Surrey Trouble

Wufei noticed the figure half hidden by a tree first.

“We’re being watched.”

“Probably someone curious about the new neighbours. Duo?”

“Gotcha. Hey! Come on out!”

“Subtle, real subtle.” The braided teen stuck his tongue out at the other pilot. They watched as the figure stepped out hesitantly. It turned out to be a teen, maybe a few years younger than them who bore a startling similarity to Heero, except for the green eyes hidden behind thick glasses. The boy stood nervously, still watching them.

“Hi! We’re new to the area. My name’s Duo, what’s yours?” Duo bounded over energetically but still with caution.

“Harry.”

“You live around here?”

“Privet drive.” Duo threw his arm around the other boys’ shoulders, ignoring the way he tensed.

“You’re practically our neighbour!” He steered Harry over to the other two who had stopped working.
“Guys this is Harry, he lives on Privet Drive. Harry, the cute blond is Quatre and the guy with a permanent scowl is Wufei.”

“It’s nice to meet you Harry.” Wufei nodded his agreement, lessening his scowl.

“Same. Are the three of you moving in or just helping?” Harry’s curiosity overrode his nervousness. He desperately wanted people to talk too since no one was writing to him, even to answer the letters he’d sent. He was once again completely cut off from the Wizarding World and what made it worse was his so-called family knew it. He knew better than to get his hopes up though, someone would scare them off in a few days, tops.

“Five of us actually. My boyfriend, Heero and Trowa, Quatre’s significant other won’t get here till tomorrow. I reckon they just didn’t want to help unpack.”

“Must be nice living with friends.” Harry’s smile was wistful.
“I better go, let you get back to what you were doing. It was nice to meet you.” He tried to move away and Duo gradually let his arm drop.

“You could stay for a while, you won’t be in the way and we’ll be stopping for lunch soon. Maybe you could tell us about the area.” Quatre ignored the others surprise; he could feel Harry’s sadness, pain and longing and wanted to help.

“I shouldn’t.” Harry backed up a step.”

“Is because of what Duo said? About our relationships?” Harry looked at him dumbly for a second.

“What? No. It’s not that, promise.” He backed up another step.

“Please stay.” Quatre gave him the look that could even make Heero cave sometimes, like when he was half dead, but it still counted. Duo grinned as Harry began to cave, another person succumbed to Quatre.

“Okay, just for a little while.” Quatre gave him a sunny smile, which Harry slowly returned.

“Great! Come on in, we’ll leave these two to the boxes. I need to get started on the kitchen or we’ll have nothing to eat with.” Harry obediently followed Quatre inside.

“No one can resist that look.” Duo laughed as Wufei snorted slightly.
“Skittish isn’t he?”

“Quite. He doesn’t exactly seem to fit around here, this is a high middle class area but his clothes.”

“Look like something I would have worn as a kid. Think he lied about where he lives?”

“Quatre would have noticed.”

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“You don’t want to associate with that boy.” The pilots turned to see one of their neighbours; Harry had only just disappeared from sight.

“What, Harry?”

“The Potter boy, he’s trouble. Nice young men such as yourselves shouldn’t be seen with his type.”

“His type?” Quatre looked at her in confusion.

“He’s a criminal. According to Petunia, he’s in a gang and everything.” The boys shared surprised looks. That didn’t seem to fit with what they had seen.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Everyone does their bit to support Petunia and Vernon, after everything they’ve done for that boy. They didn’t have to take the child in after his parents died in a crash, his father was drunk, always was apparently. They’ve done their best to raise him right but he’s as rotten as his parents. They’ve had to send him to St. Brutus’ since he was eleven; it’s a school for criminal children like him. You best had best keep your distance, who knows what he might do.”

“Thank you for the warning ma’am.” Quatre called as Duo dragged him back to the house, Wufei following. The door had barely closed before Duo was pacing.

“There’s no way any of that’s true! Ok, so he’s pretty much dressed in rags, that’s neglect not gang membership! Back me up Quat!”

“Relax Duo, I felt nothing violent from him, just pain and loneliness. It seems that by spreading these stories his family have ensured he is alone. What do you think Wufei?”

“I think that if you really want to know you should check the student records at St. Brutus’.”

“Great idea Fei!” Duo ran for his laptop. Quatre hovered over his shoulder while Wufei tried to act uninterested. The only sound for a few minutes was the clacking of keys.

“Okay, got the school.” Another silence.
“Yes! No record of any Harry Potter ever attending! I knew the kid wasn’t like that, he doesn’t even have the attitude for someone like that.”

“I think we should keep an eye out for him, let him know we don’t believe the rumours. I think he’s expecting us to.”

“Why not? Obviously everyone else does, poor guy.” Duo closed down his computer with a smile.

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Heero paused at the entrance to the park. Sitting on the only unbroken swing was a boy who looked a lot like him from the back. The others had filled him and Trowa in on the teen when they’d arrived the night before. Knowing how worried Duo and Quatre were that they wouldn’t see him again was the only reason he moved forward.

“Harry?” The boy started, nearly falling from the swing.

“Who are you?”

“Heero.”

“Duo’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” Harry offered a small smile.

“He and Quatre are worried about you.”

“Why?” There was genuine confusion in the other teen’s voice.

“They believe you do not plan to come back.”

“Surely someone’s told them…” Harry’s head dropped.

“The lies about you?” Harry looked up shocked.

“They don’t believe?”

“No. Neither do I.”

“Thanks. Maybe I’ll stop by in a few days.” Heero studied the boy, who much to the others embarrassment, they’d found was only three months younger than Quatre. Something was off with the way he was sitting.

“Quatre has planned a picnic. It would make him happy if you came.”

“I can’t, not for a few days.”

“You are injured.”

“It’s nothing, I fell. Just clumsy sometimes.” Harry moved away as Heero stepped closer. He didn’t really want to have too much to do with the boy, they wouldn’t be here very long but Duo and Quatre really liked him. Even Wufei seemed to care about the skittish boy.

“We’ll treat your injuries for you.”

“No, really, it’s fine.” Heero ignored him and grabbed his arm, intending to pull him along if he had to. He didn’t expect the pained yelp it earnt him. Heero simply changed his grip and pulled Harry along towards the house.

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Hearing a commotion from the drive Duo opened the door and then promptly started laughing, gaining the others attention. The four pilots stood in the doorway watching an annoyed Heero pull a struggling Harry along.

“At least he hasn’t shot him.”

“Yet, he keeps that up much longer and he might. Anyone else think it’s creepy how much they look alike. Change the eye colour, build Harry up and loose the classes and they’d be nearly identical.”

“That could cause trouble for Harry once we’re gone if OZ starts snooping.”

“Maybe. Hey Harry! Better give up, Heero’s a pretty persistent guy.”

“I noticed.” Smiles were exchanged as Harry grumbled.

“He’s injured.” Heero let go once they were safely inside and the door was shut.

“What happened?” Quatre’s were wide with worry.

“It’s nothing, I fell. I shouldn’t be here.” He edged towards the door.

“Don’t even think about it buddy.” Duo blocked him.
“You’re going to sit down and let us judge for ourselves. Then you can join us for our picnic.”

“I can’t, I still have chores to do.”

“Sure you can. Now sit.” Harry automatically sat but pushed himself deep into the couch, trying to keep them from getting to close.

“Harry no one’s going to hurt you.” Harry looked away from Quatre’s kind eyes.
“You haven’t met Trowa yet.” He indicated the taller youth who nodded politely.
“He doesn’t talk much.”

“Yeah, Quat and I seem to go for the silent broody types.” That earnt a small laugh from their guest.

“Please let us help?” Harry sighed and then removed his shirt, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. A variety of swear words were heard.

“You did not get those from a fall!Who did this?”

“Just leave it, please.”

“Duo, go get the first aid kit. Water please Trowa.” Harry was forced to sit still and endure the two more talkative teens mother-henning. Gradually he started to relax, their actions reminding him of madam Pomfrey in a way. Duo grinned as Harry’s head finally fell forward, catching him easily as he went to slide off the couch.

“Mind if I put him in the spare bed in your room?” Duo asked Wufei.

“Go ahead.” Quatre followed to help settle the sleeping teen.

“They’re getting attached.” Trowa commented.

“Hn.” Heero kept his eyes on the hall the three had disappeared down.

“All three will be hurt when we leave. Harry the most I think, he obviously has no friends here.” The three exchanged looks but knew there was nothing they could do.

Wufei’s hand went to his gun as he came awake. He paused to listen, trying to work out what had woken him. He tensed as he heard a low moan before remembering that Harry was in the other bed. He slipped his fingers from around the trigger and got up, silently moving across the room. In the faint light from the window he could make out Harry, moving restlessly, obviously dreaming. He bent closer as the other teen began to mutter, frowning at the words and his obvious distress.

“Harry, wake up.” He kept his voice soft, not wanting to startle the injured boy. He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder and the boy screamed.
“Harry wake up!” Footsteps alerted him to the fact that the others had been woken.

“Fei?”

“He’s having a nightmare.” Guns were quickly hidden, as Harry started awake.
“Calm down Harry.”

“What? Where am I?”

“Someone turn on the light, Harry shield your eyes.” The light came on and Harry gradually lowered his arm, accepting his glasses. He blinked owlishly at them.

“What happened?”

“You were having a nightmare and screamed when I tried to wake you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Wait, what time is it?”

“Two am.”

“What? I have to get home!”

“In the morning.”

“They’ll be mad enough if I sneak in now, it’ll be worse if I’m not there when they get up.” Harry tried to get up but Duo moved forward to help Wufei restrain him.

“Did you make them mad? Is that why you’re hurt?”

“What? You think Uncle Vernon did this?”

“Then who did?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’ll be gone in a few days.”

“Hate to break it to you but injuries like that’ll take weeks to heal.” Duo pointed out.

“I heal fast, always have. I really need to go.”

“Look, one of us will take you in the morning. We can explain it wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re not going to let me leave are you?”

“Nope. Don’t bother trying to sneak out either, we’re all really light sleepers.”

“Please stay Harry.” Quatre once again used the eyes and Harry looked down.

“Alright.”

“Great, well we better head back to bed. Night all.” Duo dragged Heero back to their room.

“If you want to talk about your dream I will listen.” Quatre offered.

“Thanks, but… I can’t.”

“That’s fine, the offer is always open.” Harry nodded and Quatre let Trowa lead him back to their room.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” Harry took his glasses off to rub his eyes.

At least it wasn’t one of Maxwell’s pranks.”

“Duo likes pranks?”

“Please don’t tell me you do.” Wufei groaned and Harry laughed slightly.

“Not me. My Dad and his friends were great pranksters at school and I have some friends who have proudly followed their tradition. School is certainly quiet since they left.”

“Please don’t give him any ideas.”

“Okay.” Harry lay back down and Wufei turned the lights back out before getting into his own bed.
“Wufei?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks, for waking me.”

“No problem, get some sleep.”

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“You really don’t have to do this.” Harry stood with Quatre and Trowa at the end of his driveway.

“Nonsense, it was our fault you didn’t come home last night.”

“Yeah, but.”

“Quatre will get his way, just give in now.” Quatre elbowed his lover but laughed at the taller teens comment.

“Fine, just don’t let them get to you.” Harry headed resolutely up the drive, hoping the door was unlocked. No such luck, he rang the doorbell. A few seconds later it was wrenched open by an irate Vernon Dursley.

“Where have you been! That’s it! I’ve had enough of your Freakish.”

“Mr. Dursley?” Vernon paused and looked down to see a polite young man.

“Yes?”

“I’m really sorry we kept Harry out all night. He fell asleep and we just didn’t have the heart to wake him. I apologise if our actions caused your family to worry. We are new to the area and haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Quatre and this is Trowa.”

“More freaks boy? I won’t have it!”

“They aren’t!”

“Don’t talk back! Get to your room.”

“Yes Uncle Vernon. Thanks for walking me back guys.” Harry slipped upstairs silently.

“Well? Get out of here! I won’t have freaks like you around here!” With that he slammed the door in their faces leaving a very stunned Quatre and a concerned Trowa.

“What happened?” The blond turned a bewildered look upon his lover.

