Hurry Home
By Ammie Hawk
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Gundam Wing, or the song Hurry Home
Summary: Separated by two completely different wars, a father and son will finally be reunited.
Warnings: Yaoi
Pairings: SS/HP, past CD/HP, 05/02, 03/04, 06/01, RW/HG, SB/RL
AN: Okay, my latest plot bunny has arisen. I'm actually not going to apologize for starting a new fic, cause I recently realized, the more I have to work on the more I get done. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
It doesn't matter what you've done, I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home
(Chorus of Hurry Home by Jason Michael Carroll)
Prologue: Remember Me
Lady Une, former OZ general and now head of the Preventers, frowned at the file in front of her. This was very disturbing news indeed. The boys weren't going to like this when they found out. Not only had one of their own been filed into the system, but he'd have to be placed, in accordance with the newly established Family Reconstruction Act, as he was still a minor.
It had been about six months since the end of the Eve Wars, and each of the five former Gundam pilots had gone their separate ways. She had, however, kept tabs on their current locations, for safety reasons. It wouldn't do for the head of the Preventers to not keep an eye on five highly unstable, newly emancipated, teens. Not that she was worried about the safety of others, no, she mostly kept tabs on them for their own safety, even if they were all more than capable of taking care of themselves.
A faint smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she thought about each of the five young men. Heero Yuy and Wufei Chang were both premiere agents of the fine organization of which she was now in command. Duo Maxwell was happily busy on L-2 working at a junkyard with young Hilde Schbeiker. Trowa Barton was still employed by the circus and traveling around with them. Then there was Quatre Rebarba Winner, the Winner heir, he had taken his position inside his family's company and was doing rather well for himself.
With a frown, she slammed her hand down on the intercom button, located on her desk. She had to deal with this issue quickly, before it fell into the wrong hands.
"Get me Po!" she barked, not caring at the moment how she sounded to the poor secretary in the next room.
She waited, tapping her fingers impatiently against the folder in front of her. Why was this taking so long? The doctor should've been here by now. Just as she was about to hit the button again, there was a soft knocking on the door.
She barked for the person to enter and almost sagged in relief as her eyes met those of the Preventers head doctor. She quickly motioned for the other woman to have a seat before once again opening the file on her desk.
"Dr. Po," she began, glancing up briefly from the pages in front of her, "would you like to tell me why in the name of hell I am looking at a file that should never have been made in the first place?"
"My apologies, Lady Une," the doctor sighed. "I had no choice but to make the file. I triple checked the blood analysis myself and it was a match. Apparently, the sample was taken during the war."
"Damn it!" Une banged her fist on the desk. "This is not going to be pleasant. The five of them are not going to like this turn of events."
"I'm aware of that, Lady Une," Sally gave a soft sigh. "But we cannot, in good conscious, not tell him. He has the right to know that he has family out there."
"You're right, of course," the head of the Preventers sighed as well. "Very well, bring him in. And contact the family, they have a right to know as well."
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Duo Maxwell wasn't sure why he'd been contacted by the Preventers. He hadn't done anything illegal since the end of the war, at least that he'd been caught doing. He shook his head as he made his way inside the rather plain looking building and up to the desk marked INFORMATION. After shamelessly flirting with the young lady stationed there, he was told to wait over by the doors for someone to escort him up to his meeting.
Not five minutes later, the door opened and a shaggy haired brunette walked out, perusing a file. His steps faltered, however, as he looked up and spotted the braided teen. A frown marred his usually stoic face, his eyes never leaving his friend's visage, as he thought about what he'd been told to do. He'd been sent down to the lobby to escort someone upstairs to conference room B, which was where people were taken when they were taking part in the Family Reconstruction Act. Why was the former Deathscythe pilot meeting with Une there?
"Duo," he said, having finally reached the other teen.
"Heero!" the braided teen jumped to his feet and threw his arms around the former Wing pilot. "Did Une drag you here too? Or, wait, let me guess, you work here?"
"Hn," Heero nodded, causing the other to roll his eyes slightly. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to the meeting room."
