A/N: Thanks to all of you lovely readers who reviewed, favourited or followed my story. I already have 10 reviews and I've only posted 1 chapter! Wow! I hope you guys like this chapter but beware; it can get a little confusing. Oh, and sorry for taking so long. I was practising my procrastination skills; turns out I'm really good at it. I've decided to make this AU so that I don't have to worry about messing up details from the movies. Anything you recognise is not owned by me.

Me: Sirius, do the disclaimer.

Sirius: First of all why am I in an X-men fanfic, I belong in Harry Potter. Second of all, why do we even need a disclaimer? It's called fanfiction for a reason, as in, a fan wrote it and not the author.

Me: You're in this fanfic because I said you are and while you may have a point about the disclaimer you will do as I say and tell our lovely readers we don't own a thing before I feed you to Sabretooth. Have I made myself clear?

Sirius: (Looks scared) Yes. TheSnitchOfLiars does not own X-men in any way, shape or form.

Italics = Thoughts and accented words.

Bold = Memories

Chapter 2- Secrets & Lies

Sabretooth held the device firmly between both hands then twisted. The box separated into two halves and a sphere floated out from the in between them engulfing the room and its occupants. Images zoomed past and continued to do so before settling on one scene.

"This first memory is of a long time ago. It is of when my brother and I were driven out of our home. Well, it was more his home than mine, I was simply a servant working there," Sabretooth explained.

Logan looked at Sabretooth and then to the ground. The others however were interested in this piece of news. There was silence in the room for a few moments then Scott asked the question that many of them had been thinking.

"You had a brother?"

"Are you deaf One Eye? He just said that." Logan growled.

"Who are you calling deaf you big oaf?" Scott retaliated.

This name calling went on for a few minutes before Xavier interrupted.

"Stop the fighting boys and let us view this memory before Sabretooth changes his mind."

"Fine," They both mumbled reluctantly.

An old and rather large house, well, more like a mansion, is seen. There are lights on inside.

"That is an old house. Was it passed down through the family?" Jean asked curious.

"No. The house was brand new. It was only 1803." Sabretooth replied.

"But that's impossible," Storm said, "That would make you older than the professor by a considerable amount."

Sabretooth snorted, "Ya think? My mutation slows down me aging by a fair bit. I could easily pass off for a 40 year old without trying."

Inside, the house was just as magnificent as the outside and in one of the rooms there were two boys. One was lying in a bed; he was a sickly pale colour and had blond hair and green eyes. The other had brown hair and eyes and was sitting in a chair at the end of the bed scratching into a block of wood with his unusually sharp and long nails.

Sabretooth looked at the memory curiously and shook his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Jimmy was black haired and blue eyed, not blond haired and green eyed. The only conclusion he could come to was that Jimmy was messing with his head so that no one found out who he was.

The blond haired boy coughed weakly. He couldn't be any older than 10.

"You're always sick." The brown haired boy said his fangs visible as he spoke.

"The younger one is your brother, isn't he?" Xavier asked.

"Yes. He was very sick when he was younger. His name was James Logan Howlett. But I called him Jimmy," Sabretooth replied sadly.

"You were sick when you were my age," James whispered.

Suddenly an older man with brown curly hair and neat clothes walked into the room and immediately Viktor stood up.

"Why, hello Viktor. What are you doing here?" The man asked curiously.

"Just keeping James company sir."

The man at him suspiciously then turned to the younger boy. "How are you doing son?"

"So he's your father." Jean said with realisation.

"That's John Howlett. He isn't related to me or Jimmy in any way."

Jean and the others glanced at Sabretooth and then looked back to the scene in front of them in confusion.

"Still cold Father," Jimmy replied weakly wrapping his arms around himself.

"It's okay. You'll be right in the morning," The senior Howlett said gently whilst brushing hair out of the young boys face.

"That's what you always say." James giggled.

"And I'm always right aren't I?" When Howlett senior finished speaking, raised voices and breaking glass can be heard from downstairs.

John Howlett turned to Viktor, "Your father's drunk again. You should go help him."

Viktor looked at him coldly before replying, "It's not my name he's calling sir."

"Elizabeth!" Cried a voice angrily.

John glanced quickly at the door before turning back to his son. "I'll be right back." Then he darted out the door and down the stairs.

"Who's Elizabeth and why is your father so eager to see her?" Storm asked at the same time Xavier asked, "Is this a regular occurrence?"

Jean felt the need to ask her own question, "Does your father get drunk often?" Scott and Wolverine wisely decided that this was a touchy subject and that it would be in their best interests to stay out of it.

"To answer your first question, keep watching the memories and you will find out soon enough. To answer your other questions, no this was not a regular occurrence and my father was Harold Logan and he was an alcoholic who had no common sense and was arrogant enough to poke his nose in things that are none of his business." With these words Sabretooth shot a pointed look at Storm, Xavier and Jean. The former two had the courtesy to look abashed while the latter remained indifferent.

James looked at Viktor worriedly. "What do you think is going on down there?"

"To hell if I know."

Suddenly a gunshot was heard from downstairs and James got up in a panic and sprinted out the door to find out what the commotion was about. Viktor remained seated. James stood at the top of the stairwell looking down on the scene below him.

