't succeed.

"What are you looking at?" Logan grunted at Lightning.

"Sorry" said Lightning, "it's just you look so much like the pictures I've seen of my grandfather that it's scary."

"Everyone's got a double somewhere in the world" said Logan in an offhand manner as he leaned back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling.

"So I've heard" said Lightning thinking again about the time he saw Professor X and Patrick Stewart come face to face, "I even saw it happen once."

"Maybe it's happening again" said Logan, "maybe I'm your grandpa's double."

"Maybe" said Lightning. He wondered just how close the resemblance was.

"You wouldn't happen to have claws, would you?" he asked after a moment. Logan's head whipped toward him so quickly that Lightning thought he'd hurt himself.

"What did you just say?" Logan practically growled at him, "what are you talking about claws?"

"Whoa" said Lighting holding up his hands in a sign of peace, "what's gotten into you?"

"What do you know about blasted claws?" hissed Logan.

"He had them" said Lightning, "I saw them in the pictures from when I was a baby."

"Is that right?" Logan asked staring at Lightning as if trying to see into his soul.

"Yes" said Lightning, "he had three claws coming out of the base knuckles of each hand. They were long and sharp, and – "

"And they looked like this?!" demanded Logan who held up both fists. There was a 'snikt' and three claws shot out of the knuckles of each hand. Lightning's jaw dropped when he saw them.

"Exactly like that" said Lightning starting to get excited, "you are my grandpa. You have to be. There couldn't be two people like you."

"I'm willing to believe it" said Logan as he retracted his claws with another 'snikt', "but like I said before, I don't remember anything from before a few months ago. I'll have to take your word for it."

"Please do" said Lightning.

"Then you should tell me about my family" said Logan, "am I your dad's dad? Or your mom's dad?"

"You're my mum's dad" said Lightning, "I have her eyes, at least that's what everyone tells me."

"Is that so?" said Logan as he moved over to crouch in front of Lightning, "well let me have a look at your eyes. Maybe it'll give me some hint about your mom."

"Okay" said Lightning and he looked straight at Logan who looked straight at him. Logan had to admit that Lightning's eyes were a striking shade of green. If he was this boy's grandpa then the eyes must have come from the grandma because his own eyes weren't that color.

As Logan leaned forward to get a better view of Lightning's eyes he overbalanced a bit and came closer to Lightning than he meant to. He put up a hand to stop himself from crashing into his cell mate. As Logan did so his hand happened to brush Lightning's chin.

It happened in the instant the two made skin contact. A blast of power passed through the two of them and flung them apart. Lightning got slammed onto the floor but was otherwise unaffected.

"What the hell – ?" he began when his words were cut off by cries of pain.

"Logan?" Lightning asked looking over at his cell mate. Logan was sitting in a hunched over position on the other side of the cell with his head in his hands. He didn't respond to Lightning's call. He wasn't even aware of him at all. For Logan it was as if an impenetrable dam had suddenly been destroyed and he was being overwhelmed by the onslaught of what was behind that dam.

It only took a few moments but for Logan it was like reliving his life as all of his memories came back. He remembered his early years in Canada with his now long dead parents. He remembered the first signs of his powers showing up when he began healing much faster than normal, his senses sharpening to incredible levels until he could see, hear, and smell far beyond what any human could do. He remembered his claws shooting out of his hands for the first time and how painful that had been although he'd quickly gotten used to it.

The memories came thick and fast. He saw the years go by and yet he didn't seem to age very much. He remembered learning how to fight as he got older and later saw himself fighting first in World War I and later in World War II. He remembered his first wife whom he married after the first world war and lost before the second one broke out. He remembered staying in the U.K. after the second war and eventually meeting and marrying his second wife. He remembered the struggle they'd had to start a family and how their children finally came about and how Lily eventually manifested her powers. He also remembered how Lily went off to Hogwarts much to Petunia's envy which slowly deteriorated into hatred.

He remembered the men his daughters married. Vernon was a big, fat, slob of a blowhard but James was much nicer even if he could be reckless at times. It was funny that Lily's husband had the same first name as he did and how he and his friends had taken to calling him by Logan so the two of them wouldn't get confused with each other (that had happened a few times at first). He remembered his grandchildren and how different they were. Dudley was already pudgy when he was born and it was obvious by the way his parents spoiled him that he would become as fat as his father. Lily's son was much more good natured and Logan never forgot going to New Zealand to meet the boy for the first time. He smiled as he remembered the baby laughing at him as he used his claws to slice up some food in the kitchen.