"Alrighty," Duo beamed, throwing his arms around the other's shoulders as they walked. "Ya know, I missed you guys, right? Didn't realize it till just now, but yeah, it's not the same without ya. I mean, yeah, Hilde's great and all, but it's just not like hanging out with you and the other three. Not to mention she's got herself a boyfriend."
"Hn," the brunette grunted.
"Aww, you missed me too, didn't ya?" the former Deathscythe pilot laughed merrily. "So, you wouldn't happen to know why Une summoned me here, do ya? I mean, it's not like I've been caught breaking the law or anything."
"The way you phrased that, Maxwell," a voice answered from behind them, "makes me not want to ask what you've been doing."
"Wufei!" Duo turned around, his braid flying in a large arc. "You too, man? Damn, this is just peachy. What did I do to deserve seeing both of you in one spot? Wait, you two aren't together, are you?"
"No," Heero scowled, giving one of his patented death glares of doom.
"I'd rather not have to deal with an angry Zechs Merquise for the mere mention of such a inference, Maxwell," Wufei rolled his eyes. "So please kindly refrain from insinuating such."
"Oh, I bet Relena loves that," the braided teen laughed. "You ditched her for her older brother. Does she even talk to you anymore, Hee-chan?"
"Hn," the brunette gave him a blank stare.
"Fine, fine, I get it," he beamed. "So we don't bring up the pink bitch. So what've you been up to, Fei?"
"My name is Wufei, Maxwell," black eyes narrowed into slits, how dare that idiot butcher his name like that.
"We need to be going," Heero said, grabbing hold of Duo's braid, hoping to prevent bloodshed. "Lady Une is waiting for you in conference room B."
He deliberately dropped the room name so his partner would get the hint and start investigating the situation while he continued with his task. Wufei's eyes widened slightly before he turned on his heel and headed back down the hall and disappeared into one of the many rooms located there.
"So, what's so special about conference room B?" Duo asked, having caught the exchange, he had been a Gundam pilot after all.
"Lady Une will tell you once I get you there," the former Wing pilot scowled slightly. Apparently Duo didn't know why he was here either.
They finally reached their destination and Heero knocked on the metal portal. After a moment, and a soft call for them to enter, Heero opened the door and preceded the braided teen into the room. He saluted the two women sitting at the table before turning on his heel and heading back down the hall. Duo stood there for a moment, watching his friend's actions before plopping down in an open chair and turning to face the two ladies.
"Une, Sally," he nodded, "nice ta see ya both again."
"Duo, it's always a pleasure," the doctor beamed at him.
"Maxwell," Lady Une cleared her throat, pleasantries could wait until later. "I know you're wondering why we called you here."
"Never one to beat around the bush, where ya, Une Baby," he chuckled. "So why did ya call me to conference room B, cause Hee-chan and Wuffers seemed to think the room was important as well?"
"Yes, well," she shook her head slightly. "You're not going to like this, but in accordance with the Family Reconstruction Act, we are obligated to inform you, Duo Maxwell, that we have found your family."
"Ha!" the braided teen doubled up laughing. "Oh, Une Baby, you really had me going there for a sec! Honestly, me, have family! Hahaha!"
"Duo, this isn't funny," Sally scowled at him, not sure why he was laughing.
"Wait, you're serious?" he sobered up immediately, the doctor's expression speaking louder than the former General's announcement. "I actually have family out there. How the fuck did you find out? I'm not even in the fucking system. You agreed that the five of us pilots were better off not in it."
"And we still hold by that," Lady Une frowned at the folder in front of her. "However, you were already in the database. Apparently, when you were about to be executed Romefeller decided they needed a blood sample as well."
"What's that mean, though, for me?" he gave her a confused look.
"It means, Duo," Sally sighed, "that as soon as we hear back from your family, you will more than likely be placed into their custody."
"Who the hell did you find?" he asked, the beginnings of panic entering his voice.
"We have found your father," Une answered, finally flipping open the file. "There is no record of your mother. However, we have sent a letter to your father and informed him of this new development."
"How long is this fucking gonna take?" the former Deathscythe pilot scoffed, completely floored by the situation.
