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A Freak like Me	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38259 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter nor Xmen the fandom, Any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the X-men, and I am making no profit from this story.

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Aladdin was a little street urchin who used his pet freak to pretend to be a prince and fooled a whole lot of people. Mindy told me it was a movie, but I still don’t know what a movie is.
When she told me the story I always imagined that Aladdin’s sudden prince hood overwhelmed him. It had always sounded overwhelming to me, all those servants and dances and meeting important people, making important decisions. I imagined that sometimes he wished he was still a street rat. That his life was simple again.
I looked up from the newspapers in my lap and gazed past the Professor. Suddenly I wished I was back at the cages; at least there it was simple and routine.
Wake up, heal a freak, get used, and heal myself. Maybe eat something, heal another freak or two. Sometimes there was variation but…
I left my chair and climbed into Logan’s lap. His big arms covered me immediately and I let myself shake into him. I was glad he wasn’t so mad at me that he wouldn’t let me in his lap. After he was awakened by Blue and remembered what he’d done while feral, Logan had refused to touch me.
“Its too much. Too much.” I whispered it, knowing that he would hear me anyway.
“I realize this is a lot to absorb.” the Professor’s diction was so like the First Doctor that occasionally it upset me. On this occasion however, its familiarity relaxed me.
“I thought it would be less upsetting then speaking about Jean, however.”
I looked at him curiously. Why would Jean be more upsetting?
“I would like to discuss her punishment with the three of you, but especially you, Angelous. As the injured party, it is only right that you feel the punishment is fitting.”
“Ye’ can no’ ask ‘em Professur ‘e doesn’ tink she did wrong. ‘es used ta bein' hurt.”
Remy’s words confused me. I knew it was wrong for Jean to hurt someone else’s freak. Did Remy think I had that much to learn or that I was stupid? Besides, was what she did really so bad? She hadn’t used me or hit me. And someone, who I believed to be Elixar, had healed me. What was the phrase Pyro said when I apologized? Ah..
“No harm no foul…” I whispered, mostly because I didn’t know if I should talk.
“What was that pup?”
I looked up at Logan and repeated it.
“Non ange. Ye’ was harmed.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t like I hadn’t expected it.
“You were not supposed to be harmed.”
My eye’s widened in fear as I realized my misunderstanding. Jean wasn’t in trouble, I was. I should have protected myself. Breaking the most important rule had caused Logan to go feral and hurt Remy. It was no wonder they were furious.
I wondered if begging would help. It hadn’t even been three days and already I’d broken a major rule and caused them harm. This was on top of the fact that I’d used my power on another mutant, although that was before The Professor told me it was against the rules.
“I’m sorry Remy” Maybe they would only use me. It hadn’t looked so bad when Wolverine did it to Remy.
“Oh ange we no’ upset at…” Logan stopped Remy with a raised hand.
“You should have protected yourself. As punishment for breaking that rule, you will not get to eat in the cafeteria with us. You’ll have to eat alone in my room.”
I blinked. That was it? I still got to eat?
I knew what Logan was doing. The First Doctor let me read half a psychology book before taking it away, claiming it was giving me ideas unbefitting of my status. Logan wanted me to associate eating alone with being punished and eating with everyone as reassurance they were pleased with me. My hero was a clever man.
“That’s it, everything else is on Jean and you will help us think up a punishment.”
“How wo’d ye’ be punished b’fore fo’ somat like dat?” Remy asked.
I thought about it, probably nothing. I harmed other freaks all the time.
“’member ye’r Remy an’ Logan’s ange now.”
Ah, right. Well for harming the personal freak of a normal and causing indirect harm to that normal…
“I was useful; no one else could heal others. So, they probably wouldn’t have killed me, just beat me unconscious so I couldn’t heal and deprived me of food for a long time. They’d also probably let the other useful freaks practice with me. Or maybe given me to an unmated feral, but I doubt it. Sometimes that was a good thing. If the normal was important, they would have killed me.”
“Ah,” the Professor looked rather shocked and I tilted my head at him.
“Why was being given to a feral a good thing?” Wolverine asked me, and I could tell he was still upset I made him…er…Jean made him use Remy.
“Ferals are strong and a lot of them can heal themselves. Sometimes, they got attached to their mate and fought the guards. I saw one actually win. They had to take away his food until he was too weak to fight, to kill him.”
The Professor called my attention and changed the subject from Jean back to the information in the papers. Was he doing it for Logan?
“I’d like to have your thoughts and answer any questions you have on the information in these news articles.”
I looked over them again and unconsciously adopted the intellectual persona The First Doctor liked dealing with.
“They speak about wizards and magic like its an everyday thing. They seem to have a similar attitude towards freaks that the doctors and guards did, that we are dangerous animals that need to be exterminated or controlled. Its interesting that this Albus Dumbledore is the undisputed leader even though they have an elected official. I have no idea what a muggle is, but I get the impression that they are not freaks or mutants or wizards.
My best guess is that the mutants and freaks today are a second mutation and these wizards were the first. They seem to have segregated themselves from the original strain rather then follow natural selection and exterminate the competition.