“Lets go.”

“Do you think he’ll hurt Harry?” Quatre looked back at the house to see an upstairs curtain move and reveal Harry. He waved at the teen and was happy when Harry waved back before letting the curtain fall back into place.

“He seems all talk.”

“What do you think he meant by freaks?”

“Unknown. You should ask Harry.”

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It had been nearly a week since they’d last seen Harry and Duo and Quatre were both concerned. So far their stay in Surrey had been quite, with only Wufei and Trowa having to leave for a short mission each. There had been no sign of OZ troops in the area so they were taking the chance to relax a bit.

“What are you doing Duo?”

“Looking at Harry’s records.”

“Found anything interesting?”

“Bits and pieces, this is really more Hee-chan's thing than mine.”

“Can I see?”

“Sure. I’ve found his birth certificate. Harry James Potter, born 31st of July AC 178 to James and Lily Potter. Parents deceased 31 October AC 179. No further records till he was enrolled at the local primary school in 184, average and below average grades after the first three weeks, before that he was at the top of the class. A few medical records, broken bones, bad case of pneumonia, nothing too unusual for a kid. No records after 189, he never enrolled in high school.”

“Do you think his family?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll pay him a visit this afternoon. Want to come?”

“Yes, just be prepared, his uncle is not a very polite man.”

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“Yes.” The two boys smiled politely at the thin woman who had opened the door.

“Good afternoon ma’am. I’m Quatre and this is Duo, we are looking for.”

“Dudley! Your friends are here! Do come in dears.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Dursley but we’re looking for Harry Potter.” They looked up at the stairs as a boy the size of a small whale came thundering down them.

“Who are you? Hey, you’re those new kids. Are you a guy? Why’s your hair so long, you look like a girl!”

“Duo, don’t.” Quatre whispered urgently as his friend tensed.
“Is Harry here?”

“I don’t know who you are talking about. There’s no Harry here.”

“But, I dropped him off just last week, your husband let him in.”

“Get out! There is no Harry Potter here! I won’t have freaks around my poor Dudley. Go!”

“But…”

“Out!” Duo grabbed a shocked Quatre and bolted out the door.

“What a B…”

“Duo!”

“Sorry Quat. What the hell is going on in there? You sure we went to the right place?”

“Of course, number 4 Privet drive. That window is Harry’s, he waved goodbye from it.”

“So lets see if he’s up there.” They slipped back into the yard and Duo quickly climbed the tree near the window Quatre had indicated. He peered through a gap in the curtains and frowned at what he saw. The room was nearly empty, just an old bed, closet and desk. There was an empty birdcage on the desk and he could see some clothed through the partially open closet door but the room was otherwise empty, no sign of Harry. It took seconds for Duo to get the window open and slip in. He managed to find a scrap of paper and wrote a quick note, hiding it partially under the cage, before leaving.

“Well?”

“He wasn’t in there. I’ve seen cells that are nicer than that room. Think we can call in a child abuse claim?”

“Maybe. But we still don’t know where Harry is.”

“Maybe the other’s will come up with an idea.” The two headed back to the safe house silently, their worry for the green eyed teen growing.

Heero slowly ran his fingers through his lovers long chestnut hair, marvelling at the texture. He still sometimes had trouble believing he was allowed this close, Duo was very protective of his hair, not even their fellow pilots were allowed to touch it. He looked down as sleepy amethyst eyes blinked up at him.

“You’re back.”

“Hn.”

“Not hurt?”

“No, go back to sleep.” Heero slid down in the bed, allowing Duo to curl around him.

“Kay, night Hee-chan.”

“Night Duo.” Heero watched Duo drift off before letting himself relax into sleep.

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“You guys didn’t see the cell Harry calls a room! I say we get him out of there!”

“How exactly were you planning on doing that Maxwell? Kidnap him?”

“If we have to!”

“And then what? Drag him around with us? How long do you think it would take for him to get caught?”

“What about Catherine and the circus? Or one of Quatre’s places? He’d be safe enough there.”

“You have no proof, just random pieces of information.”

“So where’s he been for the last ten days?”

“London.” The two arguing boys turned to see Harry standing in the doorway.

“Harry! Are you okay?” Duo dashed over, scanning for any new injuries.

“I’m fine Duo. What’s going on?”

“Other than the fact you disappeared?”

“Oh, didn’t think anyone would notice.” Harry shrugged.

“Friends tend to notice.”

“Friends?”

“Sure, I mean you want to be friends, don’t you?” Duo stared innocently at Harry, making him laugh.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Duo threw his arm around Harry’s shoulders and dragged him further into the room.

“Quatre will be happy to see you, pity you just missed him and Trowa, they left this morning for a few days. Trowa said something about a romantic getaway.”

“Sounds fun.”

“So what did you do in London Harry?” Wufei joined the conversation.

“School shopping mainly, only just over a month before it starts up again. I am so glad it’s my last year.” Harry tried to keep his tone light, hiding his pain. He’d spent the last ten days at HQ, being ignored by his so called friends unless they were prying for information on any dreams he’s had or how he was coping with everything. Only Remus had sought him out to just talk, the werewolf was the only reason these days that Harry hadn’t cut ties and run. But even that reason was becoming not enough. They both knew Remus was dieing; a combination of his violent transformations, unimaginable stress and emotional trauma plus his mate’s death had all taken their toll. He was basically only hanging on for Harry, to see him reach his majority and become free. It had been Remus who had helped Harry set things up in advance. The teen simply saw no real reason anymore to sacrifice everything for a bunch of hypocritical cowards. If Voldemort had still been targeting muggles Harry would have fought but the Dark Lord had turned his attention solely on the Magical world. When, and only when, he turned to the muggle world would Harry interfere again.

“You don’t enjoy school?”

“Just because you’re a bookworm Fei, doesn’t mean everyone else is.”

“It’s okay most of the time. Just ready to get out I guess.” Wufei nodded.

“So, got anything planned for your birthday?”

“Why?”

“So we know wether to plan something silly.”

“Uh…”

“Thought so. Just leave everything to me buddy, it’ll be the best birthday you’ve ever had!”

“Thanks Duo.”

“No problem! That’s what friends are for.”

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“Harry!” The blond threw himself at the younger boy.

“Hello Quatre.”

“Where were you? We were so worried! We went to your house and your Aunt said she’d never heard of you, then Duo climbed into your room but you weren’t there so he left a note. Are you alright?” Harry managed to disentangle himself from Quatre amidst laughter and smiles.

“Let him breathe Quat! Idiot went to London and didn’t think anyone would care to notice he was gone. Fei and I set him straight though.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Just glad you are okay.”

“Maxwell is throwing a party for Harry’s birthday in three days.”

“Really? Great! Will Heero be back in time?”

“He got back the same morning you left, he was just asleep so you didn’t see him. I sent him out to do some shopping but he should be back soon.”

“We’re both jetlagged so we’re going to get some sleep. I’m glad you’re alright Harry.”

“It is good to see you again, we were all worried.” Trowa commented as they left for their bedroom.

“I think that’s the most I’ve heard him say.”

“Trowa doesn’t talk a lot. Usually it’s up to Quat and me to carry the conversation around here. Don’t let it get to you. You sure you won’t forget? You have to be here by nine am sharp.”

“I will be. See you then.” Harry left for home. He found his determination to disappear wavering; he didn’t want to hurt his new friends, especially Duo and Quatre. But he couldn’t stay with the Dursley’s anymore and if he stayed in the area the Order would find him too soon.

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“Hello Heero.” Heero studied Harry as he let him in. He was dressed a lot better than the first time they’d met, his blue jeans and green shirt were obviously new, birthday presents from school friends perhaps?

“Harry, happy birthday.” Harry flashed him a surprised smile and Heero found himself giving a small smile in return.

“Harry! Guys he’s here!”

“Duo! The whole street will here you.” But Harry was laughing. Duo looked him over and grinned.

“Love the new clothes.”

“Thanks. Am I early?”

“Nope, we’re all set. Got everything I told you to bring?”

“Yeah.” Actually he had everything he owned in his pocket, curtesy of a late night visit from Moony. He didn’t plan to return to Privet drive tonight.

“Great. As your birthday surprise we are treating you to a complete makeover. Don’t worry about the cost, Quat’s footing the bill and trust me on this, he can easily afford it. Then it’s off to the movies, maybe more shopping and dinner.”

“You don’t have to go to so much trouble.”

“Don’t bother Harry, Maxwell’s determined and Quatre is backing him up on this.”

“As long as he doesn’t try to fill your wardrobe with only black.”

“What’s wrong with black? Especially with Harry’s colouring, it’ll look great on him!”

“There’s also nothing wrong with some colour.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on! Time’s a wasting!”

“How much caffeine has he had?” Harry was eyeing Duo like he was one of Hagrid’s pets.

“I counted two cups.” Wufei said.

“Oh dear, he was on his second before you got up. That’s at least four cups.”

“Come on!” Heero sighed and grabbed Duo’s braid, using it like a leash to contain the hyperactive terrorist.

“Hee-chan! Let go!”

“Hn, not until you settle down.” The others laughed or smirked at that.

“So where are we going?”

“London!” Harry nodded, hopefully no one from the Order would be around the areas they would or he’d get caught.

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“Please say we can sit soon!” Harry begged. He’d never realised shopping could be such torture. They’d been at it for close to five hours now and Harry was ready to drop. He had the promised clothes plus accessories, not to mention a new pair of stylish glasses and contacts, a Discman and music, at least a dozen books and now Duo was trying to drag him into a store to get his ear pierced!
“I am not piercing my ear! You like them so much you get one!”

“Come on Harry, they say it only hurts for a few seconds.”

“He obviously doesn’t want to Duo so drop it.”

“Fine, how about a haircut?”

“Duo!” Five exasperated voices yelled.

“Alright, alright. How about lunch?”

“Can’t believe you’re still hungry with all the junk food we’ve eaten already.” Harry shook his head and went to follow but froze as he spotted someone very familiar.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Quatre sent him a concerned look but the others looked where Harry was looking.

“Harry? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at your Aunt’s? It isn’t safe! Andwho are these boys?”

“Hullo Tonks, nice to see you too.”

“Harry….”

“It’s not really any of your business what I’m doing so drop it. And these are my friends. Have a nice day.” Harry turned and headed for the food-court leaving behind one stunned Auror. The five pilots shot suspicious looks at her before following Harry.

“Harry? Are you alright?” They’d caught up to him a few stores away. He was leaning against a wall, breathing hard.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine. Can we just forget about her?” The five exchanged glances.

“Ok, if you’re sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, really. Just wasn’t expecting to see her.”

“Who is she?”

“My godfathers cousin. She’s been a bit overprotective since he died.” Harry started walking. The others knew there was a lot more to it than that but decided to let it go for the moment, they could always ask again tomorrow.

Harry stayed tense, watching for the Order, surely Tonks would have alerted Dumbledore. He just had to get through today.

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“What is going on?” Heero cornered Harry in the theatres restroom.

“What do you mean?” Heero gave him the famous death glare but the younger teen shrugged it off, Dementors were scarier.

“Something is going on, you’ve been tense since we ran into that woman.”

“It’s nothing Heero. I just was looking forward to a day with you guys without anyone else barging in.”

“You’re lying.”

“Heero please drop it.”

“No.” Harry frowned and turned away, leaning against the sinks. He sighed in frustration, Heero was just too stubborn.

“Look, I’d tell you if I could but I can’t. Please, leave it alone?”

“Are you in danger?” Harry laughed but it was bitter, causing Heero to frown.

“All my life. Don’t tell the others but I’m leaving tonight. Everything’s arranged. So don’t go bugging the Dursley’s, they’ll find out I’m gone tomorrow and will have enough people banging on the door trying to find me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Not sure yet. Out of England, somewhere.” Heero stared at him.

“You’re running.”

“Brilliant deduction. Yeah I am. You don’t want to get involved, it’s bad enough Tonks saw us together. I didn’t want you guys dragged into this.”

“Hey Heero, what’s taking you two so long?”

“Better go before Duo gets the wrong idea about us.” Harry slipped past him and out the door.