Logan wanted to stop the memories here but the stream of recollections was implacable and he was forced to relive the night Death Eaters attacked his home, killed his wife and tried to kill him too. They must have thought they'd succeeded because the next thing Logan knew he was waking up inside a coffin at a funeral home from which he broke out and ran away. Something happened in the attack that scrambled his mind and left him unable to remember many things clearly including exactly who he was. He wound up living on the streets for a while before somehow making his way back to Canada where he had been found and taken by Weapon X. They had performed many experiments on him including bonding Adamantium to his skeleton and attempting to train and brainwash him into complete obedience as they did everything they could to turn him into a living, indestructible weapon under their control.

In the end they trained him too well. They were unable to control him and Logan had escaped from their clutches although not without a lot of bloodshed and at the cost of all of his memories. When he woke up in the Canadian wilderness after his escape he remembered nothing of who or what he was except for one of his names.

Now it all came back. All of it. When the rush of memories finally stopped Logan finally remembered that his full name was James Logan Howlett Evans and everything else that came with it. He was fully himself again for the first time in nearly a decade and a half.

Slowly he looked up and saw Lightning watching him from the other side of the cell.

"Are you all right?" Lightning asked him. Logan stared at him. This boy, this hero, this X-Man – Logan had to know the truth. He launched himself at his cell mate at a much faster speed than anyone would have expected and before Lightning knew what was happening Logan had him in a headlock.

"What the ####!" Lightning began to yell.

"Quiet!" hissed Logan, "we don't need the Sentinels looking in on us."

"Let go of me!" Lightning said struggling against the man's grip but it was unbreakable and Lightning couldn't get free. He couldn't use his mutant powers either thanks to the neutralizing field the sentinels had placed on the cell and he was having too much trouble concentrating to see if he could use his magic.

"Calm down" said Logan, "I ain't gonna hurt you. I just have to see." Before Lightning could ask Logan what he meant the older man grabbed Lightning's mask and pulled it off. Then he released his captive from the headlock and spun him around so he could look him straight in the face. There was no doubt, no doubt at all as to who he was looking at.

"Harry" said Logan in a soft voice as he stared at who he now knew for a fact was his grandson, "it really is you. You haven't changed much except for growing up. You look almost exactly like James did except you have – "

" – My mother's eyes, yes" said Harry, "I've lost count of how many times people have said that to me."

"It's as true now as it was in 1980 and '81" said Logan as he let go of Harry and stepped back from him.

"Then I was right?" asked Harry as he pulled his mask back on, "you really are my grandfather?" Logan nodded.

"Yeah" he said as he sat down on the floor again still staring at his grandson, "of all of the places for us to meet again who would have thought it would be here?"

"Eh" said Lightning, "considering my life that's actually pretty normal."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Logan.

"It's a long story" said Lightning.

"We have time" said Logan, "right now that's all we seem to have."

"Okay" said Lightning, "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours. I only know what Sirius and Remus told me about you and that's not much."

"Those two comedians are still around?" said Logan, "why am I not surprised? Go ahead. I'm listening." That seemed to be Lightning's cue to start talking so he did. There were things he didn't want to tell Logan, especially his treatment at the hands of the Dursleys, but something told him this was not a time to conceal any of the truth. Logan was family after all and had a right to know how his relatives acted.

Lightning told him all about his life from growing up abused by the Dursleys, to his adventures at Hogwarts, to finding out he was a mutant and becoming an X-Man. Lightning didn't hold back anything. Logan listened to him with a mostly blank face giving away nothing of his thoughts and feelings about what he was hearing.

When Lightning was finished he leaned back against the wall and took a few breaths.

"That's quite a life you've led" said Logan.

"Yeah, I guess it is" said Lightning.

"I'm not happy with how Petunia and that overgrown tub of lard of a husband of hers treated you" growled Logan, "and if I ever see her again I'll make sure she knows it. Family ain't supposed to treat each other like that. I'm glad you survived it."

"So am I" said Lightning, "I was very happy to leave for Hogwarts that first time and I was even happier when I knew I'd never have to go back to the Dursleys at all."

"I'll bet" said Logan, "I like this X-Men team you're part of now. It sounds like it's been good for you."

"It has" said Lightning, "it really has. When this is over maybe I can introduce you to them, or at least the ones you don't already know. From what he told me Mage will be happy to know you're alive."

"Sounds good to me" said Logan as he leaned forward, "I'd be glad to see Sirius again – I'll be sure to mock him properly for doing something mature like joining your team – and Remus too if he's there. Okay, it's my turn now."

Lightning looked at Logan in an expectant way.

"First of all" said Logan "you gotta understand that I'm a lot older than I look. How old would you guess I was if you didn't know I was your grandpa?"

