A/N: Well as I've started on saiyan heritage and made an alright progress, I'm going to try an X-men story that I considered trying.

So here we are!

What am I?

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived to the magical world of witches and wizards, Freak or boy to the durlsey family, was currently sitting on his 'bed' at number 4 Privet Drive, staring at his hands in wonder, and a little bit of fear. He had just been outside doing his morning jog, which he had started after he had arrived from his 5th year at Hogwarts. It was a stormy day, the storm still raging in fact but Harry was determined to do his jog in any case. All had seemed well, he was halfway through the 3 mile course he had planned, going through the forest, and that was when it happened, something that he knew would mess up his life even more than it already was. As he was jogging, a huge bolt of lightening had stuck one of the larger trees at the base, and it had immediately fell heading straight towards Harry. He had foolishly left his wand at home and could do nothing but raise his hands outwards in a foolish attempt to stop it.

That's when it happened.

The tree stopped, hanging in mid-air, he had stood, staring at it in shock, he could tell that somehow, this was nothing to do with magic, and he was confused, how the hell had he stopped it?

Before he got a chance to think about it, he had lost his grip, hold, or whatever he had on the tree, and it continued to fall, that's when the second thing happened…

He grew claws…

And not just any claws, metal ones that were extremely sharp and shiny.

They grew out of the skin between his knuckles, 3 on each hand, and before he could try and think about THEM! His 'instinct' kicked in, and he had slashed wildly at the tree, letting out a wolf-like snarl as he did so. The tree was cut into ribbons like a knife through soggy piece of paper.

How long he stood their he couldn't hazard to guess, he had just stood examining his new 'assets' He experimented about with them, and finally figured out how to retract them, he had to realise the pressure and they slid back in, as he examined the cuts left by them, before his very eyes they healed and disappeared leaving no trace that they were ever there.

He had ran home instantly and barricaded himself in his room, not caring what his relatives would say, he sat on his bed and studied his, well, powers he guessed. This defiantly had nothing to do with magic, and that's what worried him.

He stared at his hand, applying pressure to his bones, they felt like they as well were made of metal or lead, whatever had happened to him, he knew he had to stay calm, panicking would do him no good.

He clenched his fist, and with a slicing sound, his claws extended outwards. He examined them again, and more thoughts rushed through his mind, where had these come from? How did this happen? And more importantly…

What was he?

Xavier's School for gifted children

Professor Charles Xavier sat his helmet back down with a sigh. He had just used Cerebro, and this new mutant worried him. Harry Potter, England had the same mutant powers as Wolverine, enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, and reflexes, hyper-keen senses, healing factor, adamantium skeleton and retractable claws. They appeared to have just woken in the boy, and he may or may not know all of his powers. But what intrigued him was the boy's other power.

An exact copy of his own

The boy possessed vast telepathic abilities, he could, or would be able to after trained, read minds, project thoughts, release his astral form, and manipulate thoughts to control minds, alter memories, and cast illusions.

He also was psychokinetic, meaning he could lift, direct, and manipulate physical objects, project psionic force blasts, generate force fields, and fly.

Yes, this boy was special indeed, and needed to be trained before the rest of his abilities opened.

He had discovered only his minor mind abilities had appeared, telekinesis for example, and the main portion of his wolverine style powers had been accessed .

He closed his eyes and sent a message to Scot, Jean and Logan, telling them to meet him at the blackbird.

They had a mutant to find.