God Must Really Hate Me.
Chapter 1: …He Can't Even Let Me Run Off In Peace!
The sun was slowly setting down as a light breeze found its way over Little Whinging in Surrey.
The last peoples of the day hurried their steps a little more to get home before the last beams were gone, you never knew what could happen with the war going on.
A lonely figure, at the only unbroken swing in park, smiled as he shook his head at their antics, feeling a little dizzy after the action.
If the war ever showed its face here, which it never would for the simple reason that there just wasn't anything interesting in this place, their stupid houses wouldn't even keep them safe.
And that were against neither wars.
Not the muggle and especially not the magical one.
For another two hours he just sat there feeling drowsy and in pain.
He had only been back from his school for a week and already he was contemplating his chances of survival.
As late as earlier that day, his uncle had suddenly gone crazy over something, which he never even found out what was, and had beaten him bloody over it.
Secretly, he had a suspicion that there wasn't always a reason and that he just for some sick reason liked to beat him up.
Afterwards he had sneaked out and ran off to the park and not even the fact that he had seen his cousin Dudley return home over an hour ago had made him leave the swing.
An old fantasy was playing in his hurting head as the swing slowly moved back and forth.
Why not just run of?
He had never felt so tempted before.
He had the money for a shuttle to outer space, where there was next to no magic, and enough money for him to live off for years to come. He could get a high school and a college exam, live the muggle life far away from all the wimpy wizards wanting him to save the world, they had all turned on him anyway, calling him insane for thinking that Voldemort had returned, he was only going to be sixteen in a couple of days, it wouldn't look suspicious, and now that Sirius was gone what did he have left here?.
He felt an air of calm determination settle inside him.
Tomorrow he would take the bus to Diagon Alley, withdraw his money from Gringotts and exchange them for dollars, buy a ticket to the first shuttle leaving earth and be off forever.
No insane dark wizards, no dying classmates and no meddling headmasters forcing him to stay with abusive family.
The only regret was that he wouldn't be able to show Hermione the panther-animagus form he had finally mastered two days ago, but so what? Maybe she wouldn't care anyway.
He slowly got up from the swing with a pained expression and started to, reluctantly, find his way home in the now total darkness of the park, all the while lost in his own thoughts of the upcoming escape, but just as he started to cross the lawn in front of the playground, a loud bang tore its way through the silent night air.
At the sound Harry's head sharply shoot up, then instincts made him run as fast as his hurting ribs allowed in direction of the nearest hideout, a group of bushes to his left.
That sound had just sounded a little too much like someone apperating, and as he was in the middle of a lawn, he felt rather like a sitting-duck.
He silently cursed his way too big clothes and broken ribs, as he ducked in between the bushes, got stuck on a branch, and right after connected with the earth sending a sharp stab pain throughout his entire body.
For a moment he just lay there hissing in pain and trying to listening for anything that could give away a potential threat.
Silence… complete and utter silence….
Then a set of steps from afar suddenly broke it.
Someone was walking down the gravel-track along the bushes which was his hideout.
Should he attack first?
No! It could be a muggle.
But if it was a wizard and they were on the dark side, the moment of surprise would give him an advantage that he sorely needed right now.
Now the steps were pretty close.
The fact that there were three persons made him stiffen a little more.
Two of the sets were quit light and made him wonder a moment if it was just some children.
Then again, children wouldn't be out at this hour, at least not with the war going on.
Then suddenly, a few steps away from him, they stopped…
It felt like an eternity while he just lay there, surrounded by darkness and silence, mentally preparing himself for the worst, then a cold blade of steal silently laid itself against his neck.
It slowly hovered, forcing him to stand with his back to the person holding the sword, and then a soft push indicated to walk out on the gravel-track where now only two persons were situated.
How had the third sneaked up on him through the bushes without him hearing?
…Gundam Boys side…
Wufei, Duo and Quatre, had silently agreed that maybe they shouldn't had taken the shortcut through the park to get to the new safe house quicker, when it was at this hour of the night.
It had only made them all paranoid to walk in complete darkness and totally relying on their other senses.
Especially after something they all thought sounded way too much like a gunshot went off nearby.
But when Wufei had suddenly stopped them and had disappeared into the thicket only to return with a child there didn't even reach him to the chin; it had finally sunk in that they were maybe a little too paranoid for others well being.
…And back to Harry…
It was too dark to make out their faces but it was pretty obvious that they were neither wearing robes nor masks, and if they had been death eaters they would had used a wand instead of a blade… the realization made him relax a little.
As they stepped up to the other two, one of the persons from the track said something in a language he didn't understood, but were somewhat sure was Asiatic.
The new information made him tense up again… Weren't those muggle-war-soldier-OZ-fellows from Asia? Were these peoples from OZ? If they were, then what were they doing here?
The second person from the track made a somewhat giggling sound and a comment even he, without understanding the language, understood were a snide remark, which, to Harry's surprise earned the person a whack from the first person.
The third, which by the way still held a blade to his throat, shifted his weight to get a more comfortable position, before the two others started bickering, accidentally sliding the blade a little too close, telling Harry just how sharp it was, as a little track of blood found its way down to his collar.