“Heero? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Come on, movie’s starting.” Heero followed, frowning. What was Harry running from and why was he worried about their safety because of it?

Harry could feel Heero’s eyes on him the entire movie. He kept his attention on the movie, ignoring the other teen as much as he could. Why did Heero have to be so pushy? Now Harry was feeling even worse for wanting to leave without saying goodbye. He smiled as he caught sight of Quatre curled up, nearly in Trowa’s lap, not that his boyfriend seemed to mind. Even Heero had Duo’s braid wrapped securely around his hand with its owner leaning against him slightly. Harry met Wufei’s curious gaze and indicated the two couples. The Chinese teen smirked and turned his attention back to the screen. If only Heero would do the same! They were watching some movie about magic, Harry couldn’t remember the name, and it was hard not to laugh at how much they got wrong. Although it was a little eerie when they got some of it very right. Harry forced himself to relax and enjoy the movie, after all it was his first ever trip to the movies and he refused to let Heero ruin it for him.

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“What’s wrong?” Heero quirked an eyebrow at his lover.

“You and Harry have been acting odd since the movie. So what gives?” Heero checked to make sure Harry was far enough out of earshot. He smirked as he spotted him and Wufei standing close together, heads bent over a book. His expression turned serious as he turned back to Duo, Quatre had dragged Trowa off somewhere.

“Harry’s planning to run tonight.”

“What?”

“He plans on disappearing tonight when we drop him off. And he wasn’t intending for anyone to find out in advance.”

“Good thing you’re so stubborn then. He say why?”

“No. I asked if he was in danger and he laughed but it was bitter.”

“Have you checked his records?”

“Hn.”

“There are huge gaps but no reason for them. There’s not even any records of the Dursley’s taking custody, it’s like he just appeared on their doorstep! You don’t think he’s a spy or he’d already be dead so what do you think?”

“That we confront him tonight and that he’s headed this way.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, thanks guys. Best birthday I’ve had.” Harry leant back in the seat; so far Heero hadn’t done anything or let on that he knew what Harry was going to do so he’d started to relax. Big mistake.

“Heero, Harry lives the other way.” Quatre pointed out as they turned away from Privet Drive.

“We need to talk.” Harry tensed and then slumped in the seat, not much he could do while in a moving vehicle. Quatre started sending nervous looks between the two similar looking teens, he liked Harry and was worried, especially since he’d felt the other teens growing unease. They pulled into their driveway and got out, Harry ready to bolt but Heero was faster, and he kept a tight grip on a squirming Harry’s arm.

“Heero let me go!”

“No.” He dragged Harry into the house and shoved him down onto the couch. Harry rubbed his sore arm while glaring at Heero.

“Would someone explain to the rest of us what is going on?” Wufei was standing against the wall; arms crossed and scowl in place. Only Harry squirmed under the various looks, Heero remained impassive.

“Harry?”

“It’s nothing!” Heero scowled at him.

“Either tell them or I will.” Harry glared at Heero but kept his mouth shut.
“Harry was planning to leave tonight, without telling anyone.”

“You were planning to run away? Why? If something’s wrong we can help you Harry.”

“No you can’t Quatre, no one can.” The second part was said so softly only Wufei heard since he was standing the closest.

“We’re your friends Harry, you could have come to us. Is it your relatives? I’m sure Heero or Wufei could go threaten them for you. Or you could stay here, we have a spare bed.”

“I can’t. I need to leave, people will eventually come looking for me.”

“At least stay tonight and we can talk it through in the morning. Please Harry.” Harry caved at the hurt in Quatre’s voice, nodding his agreement. Besides, he was feeling rather sleepy all of a sudden. He stood and followed Wufei to their room. Duo laughed.

“Man Quat, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger! What’s wrong?” Duo frowned as Trowa wrapped Quatre in his arms.

“He’s so scared but determined. He’s expecting to die.”

“Not on my watch. We could always drug him and drag him off to one of your places that’s in the middle of nowhere, then he’d be stuck.”

“Duo! That’s kidnapping!”

“So? I think it’s safe to say we all like Harry and none of want him doing something that’ll get himself killed. Besides, why not add kidnapping to our rather long list of offences?”

“He’s safe for tonight.” Heero stated with certainty.

“Hope he won’t try to sneak out.”

“He won’t.”

“Heero… What did you do?” He didn’t answer as Wufei walked back in, frowning.
“Wufei?”

“Who drugged him?”

“What?”

“He started stumbling half way down the hall and was pretty much unconscious by the time we got to the room, not to mention the incoherent mumbling. He was completely out when I got him into bed. So who drugged him?”

“Heero! You can’t go around drugging people.”

“Hn.” They watched as he discarded the empty syringe. Obviously he’d injected Harry while holding his arm.

“Better hope he doesn’t react to the drugs, or you’re helping him through it. Now explain what is going on!” Wufei’s scowl was at full force causing Quatre to smile slightly. Trowa was the only one to notice but filed the information away for later, like when they were cuddled up in bed.

“He was planning on disappearing without even saying goodbye.” The other four just stared at Heero.

“So you drugged him? Damn it Heero, you can’t do that! Do you really blame him for wanting to get away? You saw his injuries and I saw what he calls a bedroom. Quatre got a double dose of the poor guys relatives. What sane kid wouldn’t run as soon as they could?”

“He’s in danger.” That shut Duo up.

“What do you mean?”

“I asked, he said all his life.”

“What, so someone’s after him? For what? It’s not like he’s meant to save the world or anything, that seems to be our job.”

“Good thing he is drugged Maxwell or your yelling would have woken him and then we’d have a fun conversation.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“We let him stay here until we leave and then give him alternatives.” Quatre tilted his head up so he could see Trowa’s face.

“What if OZ tracks us down?”

“Make sure he gets out first. He’s a non-combatant, they won’t hurt him. They may detain him for a little while but they’d have to let him go. We could even teach him stuff in case he still insists on doing things on his own.” Duo pulled Heero down beside him on the couch to use as a pillow.

“What sort of things?”

“Basic self-defence, lock picking, maybe stuff about fake ids.” Duo shrugged.

“When will the drugs wear off?”

“Sometime after 8am. I gave him a light dose because of his weight and possible reactions.”

“So lets go to bed. We’ll talk to him tomorrow.” The five split up to their respective rooms after exchanging goodnights.

Wufei paused to watch Harry sleep; well technically he was unconscious due to drugs. He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted a limp hand, checking Harry’s pulse and listening to his breathing. Everything was normal for someone who’d been sedated. He brushed Harry’s bang off his face, studying the odd scar the move revealed. Harry was always careful to keep it as concealed as possible. He looked so peaceful just lying there, unlike when he was awake. Awake you could see the pain in his eyes and the always-present tension.

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Quatre lay content in Trowa’s arms, almost purring as hands ran continuously through his hair. He loved the time they managed together. The last few weeks had been good, since moving to Surrey they hadn’t had many missions.

“Why were you smiling?” Trowa’s soft voice broke the blissful silence.

“Hm?” Quatre was almost asleep thanks to the soothing hands.

“When Wufei was telling Heero off, you smiled.” Quatrestarted waking up since Trowa obviously wanted to talk.

“Wufei was being protective, wasn’t he?”

“He is sharing a room with Harry, if he reacts it will disturb him.”

“That wasn’t it and you know it love.”

“Don’t interfere little one, there are still a lot of questions where Harry is concerned. None of us wish to see Wufei hurt.”

“Harry isn’t dangerous, not to us. He needs someone just as much as Wufei does. Wufei needs someone to help him lighten up and Harry does have a mischievous streak, we just haven’t seen it much yet. Harry needs someone strong who will be wiling to stand by him. It’s perfect.”

“Please Quatre, if it is perfect then it will happen. Don’t interfere.”

“I promise.” They cuddled closer and Trowa watched silently as Quatre drifted off to sleep before following.

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“I’m still not totally happy with you.” Heero looked at his lover and sighed. Duo pulled him closer, tucking his head under Heero’s chin.
“You shouldn’t have been so sneaky. I don’t think Harry’s going to be happy if he works it out. But, you did what you felt was right to keep him safe. You’ve opened up quicker around him than most people, why?” Heero hugged Duo, thinking his question over.

“I don’t know. There’s something about him, like to an extent he knows what we’ve been through and won’t judge.”

“Well he lost his parents so he certainly fits in with us. He has also lost people recently so he knows how it feels. I hope he stays.”

“Me too.”

“I think someone might have a crush.”

“Who?”

“Fei.”

“Did you see him starting to get protective?”

“Don’t tease him about it. You don’t know how Harry will react. You could end up hurting them both.”

“I won’t do anything, but I reserve the right to start locking them in closest in six months time.”

“Agreed. Now go to sleep.” Heero pulled him even closer, listening as Duo’s breathing deepened and evened out into sleep. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head before settling down to sleep.

“Morning Fei!” Duo bounced into the kitchen causing Wufei to groan.

“What’s wrong? Harry okay?”

“Still sleeping. Even drugged he had nightmares and since he was drugged I couldn’t wake him up.”

“Ouch! Just don’t shoot Heero, he thought he was doing the right thing.”

“Alright… I’ll teach Harry how to shoot and let him do it.” Duo pouted and Wufei smiled.

“Not funny. Where are the lovebirds?”

“Still asleep.” They turned to face Heero as he entered, hair still wet from his shower. Duo went to give him a morning kiss. Wufei shook his head at the two.

“Harry?”

“Asleep. For future reference don’t drug someone you know has nightmares.”

“Did you get any sleep Fei?”

“Some. He seems to have been sleeping fairly naturally for the last two hours so he could wake any time.”

“Right, so who wants to wake the lovebirds?” Heero simply moved to get breakfast and Wufei started reading the paper.
“Okay.” Duo headed for their bedroom. The two other pilots waited.

“DUO!” They blinked as Duo blurred past and then the front door slammed. Heero snickered slightly behind his coffee mug and Wufei shook his head. A few seconds later they were confronted by one mad blond pilot.
“Where is he?” Quatre all but growled. The other two just shrugged. They waited and sure enough the front door slammed again.

“What’s going on?” They turned back to the hall to see Harry leaning heavily on the doorjamb, barely awake. He started to sway but Trowa came up behind him and caught him, guiding Harry to a seat.
“What happened? Why am I so tired?” He yawned, trying to keep his eyes open.

“Duo decided to wake Trowa and Quatre, Quatre is now chasing him around the neighbourhood. As to why you’re tired, ask Yuy.” Wufei placed a coffee mug in Harry’s hands helping him with the first few sips until the caffeine hit his system.

“Heero?”

“You still have some sedative in your system, technically you should still be unconscious.” That helped Harry wake up even further.

“You drugged me! Why?” It didn’t take Quatre’s abilities to know how betrayed Harry was feeling.

“You were about to do something stupid and would not listen to reason.”

“So you drugged me.”

“Yes.”

“You had no right!”

“Friends protect each other, I protected you.” With that Heero headed outside to track the other two down.

“Did you guys know what he was doing?”

“No, I suspected when you were suddenly unable to stay on your feet.”

“When was that?”

“When I helped you to the bedroom.”

“Oh, I don’t remember that.”

“You were already pretty far gone. Were you really going to leave?”

“That was the plan.”

“Why?”

“What does it matter?” Harry put his head down on the table. Trowa moved around the kitchen, gathering food.

“Here, eat.” Harry sat up, accepting the food.

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The six had moved into the living room, Duo carefully keeping his distance from Quatre and Trowa while Harry stayed as far as he could from Heero, wary of a repeat of the previous night. He’d finally woken up fully after a shower and had changed into some of the clothes they’d bought the previous day. He wasn’t sure how much of the clothing he’d actually ever wear, the tight jeans were a little revealing for his tastes. Unfortunately, he’d forgotten to take clothes into the bathroom with him so Duo had picked out his outfit and then passed it through. So, much to his discomfort, he was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, hiking boots and a tight white t-shirt with an unbuttoned dark blue dress shirt thrown over it. It had been his choice to forgo his glasses and try a pair of his new contact lenses.