"30s or 40s maybe" said Lightning, "at the oldest."

"I'm 102" said Logan.

"Really?" asked Lightning in amazement.

"Really" was the reply, "born in Canada in 1893. It's my mutation that's made me age so slowly and what was done to me by Weapon X didn't hurt either."

"I don't understand" said Lightning.

"It's like this..." said Logan as he dived into his tale. Lightning was fascinated to hear all about Logan's life, from growing up in Canada, to fighting in the two world wars, his two marriages, his children, and his alterations at the hands of Weapon X. There was no question that his grandfather had lived one hell of a life. It made his own life – eventful as his 15 years may have been – look almost tame by comparison and that was saying a lot.

Eventually Logan extended his claws again and allowed Lightning to examine them more closely.

"You thought they were funny when you were a baby" said Logan, "you kept trying to touch 'em but your mother didn't want you to as she was afraid you'd cut yourself. Back then they were bone claws, the metal came later after Weapon X got a hold of me."

"Does it hurt when you extend them?" asked Lightning.

"It stings a bit but it heals up almost at once" said Logan retracting them again and showing Lightning that the cuts in his knuckles had already healed, "for some reason the anti-mutant field doesn't affect it. It's about the only bit of my power that isn't affected."

"They're wicked" said Lightning.

"Thank you" said Logan, "your mother had 'em too." Lightning looked at Logan in surprise.

"She did?" he asked, "nobody told me that. Even her portrait didn't tell me."

"They probably didn't know" was the reply, "and as for the portrait, well your mother didn't like her claws. She probably didn't want to tell you about 'em. She was always afraid she'd hurt someone with 'em so she kept 'em sheathed almost all of the time. Outside of your grandma, your aunt, and me the only other person who knew was your dad. She told him when they got engaged and made him swear never to tell anyone else without her permission."

"So Sirius and Remus don't know?"

"As far as I know, no."

"Does Aunt Petunia have them?" asked Lightning, "she never showed them if she did."

"Petunia doesn't have 'em" said Logan, "she wouldn't anyway since she's adopted."

"WHAT?!" exclaimed Lightning taken completely by surprise.

"Pipe down kid" said Logan sternly.

"Sorry" said Lightning quieting down again, "I never knew she was adopted." His mind was whirling with this new bit of information. Dumbledore had said that the blood wards around the Dursley house protected Harry while he was there because of the shared blood between Petunia, his mother, and himself. But now it seemed that he and Petunia didn't share blood so the wards could never have worked and Harry shouldn't have been safe in that house. Yet Dumbledore also said that the wards had stopped no less than five attempts to get at Harry during his first year living at the Dursleys. How could that be if there was no shared blood between him and Petunia? It didn't make any sense. Still, it was Dumbledore who had set up the wards. It seemed logical that Dumbledore would have put up more protections than just blood wards on the house. Among other spells there might be intent wards, which was something that Harry had heard Hermione talk about when he was still a student at Hogwarts and which would have activated any defenses that worked against anyone who meant harm to the people inside the house. And maybe the magic spells around the house were also just too strong to be easily broken. Lightning realized he had no way to know without asking Dumbledore and maybe the headmaster wouldn't know either. It might just be one of those unsolvable mysteries that crop up now and then where magic is concerned.

All of these thoughts passed through Lightning's mind in an instant before he pulled himself back from his musings to listen to what his grandfather was saying now.

"That's actually what first caused problems between her and your mother" said Logan who had not noticed Lightning's momentary distraction, "You gotta understand that your grandma and me, we tried for about ten years to have a kid and we didn't. Eventually we thought we'd never have one so we decided to adopt instead. That was Petunia. We loved her very much and she was happy.0 That made us happy although she was afraid of my claws so I tried to keep 'em sheathed until she got over that.

"Anyway a few years after we adopted Petunia we had your mom. You can imagine how surprised we were when your grandma actually got pregnant. Petunia was old enough by then to know she was adopted and she was jealous that we were having a child of our own. Both your grandma and me, we went out of our ways to reassure her that it didn't matter to us that she wasn't our blood child. She was as much our daughter as the new kid would be and we loved her as much as we loved Lily when she was born. It helped for a while. Petunia was very taken with Lily when she first saw her and Lily looked up to Petunia quite a bit. For years they were very close.

"Your mom's claws manifested themselves very early in her life. I think she was eight. Fortunately I was there when it happened and I was able to help her gain control of 'em quickly. Unfortunately when Petunia saw Lily's claws and the attention I had to give her to help her with 'em her jealousy woke up again. That's another reason why your mom didn't like her claws, because Petunia gave her crap over 'em. It didn't help that Lily started manifesting accidental magic not long after that. She decided that – well I'm sure you know what she decided."

