Dangerous Men

Due to the fact that I have never written a cross over like this before, I'm a little hesitant. Tell me what you think, please. I would like to get better at this.

X-MEN/Harry Potter/Chronicles of Riddick--crossovers
Logan (Wolverine)/Harry (19-21)/Riddick

::CHAPTER ONE::

"Logan! I have had it up to here! You are going on a vacation, permanent or otherwise, or I am going to zap you where you stand!" Storm, Ororo to those she trusted, stood from behind the desk once occupied by Professor Xavier. With a shaking finger, she pointed at the door and opened it with a sudden gust of wind. "March out of this office right now and get going! Bobby will drop you off somewhere. If you come back before a month has passed, I--You will be in so much trouble...!"

When Storm yelled in frustration Logan knew he had finally stepped over that invisible line that his friend and colleague had. Okay, so yeah, he had been a total jackass for the last six and a half months since the Professor X and Jean had died. And he was trying to make everyone feel like the shit he felt he was. Yeah, he needed to disappear for a while. Cyclops wouldn't mind if he took his bike...he was no longer alive to protest. A sharp lump appeared in his stomach making its slow lumbering way to his throat. "I'll just be going then, Storm. See ya around," he waved a two finger salute as he stalked from the room showing none of his discomfort. He felt more than saw Storm smile softly at him before he cleared the door.

That concentrated lump in his stomach jumped and he shoved it ruthlessly back down. The call on the IS echoed in the empty halls while the classes kept up with their everyday thing. Bobby, huh? He was the one that was going to take him, Logan—better yet, Wolverine—to where he was going to spend the next month or so away from his....Home? That was just great. The kid didn't understand that invisible line like most people. He always stepped over it with a resounding "THUD!" without thinking. DAMN IT.

Stuffing the old, scuffed duffle to full capacity, Logan made it to the hanger before Bobby and sat in the driver's seat, waiting none too patiently. His fuse was quite short, his patience of recent review much gone. As in, non-existent. "BOBBY! Get your ASS in this PLANE, NOW!"

Bobby loped up the ramp with metallic steps and grinned sheepishly at his mentor. "Sorry, Prof A was being a bit brutal in detail....And I have to take something for a guy named Harry. It’s from Professor Xavier, from Headmaster Dumbledore, from some other unknown party. Guess what that entails?"

Logan suppressed a smile. He couldn't let the kid know he was welcome, it would go to his head. "What exactly does this entail?"

"I have to find this guy who has been missing for the past four years within my visit time and give him this," he held out his hand to the taller man. In it was a small package that was plain and simple but apparently important. Logan picked it up with a protest from Bobby who shut up when he glared at him. "You can keep it until you find him, then," he pouted.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek to stifle his laughter. Bobby looked like he was two or three instead of his nineteen years. Rogue was working on him, but it was slow going. "Strap in, kid. We're leaving."

Bobby squawked in indignation when the ship jerked into motion making his companion laugh. With a glare, he sat back and crossed his arms feigning a pout. An hour later they were above England, the mist thick and encompassing the dips of the land. Logan gained clearance with the tower to land on the runway within minutes before the screaming of the tires said that they were actually on the ground. Damn that fog being so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"I hate fog," Bobby whined. Logan looked at him. With a shrug, he just started off after Logan jogging to catch up to the long strides. "Fine, so I'm being a pain. I can take a hint....What's that look for? I'm not that bad."

"Whatever, Bobby. I want to find a bar and get falling down drunk," he grinned like the cat that ate the canary. It was evil and malicious while being perfectly innocent. It was creepy and made Bobby shiver in fear for any poor smuck that pissed with Wolverine. Taking this as his cue, he held out his hand for the item and waited.

"The item, Logan. I gotta find that kid."

"Don't worry about it, Iceman, I'll find 'em."

"But, Logan....Come on, Wolverine, you're out to get pissed and I have to finish this quickly. Just give me the damn package."

"I'll take care of it. See ya, Bobby. Oh, I need a pic, thanks," he held the slip of paper between his fingers, the gloss shining with perspiration. It was the picture he was to use to find the missing kid. Damn, how had Logan gotten it? Just throwing his arms in the air, Bobby left Logan with a huffy wave.

Thirty minutes later Logan was well on his way to getting tipsy, which would be most definitely possible for most men at that point. He had drunk almost two bottles of whiskey, the best and most cured of the bar and he still was coherent. He sighed. All Logan wanted was to get a great buzz and maybe forget but his body was refusing to let its healing energy slow down. In fact, his ability had doubled in strength since the last battle. What caught his attention was the young man with the fresh scent of blood and sweat and pain sitting in the cornered angle of the bar.

Strolling over and taking a stool, he lifted the bottle the man was consuming and his eyebrows went up. This shit was expensive and strong with enough kick to make ordinary mortal men keel over from the first shot. "You might want to slow down, kid. You'll not make it too far if you get pissed right now," he murmured to the black hair.

With a slow turn, the man lifted a glass and sipped before letting his bright green eyes look over at the other dark-haired man. "Fuck off."

"What's eaten you, kid?"

"I said bugger off, you ass. I'm trying to get soused to the point of oblivion. You are getting in my way," he grumbled rudely, his voice a growl.

Logan shrugged at him. "I know what it feels like to have everything disappear. Why don't you talk to me about it and we'll see who drinks who under the table?" Okay, so he was acting--dare he say it--nice. He shuddered in his mind. He was getting soft.

The man slowly smiled, not a happy smile but a sad lonely smile all too familiar. "First one under pays tab, Deal?"

"Deal."

Taking a glass from behind the counter, the man handed it over. "Try some, its not half bad once the burning stops. Names Harry, by the way. Harry Potter. And you are....?"

"Logan. Nice to meet you, Harry. Now, spill it, buddy," he grinned and the young man smiled back slightly.

"Have you ever been in a war where everyone you care for know about it, see it, experience it, and yet the only ones who you do it for never even notice that it’s happening just behind them? They ignore the signs, passing them off as some phantom miracle or disaster when all the while you're hoping the ones you care for will hide from it on purpose. It pisses me off that the human race would be so bloody blind but never forgives you if you mess up, only letting you live in peace if you disappear. What gives them that fucking right to criticize when they are too bloody stupid and afraid to do it in the first place? It makes me go mad thinking about the consequences of my decisions when no one wanted to help me."