“Looking good Harry.” Duo grinned at Harry’s glare. Duo was dressed in black like usual but not his priests’ outfit since they had to blend in. The only change Heero had made to his wardrobe was to exchange his shorts for jeans. The other three were dressed per normal since out of the five they had the most normal dress sense.

“Duo.”

“What Hee-chan? He does, besides someone had to break the silence.”

“Hn.”

“Harry, why weren’t you going to say good bye?” Harry ducked his head, refusing to meet Quatre’s eyes. He was not going to fall for the puppy look again!

“Didn’t you think we’d miss you?” Harry’s head shot up.

“No! You proved that when I went to London. It’s just I…” Harry trailed off, not knowing how to continue. How on earth could he explain without telling them things that could get him thrown into prison?

“Is it your family? Please Harry, you can tell us.”

“No, I can’t.” Harry stared at his shoes, they were really fascinating.

“We want to help you Harry but we can’t if you won’t talk to us.” Wrong thing to say.

“I didn’t ask for your help! If you hadn’t interfered I would have been gone last night! I can’t stay! Just stop trying to help, I can take care of myself!” Shocked silence followed Harry’s explosion while he stood there, breathing hard. Wufei got up and pushed him back into his seat, glaring at Harry the whole time.

“You’re right, you didn’t ask for help. However, we are your friends and friends help each other. You don’t want to tell us why you need to run, fine. But you will let us help or I will drug you myself!” Harry’s mouth had fallen open in shock and he simply stared at the irate pilot. He gradually nodded and Wufei backed off slightly.

“Way to go Wu-man.”

“Don’t call me that Maxwell.” He growled at the braided teen.

“You can stay here for now Harry, no one knows to look for you here. We’ll be leaving in a month or so and you can come with us. Trowa’s sister is with a circus, you could stay with them. They travel all the time so it’s a good place to hide. Or you could stay at one of my places. Both options get you out of the country. Just answer one question please?” Harry nodded at Quatre, still slightly in shock from how he’d yelled at them and then Wufei yelling back.

“Are you in trouble with the law or in danger?”

“It’s not legal but I am in danger. Anyone who hangs around me long enough is. Guess that’s why Hermione and Ron have finally left me.” He whispered the last bit but they still heard.

“Who?”

“Friends, well they used to be. I don’t know maybe they never were and I was just too naive to see it.”

“Well, we ARE your friends Harry. We want to help you.”

“Yeah, we can even teach you really neat tricks like how to pick locks, hack computers and fight. So what do you say?” Harry just stared at them, too shocked to say anything.
“I think we broke him.” That earnt a laugh from all but Harry who stuck his tongue out at Duo.

“You’re really serious?”

“YES!” Quatre grinned sheepishly as everyone stared at him.

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I’ll stay, for now. I reserve the right to leave at a later date though.”

“That’s’ the best we’re going to get, isn’t it?” Harry smiled.

“Yeah.”

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Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived and the Saviour of the Wizarding World had disappeared. He hadn’t been seen or heard from since his seventeenth birthday. The Order members sent to retrieve him that very night had found nothing but an empty room and three very mad muggles. They had tried everything to find the missing saviour but he had seemingly vanished off the face of the Earth, they’d even tried tracking charms on owls but the birds simply returned, letters untouched.

All of this made Albus Dumbledore one unhappy wizard. He needed Harry but unfortunately it seemed Harry felt he didn’t need Albus. He’d known Harry was unhappy with his relatives but honestly no on is ever truly happy at home. He still didn’t know why the automatic quill had made the mistake of addressing Harry’s letter to a cupboard, after all know one could treat their own flesh and blood like that. Albus felt bad that Harry was unhappy but the boy was too important, he needed to be trained and moulded a certain way. His friends were all too happy to help there, with very little added incentive.

So far Albus had managed to keep news of Harry’s disappearance out of the papers but he knew it wouldn’t be long before someone blabbed and then there would be panic. It had been hard enough keeping Fudge in office after the events of Harry’s fifth year, after this it may be impossible. He knew Remus had to have had something to do with it, the werewolf was too smug but he couldn’t do anything to prove it while Molly was hovering over the dieing man. Surely Harry would return for his secondary godfathers’ funeral? That would be his chance to grab him. The werewolf had better die soon.

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Harry was deeply engrossed in one of the computer manuals Heero had given him to read. In the month that he’d been living with the other five he’d learnt a lot. He’d found picking locks the muggle way fascinating and had been a quick study making Duo extremely proud. Quatre had made it his mission to fatten Harry up and he’d started to fill out nicely while keeping his wiry frame. He had yet to start any defence training, so far they were working at his fitness. Thanks to Quidditch and Voldemort he was fast and had excellent reflexes but his strength and endurance were sorely lacking. He enjoyed his time spent meditating with Wufei and was in many ways closer to him than the others. Part of that probably came from being the only singles and sharing a room. Harry had found that in some ways the other teen was a lot like Hermione but where she was a know-it-all Wufei enjoyed reading for readings sake and not for showing off. Between him and Quatre Harry was being caught up to what he should know when it came to a normal education.

It had taken Harry a while to forgive Heero for drugging him but he know looked to the other boy as a sort of older brother, something he knew Duo teased his lover about. There was just something so dependable about the quite teen. It also helped that they could pass as brothers. In fact Harry’s new id, which he had no clue where it came from and had the feeling he didn’t want to know, bore the name Harold Yuy. He had not been impressed by the Harold part at all. Since his most identifying feature was his scar they had been discussing ways to hide or remove it. For now he was letting his hair grow out so that his bangs would cover it. Quatre had mentioned surgery as a possibility but Harry wasn’t too sure about it, after all it was a curse scar, not that Quatre knew that. Harry had also been pleasantly surprised to find that he was growing. Already he’d managed nearly two inches bringing him to an alright 5’6”, still short compared to most of his dorm mates and Trowa but at least he wasn’t the shortest guy he knew of.

He had also figured out pretty quickly that there was more to his housemates than they let on. In the past month they had all left at one point or another, sometimes in pairs and sometimes alone, for varying amounts of time. Although their excuses were fairly plausible they were transparent to Harry. It didn’t really bother him though; after all he was keeping secrets too. He knew he could trust them; that they’d never do anything to hurt him unless he gave them a really good reason to, say trying to kill them. What did bother him was the evidence of injuries. He’d already taken a years worth of Healing so he knew how to identify various wounds and so far none had been serious. He just wished he could do something to help, so he studied everything they gave him, hard. His teachers at Hogwarts would have been shocked at how eagerly he was learning.

Today was a perfect example. Harry was alone in the house since Duo had rushed off that morning. So far he’d practised he breaking and entering skills, done his physical work out, studied some of the books from the Black Library that Remus had smuggled him and was now working on his computer skills, one area where he was sorely lacking. Years at the Dursley’s had taught him how to be alone without getting bored.

Harry paused in his reading, straining his ears. He could have sworn he’d heard something. He put the book down and grabbed his wand and the knife Duo had given him. He still had a fair way to go in learning to fight with it but it was better than nothing. He slipped silently down the hall from the back bedroom he shared with Wufei, past the room shared by the ‘lovebirds’ as Duo termed them and then past the room the braided teen shared with his lover. He turned into the living room, bypassing the bathroom and kitchen to take a more direct route to the door. He tightened his grip on the knife as the door suddenly opened and a figure staggered in, only to collapse.

Harry stared in shock, frozen at the sight of Wufei lying on the floor, bloody and beaten.

“Fei!” Harry was on his knees beside him in an instant, fingers searching for a pulse, it was there but far weaker than it should be. He gently turned the other teen over, trying to ignore the groans of pain his actions caused. Dark eyes fluttered open to stare up at him.
“Fei, can you hear me?” His eyes gradually focused on Harry’s face.

“Heero.” The name was a pained whisper.

“No, it’s me. Harry. You’re going to be alright, you made it home.” He squeezed Wufei’s hand and smiled slightly as the pressure was returned. He was thinking fast, he had to get Wufei to their room, strip and clean him and tend his wounds. He knew no way to do all that the muggle way without hurting his roommate further. With everything he was about to do it was a good thing he was seventeen and that Moony had checked for and removed any extra charms placed on his wand.

It didn’t take long to get Fei into their room, onto his bed and strip him. Harry had to fight the urge to be sick; he’d seen friends injured before but nothing like this. A simple charm kept the other teen levitating slightly above the mattress. Harry ran to the bathroom where he knew the medical kit was kept. He grabbed it and plenty of warm water and towels. Back in the room he quickly unshrunk his trunk and summoned all of his healing supplies, sending a silent thank you once again to Remus for making sure Harry was very well stocked in every potion and salve he could possibly need. He quickly poured a blood replenisher down Wufei’s throat to buy himself more time before the open wounds became life threatening. Using the water and towels he set to work cleaning his now unconscious friend up. He didn’t care that at the moment if anyone else walked in he’d have a lot to explain considering his trunks contents were on full display, not to mention the medical supplies floating in easy reach.

Once he was clean as Harry could get him the green-eyed teen moved to inspect his injuries. Now he really wanted to be sick, Wufei looked like he’d been attacked by at least ten bludgers before plummeting several hundred feet to the ground and then having a stampede of wild hippogriffs run over him. His left leg was badly mangled and Harry could see the bone in places, he had several deep slashes across his torso that looked like they were caused by some sort of debris, his left wrist hung limply and at the wrong angle and he had several nasty cuts on his face. Probing gently Harry found a good-sized lump hidden by the long dark hair. On top of that he was nearly black and blue from bruises. A few potions took care of the bruises and smaller cuts easily enough. Not wanting to mix too many potions he gave Wufei a shot of the strongest antibiotics supplied in the kit and a painkiller, he could give him the potion versions tomorrow if needed. A few charms took care of most of the broken bones but Harry simply didn’t have the advance knowledge needed to completely heal his leg. Several more charms and potions later he’d done all he could magically so he switched to muggle methods. He bound Fei’s leg as tightly as he could, the surface wounds having been healed he only had to worry about keeping the bone in place. He also strapped his wrist just to keep it still until it set fully, he really didn’t want to have to re-heal it just because Wufei decided to roll over or something. The lump on the back of his head had gone down a bit but was still very sore looking so he put an icepack against it. He was extremely grateful that Wufei was still unconscious as he carefully stitched the largest of the gashes closed and then bandaged it and the only other one that remained before forcing another blood replenisher plus a nutrient and light sleeping potion down Fei’s throat. A quick charm had him comfortably dressed in his pyjamas and tucked into bed. Wanting nothing more than to sleep himself Harry forced himself to clean everything up and re-shrink his trunk before collapsing in the chair beside his friends bed were he drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

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Duo opened the door and froze, causing Heero to bump into him. The perfect soldier looked down to see what had caused that reaction and swiftly drew his gun. There was no good reason for there to be days old blood pooled on the floor in front of the door. The pilots split up to silently search the house. Heero broke into a run as he heard a scream. Rounding the corner he found a very shocked Harry Potter flat on the floor with Duo standing sheepishly over him.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Duo gave Harry a hand up.

“Sorry. We saw the blood and were worried.”

“Blood?”

“In the doorway.”

“Oops, thought I’d gotten it all.”

“Harry, is the blood yours?” Duo pulled the teen closer, running his hands over him, searching for an injury.

“I’m fine guys, just tired. The blood’s Fei’s. He showed up two days ago on deaths door. He’s sleeping in our room.” Harry led them back to the room he shared with the injured teen. Sure enough, Wufei was lying in bed looking a little paler than usual as he slept.

“Who treated his injuries?”

“I did. I’ve never seen anything that bad. He’s woken up a few times since but he’s been a bit out of it. I think he might have a concussion, he had a really nasty lump on his head although it’s almost gone now.” Heero had moved over to the bed and was inspecting Harry’s work.

“Good job. Where did you learn this?”

“With how often I land in the school hospital wing I took an interest, school nurse has been teaching me for a year now.” Harry shrugged, uncomfortable under Heero’s gaze.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a medic, hey Hee-chan?” Duo grinned at Harry.

“Great work Harry, I hate to think what would have happened if you weren’t here.” He threw an arm around the now blushing teen.