"That mum was a freak" said Lightning with some bitterness in his voice. Logan nodded.

"Yeah" he said "and no matter what your grandma and I said or did it made no difference, Eventually your aunt decided that I must be a freak too because I had the claws before Lily did even though I didn't have magic. Obviously it all must have come from me. She began to distance herself from me and by the time your grandma and I were attacked she was barely talking to us anymore.

"It's a shame though. Petunia had talent of her own. She took piano lessons when she was a girl before all of the trouble happened and she was good. If she'd applied herself she could've been great. She would have easily qualified to attend the Royal Academy of Music in London or Juilliard in New York. But after Lily went off to Hogwarts she became too jealous to appreciate her own talents and she just let it go as she got older. After she married Vernon she never played again. What a waste."

Lightning thought over what Logan said. It was a waste. It jibed with what Lightning had said to Juggernaut about his aunt. She could have tried to make something of herself but gave up and just let herself wallow in jealousy, bitterness, and hate.

"Does Aunt Petunia know you're alive?" Lightning finally asked.

"I don't know" said Logan, "but I doubt it. I woke up inside a coffin before the funeral for my wife and me and snuck out of the place before anyone saw me. I remember that I shut the coffin before leaving. Don't know if it was opened again before it was buried or if anyone noticed how much lighter it must have been. Chances are she didn't know – "

"Oh, she knew" interrupted Lightning who went on to tell Logan what Sirius had told him back at Potter Castle about Petunia having the empty coffin buried and trying to keep Lily from finding out.

"I see" said Logan, "if she went that far she probably wants me to be dead and is happy to believe that I am. I'm not sure I want to change that." Lightning nodded when he heard that before he thought of a new question.

"If mum got her claws from you" he asked, "how come I don't have them too?"

"How do you know you don't?" asked Logan. Lightning stared at him.

"I've never manifested anything like them" he said, "I'd think that by now – "

"Maybe, maybe not" said Logan, "Lily didn't have any other powers beside that, the fast healing, and her magic but you do. From what you told me it was your electricity and telekinesis that woke up when you first manifested your powers. Maybe your body decided you just didn't need your claws yet."

"Well it's been over two years and if I have them I apparently still don't need them" said Lightning.

"There's an easy way to find out" said Logan, "you just have to be x-rayed. From what you've told me your aunt and uncle never took you to a doctor."

"God no" said Lightning in disgust as he went in to an imitation of his aunt, "'freaks don't deserve medical treatment. Why should an honest doctor waste his time on you? If you're sick get better on your own or die.' They kept to that. I had to recover on my own. Fortunately my magic usually healed me quickly."

"Are you sure it was just your magic that did it?" asked Logan, "if you've got the claws then you should have a healing factor too. Combine that with your magic and who knows what that might cause. It's very possible. I heal fast but I remember that Lily healed even faster than I did. Always wondered if it was her magic helping her healing factor."

"I wish there was some way to find out" said Lightning. Logan gave him a thoughtful look.

"Maybe there is" he said, "you gotta understand that I can control when my claws come out and go back. Your mother could too. We did it consciously. Yeah, the first time was a surprise but after that we got 'em under control pretty quickly and it didn't happen again. If you ain't ever known you had 'em (and you have other powers to manifest in their places) you wouldn't think to bring 'em out. Why don't you try now?"

Lightning looked at Logan in surprise.

"You mean just concentrate and bring them out? Just like that?" asked Lightning.

"It might take a bit of effort but yeah, just like that" said Logan.

"Uh, okay" said Lightning beginning to raise up his right hand.

"Take off your gloves first" said Logan, "unless you want to poke holes in 'em." Lightning blinked and took off his gloves. If this worked he'd have to get the professor to remake them to take his claws into account – if he had them at all that is.

Lightning wasn't sure what to do. Eventually he decided to try to act as if any claws he might have were something he could get in touch with and feel, like his magic or his mutant powers. He worked both of them consciously meaning there was a mental connection to all of his powers. Perhaps that would be the case here too. He made two fists and held them up in front of himself. He closed his eyes and tried to feel anything in himself that he hadn't felt before. He focused on his arms and concentrated.

'Activate claws' he thought to himself. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked at Logan.

"I can't seem to feel anything" he said, "but I don't know what I'm trying to find."

"Let me check something" said Logan. He leaned forward and first took Lightning's right wrist and forearm in his hands and felt them as if probing to find anything unusual before doing the same to his left.

