Rescue Me

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: So yeah, I just can't lay claim to anything, so you know the drill.

Summary: The summer before his fifth year, Harry stumbles across a diary in a Muggle antique shop. Looking for an unbiased ear, he starts writing. Little does he know that someone else holds an identical diary, and they became unlikely confidants.

Prologue

Harry Potter, age fourteen, soon to be fifteen, plopped down on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number four Privet Drive, a small shopping bag clutched in his hands. He had just finished his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he had competed in a deadly tournament, the Triwizard Tournament, and had witnessed the death of a fellow student and the rise of his most feared enemy, Lord Voldemort.

He sighed as he fished out a quill from the small space under his bed, where he hid his most precious belongings, his wand, his Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, and the Marauder's Map, along with several of his summer assignments he had to complete for the coming term. Once he had the desired object, as well as some ink, he crawled back to the center of his bed and pulled the item from the shopping bag.

He had spent most of his free time this summer wandering around the town of Surrey, so he wouldn't have to be in the house of his relatives. Today, he had ended up in a small antique shop on the outskirts of town, where he had found a small little journal, that while older, had never been used. He had been drawn to the little book for some strange reason. So he had bought it. Now, he was going to use it. He figured that since his 'friends' weren't willing to talk to him, he thought he could talk to this book, maybe if he got his feelings out, he'd calm down and maybe, just maybe, he would stop having nightmares every night.

So I've never done this before, but I figured I'd give it a try.

Well, I guess I'll start off with an introduction.

My name is Harry, just Harry. I am currently fourteen years old, though I'll be fifteen in a couple weeks. Now everything sounds normal, but I am far from normal. You see, I'm a wizard, fresh from my fourth year at wizarding school. Now before you go off thinking that this is amazing and extraordinary and quite possibly hard to believe, I can assure you that it is entirely true. And while yes, it is amazing and extraordinary, but like most everything, it can be scary at times. Like the end of term this past year… Come to think of it, every year something bad happens.

Well, with that being said, I think I should start at the beginning. When I was a baby, my parents were murdered by an evil wizard. Since that day, I have lived with my aunt and uncle and cousin. I didn't know I was a wizard until my eleventh birthday, when someone from my school came and told me. I made friends on the train ride, as well as an enemy. Well, more of a rival really. Anyway, school was fun and interesting. I even got picked for my house Quidditch team. Then at the end of the year, my friends and I went and saved a precious stone from one of our teachers, who had the evil wizard who killed my parents on the back of his head (and yes, his face was literally on the back of his head). And that was my first near death experience at school.

My second year, I had trouble even before school started. On my birthday, I got a visit from a house elf, saying that bad things were gonna happen at my school. He really didn't want me to go back so he performed some magic, which got me in trouble with both the ministry and my uncle. It looked like the elf would get his wish, but one of my friends and his brothers rescued me. I spent the rest of the summer with them. I almost didn't make it to school after that either, as the house elf blocked the barrier to the train. Though, I did make it. As predicted, bad things did start happening. It turned out that a basilisk was attacking students, luckily none of them died. My friends and I figured it out and, as my friend's sister had been taken, we went to its lair and I ended up killing it. It bit me in the process, but thanks to a phoenix, I survived my second year.

The summer before my third year, I ran away from my aunt and uncle's after I blew up my uncle's sister (and I mean like a balloon, not like an explosion). I was sure I was going to be expelled and arrested for my bout of accidental magic. However, when I arrived in the wizarding world, I was met by the Minister of Magic and he told me everything was forgiven, because little did I know, a 'mass murderer' had escaped from wizarding prison and was supposedly after me. Also because of him, dementors had been sent to my school. Dementors are foul, soulless creatures that feed off happiness and the souls of people. They affected me badly, so one of my teachers taught me a spell to repel them. Anyway, the 'mass murderer' attacked the school but wasn't caught. I found out that he was my godfather and completely innocent. He had accepted the jail sentence because he felt guilty for my parents' death, and the reason he escaped was that he saw the rat, that betrayed my parents and killed all those people, in the paper. I ended up saving my godfather from about a hundred dementors, however the rat escaped and he had to go on the run again.

During the summer before my fourth year, I attended the Quidditch World Cup with my friend and his family, as well as my other friend. It was amazing, I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. However, that night there was an attack by the followers of the one who murdered my parents. Everyone was okay, but they got away. After that, I went back to school, where an exciting and dangerous tournament was going to be held with two other schools. One person was supposed to be chosen for each school and they were supposed to be over seventeen, but somehow my name was entered as a fourth champion. I was forced to compete in three highly dangerous tasks, but somehow I made it to the end, along with the other champion from my school. I decided we would end together, and both of us would win. However, the cup turned out to be a portkey and we were both transported to a graveyard. There, my friend and fellow champion was murdered right in front of me by the rat who betrayed my parents. Then, I was used in a ritual to restore the man who murdered them back into his body and full strength. We ended up dueling and I managed to escape back to school, with my friend's body.

Now, school is once again out for the summer and I'm back at my relatives, but this time I know there is an evil out there that is out for my blood and I have no idea when he will attack, all I can do now is wait.