“Uh, thanks Duo.” Harry swayed on his feet slightly, making Duo tighten his grip.

“When was the last time you slept or ate?”

“I grabbed some toast this morning and I’ve been sleeping in the chair.” Harry yawned; now that the others were back his body was demanding sleep.

“Put him in the others room.”

“Sure thing, come on Harry. Lets get you to bed.”

“You’ll stay with him?”

“We’ll take turns, promise.” Duo led him down the hall to the other bedroom and smiled, as Harry was asleep as soon as he hit the mattress. Duo took his shoes off and slipped him under the covers.
“Sleep well kid, you’ve earned it.” Duo headed back to the only other occupied room. Heero had taken Harry’s post in the bedside chair.

“Harry?”

“Fast asleep. I’ll make sure he eats when he wakes up.” Heero nodded and Duo moved closer to study Wufei’s injuries.

“He really did a good job, didn’t he?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe we should send him to Sally, she could train him further.”

“Into a war zone?”

“Okay, good point. You’ve got to admit, he did a better job than we usually manage. Looks like he was studying for you when Fei got home.” Duo indicated the discarded manual.

“He is an eager student.”

“With a weird set of skills. He can do this but had no clue of even the basics when it comes to computers. And have you seen him move when with Fei? His reflexes might even beat yours. Weird kid. You want first shift?”

“Get some sleep, I’ll wake you.” Duo curled up on Harry’s bed and fell asleep quickly. Heero took the chance to look around the room. Harry’s influence was obvious, he was neat but not to the obsessive state that Wufei was. There were a few books on his bedside table and a framed picture of the people who were obviously his parents on the dresser. Heero got up to take a closer look. He looked at the young couple, obviously happy and very much in love. Harry looked a lot like his father. He wondered vaguely how they’d died, Harry had never said. A low groan had him turning back to the bed. Onyx eyes were staring in his direction.

“Harry?”

“He’s asleep.”

“Water.” Heero helped him to drink from the cup.

“Mission?”

“Successful. Sleep, the others will be back soon.” Wufei drifted off again so Heero settled in for a long wait.

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“Is he okay?” Heero looked up, startled, to see Harry in the doorway. He berated himself for being caught unawares; he hadn’t heard the other teen enter.

“Fine. He woke up and had some water.”

“Good. Did he think you were me?” Harry smiled as he sat on the floor.

“Yes.”

“He thought I was you when he got here. Want something to eat?” Heero nodded.
“Back soon.”

“Thought you were going to wake me?” Heero looked over to see Duo was now awake.

“In another hour.”

“Harry looks better already. It’s amazing what sleep can do.” Harry walked back in carrying a tray with three bowls of soup and enough toast for them to share.
“Thanks Harry, I’m starving!” The three quickly ate, all were very hungry.
“Did Fei say anything about how he was hurt?”

“No, he hasn’t really stayed awake for very long.”

“So what do you think happened?”

“Don’t know and unless he wants me to know than it’s not my business. I’m just glad he managed to get back here before he collapsed.” Duo relaxed, Harry wasn’t going to pry.
“I’ll go clean up that blood so the others don’t freak when they get back.” He gathered the empty bowls and left the room.

“At least we don’t have to shoot him as a security risk.” Duo made it light but he knew that Heero would have been thinking about it.

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“You’re back! You both okay?”

“We’re fine Harry. Are the others back?”

“Yeah, Duo’s taking his turn watching Fei and Heero’s asleep I think.”

“What’s wrong with Wufei?”

“He showed up pretty badly hurt five days ago. At least I cleaned up the blood, I didn’t realise it was there and Heero and Duo panicked when they got back. Ran into Duo and got knocked down to find a gun in my face before he realised it was me.”

“Is Wufei alright?”

“He’s mending. Won’t be able to walk on his leg for a while though. Need me for anything? I was heading for the shops.”

“Go ahead, I think we’re going to crash.”

“See you later.” They watched as Harry left before heading for the back bedroom.

“Hey Quat, Tro. I’m guessing you ran into Harry.”

“On his way out. What happened?”

“Apparently Fei gave Harry quite the scare by collapsing half dead in the front room. Harry fixed him up and then spent two days in this chair, caring for him. When we got back he was dead on his feet and hadn’t eaten anything but toast. He did a better job with Wufei’s injuries than any of us could. Apparently the school nurse had been training him for about a year so he knows what he’s doing. He even stitched one of Fei’s wounds shut.” Duo shuddered.

“Has he asked any questions?” Trowa asked from where he was inspecting Harry’s work for himself.

“Nope, said unless Wu-man wants him to know than it’s not his business.” The other two pilots relaxed at that. They really liked Harry but they couldn’t risk telling him. Staying ignorant was the best way to keep him safe if something happened and they were caught. OZ wouldn’t be interested in a teen who knew nothing, hopefully.

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Harry stopped to watch as a truck full of OZ soldiers pulled up in front of the shops. What was OZ doing in Little Whinging? He adjusted the bags and started walking.

“Hey kid!” He paused and turned to face the two soldiers.

“Yes sir?”

“You seen any of these guys around?” He showed Harry some pictures.

“No sir, my family only just got back form a holiday in Nice.”

“Okay, keep an eye out for them and of you see them stay away. They’re wanted terrorists. Call this number if you do see them.”

“Terrorists? In Surrey? We should have stayed on vacation.” Harry muttered the last and the soldiers laughed.

“Yeah, warn your family and friends.”

“Okay. Can I go?”

“Sure thing.” Harry headed home, the poster in his hand. Terrorists? He stopped by the park and sat in a little clearing he’d found years ago, no one else had ever used it in all that time so it was a good place to think. What was he going to do? He couldn’t turn them in, they were his friends. Should he warn them or pretend like nothing had happened? Sighing, Harry stood; he didn’t really have much of a choice. Using the back ways he set of for home.

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Harry gasped as hands grabbed him as soon as he stepped foot in the door. He lashed out wildly, trying to get lose. Had Oz beaten him?

“Harry relax.” He stopped fighting as he recognised Quatre’s voice.

“What was that for?” He hissed as he felt whoever was behind him let go. Turning he noticed it was Trowa.

“Sorry. Why are you so late?”

“This.” He tossed the poster at Quatre and watched the blond pale.
“Thew shops are crawling with soldiers, they’re stopping everyone.”

“Are you alright?”

“Fine, they asked if I’d seen you and then let me pass.” Harry shrugged.

“What did you tell them?” Heero had entered the room, gun held out of Harry’s line of site.

“That my family just got back from a holiday so I hadn’t seen anyone.”

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?”

“Because you’re my friends and I don’t think you would do anything like that without a good reason.”

“Quatre?”

“He’s telling the truth.”

“So where have you been?”

“The park, just in case they worked out I was lying. I took the back ways home too.”

“Good. We need to get out of here.”

“How? Wufei can’t even walk.” Heero frowned at Quatre’s statement and then turned back to Harry.

“Go pack your things, one bag that you can carry easily. Tell Duo.” Harry nodded and headed down the hall, Heero watching him.

“He trusts us Heero. He’ll do what we tell him without questions.” Duo came out to join them.

“Harry said there are soldiers looking for us?”

“They questioned him at the shops, he lied to protect us. It’s only a matter of time until they ask someone who won’t cover for us.”

“Harry’s packing for him and Fei. What are we going to do? Wufei still isn’t up to moving much.”

“If they didn’t have pictures we could leave him and Harry here but with those posters they’d arrest them both. Harry would be seen as aiding and abetting.”

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Harry quickly packed all of his things into a duffle bag, shrinking a lot of it to fit more in. A featherlight charm took care of the weight. He moved onto Wufei’s things, doing the same. He stopped by the bed to watch him sleep. He had a feeling he knew what they were discussing, what to do with him and Wufei. At least he could run if needed.

“Harry? What’s wrong?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. Answer the question.”

“Soldiers in town. They have a poster with your photos on it.” Wufei looked away.

“So you’re leaving.”

“We all are. Heero told me to pack so I did your bag as well.”

“I’m injured Harry, I won’t be able to keep up.”

“So you want to be left here? You’ll get caught.”

“Heero won’t let me.” It took a few minutes for Harry to work that one out and then he paled.

“No, you are not going to die Fei.”

“Harry, I can’t be interrogated.” They both looked to the door as the others entered, looking subdued. Without thinking about it Harry placed himself between them and the bed, earning a small sad smile from Duo.

“Step aside Harry.” Heero brought his gun up to aim at Harry, hoping to scare him into moving.

“Not until you swear you won’t kill Wufei.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I can’t move.”

“Do you think any of us wants this Harry? We all know the risks.” Duo’s voice was pained.

“Harry move, it’ll be okay.”

“How will your dieing be okay?” Harry snapped at the bedridden teen.

“Move Harry.”

“No.”

“So be it.”

“NO!” Three voices screamed. Heero pulled the trigger.

Harry reacted instinctively. His wand flew into his hand from the holster hidden on his arm. Without even thinking he cast the most powerful shield charm he had ever cast, all before Heero’s finger had even finished pulling the trigger. What he wouldn’t realise until much later was that he hadn’t uttered a word the entire time.

“What the hell!” The pilots stared in shock, as the bullet never hit Harry, a Harry whose emerald eyes blazed with anger and pure power.
“Please tell me you guys are seeing this.” Quatre nodded, too shocked to do anything else.

“I won’t let you kill him Heero.” Harry’s voice sent shivers down their spines, not that they’d admit it. It was a cold hiss, so different from what they were used too.

“Harry?” Wufei had pushed himself up in the bed, trying to see what exactly was going on. How was Harry still standing? The perfect soldier never missed. He froze as Harry turned to him, a flash of fear passing through him.

Harry turned to Wufei, hearing the disbelief in his voice. He flinched as he saw the brief flash of fear in the other teens eyes, he didn’t want Wufei to be afraid of him. Harry fought to bring his temper under control.

“Accio gun.” He put his hand out and Heero’s gun flew into it. Threat removed, at least temporarily, he moved to kneel beside the bed. As Harry relaxed the aura of power faded, leaving the Harry they all knew. He put his hand out, hesitating to touch Wufei, not wanting to see him pull back. As if sensing that Wufei extended his own hand, grasping Harry’s.

“How?” Harry smiled sadly.

“Does it matter? Please don’t hate me.” Harry hung his head.

“I don’t hate you. How badly was I hurt, really?” That got everyone’s attention.

“Wu-man?”

“What little I remember indicates I was a lot worse off than Harry has said.”

“You were pretty close to dead. Your leg was a mangled wreck, your wrist broken. You had a severe concussion, several deep lacerations on your chest, some bad cuts on your face plus severe bruising and lots of smaller cuts. You’d lost a lot of blood by the time you got here.”

“There’s no way.”

“You healed me somehow.” Harry nodded, still not looking at any of them. Suddenly his head shot up and he stared towards the front of the house.

“Shit! They’ve found us.” He was on his feet in a second and was off down the hall.

“Quatre stay with Fei.” Duo took off after him, the other two following. They caught up at the door.

“Harry?”

“I threw up some emergency perimeter wards, I wasn’t sure they’d work though. I think it’s safe to say someone spilled.” He stepped back, letting Heero peer outside.

“OZ. We need to go.”

“How? Without risking a lot of civilian casualties.”

“I think I can get us out of the house but wherever we end up there are some people who will be able to track us so there has to be transportation nearby.”

“We have a jeep stashed for emergencies.”

“Where? Can you show me on a map?” Duo grabbed a map, indicating the location.

“Grab your gear.” Harry pointed his wand at the door, putting every locking charm he could think of on it before bolting back to the bedroom.

“Harry?”

“We’re leaving now, the soldiers are outside.” The two watched as Harry looked around before grabbing a paperweight off of Wufei’s desk. The others came in just in time to watch as Harry did something to it with his wand, muttering under his breath. They stared as it glowed blue for a few seconds.

“Hope this works. Everyone needs to be touching it.”

“What did you do?”

“Made a highly illegal portkey and I really don’t want to get caught with it so please?”

“If it’s illegal how do you know how to do it?”

“Read it in a book, hope I got it right. Get ready, three, two one.” With the familiar tug behind the navel the five pilots and one wizard vanished just as the OZ soldiers burst into the room.