Logan looked at the man and saw the shadows, the ones that filled his own eyes, haunting him with what if's and could have been's like a true ghost. "To be so different, it is not fair, but then again, life isn't fair. It's mean and cruel and makes you want to maim and punish those who try and say they know when they really can't understand or know. I've been living that for more years than I can remember."

Harry looked at Logan. "You really understand, don't you? You're not truly human, not the same way muggles are, but more like me. You have something about you that is a presence that makes others sit up and notice, whether they want to or not. You are not a magic user, though. Your aura is too off for that. What are you? A mythical creature? A being of legend, a god? Bus wait....I have no right to ask, not yet. I haven't got your trust and that is essential to you. I see it."

Logan felt uncomfortable. WHAT THE HELL HAD HE GOTTEN INTO? "Muggles?"

"Non-magic folk. The human race has wizards, witches, and other humanoid beings that do not truly belong to the outside world. The ones who are ordinary and without powers are muggles, those who cannot perform magic. I...." he beckoned Logan forward and pulled out a stick, "am a wizard. One of the most powerful. Watch."

With a flick of the wrist, the woman sitting three seats down, homely but kind, was suddenly beyond desirable. Her hair shone with health and her eyes brightened to jewel-like beauty. Her ill fitting clothes were replaced with a stunning dress and heels, her old jacket new and leathery in feel. In her pockets bulged a pouch. When she looked at Harry, he smiled and lifted a finger to his mouth. Those jewel eyes sparkled too brightly as tears pooled there. A piece of parchment appeared in front of her and her eyes widened before a smile lit up her face making her shine. With a quick wave she picked it up was gone out the door.

Logan looked at his companion. "And no one noticed why?" It was the only thing that actually got past his brain and to his mouth.

"Because I didn't want everyone to see, they didn't. And to answer all the other questions, no one can take anything from or give to her without it already being there. What you saw was a true heart becoming the true beauty. I found that spell while looking for a way to kill Voldemort. Handy when those types are hurt or without help. She's a good girl anyway. Hopefully, she'll find a good job soon," Harry shrugged. It was normal for him, an everyday thing. Looking back at Logan, he just grinned.

Grinning himself, Logan let his foot long dagger-like claws emerge from his fist. "I heal unbelievably fast. With all this metal in me, that's a good thing." And just when did I become so damn mouthy? I' m turning into a fucking fountain of information. Why the HELL do I feel so COMFORTABLE with this total stranger?! "Have you..." he motioned at the wand, "cast a spell or something?"

"Not on you, no. If you're wondering why you are so chatty, I couldn't tell you. I've know people less than a month and they tell me their whole life's story sooner rather than later. If you can tell me why, I'll be in your dept," he half joked. With a turn of his wrist, the bottle was pouring another round for them in their secluded corner. Logan's eyebrow went up be he said nothing and just went with it. Taking out the picture from his pocket, he studied the young male under the gloss of professional protection enamel. And did a double take.

"Hey, kid...Harry, is it me, or are you the one I'm looking for?" he handed over the photo. Harry's eyes widened in fear then narrowed in anger.

"Che, someone else after me..."

"I just have to give ya this here package. Here," he held out the small parcel. "Professor X got this from a Headmaster Dumbledore some years ago who got this from someone else to give to you."

Trembling fingers took the twine from the unmarked box and lifted it carefully. Hiding his wand under the bar, he ran a series of tests before holding it in his palm. "Okay, it’s not a portkey or poisoned. I won't die from touching the wrapper or the object, but I might set something hidden off if I rush this. Slow and steady, Harry, slow and steady."

He opened it with precision. The tiny box sat before him and he stared at it like it would bite him. Reaching forward, he opened it to see a set of rings with an insignia etched into bright stones of green and blue. They were perfect sitting there. "I-I think these were my parents wedding rings," he whispered. A finger touched the cool metal lightly. Taking one, he set it on his finger and it adjusted to fit him snugly.

Not just two rings, though, four were in the box. Tears pulled in his eyes and he wavered. "I was supposed to have another sibling, see here," he pointed at another smaller ring that was nearly identical to his own. The other two, slightly more elaborate and thicker, were identical and tied together with a silk thread.

A bushy-haired woman walked in, her eyes bright and intelligent. Logan noticed her because she screamed "I am dangerous" even if she looked simple and clean cut. Her gaze met his and she seemed to challenge him. Stalking like a cat, she made her way across the floor with a sensual glide and stopped just behind Harry.

"'Lo, Mione. Come and sit with us. Logan, meet my best friend and sister, Mione. Hermione, meet Logan, a great guy who's not exactly a muggle, but isn't quite a wizard." The boy smiled kindly making his face glow with breathless happiness at the woman who returned his expression. They were close, these two.

"Harry, I was worried. I'm glad you found something--more like a someone--to make you so happy. What have you there?" Her voice was thick and kindly, soothing even as it demanded. Brown eyes twinkling, she took the box in her hand with a delicate air.

Harry pointed out the tied rings. "My mum and dad's wedding rings, Mione. And--and maybe a ring left for a sibling...." his smile faded for a second until Hermione kissed his forehead in a sisterly move.

"My good friend Harry, what am I supposed to do with you? You have no need for a pity party, you have family right here with you, you silly goose!" Hands on her hips, she smiled at him and tilted her head at the box resting once again on the bar. "You don't need blood to be a family, sweets. I hope you see me as a sister and not just another fan."

Harry looked terrified. "I love you like a sister, Mione. Please don't do anything."

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"That...That look, it terrifies me. It means you're plotting. Are you sure you shouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin?"

Logan watched the by play. That boy, he had an anchor of sorts. This woman was strong and helping him the best she could even as she hurt. And because she helped him, she passed the pain and let herself heal. She was so very strong.

"Of course not or where would you have been? Lost without me, is what." She turned to Logan, "You agree do you not, that Harry would have been lost without my guidance? Well, don't you?"

Logan held up his hands in the universal "I have no part in this" as he tried to inch away. "I can't answer that."

Harry grinned at him. "I went through this for seven years. How did I ever survive?" He chuckled richly.

Logan smiled at him. "Don't ask me, I still have my problems with the opposite gender."

"Enough banter. Harry, what are you going to do for your vacation?" Hermione looked serious and down to business and Logan smelled Harry's unease and near fear. Oh, this could not be good.

"Yeah, well first, this," a ring was slipped quickly onto the hand nearest him, the right ring finger, and it sized itself. "Now, I was thinking about just doing nothing but I might just try to come up with something."

Hermione gaped at him before composing herself. "That was unexpected..." The ring was held up and examined. "Thank you, Harry, but this will not make me forget.

