Chapter 7: Different

They locked eyes. From the look of her glowing-glance, he knew that Voldemort had yet another minion under his spell.

“Out of the way!” Logan yelled as he weaved through the crowd. His new-found fleshy additions were jiggling the whole time. He wanted to change into his superhero outfit that was redesigned for his feminine curves, but he didn’t want to give away the one advantage he had over…

“So you’re an actual mutant, no?” the woman questioned as she finally stopped in some dark, dingy alley. She was young. Early twenties. She still had the gun pointed firmly at the base of her skull, so Wolverine had no chance of stopping her.

“Leave her alone! I’m the one you want!” Logan shouted. “Or, is this your super power? Hiding behind defenseless people.”

Logan heard nothing and then suddenly the woman just vanished. He swung around, and that’s when he saw him…well he wasn’t sure if it was a man. It was just a figure in an oversized cloak.

“There, is that better?” the shadowy figure called out. He had this weird animal-like sound to his voice. Logan said nothing as he walked slowly towards the figure. His claws slowly sliced through his skin. “My…my…my…you are an interesting creature, Ms. Carol Danvers. And annoying too. Are you sure you’re not related to Harry Potter?”

“Name’s not Carol. It’s Logan. Don’t know no Harry?”

“Harry Potter?” Logan said nothing and shot Voldemort a confused look. “You’ve honestly never heard of Harry Potter? Lightning scar on his forehead. Annoying twit.”

“No.”

“Hogwarts student,” Voldemort said as he stood there stunned.

“What’s a Hogwart?”

“Dear God woman, everyone knows about Harry Potter—even in the states. And what kind of name for a woman is Logan?”

“Most people know me as Wolverine,” Logan said as he crept closer to the hooded figure.

“Like the animal?”

“No, like the leader of the X-men! I'm an Avenger with Iron Man and Captain America.”

“Are those names supposed to mean something to…” Voldemort ceased to speak as Logan lunged at him. He was too quick for him to retrieve his wand and…

“AAAAHHHH!” Logan screamed as he flew right through the figure and slammed into a brick wall. “I thought you were going to show yourself?!”

“I did. You went through me, Wolfman!”

“Wolverine!” Logan screamed as he dived right through Voldemort and this time landed in a puddle. “Seriously, stop doing…”

“I’m not doing…wait…you’re not from around here, are you,” Voldemort pondered as he moved closer to Wolverine.

“London?”

“No. My universe,” Voldemort said as he laughed a bit. "That's why we both can't touch each other."

"Ya think?" Wolverine grumbled as he slowly got up.

“So, if we’re from different worlds then how did you know about me?”

“Someone took a picture of you—in my world.”

“You got that half right mate,” a voice called out from the shadows. Both Wolverine and Voldemort swung around to see a man in a long, light brown trench coat walking towards them. He was smoking a cigarette.

“And who might you be?” Voldemort hissed.

“The name is John. John Constantine.”

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