What's next?

It was a stormy night outside in the slums of New York, so very different from the posh Manchester private school for mutants that Logan taught at, not a night for a young'un to be out in. Logan had come to this area of town looking for a drink and possibly a bar fight. He was not looking to find an abandoned child. Things had not been the same at the school since Chuck went and left that hell bitch Emma and Scott 'Psyche-out' Summers in charge. Logan had seriously thought of quitting but he knew he wouldn't, Scooter needed him around after all. Logan may not have liked him but he did respect him, after a fashion, and he knew when Ms. Frostbite got tired of him and left his sorry ass out in the cold he'd have to be there to keep him from falling apart. Jeannie was the only reason he'd given a toss about what happened to Scotty, if a dame like her could love that schmuck there must be something to him worthy of her. But back to the whole abandoned baby issue. He'd been about to go into a seedier joint than most respectable people would when he heard a small cry, like a kitten asking for food, coming from the alley. He had gone back there and had seen nothing but what appeared to be a huge pile of rags on the ground, he had been about to leave when it moved and a tuft of messy black hair had popped out. Logan came closer, popping his claws in case it was something nasty, and had removed the top several layers of material. He eventually excavated a shoulder covered in what appeared to be more rags, and then a small rag covered leg with knobbly knees just visible from a large hole in the pants material. Then he saw a tiny body that clearly hadn't had enough to eat for the past long while, and a small face scrunched up against the rain that was falling on him. It was a boy of what physically looked like 2 or 3 but his senses screamed out 5. The boy was cowering away from him holding his hands up in a defensive, supplicating gesture.

"Please don't hit, uncle, please… I was good, I didn't do anything. Please don't hurt me, please"

"Hey kid, I ain't yer uncle." The aforementioned kid popped his head up in surprise. Logan sat down near him on the rag pile and the kid skittered away. Logan didn't follow; the kid had only gone as far as the edge of the rag pile anyway. "So what's yer named kid?"

"Boy."

"Is that all? Don't yer family call ya something else when they need ya?"

They boy looked away in embarrassment as he mumbled something he clearly didn't want to say.

"Sorry kid didn't hear ya."

"Freak."

"Well neither ones a good thing to call a child so what do u want to be called?"

"It doesn't matter. They'll be here soon. They don't care what I want."

"Really? How long have u been left here?"

"A while"

"How long's a while?"

"About 3 days"

"Really, did they say they'd be back in three days?"

"They said they'd be back in an hour"

"3 days is a bit longer than an hour."

"I've had to wait longer for them before"

"How- No I'm not even goona ask. Kid you want to come back to the school I teach at? I can get you some good eats and decent clothes."

"No I have to stay right here. They told me not to move because if I did I'd get punished for being bad."

"I didn't ask if they said u could, I asked if u wanted to."

"…Yes I want to go with you."

So Logan picked the kid up and drove all the way to the x-mansion without having accomplished what he had set out to do, namely get drunk and get in a fight. He had called a friend of his on the police force on his way back and had asked about the kid but no one had reported any children missing or stolen. These left him at exactly square one, save for the surrey accent that the kid was talking with. He would have to call Betsy or one of the other brits that were kicking around the mansion to see if they could come up with something.

When he finally pulled up into the driveway the kid had fallen asleep and Logan didn't want to disturb him so he carried the kid in. As he was walking up to the house he noticed two things, first the kid smelled like blood, maybe 3 days old, and he smelled like family. Not a direct descendant but still family.

"What are you doing bringing a child to this house Logan? We don't work this damned hard to bring the mutant race as a whole some respect to have you bring it down with allegations of kidnapping."

"The kid was abandoned Scotty, had been left on a rag pile behind the roughest bar in New York for three days, I ain't going to just turn my back on that now am I?"

"No I suppose not. But Christ did u at least call the police?"

"Course I did, no one has reported a missing or stolen child in the last 3 days in the area so I'm going to see if I can find the bastards myself. By the way, we might have to call a brit in."

"And why would that be Logan?" A rather dignified voice with a London accent said from behind him.
"Hey Betsy, how've you been?"

"Just fine but you didn't answer my question, why do u need a brit?"

"Well this kid has a surrey accent; I was hoping that you could maybe find out something from the British authorities, see if you can find the people he was with. Possibly help me kill them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because they abandoned him on a rag pile for three days in the worst section of New York imaginable."

"That would be a very good reason."

"Look, this discussion of family massacring is all very heart warming but that kid has been abandoned and lord knows what those people who abandoned him did before that, so let's just take him down to Dr. McCoy for a check up while I contact the British authorities and see what I can turn up okay?"

"Sure thing Scotty, just so long as I get first crack at the assholes that did this."

Scott said nothing above a grumble as he turned to go to his office.

The check up that they had gotten Hank McCoy to do had proven to be a rather large help. They found evidence of severe neglect and physical abuse, as well as some signs of sexual abuse. And the kids' behaviour was more than enough to point out the possibility of emotional abuse as well. Hank had also, at Logan's request, done a DNA test and confirmed that Logan was indeed distantly related to him. Of course when Scott came back with news from the British authorities of who their tiny guest was and where his guardians were, Logan was not amused to say the least.

"Well it was difficult to say the least but I found his guardians."

"Ok Scott and where are the bastards?"

"Well, it was hell to get the info; they didn't have the kids' birth certificate, immunization shots, doctors' records, dental records, school records, or even fingerprints on file anywhere. I eventually had to contact the surrey representative and describe the kid to him. Apparently the kids' name is Harry James Potter and his wonderful guardians are Vernon and Petunia Dursley, who have a wonderful child name Dudley and look after a horrible juvenile delinquent called 'that potter boy'."

"Well this just gets better all the time. So where are they?"

"Well they are taking a much richly deserved vacation at Disney world in California but made a quick stop in New York before going there."

"Really? So how were they planning on accounting for 'that potter boy's' disappearance?

"They said that he was going to be given to a relative in New York, I've checked and they have no relatives, business dealings or any connections of any sort to New York."

"Yeah, wonderful people these Dursleys. So when are they heading back home?"

"In about two weeks."

"Humph… So Scott, what are you doing for the next two weeks?"

"The usual you?"

"If you can spare me I'm going to arrange a little welcome home party for these people."

"I'm pretty certain I can. I'm free for babysitting if you need it."

"Really, that would be great Summers. Any requests?"

"Yeah, make it good, make it last, and make it ruin their reputations."

"Can do."

Logan went to tell the kid, Harry, about his trip to find the Dursleys but he had fallen asleep on the couch beside Ororo. He told her what was happening and she seemed not in the least bit disturbed by this but she did seem protective of the boy. She of course offered her encouragement in her usual round about way and promised to help Scott look after the kid. Logan was about to leave for Disney world when Betsy Braddock came along.

"You weren't seriously thinking that you'd leave without me were you?"

"Naw just was wondering if you'd show up."

"Of course I was, those people give England a bad name and I intend to make sure that my brother knows about this, as well as make sure they are punished to the full extent of the law."

"Sounds good, I'm planning on tailing them for a while, find out what drives them nuts, and then I'm going to make sure that they get it and worse when they get home."

"My, you are evil though aren't you?"

"I try to be."

So they left for their respective destinations, Betsy to England, and Logan to Disney land.