"I doubt you could find them like that" said Lightning watching this, "I've touched my arms often enough and never felt anything unusual."

"You wouldn't be able to find them that way unless you knew what to look for" said Logan, "they'd be integrated pretty well with the regular bones of your arms." He released Lightning's forearms before pointing to just below the elbow joints on both of them.

"The base is here" he said placing his hands there, "concentrate on these areas and try giving a mental push. If you have 'em they'll come out."

"Okay" said Lightning. He did his best to focus on the places Logan indicated. With his mind he focused as hard as he could on those areas of his arms and pushed –

SNIKT!

"Ah!" cried out Lightning as a set of three claws shot out of the base knuckles of both hands. It hurt, but the pain didn't last.

"Yep" said Logan sounding pleased, "you're definitely my grandson."

Lightning stared at his newly manifested claws in wonder and shock. They were smooth and looked quite sharp. They were made of bone rather than metal like Logan's were but Lightning remembered that the metal on Logan had been added later. He looked at the knuckles of his hands where they shot out from and saw blood there but the wounds had already stopped bleeding.

"Oh. My. God" said Lightning.

"Now put 'em back" said Logan. Lightning concentrated and with another 'Snikt' the claws slid back into his arms. The wounds on his knuckles healed up completely showing no trace that anything had happened.

"My life just keeps getting weirder and weirder" said Lightning.

"Do it again" said Logan, "it'll be easier this time. It'll keep getting easier until you almost don't have to think about it at all."

Lightning activated his new claws again. Logan was right. It was easier the second time and it didn't hurt as much.

"It looks like I have more things to learn" said Lightning as he looked at his claws again before retracting them back into his arms and putting his gloves back on.

"Perhaps so" said Logan, "once we're out of this place maybe I can help you there."

"Would you?" asked Lightning.

"You're my grandson" said Logan, "it's my duty."

"Thank you" said Lightning. He wanted to hug Logan but something about his grandfather made him think that such a gesture wouldn't be received well at this point so he confined himself to a simple thanks.

"You're welcome" said Logan. They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"So, grandfather" said Lightning finally, "what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"

"There must be a way out of here" said Lightning.

"If you can think of one I'd be happy to hear about it" said Logan, "especially since we can't use our powers in here. I can't even cut our way out because the walls and door of this cell are made of Adamantium so I can't use my claws."

"It sounds like this cell was made especially for you" said Lightning.

"It probably was" grunted Logan.

"I wonder why they put me in here too?" muttered Lightning.

"Who knows?" said Logan, "who cares? I'm glad they did though."

"So am I" agreed Lightning, "so am I."

For a little while they sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Lightning had no idea how much time had passed but suddenly the light in the cell dimmed and went out.

"What's going on?" Lightning called into the darkened room.

"It must be time to sleep" said Logan.

"Just like that?"

"No, it's pretty regular" said Logan, "I've been here long enough to work out the pattern."

"Aren't they going to feed us first?"

"There'll be something here for us in the morning" said Logan, "that's how it works. Might as well get some shuteye now."

"Here on the floor?" asked Lightning.

"They didn't have time to bring in the king size beds" said Logan sarcastically, "but you get used to it. See you in the morning." Just like that Logan fell silent and pretty soon Lightning heard his breathing flatten out into a regular pattern. He was amazed that Logan could fall asleep so quickly on a hard surface like the floor of this cell and wondered how long the man had been in here to be able to sleep easily in such conditions. Not wanting to wake him up to ask him Lightning lay down on the floor himself and tried to fall asleep but the hard floor made it almost impossible to find any kind of comfortable position. In desperation he said the words for a cushioning charm and made the motions with a finger as he cast the spell. He was happy when he felt the charm take effect and he lay down on a much more comfortable surface. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. He wouldn't realize the significance of what he had just done until the next day. For now things caught up with him and he was out for the night.

The last thing that went through his mind as he fell asleep was Luna's prophecy. It was coming true. Hopefully all of it would come true exactly as she predicted. He didn't think it would take much longer.

(To Be Continued)

A/N - The fact that Harry was able to use magic in the cell will be addressed next time and is not a mistake. Neither is Logan being able to use his claws while under a mutant power neutralizer. This sort of thing has happened before in X-Men canon. Check out Uncanny X-Men #150 for an example of this.

That's all for now. The next chapter isn't finished yet and will come when it is, however long or short that may be. Meanwhile please take a moment to leave me some feedback on this chapter. It's been a long time coming and I hope it lived up to expectations. Constructive comments are always welcome but no flames or trolls please. Stay safe and well everyone.