I understand that you think I’m this Harry Potter? I do fit the description and his disappearance corresponds to when my Aunt and Uncle sold me.”
Their flabbergasted expressions frightened me and I dropped my scholarly façade.
“Was that not alright?”
Remy lunged at me, caught my face in his hands, and did that ‘kiss’ thing again. I just let him, not sure what to do with my lips, hands, or tongue.
He stopped when The Professor cleared his throat. I watched him go back to his seat and apologize nonplussed.
The Professor diverted my attention from trying to catalog Remy’s expression.
“Those were my impressions as well. I got these articles from an associate in England. He called himself a squib and said that his only knowledge came from these papers. I would like your thoughts on inviting this Sirius Black to a meeting.”
I assumed that the Professor was talking to my owners and when the silence lingered, I got nervous. I looked up at Logan, but he seemed to be waiting for me to answer. Understanding rushed through me and I remembered that Logan and Remy wanted me to make decisions about my future. It was rather daunting.
The news papers said Sirius Black was Harry Potter’s Godfather, and that he had been in prison since the boy was almost two years in age.
“You think he will be able to determine definitively if I am Harry Potter?” The Professor nodded.
“How will he do that? His physiology must have changed dramatically between now and the time of Sirius Black’s incarceration.”
“I believe he will use DNA tests.”
I didn’t care one way or another who I was before my Aunt and Uncle sold me. What I cared about was what would change if I was Harry Potter. I didn’t want to be anyone’s savior and have my life planned and mapped like that. They’d even had who I was supposed to love picked out.
Before Remy and Logan, I probably wouldn’t have known the difference, just exchanged one cage for another, but they had given me a taste of freedom and I didn’t want to lose that. Nor did I want to lose them.
That was my fear. What was a godfather and could he take me from my Logan and my Remy?
The silence had dragged on until Wolverine could no longer take it.
“Well pup? Do you want to meet this guy or not?”
I shook my head. I didn’t care who he was and I didn’t care about who I was. I just wanted to be with my owners and left alone.
“I understand your dilemma" the Professor began. He wet his lips in deliberation. “And I do not wish to add to your burden, but I have always believed that one cannot have a future without fully accepting ones past.”
That sounded like the psycho-babble the First Doctor had spewed, but I nodded anyway. I had known it wouldn’t matter what I wanted.
“Also, if my understanding of the events that occurred while Elixar was healing you are correct, “Hah! I knew Elixar healed me. “Then your magic may have been unlocked. It could be dangerous not to have at least one wizard here to train you.”
That had honestly never occurred to me. Even at that very moment I could feel the part of me that had always been simmering uselessly below the surface, pushing and searching for ways to be of use.
“I urge you to consider these things. You have at least some time to consider your options.”
I nodded again; surprised that none of them had taken the decision from me yet.
“Now about Jean.”
At the red headed mutant’s name, both Wolverine and Gambit tensed.
“Logan, Remy, have you any ideas?”
Their smirks so resembled the ones the guards always wore that I couldn’t hold my shiver. It didn’t distract them.
“Remember boys that I will not condone physical harm to befall her nor send her from the facility, as the latter is a security risk.”
Their demeanors wilted slightly but they both still took turns coming up with ideas.
“Lock her up”
“Take ‘er food.”
“Put her in a coma until we need her.”
“Put ‘er on cleaning duty for de rest o’ ‘er life.”
“Do to her what she was going to do to my boy.”
“Make ‘er live le’ange’s life.”
The last two seemed to catch the Professor’s attention and his eyebrows rose, but then he got sad. He nodded.
“Yes, it would be fair, just, for her to experience the loss of what she was so willing to take from another.”
Remy seemed pleased, but even I could tell neither man was satisfied with that alone.
“Can you give her nightmares?” I wilted under their combined attention but didn’t retract it.
“The other night Remy said I had a nightmare, it was scary.” I reiterated at Logan’s prompting.
“Dat way she can still function dur’n de day.” Remy’s excitement over my idea made me blush, and Logan patting my back as praise exacerbated the situation.
Resigned, the Professor agreed and asked if I would allow him to take some of my more horrifying memories. I agreed. He could have as many as he wanted.
Being that close to someone other then Remy or Logan after a few days of space was disconcerting, but the Professor lowered his hands from my temples after a moment and I offered him my sleeve to wipe his tears. He chose to get a white square paper from a box instead.
X-men POV
Gambit and Wolverine left Xavier’s office and led Angelous back to Remy’s room.
Because, shortly after Gambit arrived at the mansion and the men gained rapport by being the only outcasts, they, independently, developed a way of non-verbal communication. Gambit’s empathy allowed him a small glimpse into Wolverine’s thoughts and when Wolverine cared enough to look, his well developed understanding of human nature and body language allowed him knowledge of Gambit’s.
As they led Angelous through the halls they utilized this unique understanding to hold a private and silent conversation.
They were accepting of Jean’s final punishment, provided it was carried out as promised, but still wanted to hurt her. Their main concern was talking to their boy about what happened earlier and correcting any misunderstandings that caused.
Although he didn’t express it, Wolverine was glad he’d finally claimed Gambit. Though he was upset about the circumstances, he wouldn’t allow Remy to take it back even if he had been feral. The Cajun was his, and soon his pup would be too.