"This isn't right. I was in the bedroom the whole time. I couldn't see any of this. I could hear it but I couldn't see it." Sabretooth stated in a confused tone.

"Perhaps someone is tampering with the memories." Scott suggested.

"No, they would not be so clear if that were the case. I'd say it is far more likely that we are viewing someone else's memories." Xavier observed.

"But who's memories could they be and how can we be viewing them when we are supposed to be viewing memories directly from Sabretooth's mind." Storm inquired. If someone was tampering with the memories then they would have to be close by and they could be a potential threat to their and the students safety.

"I'm not sure but from the looks of the blurring around the edges and the way the voices echo slightly, I'd say that we are viewing a secondary memory, or to be more precise, a memory of a memory. Someone is showing Sabretooth their memories which then in turn make the memories available to us. I haven't been able to trace it but whoever is doing it is very talented." Xavier explained. He too was curious as to who was sending the memories.

James let out a scream and dashed down to his dying father who was lying in a pool of his own blood.

Kneeling beside him, James spoke softly, "Father."

His father looked at him for a few moments before taking one last breath and whispering "Jimmy" before closing his eyes for the last time.

Harold Logan was standing near the wall with a shotgun in his hands "He needs to know the truth Elizabeth."

James got up and looked to his mother who was lying on the floor with an expression of shock on her face.

"He can never know." She replied coldly.

James looked back to the man who had killed his father and was overcome with anger. He felt a pinching sensastion inbetween his knuckles and slowly three sharp bone claws emerged on each hand. His face was contorted in a mix of fury and fear. James let out a yell and ran towards Harold with his new found claws in front of him.

Harold Logan was skewered by the bones and pinned against the wall behind him. Before he died he wanted to spite Elizabeth and tell James the truth. As the life was quickly ebbing from his body he looked at James and confessed something that Elizabeth never wanted anyone to know, "He wasn't your father…son." Then he fell limp.

James pulled his claws out of the body and looked down as his claws retracted back into his hands. He looked at his fake father then at Elizabeth, his very own mother, in hurt and shock. Elizabeth showed no signs of remorse for what she had down and the secrets she had kept, instead she looked at James in disgust and asked, "What are you?"

"Finding out like that is one of the worst ways. His mother and the man who he thought was his father had lied to him his whole life and add to that the fact that he has just found out he is a mutant, which can be stressful under normal circumstances, the poor kid must be in shock. Not to mention his mother is now rejecting him because of the mutation." Wolverine stated.

Sabretooth looked at him knowingly. "It really is."

The others were looking at the scene in front of them, not quite believing what they were seeing. Viktor's half-brother had killed their father and now his mother was rejecting him. Not to mention his mutation was very similar to the mutation of their own lone wolf.

"Descendants of mutants can often inherit certain powers from them. Perhaps Wolverine is somehow related to your brother Sabretooth." Xavier suggested.

"Maybe," Sabretooth said. If only they knew the truth.

Logan looked at the others and kept his mouth shut. He may be showing them his memories but now way in hell was he going to let them know that.

James dashed out of the house and into the woods. He kept running into the forest deeper and deeper. He heard footsteps behind him but rather then turn around to find out who it was, this only made him run faster. A hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to a halt. He spun around and saw Viktor.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" He cried, hoping that Viktor wouldn't hurt him. He did just kill his father after all.

"Yes you did." Viktor growled, "He deserved what he got. You know what this means Jimmy? It means we're brothers and brothers stick together."

Voices and lights were coming from the house and were steadily getting closer to the boys. James looked scared and Viktor worried.

"We need to go. We have to keep running and get away from this place. Can you do that little brother?"

James nodded and the two took off into the forest without ever looking behind them. Then the screen faded to black.

"That was so sad. What an awful way to find out you're a mutant." Ororo said sadly.

"Well at least things got better from there right? I mean you found out you had a brother and that you weren't the only one with strange powers." Scott said optimistically.

Sabretooth snorted, "It was the 1800s, do ya really think they woulda liked mutants when it was only a couple hundred years before that they were burnin innocents at the stake for being witches. They usually turned out to be humans in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Surely you're exaggerating a bit. Things can't have been too bad right? I mean humans aren't that stupid." Jean said.

"Why don't ya just wait and see for ya self." Wolverine replied.

"Good idea Logan. Let's move on to the next memory." Xavier calmly pushed the button on the box that skipped forward to the next memory.

A/N: So, what did you think? I know it wasn't the best but I haven't written memories before so I hope I did it right and everyone can understand it okay. I once again apologise for not updating sooner. I had some other things I needed to sort out but I promise that I'm not going to abandon this story.

Sirius: I still don't know why I'm in an X-men fanfiction.

Me: Because I said you are.

Sirius: But the readers came here to read about X-men not Harry Potter so wouldn't they be getting irritated with my constant appearing in this story when I so clearly don't belong here?

Me: (Looks guilty) Shut up before I feed you to Sabretooth.

Sirius: But he's not a cannibal.

(Sabretooth appears)

Sabretooth: I haven't tried wizard's meat before. I wonder what sort of seasoning would suit it best.

Sirius: (Gulps) Point taken.

Me: Good, now say your lines. You know the drill.

Sirius: (Glances at Sabretooth worriedly) Please read and review this story. You can't go wrong with following the author or story either. The happier she is, the more likely she is to update.