"Now, I want you to go somewhere very different. Maybe go with Logan to wherever he came from and spend some time around someone that doesn't know you too well yet."

Logan raised a brow. "You just met me and trust me with your friend just like that?"

"No," Hermione glared at him, "I don't. But, he trusts you, and that is enough for me." She leaned in and whispered so low that only his enhanced hearing allowed him to hear her words, "Try not to break his heart or I'll break you into little pieces."

Kissing Harry in his hair, she whispered to him and he blushed. With a knowing smile that only women could pull off just right, she hugged him and left leaving Logan feeling puzzled. "Your sister figure is almost terrifying, did you know that?"

"Course I do. But you don't really fear her. You are just too much an actor to make yourself a target. Sounds a bit like me, you know?" Taking his glass, he downed what was left. He offered to refill Logan's glass and they continued drinking until even Logan was beyond repair. That's when the interesting stuff happened. Harry, in a bit of a muddle, grinned evilly at Logan. "I wa-wanna d-d-do a sp-spell. Wanna-a come f-f-f-for a trip?"

Logan looked at the blurry man and smiled loosely. "Why not?"

"'K-kay...." waving his wand, Harry felt himself flicker out with Logan beside him.

^-^

You keep what you kill, that was their way. I wanted out of this shit position, only thing is, I wasn't gonna die for that to happen. Time to find out how I could escape.

"Master Riddick, we have some astonishing news," oh fuck, it was that peppy little worm. I hate to use such words like peppy, but that was all there was to describe the constantly smiling man at my feet. He might die soon...I sure as hell hoped so.

"Go ahead."

"Master, there was a phenomenon at sect 1. It seems two men just appeared out of no where without any weapons or even the proper clothing for space travel. What are we to do?" Interesting how the most secured place in the galaxy can be overturned when something unexpected happens. I expect shit to happen, but apparently I'm the only one so far. I'll just have two presents delivered today just to give me something to do. Who knows, maybe I'll like these bastards for being so ballsy.

"Bring them forward."

"As you wish master." Damn, if I didn't know better, I'd say the little worm wanted a pat on the head. Now we can't have that. I touch no one unless it’s to kill. Then again, that's how I got in this position.

"Move!"

The shouting coming from the entry way as the two men were "escorted" in was enough to arouse my curiosity. When the first black-haired man stepped in, I thought him too young to be a man quite yet. He was docile and calm, almost too much so. He didn't even flinch from the blades pointed at him. Most interesting. He stood at a little over five feet, maybe five feet six inches if I stretched it. His hair was a tangle mop that needed to be combed, one reason I don't have hair. What I wasn't expecting were the green eyes. I see things in shades of purple inferred, not your normal color scheme. The doc must have made a glitch somewhere, but I'm not sure yet. I'll have to study up on this to make sure.

The second man, he was feral in the way a beast is....Hm, another like me. He wouldn't take orders from anyone unless he wanted to, and right then he wasn't going to play nice to the bastards showing him in. He had black hair too, just as wild as the first man's hair. I bet you're wondering how I can tell. I've learned to tell the difference between colors just by the shade of bright purple they give off. Not that hard.

The second man stood closer to my six feet plus height. I'm not sure how tall I am, but that's as close as it needs to be. Built for strength, he was giving the guards a run for their money. The fact that he had broke more than one hand and arm on those ten some-odd guards was great indication he was ready to kill someone. When the kid spoke, though, he calmed down a bit. Even more interesting.

Shrugging off the arms on his shoulders, he stalked up beside the kid and glared. Ice blue eyes made his face seem frozen. Another glitch in my system. This would not do.

"Why did you break into sect 1?" I don't like games.

"To the point, aren't you?" the kid asked with a small grin. He was kinda odd, that one. It was like he knew something I didn't and he wouldn't tell. I like secrets; they mean that something interesting is happening. Or is about to.

The taller man elbowed him lightly. The kid looked at him and said, "You said "okay", but I didn't say where we would end up while I was too drunk to even walk much less being doing that. It's your own fault for actually listening to a man too soused to remember his name."

The other man glared but didn't refute the claim. Well, it seems that even drunk the kid was a genius of sorts if not too bright. And the other man, he must be the muscle. He had plenty enough, but how did he get caught up with this kid?

"Answer the question."

The kid looked back at him and tilted his head. "What is sect 1 and where are we?"

I couldn't believe it! "What do mean 'where are we?' You should know for breaking into one of the most secure bases in the galaxy."

"Oh, bloody fucking hell, not that. Ergh...." The kid seemed pissed. At himself? "Again I get into places once thought impenetrable. People should cue up and ask for the magic words so that they can steal the fucking jewels of England while I'm at it! Bloody hell!"

That was not a reaction I was expecting. So this was not the first time? That's a different way to confess that you've done this before without even knowing how. "Magic words?"

The kid sighed. "Yeah, why not? I mean, come on, this is getting old. I get my arse hauled around the damn world getting into places even the owners know nothing of and then find my way out, so why not use magic? This is getting on my nerves."

Mine too, but for a different reason. Magic didn't exist in my world. It caused stupid things to happen. It was also one of the reasons I had a glowing hand print on my chest and the fucking throne of a dead psycho bastard with ego issues. Just fucking wonderful. "Sect 1 is the first planet the former ruler destroyed then started putting back together. I'm hoping that I can re-settle it soon." Fuck, that shit that spewed from my mouth shouldn't have been said. I don't give answers or reasons for anything. I just do it and get what I want or survive for a while longer.

The other man spoke up. "Got you talking, too, huh? Don't take it personally, but I would try for a less open setting with fewer ears present. Especially that woman just above you to the right, second pillar."

I am not sure I like that. My iron will has been bent and I will not let a kid do it too me. "Fine, a private room. And lady? Don't eves drop, it could get you killed."

Ah, it was the second's bitch. She tried many things to get into my pants and I refused to let such a willing whore near me. She's not my type.

When the guards made to follow me and the two men, I knew I had to make them go. They only agitated me and pissed off the big guy. The kid still seemed pissed that he'd done something nearly impossible without even knowing it. Then again, so would I. I don't like walking around blind, it makes me jumpy. People start dieing when I'm jumpy.

"Shove the fuck off. I can handle these two."

When the entire guard practically runs from you, it’s apparent you've made some kind of impression on them. I guess killing a half-dead mother fucker will do that to them. It wasn't that hard, you just had to time his soul. That's right, his soul, not his body. That disappeared too quickly to kill unless you corner the soul before the body catches up. Then a dagger through the head finishes it, nothing fancy.