This was just not happening!
There was just not some maniac holding a blade to his neck while his two maniac friends stood in front of them whacking each other over the head and a Death Eater in all possibility were running wild nearby in the dark… and just as he had decided to finally leave this crazy life.
Maybe it was God's punishment for wanting to run from his responsibility in the first place.
If he just knew if there was a Death Eater, he would at least be able to concentrate on one problem at the time… and maybe even come out of this with his neck somewhat intact.
A crazy idea suddenly stuck him.
If he could transform just a little part of himself into his animagus he would be able to hear or see if there was anyone near them.
But if the strangers saw him suddenly spurting cat-ears, wouldn't they get suspicious?
God he had a killer headache.
Well, he needed to know if there were more dangers out there, and none of them were able to see that much in the dark anyway.
Quickly he let his ears and his eyes shift to those of a panther, dancing a little victory dance in his mind when he succeeded, and started scanning the aria for other persons.
There didn't seem to be any others near them.
Maybe he was just paranoid after the accident at the ministry and it had actually just been a car having problems starting, but the two boys in front of him, where by themselves quit interesting.
They didn't look to be much older than himself, and none of them looked like they came from Asia, the one which he guessed made the snide remark even had a incredibly long braid that kept swinging from side to side, making a whoosh…whoosh sound, driving his sensible cat-ears insane.
With a sight he tried to change back to normal….. He stiffened…. They wouldn't change.
Great! Just great! Why was the whole universe against him today?
In desperation he made a second try, closing his eyes and concentrating really hard.
…Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…whoosh…
His head felt like it was going to explode.
He looked up annoyed, cutting himself a little more on the blade in the process, putting his temper to a new test.
"Could you please stop that braid from whooshing? I'm slowly going insane from that noise" he harshly bit, hoping the others understood his language.
The two older boys stopped to look at him, while the person behind him shifted again, making a third track of blood.
"What?" the boy with the braid finally got out, sounding a bit shocked.
"Your braid! It makes an annoying sound! Stop it!" He got out through his teeth. For a moment they just stared at him. "Pleeeeeeeeas?" He whined.
The teen grasped his braid and the whooshing stopped making the small boy with the blade by his neck take a relived breath.
"Thank God it stopped" he closed his eyes again trying to change the ears and eyes back… nothing happened.
Well except that the headache increased a little.
"You could actually hear my braid?" the teen sounded shocked and now that he was putting sentences together he could hear the distinctive American accent.
The boy opened an eye "Aye"
"How?" The American teen looked intensely at him.
"Does it matter?" He calmly answered, not feeling calm at all. The others looked at him like he had grown a second head. "Listen, it's in the middle of the night, we are standing in the middle of a park in total darkness, and we are making more noise than a kindergarten on a sugar high, we are bound to attract trouble sooner or later. Can we please move this party to a little less perilous location?" The others just kept steering at him. "Hey! I did say please!" 'And I would really like not to explain the ears' he added in his head.
The first person made a comment to the others in the unidentified language, clearly stating something they all had been thinking. Then a short discussion followed, ending with the person behind him removing the blade for a moment, only to remove his glasses too and blindfolding him, before biding his hands behind his back and giving him a soft push to make him walk in the direction they were now leading him.
Joy oh joy!
This had to be the worst day in his life, and that wasn't a light statement with all the bad days he had had.
His ribs were shooting ripples of pain through his entire body with every step he had taken on the long way from the park, his head was slowly killing him and the braid had been given its freedom back much to his annoyance.
And as if the strangers hadn't done enough damage to his body already with all the cuts on his neck and the red marks on his hand from the too tight bond keeping them behind his back, they just had to push him onto a hard wooden chair upon the arrival to their "apparently supposed to be" secret location.
Now they were discussing in the language again.
Well, the person with the blade still hadn't said a word, so technically it was the braid and the light one (as he had in his lack of names dubbed them) that were discussing.
Harry shuffled around on the chair a bit, trying to do the impossible and find a comfortable position, when suddenly the braid walked over to him and tucked his left cat ear.
With a shocked cry Harry twitched it, and then laid them both back to show his annoyance when the braid let go with a gasp.
"I would appreciate it if you would kindly not pull my ears, they are quite sensitive." He let out in an overly polite voice, mostly feeling like biting the annoyance's hand off.
"02, I think you should step away" The light one silently said, like he had read his mind.
"Oh so you do speak English!" Harry scratchily cut him off, altogether ignoring the fact that he had already stated that one time, as he got them to leave the park. "Well that's good to know, then you can understand it when I tell you that this is kidnapping and that here in England that's a crime!" for a long time he could just feel their stares at him. "But I guess you just don't care!" he sight. Well, so much for that rant.
The light one moved a little and then sat on something to Harry's left which was higher up than his chair and he therefore assumed was either a table or a barstool. "Maybe we should start the questioning." It wasn't a suggestion as much as an order.
The braid took another chair while the blade leaned against the wall to Harry's right.
"So, why were you sneaking up on us?" the light one asked like it was an everyday occurrence for them.
