Declaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing.
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Chapter One
Harry Potter groaned when he hit the ground and everything went black. For the next month he was experimented on and interigated to see what he knew and they found out about his 'abnormal' abilities that only he seemed to have. He couldn't remember most of what happened to him only some. The last thing he remembered before this was killing Voldemort. After that Harry had passed out. He remembered feeling extremely light and it felt like he was floating. But Harry had been to tired to even think about it and with the pain that he was still feeling from having the Cruciatus Curse cast on him repeatedly for the weeks that he had been captured. Between that and the constant torture from the Death Eater. The Sectumsempra spell had done the most damage though.
Harry lifted his head up and to look around the cell for the hundredth time that month to see if there was any way out without majic. Like one form a movie or a military base. Harry moaned when he felt the pain shoot through his body as he sat up. He needed to get out of the cell and the base because he felt that someone needed him. Something was wrong too.
Harry looked around and seen that he was the only one in the cell that he could see but he really couldn't see much because it was so dark. He slowly stood and felt one of his wounds open. He could feel the blood pouring out but he didn't have time to stop and see if the wound was bad because he didn't want anyone to know that he was there.
Harry slowly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door. "Alohomora." he muttered and the door flew open. The only reason he still had his wand was becuase he had hid it when they found him. He needed to free the other prisoner that they had brought in three days ago. He didn't like the idea of leaving anyone behind. He walk throw the halls and opened the doors with the same spell seeing that none of the cell seemed to have anyone in them until he came to the last one.A small blonde boy sat in the middle of the cell. He didn't seem to have anything wrong with him and seen that the blonde just seemed to be sleeping.
Harry walked over to the small blonde and shook the blonde. The blonde suddenly flew up and looked at Harry. "Who are you?" the blonde asked as he sat up realizing that it wasn't one of the other Gundam Pilots. "Why are you helping me?"
Harry shook his head and walked over to the cell door and seen that no one was anywhere near the cell. "We have to hurry."Harry said as he walked out of the room. He didn't have to stop to know that the other boy was following him. "There going to notice that we're gone soon. Do you have any idea how to get out of here." Harry asked as they came to the hanger.
The blonde boy just nodded and the headed to a craft. "Don't worry we should be fine" the boysaid as the got onboard. "We should be able to safely get back to earth with this." The blonde started the ship and they where soon out of the hanger they were be shot at. Harry took a deep breath and remained calm. When they where safe Harry closed his eyes and let pain over take him and everything went black.
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Quatre looked over at the boy that he rescued him and noticed that the boy was in bad shape. There was blood soaking through the shirt that was way to big for him and it looked like hi s arm was broken. Quatre was shocked at the shape that the boy was in. But found it more shocking that the boy was able to stay on his feet as long as he did. Only Heero was able to do that as far as he knew. The boy looked a lot like Heero now that he thought about it. He had the messy hair that looked like it was never brushed and the emotionless eyes that had seen to much. But he done one thing that not even Heero could do. He could keep Quatre form feeling his emotions and pain. Heero was definitely bigger then the boy. But so was he and Quatre was the shortest Gundam Pilot.
Quatre quietly got up and walked to the back of the cabin to see if there was any medical supplies on the small space ship. When he found them he walked back over to the boy and slowly pulled the torn bloody shirt off the boy and then set to work on the more serious of the injuries. Quatre had a hard time not throwing up at the sight of the small body. The boy shouldn't have survived at the amount of damage that he seemed to have. Quatre quickly and efficiently bandaged all the wounds and stitched the ones that needed it. He hoped that the boy would make it because Quatre owed the boy his life. Quatre sat back down in the pilot seat and made sure that the ship was on auto pilot and then let himself fall into a uneasy sleep.
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