Remy took charge as soon as the three of them were safely in his room and directed them into a comfortable position.
Angelous always seemed calmer when he was in Logan’s lap and could both see and touch them. Remy fluffed up pillows so he and Logan were in the corner, legs interlocked and leaning on either wall. Angelous was settled in the corner on their joined laps.
Wolverine raised one eyebrow when Gambit gave him a pointed look. There was no way the feral was starting it.
Remy could feel that their silence and nervous energy was scaring the boy more then the conversation would.
“We wan’ ta make sure ye’r ok about wa’ happ’n’d afte’ ye’ woke up.”
Angelous watched them carefully but didn’t say anything and Remy realized there was neither a question nor an order in his comment. He tried again.
“Wha’ did ye’ tink happen’?”
“Um…I woke up and Blue said the professor wanted to talk to us?”
Remy sighed and gazed at Logan imploringly. The feral rolled his eyes.
“No pup, the other time.”
“When you were feral?” The mutants noticed the quiver in their boy’s voice. Since it could have been for all sorts of reasons they let it go.
“Oui ange.”
“Um well, I woke up wrapped up in Wolverine’s arms. He…You…um…”
Logan forced Angelous to look directly at him when he spoke, “Its always me, even when I’m feral. Its still me and you’re still mine. I ain’t ‘shamed.”
Logan’s claim put a bright smile on Angelous’ face and when he spoke again his voice was void of fear and uncertainty.
“You were licking me. It was nice. I felt…safe. You kicked Elixar out of the bed and I got scared.” He focused on Logan like he was trying to apologize for being afraid. “I know I’m yours but I don’t like pain, and being used hurts. Remy, what did you do to make yourself..um..pointy?”
Remy smiled, unashamed that he’d enjoyed being fucked by Wolverine. He’d felt the feral’s possessive emotions and enjoyed feeling truly claimed and wanted. It had been some time since Gambit had felt like more then a passing fuck or a sex toy.
“Prepared m’self. Remy co’d sho ye’ how.”
The gleam in his eye excited both Wolverine and the boy, but Logan put a quick stop to it. He was all for learning on ones feet but he wasn’t going to claim his pup unless the boy knew and wasn’t afraid.
“Pup, were you only afraid because ya thought it would hurt?”
Angelous blinked and then tilted his head in consideration. They were glad the boy was working so hard to keep to the truth.
“No, I didn’t want it to be like the guards but you used Remy and it didn’t look so bad. And I liked the kiss thing. Maybe we could do it again?”
Logan nodded at the Cajun and Remy smiled at him.
“Oui ange, Remy likes kissing ye’.”
Remy leaned forward to gently press his lips to Angelous’. He only applied a little pressure and kept it unassuming and chaste.
After a moment, Remy pulled back. Angelous hadn’t responded and Remy wanted to make sure he wasn’t scared.
Angelous smiled softly and liked his lips, savoring the flavor, “I like your kisses.”
Logan chuckled, “That wasn’t a kiss pup. “ He pulled the boy against him “This is a kiss.”
Wolverine consumed the boy’s mouth. Angelous mewled and gasped and Logan forced his tongue deep in the boy’s maw. He mapped the contours of Angelous’ mouth and the green eyed beauty hesitantly touched Logan’s tongue with his own.
The feral growled at the simple touch and Angelous pulled back, “Sorry.”
“Non ange, Is a good growl. Wolfy likes it when ye’ kiss back.”
“Oh” Angelous whispered and leaned forward, his eyes locked on Logan’s in case he overstepped his bounds.
Logan waited patiently, but couldn’t hold in the rumble of pleasure when the boy tentatively put their lips together.
The boy’s eyes fell closed when Remy pressed against his back and buried his nose in the boy’s hair, smelling him. Angelous’ scent melded with the emotions Remy was drowning in. Gambit moaned when Angelous tentatively touched Logan’s lips with his tongue and the feral’s lust spiked.
Remy was surprised to feel more then lust and possession from the feral. Wolverine’s baser emotions were gentled by a conservative dose of tender feelings.
Not for one second did Gambit suspect any of those tender feelings were directed at him, but he was pleased Logan could feel them for their angel.
The boy gently licked and nibbled on Logan’s mouth for a few more minutes before pulling back.
Logan directed his dark head to his hairy neck but didn’t verbally instruct him. Because of this, Angelous only buried his face in Wolverine’s neck and sighed.
They may have coached him more but at that moment, Angelous tensed up between them and cried out. Remy pulled back, thinking his angel was having a flashback.
“Wha’ is it ange?”
“There are fifteen normals surrounding the building.”
AN: ha ha cliffhanger...I'll fix it soon.
Wolverine
* weapon x program, adamantium imbued
* remembers nothing from before weapon x
* lived in wild after escaping (like movie suggested, ignores origins)
* found and fought for and with x-men for Rogue
* stayed w/ x-men off and on to protect kids who he sees as cubs
* thinks the manor is a sweet deal, gets to do what he wants and occasionally gets to kill people
* powers, healing, beserker rage (feral mentality) bone claws
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