Harry gave an indignant huff at that. "Excuse me? Who sneaked up on whom?" Bloody, insufferable, gits. Why would he sneak up on them?
"Oh come on, you don't seriously want us to believe that it was a coincidence that we fund you lurking at us in the bushes?" the American braid angrily asked.
"I was not lurking on anyone!" Harry cried in his new fund rage, making his headache increase further. How dare they accuse him of something like that? Okay, now he sounded like Malfoy.
"Oh sure!" the sarcasm in the braids voice was so thick that you could cut a hole in it. "Well what the fuck were you doing then?"
"I was…" He cut himself of. If they were muggles he couldn't tell them anything. "That is absolutely none of you business!" he haughtily finished.
"What? Your little…" for a moment there was something there sounded like fighting taking place in front of him, which he guessed was the other two restraining the American one from strangling him.
"02, calm down; it's just a kid…"
"le' me go, I'm goanna beat the truth out of that little shit."
"No, calm down" the sound of someone being pushed hard into a chair filled the room, and the two others returned to their old stances.
"Okay, so let's save that question for later." The light one quipped "how could 05 sneak up on you if your hearing is good enough to hear 02's braid?"
Harry slowly felt his fury disappear, tiredness taking over. What the hell should he say? It wasn't like he could tell the truths. Unconsciously he bit his lower lip and started worrying it.
"You might as well tell the truth. We are experts in telling lies apart!" The braid bit into his musings.
"As if I believe that." He muttered darkly. "And I am exceptionally bad at lying anyway, so it's not really that hard to tell."
"Well then spill it kid"
Harry sight for what felt like the millionth time that night. How much should he tell? Well it wasn't like they could put him in Azkaban as he would be away by tomorrow afternoon, and there really was no way of cheating his way out of having suddenly grown cat ears. He yawned. Why was his head hurting so much anyway?
"Umm… okay…" He started. "Well, I had a fight at home earlier (well that was the understatement of the year) so I didn't want to go home right after, but eventually I had to, and while I was crossing the lawn I heard someone apperate so instead of standing around, playing moving target, I took hide in the bushes, but I forgot my broken ribs as I threw myself on the ground, so instead of listening for treats I was just so wrapped up in the pain and when I finally got a hold of myself, the only sound there was left was someone walking down the gravel-track, stopping a little from me before I suddenly had a blade at my neck, and then you just started to bicker and I didn't know what to do and maybe the one apperating was still around somewhere, and if it was a Death Eater it would be sure death not to just get the hell out of there so because it was dark and you wouldn't be able to make out the ears anyway, I took the chance and shifted a little into my animagus, just to make sure it was gone, but then I couldn't change back, and the blade kept cutting little wounds into my neck and that braid kept making that annoying sound and my head kept hurting and I was just so tired from all the healing I had already done today, and you all kept making all that noise and it was just a matter of ti…"
"Wow wow wow, slow down kid. I don't even think I got half of that." The braid cut of his rambling. His little speech had slowly been picking up speed with his growing desperation over all the things that had gone wrong that night.
"What was it again that scared you?" The light one calmly asked.
Harry bowed his head in shame. "Someone appareted nearby" he said in a low voice.
"And exactly how do you apparete?" The light one asked in a soothing way like you would a crying child tying to get it to tell what was wrong.
"Umm… I don't know, you have to be seventeen to take the license, but it is something about visualizing where you want to be and then pushing your powers into getting there or something like that." He yawned greatly and shifted on the chair again suddenly realizing how tired he was getting.
For a little while there was just silence as the strangers contemplated what he had just said.
In the darkness of the blindfold it was easy to forget they were even there. Wow he was tired.
"What time is it?" he slurred half asleep, remembering that he needed to be back for his stuff before his family woke up.
He yawned again.
"Around two o'clock. We should get some rest." The light one answered probably noticing his yawning.
"What? I have to be out in tree hours! Let me go!" even though he tried to sound cool and demanding, it didn't turn out as anything else than a week mumble.
His mind was slowly shutting down from all the magical exhaustion and it had become a fight just to stay awake. The cat ears seemed to be draining him to, if he could just get them to disappear.
With a last try to get them to change back, he suddenly felt his world waver and he blacked out…
The G-Boys side…
The pilots watched in horror as the child on the stool swayed dangerously as he mumbled something incoherent before dropping to the floor getting snagged out of the air by Fei, just before he hit the ground.
Slowly the black cat ears drew back into his head as a human pair showed up where they should be.
In a matter of seconds the Chinese pilot had ripped both the blindfold and his hair-ribbon which he had used to bind the child's hand with, off, checking his pupils, looking for a reason for fainting like that.
He slowly turned to look at the others.
"He's got a concussion!"
End off the first chapter.
AN: Okay, Harry's headache and mood changes and that he is having problems thinking clearly is because of the concussion which he got in the fight with his uncle. That is the same reason why he can't change the ears back. He is also magically drained because he has already healed a lot of the injuries from the fight to escape the stupid questions they are bound to attract in public. Just thought I would clear that up.