Blastwave

Own nothing

The Danger Room was toasted. Parts were broken, parts were sparking and some parts were clearly on fire. As for the two combatants; Scott was suffering from a broken arm, split lip, black eye and some cracked ribs.

Harry on the other hand looked like he had taken body blows and used his face as the shield. His ribs were cracked; a few broken. His arm was broken as well. But they were leaning on each other, grinning slightly deliriously as they left the Danger Room.

"Did you lovebirds sort out your differences?" Wolverine asked, smirking as he lit a cigar.

"Yup. Wolverine; don't use lighters!" Harry said as he pulled out a match and lit it "You use a wooden match; it preserves the flavour." True to his word there was a different flavour to the cigar, Wolverine grunted at his grandson in acknowledgement.

Until time allowed; Harry and Logan would associate each other more as student and teacher, but with the Martial Arts practise the two had become closer. Almost to the point of being a family; in fact Wolverine had asked Harry to help him repair the various vehicles around the Mansion. It was a good pretence but in reality the clawed mutant wanted to spend time with his Grandson.

Harry, he found, was a natural mechanic and electrician. Coupled with his ability to change the types of energy he emitted had made him exceptionally adept for the construction industry.

The duo entered the nursing bay where a stone-faced Jean looked at them "Did you sort out your differences for good this time?"

"Yup…the hatchet has finally been buried. Honestly it was buried about what…ten minutes in?"

Scott nodded "Something like that. The rest of it was then a 'how much punishment can you take contest'…On that front, Harry, is definitely more durable than I am…He took some of my stronger blasts and walked them off."

Harry snorted at that "That's something we should teach the others; it's a psychological bluff and one that is exceptionally effective. When in a fight, albeit a schoolyard brawl or street fight the ability to get up after you've taken your opponents punches directly is the best way to break their spirit."

"What do you do? After taking the hit?"

"I kick 'em below the belt. There's nothing honourable in a fight. It's you or them, and I'm not letting it be them. I'll never start anything…aside from a Mosh Pit. Anyway, Jean can you just lock this in place as it heals. Healing factor aside; genetics things lose out.

Jean nodded and with surprising skill and equally surprising strength effortlessly bound Harry's ribs, arm and head. "You know…What I said before, was a horrible idea."

Jean giggled, the door opened and Sirius entered. Sirius saw the head-bandaged Harry and conjured a pair of black glasses and a white stick "Harry, stay still…" With that Sirius put the glasses on his Godson's face and placed the stick in his hands.

"Sirius, what did you do?"

Sirius didn't answer, but Harry heard the distinctive clicking of a camera. He'd get Sirius back somehow. But for now he and the Magical Students had to plan their two final year projects. Harry grinned under his bandages; but first Sweden and the Music Festival with Sabaton headlining.

Things were looking up for him.

(Egypt)

The gold, ethereal, liquid and yet solid golden bindings finally fell off the coffin. The pillars and the surrounding areas began to crack and crumble. Due to the nature and the construction of the pyramid when the entity had been trapped in here; the pyramid had not collapsed. For now he was free of his box; true freedom…could wait.

(X-Mansion)

Sirius and other Magical Officials looked at the young Wizarding Mutants "Alright; your two years independent study starts in September this year. You'll be getting a package containing instructions nearer to the time. But for now enjoy your downtime."

Harry looked at a few of them "Sweden anyone? Then a little bit of an adventure."