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For once in his life Harry was the only person to still be standing when they landed. He winced as Wufei groaned in pain. While the pilots got to their feet he searched for the jeep.

“Over there.” Trowa pointed it out.

“We need to hurry, I don’t know how long it’ll take for someone to notice what I did and track us.” Duo and Trowa held Wufei up between them as the hurried to the jeep. Heero jumped into the drivers seat with Duo beside him. The other four squished into the back and they were off. Harry collapsed against the seat, breathing hard. He’d used a lot of complicated spells in a short time and was paying for it.

“Are you alright?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the one with the injuries.” Wufei grimaced.

“It’s painful but I can handle it. You are too pale.”

“Tired, I did too much.”

“Sleep, we’ll wake you when we stop.” Harry nodded and let himself relax into sleep, trusting Wufei to keep his word.

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“Harry. We’re there. Come on wake up.” Harry groaned but obediently opened his eyes.

“Where?”

“Safehouse. Come on, we’ve already got Wufei settled.” Harry nodded and climbed stiffly from the jeep, following Quatre into the house, well it looked more like a cottage to him. He could feel everyone watching him as he staggered in, still partially asleep.

“Questions can wait till tomorrow Hee-chan, we’re all tired.” Duo firmly dragged his lover off to the room he’d claimed.

“You’re in the back upstairs bedroom with Wufei.” Quatre told him before the lovebirds left to get sleep. Harry headed up the stairs and down the hall. He hesitated in the doorway, watching Wufei as he settled himself more comfortably on the small bed.

“You planning to come in?”

“I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“Why would I want you to do that?” Harry shrugged, refusing to look at him.

“Harry, come here.” He slowly walked over and was shocked when Wufei pulled him down to sit on the bed.
“You are my friend, no matter what you can do. You saved my life twice doing whatever it is you can do. You are not sleeping on the couch or anywhere else but that bed.”

“You sure?”

“I trust you Harry. No matter what the others think I know you won’t hurt us.”

“I could, I nearly did.”

“Heero?” Harry nodded.

“He shot at you, it would have been self-defence. Go to sleep Harry, we’ll talk more in the morning when we’re more awake.” He squeezed Harry’s hand before letting him go.”

Wufei rolled over enough so that he could see the rooms other bed. He smiled at the sight of Harry, fully dressed, tangled up in his sheets and still fast asleep. He really hated to wake him but it was urgent.

“Harry.” Not a twitch.
“Harry wake up.” Still nothing.
“Harry!” The other teen bolted upright.

“Fei? Are you alright?” Harry fumbled for his glasses, still half asleep.

“I need some help getting up.”

“Huh?” Harry blinked.
“Oh, right. What time is it?”

“Six, sorry for waking you.” Wufei sat up and moved so that he was at the edge of the bed as Harry got out of his own bed.

“No problem.” Harry helped him up, taking as much of his weight as he could, so that Wufei could hobble to the bathroom. They paused at the door.
“Um, where?” Wufei pointed and the headed down the hall. Harry stared out the small window as Wufei took care of things.
“You could probably use a shower but I don’t think you’re up to standing that long yet.”

“If you helped I could.” Harry blushed.
“Never seen another guy naked?”

“I shared a dorm for six year plus a locker room. I also had to clean you up before tending to those injuries.”

“So there’s no difference.”

“Right.” Harry stripped his own shirt off first so that he wouldn’t get too wet and Wufei took the chance to study the scars revealed. None were caused by bullets unlike his own. He noticed the scar on Harry’s arm, it looked like it had never healed properly and was right over the vein. He took off his own shirt before letting Harry help with his pants and socks. Harry was very careful not to look as he helped him into the shower, holding him up and trying to stay mostly dry.

“Just strip off and join me, might as well have a shower too with how wet you’re getting.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Harry was blushing as red as a tomato. Wufei smiled slightly.

“Harry, it’s a perfectly natural reaction, you’re a healthy teenage male. Besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Wufei leant against the wall as Harry quickly stripped and moved fully into the cubicle. He subtly checked Harry out as he was moving around, he could tell that he’d started to fill out a little since moving in with them. Three healthy meals a day were doing him wonders. He was still skinny but was gaining some weight and muscle definition from their training. Wufei looked away and concentrated, fighting his own reaction, Harry was embarrassed enough and as far as they knew liked girls. They washed quickly but thoroughly and then dried off and redressed.

Harry was just standing after helping get his socks on when Wufei stumbled forward and into him. Already off balance Harry fell backwards, automatically grabbing Wufei in an effort to stay standing. Wufei landed on top of Harry and stared down at him. Harry stared up at him, looking shocked from the impact. Wufei found himself lowering his face closer and felt Harry relax, his eyes slowly closing. He felt Harry’s sigh as their lips brushed together gently. His hands moved to brace his weight while Harry’s came up to rest on his back as his eyes opened. They parted and Wufei was relieved to see no disgust or regret in Harry’s eyes. He leant back down for a second, less hesitant kiss. Harry reflexively tightened his arms around him and moved slightly to better support Wufei’s weight. They parted once air became an issue and continued to stare at each other.

“You want this?” Wufei breathed.

“Yes.” Harry brought a hand up to run his fingers through Wufei’s loose hair, earning a smile.

“We should probably get up off the floor though, can’t be very comfortable.”

“Can you get up?” Wufei tried but winced.

“This is going to be embarrassing.” Harry groaned, letting his head fall back to hit the tiles.

“Hey! You guys drowned in there?” They both groaned, of all people to find them it had to be Duo.

“He’s never going to let us live this down is he?”

“He will if he doesn’t want to become intimately acquainted with my katana.” Harry laughed.

“We’re stuck Duo! Can you give us a hand?” The door opened slowly and then Duo walked in, grin spreading.

“Not one word Maxwell. I can’t get up and Harry’s getting squashed.”

“Sure, whatever you say Wu-man.” The braided pilot helped his friend up.

“Can you get up?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Harry pushed himself up off the tiles.

“So I guess this means I don’t have to lock you two in a closet.” Harry turned crimson and Wufei growled, last thing he needed was for Duo to scare Harry off.

“Back off Maxwell, I fell.”

“So how did Harry end up on the bottom?”

“He was standing in front of me and I knocked him over.”

“If you say so but that doesn’t explain the messed up hair or lips.” Harry turned to the wall, banging his head against it.

“Don’t suppose I can threaten to hex you if you don’t back off?” His off hand question brought them back to reality, fast. They still hadn’t discussed what Harry had done the day before. They watched as Harry stiffened, realising what he’d just said. He quickly left the room.

“Harry!”

“Let him go Fei. Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“I’m not an invalid.” He grumbled.

“Sure you’re not but your leg is still broken even after Harry’s healing thing.” Harry wasn’t in the room when they got back, worrying Wufei.

“I’ll find him.” Duo left once he’d gotten Wufei back into bed. He headed downstairs to find the others, minus Harry, in the kitchen.

“Did Harry come past here?”

“No. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Wufei wants him though.”

“Duo!”

“What, you should have seen the position I found them in.”

“We didn’t see him so he must be in the living room.” Quatre got up to look; sure enough a dark head of hair was visible over the back of the couch.

“Morning Harry.” The head turned and Harry gave him a weak smile.

“Hi Quatre.”

“Are you alright?”

“Fine.” Quatre frowned, Harry was too tense.

“Don’t worry Harry, come on you need to eat.” He pulled Harry off of the couch and into the kitchen.

“There you are! Fei wants you.”

“He needs to eat first, then we’ll all head up.” The only conversation during the meal was between Duo and Quatre; Harry was too tense to participate.

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“What are you?” Harry flinched at Heero’s harsh question. Wufei wanted to squeeze his hand in comfort but Harry had retreated to the corner farthest from them all, his arms crossed defensively across his chest.

“Heero! It’s all right Harry. You aren’t the only one with gifts, I’m an empath.” Quatre tried to calm him down, no one wanted a repeat of yesterdays power display. Harry stared at Quatre until the blond shifted slightly, it felt like Harry could see right through him. Trowa laid a protective hand on his shoulder, earning him a smile.
“We’d really like to know how you did those things.”

“Magic.” Dead silence followed his answer.

“Seriously? Wow!”

“Duo. There is no such thing as magic.”

“So how do you explain what I did?”

“Technology of an unknown type.”

“Technology? Hello! I can barely even use a computer! I’m a wand waving, cauldron using, broom flying Wizard Heero!”

“You fly a broom?”

“Yes Duo, I can fly a broom.” Harry sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair. Stepping away from the wall he went to his bag and pulled out his still shrunken trunk, which he enlarged with a word. Opening it he dug out some of his books, tossing them at the pilots. He removed his broom and let it hover next to his hand. Duo stepped forward, curious.

“Can I look?”

“Knock yourself out.” Duo hesitantly touched the hovering broom before running his hands over it.

“I don’t think this is electronic guys. Can I have a go?”

“Duo.”

“Not inside and I’d prefer to start you on something other than a Firebolt, that’s if it would even work for you. I suppose I could take you up later.”

“So you’re good?”

“Youngest Seeker in a century.”

“Seeker?”

“Position in a sport played on brooms called Quidditch.”

“What else can you do?” Harry shrugged.

“Lots of things.”

“Your running from other Wizards aren’t you.” Wufei asked, concerned. From what they’d seen Harry do he didn’t know how they could help protect him if his people caught up with them.

“Yeah. Apparently I’m not allowed to have my own life.”

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“So tell. You know what we are thanks to that poster.”

“Gundam pilots.”

“Yeah. That a problem?” Wufei tensed, the bathroom had been very much heat of the moment. Now that he’d been reminded what Wufei did would he regret it? Harry turned to him as if sensing what he was thinking. He walked over to the bed and sat beside Wufei.

“Not for me. I can swear a Wizards Oath to keep your secrets if you want.”

“That a big deal?”

“Yeah, there are some nasty consequences for breaking it.”

“I trust you not to tell.” Quatre said with Duo nodding to back him up.

“So why won’t they let you leave?”

“Because they want me to win their war for them.”

Harry’s statement was met with silence. He shifted uncomfortably as they stared, breaking the spell.

“This may sound dumb but what war and why you?”

“The war between Light and Dark. I’m going to have to give a bit of a history lesson so everyone might as well get comfortable.” The four standing pilots settled on Harry’s bed while Wufei pulled Harry down further so that they were reclining against the headboard. Harry then proceeded to give a brief history of the magical world, including its split from the muggle one.
“Fifty years ago there was a brilliant student at Hogwarts, Tom Marvelo Riddle, a half blood. His father had abandoned his mother when he learned that she was a witch and she died in childbirth leaving Tom to be sent to an orphanage where he was treated badly. During his last years at the school the Chamber of Secrets was opened and one student died. Once he graduated he disappeared, travelling and learning more magi. He started performing Dark rituals to increase his power and life. He returned to England eventually and rumours started of a new dark Lord, Voldemort, who would ensure Pure Blood supremacy and wipe out Muggles. A fact that was once not widely known is that he is Slytherin’s heir; it was Tom that opened the Chamber.
Sixteen years ago, at the height of his reign of terror, he learned of a prophecy that could lead to his downfall. To head it off he set out to kill two families. He first travelled to Godric’s Hollow and killed a young couple before turning his wand on their one year old son.” Harry stopped and Wufei squeezed his hand in sympathy, they could all see where this was going.
“There are three Unforgivable curses, one causes unbearable pain that will eventually lead to madness if not stopped, the other allows you to control a person and the third kills. You point your wand, say the words and the person dies, it can’t be blocked. It was Voldemort’s favourite curse and had never failed him. He used that curse on the boy but somehow it rebounded back onto him, ripping his soul from his body and destroying his body as well as a lot of the house. The child was unharmed but for an unusual scar.”

“You’re the boy.” Harry nodded.

“The Boy-Who-Lived, that’s what they call me. I have fame, money and could have practically anyone I wanted and that’s all they see. I would give it all just to have the chance to know my parents but they don’t understand, even my best friend was jealous when he had the one thing I would give anything for, a loving family. They say it was my mothers love that saved me, the curse that killed her was meant for me, but I don’t believe it. How many other mothers have sacrificed themselves for their children who have still died.”