"Will someone tell me what's going on?"

The kid stepped forward and gave me full on eye contact. It’s been years since anyone has done that. "I'm Harry, a wizard and all around idiot." His glare wasn't directed at me, which was good. I might have had to remove one of those pretty eyes. "I did a spell that was supposed to take me to another country, not another...world. Bloody hell, I didn't even know that it was possible to jump from planet to planet."

The big guy just shrugged. "Logan. I was with the kid."

"Damn it, Logan, call me Harry. I hate boy, kid, son or any other stupid word that interferes with people getting around to actually saying my name. And don't you dare start that hyphenated, Boy-Who-Lived shit that I've had to put with. I refuse to let that slide."

So the kid, Harry, was touchy about his name. Have to remember that. "What do you do?"

Logan shrugged his shoulders. "I work for a crime fighting agency, more or less."

The kid smiled. "Yeah, right. I guess you could say I play Hero and save the world every once in a while when they human race will tolerate me. Nothing special, promise."

Both help people. I take people's lives without batting an eyelash and here I am surrounded by do-gooders. What a load of shit. "I rule this piece of shit religion and what ever planet they've taken. If you kill it, it's yours. This counts for people, positions, possessions and anything else you want. Just don't get cocky. You'll die."

Harry, not cute but he's something....He just keeps coming up on my radar of potentially dangerous people. I'm not sure if he'll be my enemy or ally, not that I need either. When he tilts his head just so, he reminds me of a dog, curious enough to get himself killed but smart enough to get out of trouble before it comes to that. And Logan, we'll see about him. Someone so dominantly feral will clash with me sooner or later, its inevitable.

"Can I ask a few more questions?" Harry, back to being nosy, ain't ya, kid.

But why not? "Go ahead, but I won't answer some things."

Apparently that was good enough for the kid even if Logan looked pissed. Hm, our clash might be a lot sooner than I had anticipated. "First, where are we, specifically?"

"My ship, the leading vessel of these idiot 'Mongers."

“What is your name?”

“I go by Riddick.”

"What time have we landed in? I wasn't going to ask, but something is off."

"A. T. 715. They stopped the original system because of the ever increasing number. I think it was at 3507 when the scientists changed it."

When you hear a sound like that, you just know something is wrong. A wounded animal makes that noise when it’s afraid for its life. "O-okay, um, does Earth still...live?"

Oh, that's all? "Yeah, it was the last on the old man's list for destruction. Save one of the home planets for last, make a bigger impact."

A sigh of relief. Don't tell me this kid is an old Earth born. That just makes this off. "Um, no offense, but are you actually human?"

Damn. He's good. "And why would I answer that?"

He shrugged. "Because I asked. You’re too wild to be truly human, just like Logan or I. And no," he was good at interpreting my face, "I can't tell you anything about Logan. Last question: Can we clean up and go to sleep? We've been going since before twelve yesterday, I have since six AM. I need to crash."

I understand that, I do, but where to house these not so “human” beings? The rooms I occupy now have a room for a mistress, the only door through the bedroom. That could work.

Leading them through this place, though, it’s a pain to navigate. I have trouble getting around for two days straight, I just know they’ll be blundering around and messing with my schedule if I don’t assign them a guide. Let them get lost, I want out of this fucking place.

^-^

The door closed and only Logan noticed that their shadow had followed them in. That man was too much like him to not be cautious. He forgot the silver eyes temporarily when the kid, Harry spoke up his voice husky and thick sounding. Something was wrong.

Harry sighed and looked at Logan. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the FIRST time this has happened but it was never on this grand a scale. I’ll get us home soon, or Hermione will.”

Logan looked at the kid. “Hermione get us home? From here, a place she doesn’t even know exists?”

Harry seemed to cringe from the harsh voice and Logan felt like an ass. The kid had done something stupid, yeah, but not on purpose or with malicious intent. He deserved a little kindness. “Sorry, kid, it’s just that I’ve never had this kind of problem before.” Logan grinned.

Harry peeked from under dark bangs and his emerald eyes glistened. Oh, hell, the kid was sensitive. “Its okay, Logan, I’m just too damn stupid to do any damn thing RIGHT.”

Harry was really letting himself have it mentally and emotionally. He barely registered Logan coming up beside him and lifting his face. Silent tears trailed silver-like down his cheeks and dropped into perfect orbs of glistening crystal. Logan had seen some weird shit, but this took the cake. Maybe the kid was a suppressed mutant? He would check into it later.

“Kid, Harry, what’s wrong in here?” Logan tapped a finger to the black hair. If he was going for that team, Logan might have just kissed Harry with that look. Not many people could really get that kicked puppy look without making them seem fake and insincere to him.

“I’m a bloody freak…” he whispered as he tried to hide his eyes and scar. He was nearly successful. “My uncle used to beat me to try and rid him of my freakishness. I didn’t even know what I was doing wrong and still he beat me because I was unable to stop it. You don’t stop magic, it’s too sentient to let you go without a fight to the death. I was—and still am a freak of nature. I might not be the only wizard, but how many people have the power flex not only to transport you into space to another planet probably in another galaxy, but in another time and probably dimension do you know? I can’t fucking control it, and damnit, it cost me my best and first friend. He was my only friend after so fucking long of being alone. He was all I had until we saved Hermione from a troll,” he smiled in remembrance, “and even then it took months to trust another person with a piece of my emotions, a shard of this thing people call a heart.” He grasped his chest as if in true pain and those eyes GLOWED. The sad smile playing at his lips made him seem much too old to hold the burden that bowed his back. “The reason I’m so skinny, short, and emaciated looking is because my aunt would refuse to feed me while her son grew to the size of a small whale, and no, that is not an exaggeration. The nurses said that by twelve he was the weight equivalent of a new born whale.”

Harry pulled away and paced to the bed and back, his arms behind him almost military style. The stiffness in him suggested extensive training that SEAL operatives had. The reason Logan knew was because he’d been one at one point. Harry resumed his story on a happier note. “My first animal friend, though I’m tempted to say Hedwig, was a Brazilian python at a local zoo. I had accidentally removed his viewing glass when we talked. He was an interesting snake even if we only met for a few minutes in time. My next animal companion was Hedwig, and yes this has a part of my growing up in there somewhere, just let me get there. She is my familiar of a sort, though not binding. Then there is Fawkes, a light phoenix that helped me kill a rogue basilisk in my second year. In my third year a hippogriff by the name of Buckbeak let me ride him and later when I saved him from the so-called executioner, he allowed my Godfather Sirius to ride away to safety. It was interesting going back in time and seeing yourself.