Harry put down his quill, tears stinging the back of his eyes as he thought about Cedric. He considered them friends, even though he wished he would've gotten to know the older Hufflepuff better. He angrily rubbed at his eyes and closed the book. He would continue again tomorrow, if he got the chance. He stashed his things back under the loose floorboard and then lay down to sleep. He would deal with everything in the morning.

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Wufei Chang made his way down the hall to his apartment, the last box of his possessions in his arms. It had taken him almost four years to go through the belongings that had been gathered from the debris of his colony. Of course, one of those years had been spent in the service of Mariemaya and the Barton Foundation. Anyway, he was finally down to the end. After he went through this, his clan could finally rest in peace.

He made it to his door, and with a little juggling, managed to get it unlocked. He dropped the box on the couch, and continued into his bedroom to change out of his Preventer uniform. He then went to the kitchen and put a kettle on for some tea, while he went out to the balcony to work out and unwind. When the kettle started to whistle, he went back inside.

As soon as his tea was made, he took his cup and sat down on the couch. With a sigh, he set his cup on the coffee table and pulled the box to the floor in front of him. He opened the lid and started going through the last of his clan's things. Most of the big things had already been given a home, either in his apartment or among the other former gundam pilots. A lot of the things in this box were just random keepsakes and mostly books. He started putting the books into different piles by genre and importance to him personally.

When he was about halfway through the box, he pulled out a small black leather book that had no title or anything on the cover. With a frown, he sat back on the couch and opened the cover. The messy scrawl covering the first few pages clued him in that it was a diary of some sort. It didn't seem like the previous owner had owned it long before either discarding it or something else happened to them. He reached out for his tea and then settled back to read what was there.

So I've never done this before, but I figured I'd give it a try.

Well, I guess I'll start off with an introduction.

My name is Harry, just Harry…

The more Wufei read the more he felt for the boy who had written about his life. He wouldn't say he pitied the boy, no he couldn't do that. He wouldn't do this boy that injustice. No, if anything, he empathized with this Harry. He had been dealt a raw hand, just like most of the pilots had.

With that thought in mind, he pushed to his feet and went to the kitchen to retrieve a pen. Once he had the desired item, he grabbed the kettle off the cup and sat back to tell his own tale.

My name is Wufei and I am seventeen, almost eighteen.

I figure it is time for my tale to be told.

I guess I should start with Meiran, because she started it all. I first met Meiran when I was fourteen on our wedding day. That may sound odd, but it was tradition in our clan. Needless to say, she didn't like me. She thought I was weak because I would rather spend my time reading than fighting, something our family was known for.

It wasn't long after that that our colony was attacked by the Alliance and OZ. I won't bore you with the details of that, but let's just say it was fierce and Meiran was injured badly. She died in my arms and because of that I swore revenge. Her ideals became my mantle and I headed to Earth. I fought in many battles by myself, focused solely on my revenge.

At one point, I met others, four of them, with the same mission as myself. I met them because we had been led into a trap. From there, one of them decided to accompany me and go after the leader. I ended up facing off against the leader in a one on one duel. Now, I may have chosen books over weapons growing up, but I was considered the best warrior in my clan, but this man bested me as if I were a child with a stick. He let me live, however, and I left with my fellow pilot. We ended up back at his hideout, a circus.

After that, I set out on my own, but I had given up. The one thing I set out to do, I failed. I couldn't face it. I hid, from everything; people, my missions, everything. I wandered around for months, lost and pointless.

Eventually, I came across a band of rebels, and I helped them out from an OZ raid. They let me stay with them, but I refused to fight with them, even though they tried to convince me otherwise. On the second night of my stay, they were attacked again. And one of the leaders, a foolish woman, decided she would help me get my will back. Well, whatever she did, it worked, and I was able to fight again.

I left them and with the others I had met before, we returned to space and continued the fight up there. I once again, fought on my own, as it was all I knew, even though I knew others were out there doing the same thing.

I was eventually caught, and detained for awhile, with two of the others. We all managed to escape and I went back to my colony. I trained with my old mentor, Meiran's grandfather, and repairs were made to my machine. However, my colony was attacked once again, this time, however, I managed to escape, but the rest of my family died. They sacrificed themselves so I could get away, they said my mission was more important than their lives.

After that, I fought on my own again, once again looking for revenge. However, I decided it was in everyone's best interest if I joined the others. So I did, and we fought hard and entered into what was the final battle. We did fight together, but I ended up facing off once again with the leader of our enemies. This time, however, I won the fight and he died, thus ending the war.

Revenge is a funny thing, after I killed him, I felt empty. I was so lost after the end of the war, that I joined a faction that was looking to take over Earth. They wanted to use me as a figure head, but in the end they didn't need me. One of the others brought me back to reality and I ended up siding with them against the faction.

From there, I stopped fighting, for the most part. I now keep the peace, anyway I can.

He finished writing and put his pen on the table. He stretched and looked down at the half full box on the floor. With a sigh, he decided to put it off till morning and headed back to his room to get some sleep, he had work in the morning after all.

Ammie: So I know this is a new fic, but I figure anything is better than nothing. I'm also hoping to get some of my other fics updated soonish, but it might be more difficult than I want. And in case anyone was interested, I do have facebook under the name Ammie Hawk.