“So the prophecy was fulfilled right? You beat Voldemort.”

“No, he was simply kicked out of his body for a while. Although our confrontation fulfilled part of it.” Harry stopped. Should he tell them the prophecy? It was unlikely they’d ever be in a position to be tortured for it and anyway Voldemort had a pretty good idea what it was about.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.. And either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”

“Your scar is the mark.”

“Yeah. Don’t ask me about the supposed power I have, Dumbledore reckons it’s love. What am I meant to do, kiss him to death?” They laughed at that, lightening the mood a little.
“He made several attempts to regain his body but I managed to stop him every time until three years ago where I was a bit tied up and unable to interfere in the nasty ceremony used. I was forced to duel him and it was only luck that allowed me to escape with the body of a schoolmate who wasn’t as lucky. I faced him again the next year and my godfather died. Because of that Dumbledore finally decided to tell me the prophecy, before that he’d always claimed I was too young, that I should be able to have a ‘normal’ childhood. Personally I think he’s mad, my childhood was never normal. Pretty obviously I didn’t take it all that well.”

“You screamed at him.” Duo guessed.

“And trashed his office. At the end of this last year of school Voldemort attempted to kidnap my friends and I, probably wanting to torture and kill them in front of me before dealing with me. It was a bit anti-climatical really since we all had emergency portkeys and used them as soon as his Death Eaters started gaining the upper hand in our little fight.” Harry shrugged.

“How many times have you faced him?”

“Including as a baby. About six times all up. The Wizarding World has basically done nothing except cower in their homes. The Minister is an incompetent idiot who spent an entire year trying to make me seem like an insane attention seeker just because he didn’t want to admit that Voldemort was back. They all expect a seventeen-year-old boy with barely any training to simply waltz past all the Death Eaters and then kill him, ending all their problems without any effort on their part. I’ll fight Voldemort when the time comes, I don’t have much of a choice but I refuse to be their martyr or scapegoat any longer. Their society is so prejudiced and hypocritical it makes me sick. It’s those attitudes that keep allowing Dark Lords to rise and gain so much support. Since they created him they can del with him til I’m ready. I’ll step in if he starts attacking muggles again but for the moment he seems happy targeting other wizards.”

“Could you ask Dumbledore for extra training?” Harry laughed bitterly.

“Until the fiasco with my fifth year and the prophecy I would have. After that I sat down and took a good look at the actions of those around me. It’s not nice finding out the two people you consider your best friends are actually spying on and manipulating you for a price. I’m nothing more than a weapon to Dumbledore, a useful pawn to be cast aside once it’s done its job. I trust maybe four people in the entire magical community and one of those is a house elf named Dobby. Neville is the other child Voldemort targeted; he also filled the indications of the prophecy. The other two are Luna and Remus, a friend of my parents. Remus was the only reason I stayed as long as I did but he’s dieing. He helped me get everything I needed to disappear.”

“You’re like us.” Quatre pointed out.
“They look to you to save them but then turn on you. We fight to protect the Colonies but they have abandoned us.” Harry smiled.

“Guess so.” He’d moved so that he was leaning against Wufei without even noticing it, causing Duo and Quatre to smile.
“What happens now?”

“There are several options. You can’t stay with us all the time, it’s too risky. You could live with Catherine in the circus where Trowa often hides. You could also stay in one of my family homes in another country and receive training in how we fight. We could part ways completely after helping you set up a new life and then never see each other again or there’s Sally Po. She works with various rebel groups and is a doctor. You could finish your medical training and get first hand experience in war since OZ is always after them. That is the most dangerous option.”

“I need to think about it.”

“Of course, we’ll be staying here until Wufei is healed anyway.”

“So, you’re okay with who and what I am?” He received five yes’s and relaxed.

“How about we reintroduce ourselves now that we all know. Duo Maxwell, pilot of Deathscythe. I may run and hide but I never tell a lie.”

“Quatre Winner, pilot of Sandrock.”

“Trowa Barton, Heavyarms.”

“Heero Yuy, Wing.”

“Chang Wufei, pilot of Shenlong.”

“Harry James Potter, Wizard. Boy-Who-Lived.” Smiles were exchanged and the group broke up. Harry went to get up but found an arm around his chest, holding him in place.

“Stay please.” He relaxed into the hold.

“Okay.”

You still left a lot out, didn’t you? I won’t push but I hope you know I’m here.”

“Thank you.” Harry revelled in the feeling of another so close.
“Do you regret what happened? After hearing all that.” Wufei pulled him closer.

“No. I care for you Harry, perhaps even love.” Harry swallowed.
“I don’t ask you to return those feelings, just be honest about yours please. I don’t want you to lie. I am a warrior Harry; I have killed and will kill again. Can you live with that?” it was Wufei’s turn to be tense. He felt a pang of grief as Harry pulled away but stayed still as the other teen turned to face him.

“I can’t say that I love you Fei because I don’t know if I really know what that is. I do know that if anything happened to you I wouldn’t care as much if Tom killed me. As for the killing, you’re in a war. The people you kill are trying to kill you. How can it bother me when I would kill all the death Eaters and Voldemort if I could.” Wufei pulled Harry back into his arms, kissing him gently.

“I hope one day you can say it but even if you never can I am content.” He whispered. Harry slowly moved to kiss him, tentatively touching his tongue to the others lips in question. Wufei parted them, letting Harry’s tongue slip past. He let Harry take the lead, not wanting to pressure him and knowing that he was the more experienced. Harry moved even closer, bringing their bodies into full contact. Wufei moved his hips slightly and Harry moaned. Regretfully he pulled back.

“Fei?” He smiled at Harry’s dazed look.

“I don’t want to rush this. Kissing and touching are fine but nothing more until we’re both ready. When it happens it will be because it is time.” Harry nodded.

“We better both be careful then, no dieing allowed.” That earnt a laugh.

“Have you ever been with anyone before?” He gently ran his hands over Harry’s back, under his shirt, earning a small shiver.

“No, I didn’t want it to be because of who I am.” Harry’s hand cautiously mirrored his but in his chest.
“Why?”

“First time should be special and as painless as possible.”

“I won’t break.” Wufei kissed him.

“I know.”

“So you’ve…”

“I was married but she died. I have had only one relationship since, with a male. It should never have happened and I still regret it. I don’t want either of us to ever regret this so we go slowly.”

“Okay. At least one of us knows what we’re doing.”

“Trust me, it will be a pleasure to teach you.” The eagerly resumed kissing.

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“What’s the smile for Quat?”

“I’ve never felt Wufei or Harry this happy.”

“Wow! You mean they’re?”

“That s none of our business.” Heero stated firmly.

“I really hope Harry doesn’t take the offer of a new life, I don’t want Fei hurt.”

“I doubt he will. He’s too much like us in certain ways. He won’t stay out of their war forever and knows he will need all the training he can get to win.” Trowa pointed out. The four had gathered downstairs in the kitchen to give the two their privacy. That and Duo was hungry.

“So that leaves Sally or one of Quat’s place. At least we’ll see him occasionally.”

“What do you think about what Harry told us?”

“That his life sucks just about as much as ours have. He still left out a lot.”

“Agreed. Can we trust him?”

“Yes. He doesn’t mean us any harm and is actually worried about someone hurting us to get to him. He cares about all of us, especially Wufei. He won’t do anything that would cause him pain. He is well on his way to loving him, even if he doesn’t realise it yet.”

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“Headmaster.”

“Kingsley, come in. What can I do for you?”

“There was an illegal portkey used yesterday, from Little Whinging. The signature was Harry’s.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes sir. He was right under our noses for a month.”

“Thank you for informing me. Has the destination been found?”

“Yes, there was nothing there. He must have used muggle transportation from that point. The Ministry is monitoring magic use in the area but so far nothing has shown up. There was one other thing that seems odd.”

“How so?”

“Muggle soldiers, we had to wait for them to leave before investigating. According to a neighbour they were looking for terrorists.” He handed over one of the posters.
“As you can see one of them bares a striking resemblance to Harry. We think it may have been a case of mistaken identity causing him to panic and flee.”

“Very good. Let me know as soon as you find something.”

“Of course sir.”

Albus stared at the photos; the young man did look a lit like Harry, if the young Wizard wasn’t usually half starved. With a sigh, he threw the poster into the fire, watching it burn. They were still no closer to finding the boy and school had been back a week. The students were starting to talk. It didn’t help that the other two thirds of the so-called Golden Trio were prancing smugly around the school. He’d have to talk to them about at least acting like they wanted the boy back.

Harry lay content in the arms that protectively surrounded him. Happy to stay in his half asleep state he snuggled closer to the others warm body.

“Morning.” He sighed as warm breath tickled his neck, opening his eyes to look up at his companion.

“Morning. Do we have to get up?” Fei chuckled.

“Not yet.” He pulled Harry closer.

“Mmm, good. Still sleepy.” Harry yawned, eyes drifting shut.

“I noticed, go back to sleep.” Wufei dropped a kiss onto the top of his head, gently running a hand up and down his companions arm. He smiled as Harry’s breathing evened out, indicating he was asleep again. He moved slightly so he could watch the other teen as he slept. It had been a week since their mad escape from Surrey and Harry still hadn’t given his decision. On their second night here Harry had pushed his bed over so that they had plenty of room to sleep together. Heero and Trowa had obviously spoken to their respective other halves since no comments had been made, something he was extremely grateful for. If Maxwell said something to make Harry back off then broken leg or not he would kill the braided pilot. At odd times Wufei found himself hoping that Harry would take the offer of a new identity. He cared deeply for the teen and wanted him kept safe, even if that would break his heart. At other times he wanted him to stay with them all the time, moving from safe-house to safe-house. He knew that couldn’t happen, it put all of them in extra, unneeded danger but that didn’t stop him from thinking about it. He sighed and snuggled closer to Harry’s sleeping form, they still had about two hours until the others would be up. He smiled, burying his face in Harry’s neck and letting himself drift back into sleep.

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Harry opened the door and froze. What was he meant to do? Back out and hope to remain unseen or just ignore them and walk through? He could feel himself blushing as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away.

“Harry? You coming?” He bolted from the room; not noticing as the pair broke apart, grinning at his rapidly retreating form.

“That was cruel.”

“Hn.”

“True, he does need to get comfortable with affection. Wonder what he would have done if Quat hadn’t yelled?” Duo shrugged and went back to what he’d been doing before; making out with his boyfriend something he didn’t do enough in his opinion.

“Bedroom.”

“Great idea Hee-chan.” The two stumbled towards their room, only parting whenever absolutely necessary. Trowa smiled as the tow passed him, closing the bedroom door for them once they’d entered. It was a little odd that Wufei hadn’t complained once about the noises from the room, especially since he was still bed bound and very protective of Harry’s feelings. What was even odder was that he couldn’t hear anything when standing right in front of the room.

“Silencing spell.” He turned to see a still slightly red Harry standing at the other end of the hall.
“They could blow the room up and we won’t hear it as long as the door’s closed. Figured it was best for our sanity. I can put one on your room if you want.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

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“You want out of that bed?”

“Thought I still wasn’t allowed any weight on it?”

“It’s been over a week so all the potions I poured down your throat are definitely out of your system. I figure another dose or two and your leg should be totally healed. Though I will warn you, they taste absolutely horrid.”

“I’ll deal with the taste.”

“Figured as much.” Harry enlarged his trunk and went straight for his medical supplies. He’d been keeping it shrunk in case anything happened, like having to escape quickly.
“Trowa asked me to put a silencing spell on their room as well.”

“Really?” They exchanged grins. Harry handed over a smallish bottle, which Wufei eyed carefully.
“What’s in it?”

“Trust me, you really don’t want to know.” He nodded and swallowed it down, wincing slightly at the taste. Harry used a quick diagnostic spell to watch his leg as the potion went to work.
“Looks good. You should be hobbling by tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“What are friends for?” He flopped on the bed beside him, slipping his wand back into its holster.

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?” Harry curled on his side against Wufei, smiling as an arm wrapped around him, pulling him into a warm side.