“In fourth year I was forcibly put in a tournament that was well beyond my abilities at that time to compete in. My first task was to get a gold egg from an enraged mother dragon…I had thought the officials had gone fanatically mad! To you know how big a Norwegian Ridge-back is?! It could stand in this room and still touch the ceiling and a bit more. The second task I had to save my best friend from the bottom of the lake and its merpeople…after I found out what the hell the clue was from the screeching egg. I hate that fucking lake bottom more than anything non sentient in existence. The third task was to get myself through a maze with a female sphinx, atcromantulas, and a hybrid called blasted-ended skrewts. Evil, vile and venomous things without any intelligence what-so-ever! One blighter was over fifteen feet and had a sting similar to a scorpion. Bleh!

“I’ve always had an affinity for animals, even magical ones. Atcromantulas are one of the exceptions, though they’re not really animals, giant spiders actually. The biggest one I saw was about nine meters long in the leg, so quite large. Anyway, creatures are drawn to me. Thestrals, horse-like creatures that seem to be covered in dragon scales stretched over skeletons, are another branch of dangerous animals, the ones you only see after someone has died in front of you. I saw them by the end of my fourth year. I was fourteen and wishing I was anybody else then. One of my fellow classmates was killed because he wasn’t supposed to follow me.

“’Kill the spare’ how I hate those words. Cedric wasn’t a spare, just near me. People don’t get near without getting burned, and in a big way. My parents died protecting me before I could even remember them. My Godfather was thrown into a veil by a bitch trying to save my sorry arse. My headmaster died letting me hide from Death Eaters because I wasn’t strong enough. My friend took a spell when I was too tired to continue the fight after ashing Voldemort. Three of my friends are in Saint Mungo’s because they had to fight in a war meant for me to win or lose. Fuck, I hate being the fucking savior of not one, but two worlds. The Wizarding World and Muggle World, both casting me out for a darkness that I won’t ever become. I am the scape goat and all around whipping boy. I’ve gotten used to it. The only things that tolerated me after that were my few true friends and the so-called dangerous beasts of the Forbidden Forest. Let me tell you, it’s aptly named. No one goes in there without a long knife and a wand. It keeps you alive longer.”

Plopping down on the bed, he shrugged. “I’ve been headlines since I was one and have hated every minute of it. Asking for a family is not a bad thing, but it took away some of the best people I’ve ever known to exist. I gave up after I turned fifteen. At that point it hurt too much to continue to love people who would die for being near me.” He said every bit as if it was a statement of fact and not a part of him. Logan knew the feeling well.

Harry was back under control even if his emotions were near the surface. He swallowed them down and smiled brightly, an empty smile. “Harry, quit with the look. I’m going blind from the intensity.”

Harry laughed at him, a true laugh and two somethings set up and begged for a moment. That sound was thick and unused, but still pure and sexy. Logan tapped down on that something hard. “Glad to see ya smiling, Harry. You should do it more often, makes ya look like a girl.”

“HEY! Logan, oh, I’m so gonna get you. Get over here,” Harry jumped up and chased the smirking man across the room before pulling one of his trump cards. With a quiet purr, he was stalking his friend in feline form. The black cat pounced and Logan just stared.

He had been this close—this close!—to impaling the kid with his claws. He thought he did remarkably well with his calm demeanor with a few hundred pounds of jungle cat sitting on him. The twitching tail and twinkling eyes said that Harry was still in there and the huffing of the cat said that he was laughing and laughing hard. “Damn, kid, don’t do that!”

The “soft” bat to his head with a paw the size of a dinner plate and the tale-tell flicker of the tail said annoyance. Logan laughed. “What the hell are you, anyway? I know a few shifters, but this is half crazy. They still smelt like the kids they were, not a feral animal. How’d ya do it?”

When Harry sat back on his haunches, he started to “channel” Hermione. “I am an animagus meaning I can take on the attributes and shape of whatever animal I have inside me. It is not an actual ability but a spell that is integrated with the witch or wizards DNA that allows the transformation. Usually, most people are not able to transform into animagi due to the fact that feral side of a human isn’t that much in evidence anymore. I of course broke that law of physics by becoming one of the most feral non-magical creatures to still roam earth at the time.

“When the DNA is introduced to the original caster, that being the witch or wizard who wishes to transform, it breaks apart the DNA sequence and inserts itself so that the DNA and RNA start to produce the appropriate sequence in order for an animagus to become the animal without a said spell or use of magic from that point on. In a sense, we become animals in human skin that we can shed temporarily before needing to revert back to our birth forms. It is the same principal for were animals but without the benefit of a spell. The transformations are more lethal than helpful making most that are infected go mad or die from shock and pain. What is interesting to know is that muggles too can achieve the animal transformations giving credence to the old stories of half transformed beings from ancient Earth times. Although most muggles do not hold the appropriate amount of magic if any at all to change, a wizard with the power could allow them to channel the power to use momentarily for the first change. By then the DNA will have fused to the existing chain and any magic afterward would not be needed. Moreover, the ability to change even makes said muggles magic in a sense and if they breed within a species, it becomes a trait that can be passed down even if it is recessive for the first three generations.

“I was hoping for a wolf so I could really be a pack member for Moony, but I’m not ‘tame’ enough for that, apparently. K-9’s are too docile for me,” he grumped. Even in cat form you could see Harry pout. “Damnit, I wanted to be a wolf!” Whining, Harry slid until his head hit the floor and covered his face with those large paws. When he heard Logan laughing, he growled and peeked through his toes.

Logan laughed harder. It was almost too much to see a cat explaining in Harry’s voice the mechanics of animagi and shifting, but to hear a full grown panther whine like a little kid, that was priceless. When Logan finally sat up to wipe his face clean of mirthful tears, Harry was studiously ignoring him with his back turned and nose in the air. And then he sniffed.

Logan noticed the eyes narrowing and the ears lying back on his head. If he hadn’t known better, Logan would have killed a cat that size with that look on his face: pure rage. A fine line was being drawn between cat and boy and Harry seemed ready to step over to the other side.

“Who’s here?” he hissed and Logan moved slowly from the floor and moved towards the bed. When he had settled on the far side, the dark man allowed Harry to have it out with Riddick.

