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Chapter 1: Chapter 1 -

Hope in the dark.

Chapter 1 A mysterious arrival.

Disclaimer I officially declare I own nothing.

Warnings Slash, Ron bashing, Dumbledore bashing, incorrect spellings.

Harry Potter the boy who lived, died at the tender age of 15. The hope of many witches and wizards died with them. Lucky for the Wizarding world a new saviour rose from the ashes, a saviour who will fight for his friends and family. Who is this mysterious stranger? What is his connection to the boy who lived? Is Harry as dead as the world believes?

I tried to grab hold of anything, a name, a face, a voice, but everything was slipping from my mind, and then came the darkness. The darkness swallowed me whole, dragging me through the void until there was nothing.

Air flooded my lungs as I gasped, my chest heaving as I absorbed as much breath as my lungs could hold, breathing, my mind provide the word clambering over the brick wall that now swallowed my former life. I struggled to remember what do next, and instinctively allow my eyes to flutter open, a hiss escapes my lips and I shut my eyes tightly in defence of the pain caused by the bright lights.

"Sorry." The words are quietly spoken, the voice female, coming from a distance. From behind my now closed lids I see the light fading lower. "You should be able to open your eyes now." The voice continues getting closer.

I obey, slowly reopening my sensitive eyes. Focusing on the face that accompanied the voice, I notice her beauty, her red hair framing her face like a photo frame, flowing around her shoulders. Piercing green eyes that were filled with worry and compassion. Looking send a jolt of pain deep through my heart, a loss I just couldn't understand. How can I miss something I don't remember?

I didn't realise my eyes had filled with liquid until the woman had suddenly come forward with a tissue and wiped the tears from my face.

"It's okay," She comforted, "Your going to be just fine!"

Sobs ripped through my body. Without knowing how I got there I found myself cradled in her lap.

Jean held the hysteric boy until he had fallen back to sleep. It had been a strange week since the boy had appeared. He had arrived out of thin air, flashing into the mansion, an old shoe tie around his wrist.

He had been outwardly unharmed but had been comatose. The professor had decided to keep him in the manor instead of the hospital due to his unusual arrival. He believed him to be a mutant, and two days later the belief had been proved.

It was when the initial scans that they first noticed the boys similarities to one of the team. It showed an unidentifiable substance was bound to the boy's skeleton. It seemed that his bones were retractable, in a way similar to Wolverine.

This led to an excessive DNA tests being run on the younger boy, which revealed the boy to be Logan's son.

Unfortunately the man had not taken the revelation well, storming from the mansion without any way of being contacted. Xavier had asked Jean to keep an eye on the boy, so he could look for the older man when cerebro proved unsuccessful. He had hoped to return with Logan before the boy had awoken.

Unfortunately Logan had missed the chance to be there when his son first awoke, Jean could only hope he'd arrive soon.

From the boys reaction she knew he had been through a tough time before arriving, like many other student before.

Sighing Jean gently placed the boy down, careful not to jostle him from his sleep. She then then left the room, shutting the door silently behind her.

Jean headed to the main room, where she knew she would find her boyfriend Scott. As she entered the room, all eyes turned her way. It seemed everyone had gathered after hearing that Jean had fled the room quickly heading towards the hospital wing. New blood always caused interest to spike amongst the students, and this had proven to be the most interesting news in a long while.

Scott stood from where he was sitting with Kurt and walked towards Jean, taking her arm gently and leading her away from the room and anyone looking to earwig on their discussion.

"Did he wake?" Scott asked, looking through his ever-present glasses.

"For a while, he wasn't very coherent but he seemed to understand me." Jean answered leaning against the wall. "He looked so fragile all confused, and then, he just started sobbing, Scott, I have never seen someone in such pain." Jean took a breath to calm herself, "He fell asleep in my arms!" Her voice cracked with emotion.

"It shouldn't have fallen down to you, Logan should have been here, he should have held the boy through his tears." Scott was obviously angry with the older mutant.

"Well, would you be okay if your child just turned up, without you even having knowledge of his existence?" Kitty asked walking through the wall, Lance being dragged behind her.

"Privacy Kitty!" Scott snapped. "Of course Logan's little fanclub would make his excuses, surprised you didn't bring Rouge for backup!"

"Calm down Scotty, I'm not saying what he did was right, I'm just saying it was human!" Kitty tried to explain herself. "He will be back, he always returns, just let him get his head around having a son.

Scott grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Wish he wouldn't keep coming back!"

Jean decided to ignore her boyfriend's petty hatred of Logan. "He will be back, I just wish it had been sooner."

"Me too, I hope the boy stays, it'll be nice for Logan to have a son of his own, might get him to lighten up a bit!" Kitty exclaimed.

"Logan lighten up? That sight'd be scary!" Lance joked his arms snaking around Kitty's waist. Kitty grinned leaning round to kiss her boyfriend.

"I guess we'll leave you two alone!" Jean grinned walking away dragging Scott behind her.

Jean was about to head into her bedroom for some quality time with her boyfriend when she felt the vibrations from the buzzer in her pocket telling him the boy had awoken once more. Groaning slightly Jean apologised to Scott and left to ensure the boy was okay.

Entering the room she saw the boy had sat up and was now observing the room. "Hello." Jean said softly announcing her arrival. The boy smiled softly at her as she walked to his side. Jean walked over to the monitors that were taking the boys vitals checking everything was normal.

After a moment of glancing at Jean quizzically the boy pieced together the first of many questions he had. "Where am I?"

"You are at Xavier's School" Jean stated carefully, knowing the stigma the school had thanks to the discrimination of the world at large.

The boy looked around curiously. "What is this room?" He enquired poking at the drip attached to his arm.

"It's our medical room," Jean told the boy. "Surely you have been to a doctors or a hospital before?"

"I..I don't remember, I think I have, but, this it feels wrong somehow" The boys voice trailed off.

"You don't remember?" Jean asked sitting softly in the chair beside the boy's bed.

"No." The boy breathed.

"What do you remember?" Jean asked concerned.

The boy thought for a moment before answering, "Nothing," he muttered, "I remember nothing!"

Jean looked at the boy in shock. The similarities between the boy's memory loss and that of his fathers, further angered Jean who knew Logan would have dealt better in this situation then her, having understood what the boy was going through.

Silence rang for several moments before Jean decided to change the subject. "My names Jean, I'm studying to be a doctor and the only one currently in the school that has any real knowledge of medicine, hence the reason I'm the one taking care of you." She introduced herself.

"A doctor " The boy muttered trying to connect the word to a meaning. "Someone who heals others using potions!" He stated in triumph.

Jean laughed, "Well that's one way to put it!"

The boy grinned at her.

"So Mister, you are going to need a name!" Jean announced.

"I don't know any names."

"How about Alex?" Jean suggested.

"Alex," The boy repeated. " Alex, I like it!" Jean laughed again at the boys facial expressions.

"Alex it is!" She stated happily.