"We hope to hear from him within the week," Lady Une said decisively. "In the mean time, you will be in the care of Agents 01 and 05. Agent Waters," she turned to the doctor, "if you would be so kind as to bring them in, as well as Agent Wind, we will conclude this meeting."
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"Ugh."
The groan sounded throughout the small house as its owners returned from their many months absence. A bag was dropped by the door, as the younger of the two men made his way into the sitting room and flopped down on the couch. The elder gave him a slightly affectionate, condescending look before picking up the discarded bag and heading toward the stairs, which would take him to their bedroom.
"Why the hell did I let you talk me into working with those damn brats?" the young man on the couch called after the man. "I remember you telling me, all those years ago, how much you hated working with all those dunderheads."
"If I recall correctly," the other said, sticking his head back into the room before he made his way up the stairs, "you were the one who said your talents would be best served at Hogwarts. There was also the small fact that I would be detained within the castle for ten months out of the year, while you would be here with nothing but your imagination and knack for trouble to keep you company."
"You're so mean to me," the younger pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why do I put up with you?"
"Because you are irrevocably in love with my wit and sarcasm," the elder called from up the stairs. "And the fact that you married me."
"Damn it, you've got a point there," he scratched his head sheepishly. "Fine then, I'll just quit. I've had enough of those damn kids injuring themselves and ending up in my care."
"You've been saying that for the past ten years," his husband said, coming back into the room. "You have yet to go through with your idle threat. Besides, even if you tried that incorrigible fool we both work for would somehow get you to stay on, and you know it."
"Damn him and his twinkling eyes," he ran his hand through his shoulder length black hair, scowling as he ran into a patch of tangles. "Did you check the mail when we came? I hate leaving it for all those months while we're away, but it's not as if we can get home during that time."
"Why don't you get off your lazy ass and check it yourself, you ungrateful brat?" the older man sneered playfully.
"Cause if I did that," the younger smirked, "I would have to get up. And as your Healer, old man, I believe it would be good for your health to do a bit of exercise."
"Your impertinence still knows no bounds, you ungrateful little whelp," dark eyes rolled, as he made his way over to the small table next to the door.
He picked up the considerable stack of letters and began sorting them into three piles: his, his spouse's, and junk mail. The second pile was considerably larger than the first, but the third left the other two dwarfed in comparison. When it was finally all sorted, he made his way back over to his husband and handed him his still considerable pile. He then seated himself in his armchair a short distance away and began reading the few letter.
"Let's see what the haul is this year," his husband muttered, bringing the stack up to his face so he wouldn't have to bend his neck and began rifling through it, making his own piles. "Weasley... Weasley... Weasley... Weasley... you'd think they'd learn by now to send their correspondence to the school," he scoffed. "Ooh, client... client... Weasley... Weasley... interview..." he pulled a face. "Weasley... client... another interview... what the hell is this?"
"What is it?" his husband looked up from his own perusal of his letters at the other's abrupt change in commentary.
"It's from the Muggle Preventers," the younger man scowled. "I haven't done anything in the Muggle world for awhile now. Wait, you don't think this has to do with my relatives do you? My cousin was in the war, wasn't he? Oh shit! What if this has something to do with him or his family? You don't think my aunt or uncle would've put me down as next of kin, do you?"
"Why don't you desist speculating on probabilities and open the damnable letter already?"
"Fine," he pouted, breaking the seal with his thumb and pulling the letter out.
As his eyes darted back and forth across the page rapidly behind his spectacles, his face slowly began draining of color. His husband's dark eyes grew concerned as he noted his spouse's pallor. Reaching out a hand, he placed it gently on his lover's knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"What does it say?" he asked, but received no answer from his shocked partner. "Harry... Harry! Harry James Potter answer me!"
"They've found him!" Harry's wide emerald eyes met his husband's concerned gaze. "Severus, they've found him!"
"Found whom, exactly?" Severus scowled, not sure what to make of his husband's tone.
"My son!" Harry answered as he jumped to his feet. "They've found my son!"
And with that exclamation, he pulled his wand from his sleeve, turned on the spot, and was gone before his husband could get a word in edgewise.
Ammie: Okay, there it is! My latest venture into fanfictiondom. I hope you all enjoy, and until next time.