The silver eyes were the first thing both noticed and both felt the urge to growl. Logan fought it off but Harry didn’t even try. He stalked forward within jumping distance and demanded in more of a snarl that words what the hell he was doing there.

“I wanted to find out a little more about my captives. I’m glad I stayed,” he rumbled.

Did no one talk in more normal tones around here or what? Harry still stood on the defensive but applauded the man on being undetected to him for so long. Logan must have known or he would have bulldozed him already. Stomping on the urge to pounce, kill, maim of his panther, he sat up just enough to have a brief and terse questioning session.

“What do you want?”

The man gazed into the defiant eyes of blazing green. “To figure you out, little boy. I want to understand your powers.”

Harry was far from mollified. “Next time ask. And NEVER call me little boy. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was fifteen and that was six years ago. I’ve never been ‘boy’.”

Riddick nodded. “Fine, Harry. Now about your explanation—”

A near silent “pop” heralded a bright red envelope. When Harry looked down right terrified, both Logan and Riddick stifled laughter when the panther pounced on the letter as if to hide it. When a mini explosion erupted from under the kid, he jumped up with a yowl and tried to stop the pain from the small burn on his stomach.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW? IF YOU DO NOT GET HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT I WILL BE SURE TO INFORM MOLLY AND DRACO ABOUT YOUR INDULGENCE! I REFUSE TO TAKE YOUR SIDE IN THIS BECAUSE YOU KNEW BETTER! AND NOT ONLY DID YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF, YOU DRAGGED LOGAN TO ANOTHER DIMENSION WITH YOU! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR, HARRY, OR I’M COMING AFTER YOU WITH REINFORCEMENTS!”

When the echoing of the voice stopped, Harry rolled to his side as if he had been defeated and yowled in misery.

Riddick was the first to really recover enough to ask, “What just happened?”

Harry sighed and let his current form go. He finally lay on his back and stared at the ceiling through his lenses. “Hermione, my best friend and should be sister is what. Oh, Merlin, if I don’t figure out what happened soon, Mrs. Weasley and Draco will be pounding on my head!”

Logan started to laugh. “That woman from the bar sent you that?” When Harry nodded he cackled a bit more. “I didn’t know she had it in her.”

“Oh, she does, believe me, and I was always more afraid of her than Voldemort. She made him seem sweet when you set her off. And let me tell you, Mione knows more magic curses, spells and jinxes than most people. She’s a walking encyclopedia and could probably pull a new spell out of thin air if she really tried.”

Logan doubled over laughing. “Oh, shut up,” Harry mumbled before letting his mind find a trance state to TRY and recover those lost memories.

^-^

It was forty-three minutes later when he came up with the memory and a probable solution. “I need a portkey and the equivalent of my previous spell put into said portkey for this to actually work,” he mumbled as he walked around the room. Picking up a solid gold bracelet from a stack of jewelry, he set to work weaving the spells into the pure metal. With only seven minutes to spare he looked at Logan then Riddick.

“All who’s going to 2007 please step forward a grab the bracelet. We will be departing in five seconds,” he said in a conductor’s voice working a train station. “Five, four, three,” Logan grabbed on and waited, “Two, On—Whoa!” Riddick had grabbed on too just as Harry said the last number and all three disappeared from the ship.

Riddick and Logan both hadn’t expected to jerk behind their navel or the nauseous feeling of traveling by portkey produced in most people. Nor were they ready for the Pain slam into the ground. When Harry moaned something about hating “bloody fucking portkeys” and the need to kill the inventor, Logan and Riddick agreed internally.

Both popped back up quickly. When Harry just laid there they got worried. He waved them away. “I’ll be fine. I’m just trying not to see an encore of my last meal,” he groaned. When Logan chuckled, a bleary green eye cracked open enough to glare at the offender. By this time even Riddick was hard pressed not to snicker at the kid.

“HARRY JAMES POTTER! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE! GET IN THIS ROOM RIHGT NOW!” A loud feminine voice echoed up from below and Harry grimaced.

“Care to help me up?” Logan grabbed the extended are and pulled Harry to his feet. He wobbled before catching his balance and starting off down a hall and turning left. The hollow “thunk” of stairs warned to other two men of the fact that they might have enemies down stairs.

“Might I ask who that is?” Whispered Riddick to his….well, companion. Logan stifled a snicker and turned to the man.

“Remember the kid saying a name? Hermione?” When Riddick nodded Logan continued. “That would be her just without ten times the high frequency injected sonic boom she calls a voice. Beware that woman, she is not as…terrifying as she looks.”

Riddick just glared at the man beside him and crept down the stairs with a glare firmly in place. No woman would ever intimidate him.

When they both were at the entrance to the kitchen, a spotless black and blue room with grey accents, something like a war was commencing between Harry and three other people. Or it sounded like. Identical redheaded men stood off to the side and taunted which ever side was winning (Hermione’s) and aided whoever was losing (Harry) with grins on their faces. The fact that Hermione, a woman with red hair and a pale man were nearly bulldozing Harry seemed to up their enjoyment. Logan and Riddick watched as Harry fielded questions and answers as if this wasn’t the first time.

When the Firing had died down and it was semi safe to enter the room without bodily harm, the two men revealed themselves.

“Harry, mate, it seems—” One twin started.

“As if you’ve—” The second interrupted.

“Done it again!” The first one picked up.

“No fair, Harry!” they both chorused with whines.

Harry just sat in the floor and laughed at the looks around him. This was going to get very interesting very soon….

^-^

Harry slept next to him, his chest rising and falling in a simple tempo. Logan watched the others in the room and silently snarled. He wanted out of this place, away from this strange smell that raised the hair on his arms. It was deep and thick and made him want to gag from the overload to his system. It must have been the magic, but so much pooled into one area....It was nauseating. Stifling. It made him sick on the taste.

Riddick didn't seem to be in much better shape. He prowled the shadows, an unknown danger and it made Logan jumpy when the shadows parted to reveal him as if he were a ghost. "Sit down, damn it!" Logan hissed at him and watched as the figure halted in mid motion. Silver met blue and they stared at each other in a dominance power play. Only Hermione's abrupt return stopped them from blows.

"Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie need your help at home. I wish you could stay longer, but they're attempting to cook. Arthur was just in the chimney with soot all over his face!" The red-haired woman jumped to her feet and ran for the stairs and they heard her stomp down them rapidly. The twins sat back on a settee of soft brown and motioned for the bushy-haired woman to come over. She sighed and complied reluctantly.