“The Wizarding World.” Harry thought about it.

“Surprisingly no. I used to wait eagerly for summer holidays to be over so I could go back and I hated leaving it but now? I don’t want to ever go back. I do miss Hogwarts, not the actual people or anything but the castle itself. It was the first place I ever considered home. I don’t miss the fame or having people watch my every move. I don’t even really miss magic, since I’m of age there’s nothing stopping me using it here. Moony made sure there were no tracking spells on me or any of my things so they can’t find me. He even made it so only Hedwig can find me and that no one can track her.”

“I’m glad. I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I think the time with you guys has been about the happiest I’ve ever been.” Harry turned to lay a soft kiss on the others lips.
“I wish I could stay with you always.”

“Me too.”

“What type of places are Quat’s places in?” Wufei sat up slightly and looked down at Harry.

“You’ve decided?”

“Yeah. The Circus sounds kind of cool but I wouldn’t know what to do living in one. There is no way I’m giving you up so that means no new life somewhere.” Wufei smiled and felt something inside relax at that.
“That left Ms. Po or Quatre’s offer. I think I need training and a place where I can work on my magic without to much threat of attack to take the offer of furthering my medical knowledge.”

“Quatre has many places all over the world and the colonies. For now you should probably stay on Earth, the colonies are too unsettled. You could go to the desert, the Mediterranean, Europe, nearly anywhere.”

“The desert? Sounds interesting. I’m sick of England’s soggy wet coldness.”

“Do you speak Arabic?”

“Nope, translation charms are a wonderful thing and I could learn.” He smiled smugly and Wufei attacked. They collapsed back after a while, exhausted from laughter. Harry relaxed, content for one of the few times in his life as he ran his fingers through Fei’s dark hair. His hair tie had been a casualty of their tickle war.

“If you don’t cut your hair soon I’ll be lending you ties.” The other teen commented running his hands through Harry’s lengthening hair.

“Maybe I should let it grow, it seems to be tamer and there is some pureblood tradition to do with hair length and your position.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, various lengths and styles mean different things. Technically I should already be wearing it long since I’m the only male in my family.”

“How long? Maxwell’s length?”

“Somewhere between yours and his, I think.”

“Do you want to? Thought you didn’t believe in all that tradition nonsense.”

“I don’t and from the pictures I’ve seen neither did Dad. But once this is all over it might be a good idea to be seen to follow some of the traditions. I hate to even think it but if I decide to keep any contact I’ll end up being pushed towards politics in some way. No way I’ll run for Minister, no matter what anyone says.”

“You could do a lot of good.”

“Maybe. They won’t like that I’m involved with a Muggle though.”

“What about the male part?”

“Not really a big deal.”

“Will they really try to cause trouble because of me?”

“Some might, but don’t worry. I can handle it.” Both noticed it didn’t feel weird to talk of them still being together several years in the future.
“Stay with me?” Harry asked softly.

“For as long as you want me.” They exchanged a gentle kiss.

Harry froze with his hand on the door, listening intently. He could make out the voices of his friends through the compartment door and it sounded like a pretty intense argument.

“How dare you!”

“Me? You backstabbing idiot! How could you do this to him? He’s meant to be your best friend after all.” He was surprised to recognise Neville’s voice, the other boy was usually very softly spoken.
“I pity you Weasley, you truly don’t know a good thing when you’ve got it?”

“A good thing? Yeah right! Always in Potter’s shadow, just a sidekick. If it weren’t for Mione and me he wouldn’t have made it to the stone in first year or worked out what the monster was. But do we get the credit we deserve? No! It’s all the Golden Boys'.” Harry felt tears prickle as Ron spat back at Neville.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves, Ronald, Hermione. Harry has always put others first. It is not his or our fault that you are to blinded by your own self importance to see that.” Luna’s dreamy voice brought a slight smile.

“Oh shut up Loony, who cares what you think?” He bristled at Hermione’s words. Had she forgotten first year?
“The Headmaster knows what’s best after all. He was the one who asked us to watch Harry and for good reasons. He simply has no respect for authority.”

“And I don’t blame him! With everything the Ministry and most of our teachers have put him through I wouldn’t blame him if he left! Come on Luna, let’s find Harry. He doesn’t need to be around these idiots!” Harry backed off as the door began to open, fleeing down the corridor to lock himself in the bathroom. But he refused to let the tears fall.

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Wufei frowned as Harry began to move fitfully. Gently he ran his fingers through the other teens hair, letting him know he wasn’t alone. As tears began to slip past his closed eyelids Fei gathered him to his chest, slowly rocking them.

“It’s okay Harry, I’m here. Wake up love, you’re not there. Come back to me Harry.”

“Fei?”

“Shhh. You’re alright, I’ve got you.” He pressed a kiss to the unruly hair.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why did they betray me?”

“You didn’t do anything Harry. Some people have no loyalty. They aren’t worth your pain.” Harry still hadn’t told him exactly what had happened but he’d pieced enough together to know that friends Harry had trusted with his life had betrayed him, spying on him for another. He’d love to get his hands on them for what they’d done; it could take years for Harry to recover from their betrayal. He knew Harry wanted to trust them but he also didn’t want to be hurt again. He felt Harry slowly begin to relax in his arms.
“Sleep, I’m here. Let me guard your dreams.” He tilted Harry’s head back so that he could claim his lips in a gentle kiss. Harry was soon asleep again but Fei found himself unable to follow him.
“I swear I will do everything I can to make sure they never hurt you again.” He whispered into raven hair. It was as he was drifting off that he realised what he’d called Harry without a thought, causing him to smile as he drifted off. He truly did love him.

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“Hey! You’re walking!”

“Thank you for stating the obvious Maxwell.” Wufei drawled earning a laugh from Harry who was standing at his elbow, ready to help if he was needed.

“Should you be doing that?”

“His leg’s fine now. He still shouldn’t try anything too strenuous for a few days but walking’s fine.”

“That’s great! I think Heero’s getting a little cabin fever.”

“Oh. Guess that means we’ll be leaving soon” Harry frowned. His time with the other five had been so good he didn’t want it to end.

“Yeah, so we need to know you’re decision soon so we can get set up.”

“He’ll be staying at one of Quatre’s places, preferably in the desert.”

“Really? That’s great! We’ll all make sure to drop by as often as possible. I’ll go tell the others the news.” Duo bolted form the room much to Wufei’s amusement. He looked to Harry to see him still frowning.

“Harry? What is it?”

“I don’t want this to end.” He whispered.

“We aren’t ending. Yes, it’ll be hard and we won’t see each other for long periods of time but there’s nothing else we can do. I can’t quite Harry.”

“I know, I wouldn’t ask you to. I just hate that I won’t know what’s going on.”

“We’ll keep in contact, I promise.” Harry moved into his welcoming embrace.

“Good, otherwise I’m coming after you. You have to stay alive remember.” Wufei laughed.

“I remember, I have very good incentive to do so.

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“May I have your attention please?” He waited until the chatter died down.
“Thank you. As I’m sure you have noticed one of your classmates has failed to return this year. Mr. Potter is currently at a secure location. We have reason to believe that a case of mistaken identity caused him to flee for his life from his home. As most of you are aware there is turmoil in the muggle world, much of which has been caused by five terrorists. One of those terrorists bares a remarkable resemblance to Mr. Potter. It appears that soldiers were sent to his residence, believing that the terrorist was living there. Mr. Potter managed to escape them and disappear in the muggle world before contacting us. He has now been removed from the school and placed into advanced training for the coming war. Because of that you are asked not to try to contact him, as he must focus on his training. Only the best have been chosen to help him in his task. With luck he will be back by after Christmas, next school year at the latest. I am sure we all wish him luck. Thank you.” Dumbledore sat as the Great Hall erupted with conversations, all about Harry.

“It would be interesting if the muggles did catch him.”

“Severus! Don’t suggest it. Do you have any idea what they would do to him if they really thought he was that terrorist? He does not deserve to be tortured, no matter what you think!”

“Minerva is right my boy. We must find Harry before they do.”

“Why not inform the muggles of Mr. Potter’s circumstances?”

“The Minister has refused to do so.” The teachers failed to notice the two students listening very carefully.

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“We need to get a letter to Harry somehow, let him know what’s going on.”

“How?” Neville sighed.

“I don’t know Luna, but we have to do something. There’s more to it than Dumbledore said. You heard as well, they don’t know where Harry is.”

“Of course there is. Perhaps the house elves?”

“Huh?”

“The one that likes Harry. He should be able to find him.”

“Luna you’re a genius.”

“I doubt that Neville, but that was kind of you.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but you’ve been acting different the last year.”

“Perhaps I am not as loony as others suppose?” Neville laughed.

“You sure had most people fooled. Lets go find that elf.” He bowed to the Ravenclaw, earning a slight giggle. The two left the Room of Requirements to find a certain hyper house elf. Neither noticed the ease with witch they got around the castle lately although they wondered that no teachers ever caught them out after curfew. Hogwarts would protect those who were loyal to her children.

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Wufei watched in amusement as Harry stared out the window at the ground far below in wonder. He knew Harry was used to flying and at fairly impressive altitudes considering it was on a stick of wood but it was nice to see him so carefree and excited. They’d split up to travel to the mansion Harry would be living in for the foreseeable future and Wufei and chosen air as their method simply for Harry’s enjoyment. He’d seen Harry fly just once, when he’d taken Duo up. They’d all had a good laugh at the self proclaimed Shingami when the two had landed, even Duo had been worried at some of the stunts Harry had pulled. He knew they’d all briefly wondered how that skill would translate in a Gundam. It was tempting to find out.

“Not air sick?” He grinned at Harry’s unamused look.

“Are you kidding? This is great! I’ve never been so high!”

“I thought you’d enjoy this more than a boat or truck.”

“Definitely. How long?”

“Another hour or so. We’ll meet the others at the house.” Harry nodded and turned back to the window but not before entwining their fingers so that he had a good grip on Wufei’s hand. He could see that while still excited Harry was also extremely nervous. After all, they were leaving him in a foreign country in a house full of strangers. What annoyed Wufei was that he had a mission in the morning. He knew the others would stay as long as they could to help Harry settle but he didn’t want to be parted so soon when they had no idea how long it would be for. He hadn’t said anything to Harry yet but he’d seen the look the raven haired teen had given him before they’d left that morning, he’d heard Wufei’s laptop beeping and that meant only one thing.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” Harry murmured, still staring out the window. It amazed hi how the other seemed to read his thoughts at times but Harry had sworn telepathy was not a Wizarding ability.

“We have tonight. Maybe it will be a short trip.”

“Knowing my luck? It’ll last a year or two.”

“Don’t say that. You’ll be so busy with training and enjoying the sites you won’t even notice the time until I get back.”

“Just make sure you do come back or I swear I’m coming after you and you do not want a pissed off Wizard out for your blood.”

“Understood.” He smiled as Harry moved from the window to lean against him.

“Think the others are having fun?”

“As long as Heero hasn’t shot Duo yet.”

“They are a weird pair, I can see Quatre and Trowa easily but those two? I’m surprised Heero hasn’t shot him yet.”

“You could do it for him next time you see them.” Harry stiffened slightly.
“You’re still not comfortable with the idea of learning how to use a gun are you?”

“I know it’s silly. I mean, in a way the killing curse is worse and I’ve accepted I’ll need to learn it but for some reason yes the gun does bother me more. It’s stupid I know.”

“No it’s not, it is something that bothers you. But you will be taught be competent professionals who will make sure you can use it safely.” He dropped a kiss on Harry’s nose earning a blush.

“Fei.” He hissed.
“People will see.”

“I don’t care. Does it bother you?”

“I’m used to stares but I thought we were meant to keep a low profile. I doubt everyone staring at us counts.” Harry admonished.

“You are correct and the fact that you had to remind me is not good.”

“So I guess it’s good I put up silencing and notice-me-not charms before we took off.” Harry grinned at Wufei’s flabbergasted expression.

“You what?” With that he attacked, secure in the knowledge that with Harry’s charms they were safe from notice. He quickly set about reducing his companion to a laughing mess for the rest of the flight.