"Does anyone, except Harry, know how this happened?" Fred and George raised their hands before Logan or Riddick could say anything. "Go ahead, you two."

"Well, Harry isn't like normal wizards. If it could be considered, there should be another classification for him all together."

"We know he hates that, but Harry's not normal even for our standards. We guess more often than not that Harry should be chimera status instead of wizard."

"Like Fred said, chimera. Harry is only a half-blood, and that means he shouldn't be able to do half the stuff he does even after the boost of Moldywart's magic after his true death."

"Exactly, George. Harry isn't able to do anything without it going too big. Been that way since we've known him, and you know what we're talking about, Mione."

"Chimeras are known for their ability to do anything in a big way. Even wandless magic, just like Harry. He, other than Merlin and the founders themselves, is the only wizard to achieve that ability. And his animagus form...It's a panther, yeah, but did he ever tell you that after he got that part down, wings started popping out of his back randomly for a whole month? Even bred wizards don't get that unless they're force fed tons of potions for the rest of their lives."

"And the breeding process is nearly ten generations of preparation and work. Harry would never be able to do any of that if he was a wizard. Think on it, Hermione. Harry needs to be helped or he's gonna be dead soon. Next time he might not end up in another dimension or on another planet. He might land in space and explode or under the ocean and be crushed. We have to siphon off that massive amount of energy or he'll be hurt beyond repair."

"And you discuss this in a room with two beings that you don't know?"

Hermione looked at Riddick. "Harry trusts you."

The twins nodded. "Yeah, mate, he does. And that is good enough for us."

"Just what is this kid to inspire such instant reactions?" he asked with the air of someone of complete disbelief.

Fred and George chorused, "Our best friend, honorary brother, and our leader."

“Leader?”

“Yes, leader.”

“We don’t—”

“Follow just any—”

“Wizard into battle—”

“For our lives.”

“Really, now, we have more sense than that!” they chimed.

“Headache inducing, ain’t they?” Logan grinned. The twins reminded him of some of the kids form the institute: Annoying but funny too.

“What really lets us know that he trusts you both is that he is actually asleep in the same room without enough wards to fry us on the spot put up. Even close to catatonic, Harry could kill one of us without moving more than a finger,” Hermione stated. “In fact, I haven’t seen him sleep this well since Voldemort had died. The descriptions of the nightmares are enough to make even me freak out and wake up screaming in a cold sweat.” She tapped a finger to her temple. “With the way Harry is now, we could get him out of England without a fuss…”

Logan stared at her. “And he won’t object?”

Hermione smiled. “Of course he will, but if he stays too much longer, he’ll start to loose himself to people wanting the so-called ‘miracle worker’ to help them. I refuse to stand back and watch my best friend and brother be done-in in such a fashion!”

Logan rubbed his face. “Damn, they’re making me soft. Give me the kid and we three will bust outta here. If Riddick decides to follow,” he looked at the glaring shadow, “I’ll call in a favor with Bobby and get a lift in the jet to the institute first thing.”

“Let’s go then.” Riddick almost disappeared from the room but no one even flinched. That didn’t make him happy, but with his puzzle pieces falling into place, he knew a war had just happened and security was still low. People like that were always on guard. That he approved of.

-_-,

It was all so fucking wrong…So WRONG! He felt his eyes burn and his throat sting, a boulder like mass choking him as he tried to hide, to keep from screaming out at the world. The pain was overwhelming, devouring, lasting…It ate at what his soul was making it more ragged than ever before. He lost something, one of his most precious people, a part of who he was to that void. Not only once, but so many times that it hurt to try and count the numbers.

Why did it hurt? Why did it pain him to feel? Was love for his family supposed to hurt like this? He thought only those he let in his heart, truly under his defenses, would hurt this badly, this boldly. It made the skin ripping off in raw chunks feel dull and dismissive. His chest constricted from the overwhelming force that crushed him so silently, so delicately that no one notices. The sob of one who saw the blood, felt the warmth seep away, tasted that last breath. Dear God in Heaven, what have I done to deserve this? Have I truly been so evil? Or am I just another nothing in this vast open dimension? Answer me, please!...Please, just—just answer me…I have to know…

A hoarse scream formed, finally crushing his resolve. Silver orbs of longing and fear and indescribable pain painted on in a necklace that, as soon as it was touched, broke for nothing held it in place to begin with. Rivers of more silver streamed from the crevice of a fountain and he knew they were his tears pouring into a ground that did not care. Tears that filled the soil with life and birth and nothing would come of this sacrifice. Nothing, nothing, nothing! Never has the earth held him, never has the wind cooled, never has the fire warmed the trembling of his fingers, and never has the water quenched a terrible thirst that no amount of tears could fill. He was completely and utterly alone within his own cage, his own mind. And no one wanted to find him anymore…Didn’t want to find him…Wouldn’t find…

“HARRY!”

“Please…I’m begging, no more…”

“Harry, please!” Logan finally shook the kid, his shoulders hunching in on himself. The ride on the jet was taking a little longer than usual due to the fact that the weather had turned nasty, but Logan had never thought that he would be trying to wake the kid up from something worse than a nightmare: his memories. A suffocating cloud of every raw and anguished emotion came up around them as the boy huddled further into his own mind to try and escape. Harry was projecting and everyone on board was getting to the point they just wanted it to end. Logan and Riddick were used to it and hadn’t even paid any real attention until everyone around them started wheezing, crying, and their powers going off…

It had to stop…NOW.

“Damn it, KID, I SAID WAKE UP!” Logan roared and Harry jumped up and rolled under the folding bed, his wand in his hand and his body trembling.

It was nearly ten minutes later before anyone dared move as Harry muttered, “Damn it all to bloody fucking HELL! I get rid of the fucker but still have to deal with his subconscious shit just because I had to go and take his SOUL FRAGMENT inside my body to kill the fucker. Fuck, fucking fuck!”

The emotional projection was less than half by now but the extreme rage that came over the wave length before it was cut off made several people suck in their breath. “Hey, Kid? Harry, you alright or should I get a medic when we touch down?”

“Fine. I’m fine, I just need to let off some steam…Damn it, that’s the third time in four days! What the bloody fuck is going on in my mind? Actually, do I even WANT to know?” Logan heard a snort. “Probably not. I’ll scare myself.” Riddick snorted just above the bed and Harry finally rolled out onto his back. “Um…Yo.”

Logan and Riddick were tempted to chuckle and laugh but they settled for smirks and lazy eyes. “Are you done with your tantrum?” Riddick’s silver eyes just screamed “too damn funny” while still getting the “I’ll kill you in your sleep” across to even the most oblivious on looker. Harry was anything but oblivious…Just fool hardy.

“Hardly, but a workout or something close to that will help.”

-_-...

At the house in England, old England, I was uncomfortable. The pressing weight of something even older than England, magic, had surrounded us, nearly making me want to suffocate on it with each breath. Not the most comfortable feeling. When we finally got outta that place, I could have sworn it cried.

I don’t like having weird shit going on where no one else understands or even feels it. Hermione, a witch and one hell of a woman didn’t even flinch. The second’s bitch would have a run for her money with her on board. I would love to see that.

Here on the plane, I felt a presence but that didn’t bother me. I recognized it. Apparently, so did the other guy, Logan. The kid had some pretty intense emotions, the kind that can get you killed. When Logan was finally forced to wake him, though, Harry wouldn’t wake up. Wait, I’ll take that back. He couldn’t wake up. It was almost like the kid was drugged into that state.

When the kid begged, I knew something was more than your customary wrong. That kid doesn’t beg, but he won’t demand either. Not that he’s indecisive, but he clearly is confused. Almost sounds like Jack used to. And when Logan grabbed him, nothing really happened but if you watched he curled farther into himself. Abuse, it’s not that uncommon, but it still pisses me off. I think I’ve taken a shine to the kid—better watch that—and that almost pisses me off too. He’s almost irresistible.

When Harry finally came around, I was a little shocked about what he muttered. You know how souls are supposed to be one big piece of shit? He’s claiming to have taken a piece of someone else’s. I hate hoodoo shit almost as much as the Warmongers. And such language. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that mouth would be good in bed. Preferably in mine, but I’m not inclined to be that way. Usually.

I expected the anger, yeah, the fear and disgust, but that all consuming rage from another being is new for me. Yeah, I’ve pissed people off before, mad them madder ‘en hell, but that kind of rage is the kind I felt for Jack, against Fry, against that whole fucking universe. Who knew that this kid barely half my age would have that in him?

“Fine. I’m fine, I just need to let off some steam…Damn it, that’s the third time in four days! What the bloody fuck is going on in my mind? Actually, do I even WANT to know?” Harry growled out. When the kid snorted in an emphatic “NO”, I was hard pressed to keep from grinning. What was even funnier was the fact that he actually followed it up with a reasonable excuse: “Probably not. I’ll scare myself.”

I sucked in and tried to hold in that laughter, the kind that says, damn, I like you. This kid was too fucking funny. I ended up snorting, but I’ll kill someone before I admit that out loud. I don’t do the “laughing” thing. I prefer the killing one. It has better benefits.

“Um…Yo.” Harry, how eloquent.

I smirk with that. Damn, but he’s good at lightening the mood. “Are you done with your tantrum?”

“Hardly, but a workout or something close to that will help.”

Well, might as well see what the kid was made of. “I’ll spar then.”

When he gave me that “What are you thinking” look like he had seen it too many times to ignore, I knew that this kid had to have some experience in manipulation, himself or someone else, though, I’m not sure. I’m betting it being him. Call me a bastard, but it’s a gut feeling.

“No nothing special, just hand to hand. If you’re any good with weapons, I’ll see what I can do about that.”

That relieved sigh…It’s not a good sign when an unknown actually likes the idea of being barred form one of his major trump cards in any kind of fight. Just how powerful was this kid? Did he even know?

Logan, that stance of his…it’s distinctly from some kind of warrior training. He stood straighter and did the one thing I just knew he was smart enough not to do: He volunteered to help out with the kid. Did this guy have a death wish? I knew my capabilities, but Blue Eyes over there was not a constant in battle. You could tell from the fact that his bearing wasn’t as imposing, his poses soft and comfortable instead of rigid. What could he do that made him so unafraid to help our common unknown?

What a tantalizing mystery…I just might be inclined to toss both of those luscious men in my bed and fuck them out of my system. Or so says my logical mind. My instincts are screaming something but not loud enough to warrant my full attention. That should have said something right there. I hate when I ignore those baser feelings. Bad things happen…usually to me.

But I’m not sure I actually wanted what happened next prevented. I’m goin’ soft.

o.o

Logan stared at his…home. Harry was currently sitting on his bed clearly exhausted but to keyed up to go to sleep. Ruffling the wild hair, he grinned at the indignant screech and headed out the door with the shorter man fuming after him. He felt amusement from the shadow they had acquired and Logan just realized he didn’t mind the other man all that much, but was constantly aware.

He didn’t like the simple informality his instincts had taken with the obviously dangerous man with the silver eyes. He liked being on alert, yet he felt safe enough with both Harry and Riddick near him to allow his barriers to lower and give himself some peace.

Something was wrong. “Harry, one question?”

“Sure…”

“Why do people feel so…content around you?”

The short man stiffened before relaxing again. “I couldn’t tell you. Seriously, I’m surprised I’m not more like a killing zombie with the way I was raised and then exposed to one freaky and delusional madman with a penchant for literally skinning his torture victims alive. This scar? It linked my mind directly to Voldemort the entire time he was alive. I had nightmare visions as he killed people and raped the minds and bodies of his own followers when he deemed it necessary. I had…episodes were I was hospitalized because of the after effects from curses being sent through the link, not to mention the fact that any mind magic never came easy to me. Took forever to learn Occlumency.

“As to why people gravitate toward me…I think I’m some sort of human, or in this case, not-so-human magnet that just draws the unsuspecting to me. Almost like a subliminal message saying ‘I am good and safe, come and slowly kill me as I protect you’ that is so loud people won’t ignore it.”

Logan chuckled. “…‘come and slowly kill you’…That kid is the oddest thing I have ever heard. I teach a school for mutants for fucks sake!”

Harry just smiled and made his way behind the man to what was usually termed the “Torture Chamber” with quiet grace. Little noise escaped his feet as he walked with a gait similar to a cat’s, his eyes sparkling with silent amusement.

Riddick stayed farther in the back but Logan could feel and smell the laughter that was just as silent at the man at his side. Maybe he could get used to feeling this kind of safe…If he could get over the boner tenting his pants at the thought of pushing Harry over a desk and fucking him senseless. Hell, even boinking Riddick sounded good. Something fuckin’ weird was going on around here. And it’s center was one short and highly entertaining man by the name Harry Potter.