Beta read by KounetsuDeb and edited: 2 September 2009

Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. They all belong to their respective owner and studio, J. K. Rowling and Sunrise. However I claim ownership over a few OC's and any similarities these may have to other works are completely accidental and unintentional from my part.

Summary: HP/GW Crossover. SLASH. No longer a lost and hunted teenager, Harry Potter has grown into a young man attending the University of Cambridge in England. He expects to live out the rest of his life like any other person, peacefully. However that is soon going to change. But will it be for the better or the worse?

Pairings: Harry/Trowa/Harry, Ron/Hermione, OC/OC.

Warnings: Well, first of all there is SLASH in this story so if you don't like that then don't read. If there's anyone affiliated with Cambridge University I would like to ask in beforehand to not be irritated at any facts I get wrong or misinterpret. Please see it as the free artistic will of a poor author. Nothing explicit or anything of that sort yet. I do beg for forgiveness for any inaccuracies concerning different facts though when it comes to both fandoms.

Author's Note: The first chapter is finally here and the voting is as of this moment closed. By reading the paring information you'll know who won. *grin* Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far and I hope this first chapter will be satisfactory to all of you! Then, without further ado, chapter 1 of 'I make my own story'. *bows*

I Make my Own Story

Chapter One

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"History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon."

Napoleon Bonaparte

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Staring straight out into the dry air of the large classroom, Harry James Potter could hear Professor McCarty's droning voice carry over the lecture room in the background. Her petite but curvaceous body kept flickering back and forth as she paced the center stage. It was too bad the graying history professor lacked the talent of keeping her students awake and alert during her sessions. She failed miserably in attracting their attention and Harry always fought hard against the drowsiness that attempted to take him in its hold. He had just woken up from one of those failed attempts at not falling asleep, by a nudge in the side from one of the other students sharing in the torment with him.

Glaring at the offending individual, a dyed-blonde haired student by the name of Mitchell Lewis (who preferred the nickname Mitch); Harry grumbled under his breath before catching his pen tightly from where it had rolled out of it onto the small retractable wooden table. An ingenious invention that was pulled up, from the back of the seat in front of you, and then angled horizontally to form a small area you could place all your materials on.

He scribbled down some indistinctive notes in his notebook to fight off the lasting sleepiness still clouding the corners of his eyes. He then cast a sideways glance at the clock hanging by the entrance and cursed softly under his breath when he saw there was still more than 30 minutes left of suffering from the droning professor.

Disguising his snickers behind a hand held to the mouth, Mitch sent a meaningful look to the one sitting at Harry's other side. A pale, brown haired girl with a long ponytail spared them an exasperated look before going back to listening to Professor McCarty. Really, she thought, they should at least try to listen to the Professor.

Janet McCarty wasn't a professor at the University of Cambridge for nothing; she is one of the world's leading authors when it comes to the British history during the old 1000-1200s in particular, counting in the old time frame, however she took great interest in the later periods as well.

Considering it was now After Colony 201 it would make the original year somewhere around 2300 (give or take a year or two). Plenty of time for the human race to finally conquer outer space and build space colonies, hence the renaming and start of a new time frame. One would think reading and learning about history this old wouldn't be of any interest whatsoever to someone as young as Harry but we'll get back to that later. He was only 21 and his fellow students, or those he hang out with, were all older than him by four years or more.

Mitch happened to be 28, but acted like a teenager stuck in a crack high at times; this was usually when he was not sober, mind you. Though his behavior was in dire need of improvement, no one could complain about his intelligence, which had earned him one of the top spots at one of the most prestigious Universities in the world, namely the University of Cambridge.

Anna Kristiansen (the girl on Harry's other side) is a 25 year old foreign exchange student from Sweden; who Harry had met at one occasion when he had been searching for a certain book in the Faculty of History's own library, renamed the Seeley Library after Sir John Seeley. He had only been a resident student there for two months and the humongous library had had him totally and utterly confused.

He had been mumbling irritably to himself when a soft giggle interrupted his self loathing, Anna had then proceeded with reaching up and pulling out the book just to the lower left from him and under his nose. To say he had been slightly annoyed at that would have been an understatement.

Since that time they had started studying together, when after they had realized they were in the same history course and the book Harry had been looking for was actually the same one Anna had been in pursuit of. It was more convenient to just sit down and study the book together in the library, so they had formed a kind of two member study group.

It was at one of these study meetings they had happened upon Mitch who was being his usual restless self, and in the process of driving one of the assistant librarians insane with his complicated and bewildering arguments. It was just by chance that Harry had looked up, their eyes met, and he had sealed his doom forever. Mitch had promptly left the spluttering assistant librarian on the spot and walked up to where Harry and Anna had been sitting by the end of one of the rows of wooden tables. Sitting down in the chair beside Harry, he had jumped right into a major rant about the stupidity of the King John who kept asking for more money from the noblemen to fund his foreign expeditions which later on, when the merchants and noblemen had grew tired of him, resulted in something called the Great Charter being drawn up. Too stunned to give any response Harry and Anna had spent the next half hour just staring dumbly at the man as he just seemed to go on and on.

Eventually feeling refreshed, after his not so small rant; Mitch had introduced himself and continued by inviting himself into their little study group. He had said something about them being grateful because they had been 'graced with one of the world's deepest and vast sources of knowledge'.

There had never been a calm moment with Mitch after that - except for when the older man actually paid attention to the lecturer and that was always a much appreciated reprieve, though he honestly was a nice guy when it came down to it.

What Harry hadn't been aware of was that they had been given a reputation as one of the schools most wacky and weird study groups, albeit also one of the most successful. Somehow the mix of the three made for a strange working combination that really paid off, educational wise anyway.

That is when Richard and Julie entered the picture after having heard said reputation, dared the rumors and approached the trio.

Richard Weston was a gangly young man at 26 years of age, and wore his dark hair short and tidy in contrast to Mitch's and Harry's wild hair; although Mitch's was a conscious fashion choice while Harry couldn't help the unruly and shaggy black locks. The man's glasses were placed on the tip of his nose in a manner that almost threatened to fall off at any moment, Harry had the urge to tell the man to push them further up his nose to prevent that from happening or he would do it for him. Harry's own glasses had been exchanged for a pair that was more suited for his face structure after Hogwarts and opted for a pair of oval formed and silver rimmed ones.

Richard was a silent man and maybe a bit timid in his appearance at first glance. If you were fooled by his appearance you were in for a surprise, he was not to be trifled with when he had made a decision.

Julie Hayes on the other hand…while equal in age with Richard and also a childhood friend, was something of an object of admiration just for her sheer classical beauty accentuated by her dark cinnamon colored hair; Add to that a cunning intelligence, then you had a full-fledged young woman perfectly capable of taking care of herself in practically every situation thrown at her. She was just as manipulative to those she met to get what she wanted, as she was kind to her friends and family. Harry just thanked his lucky stars that he was amongst those she called friends and smiled sympathetically at those who were not so fortunate.

The two childhood friends had always made up for each other's short comings and in later years that relationship had developed into something more. It was quite obvious Julie was the dominant one in their relationship and Richard seemed entirely at ease with that. That might have been because he, having known her for a very long time, also knew what made her go placid and serene whenever he felt the need to, which proved to be quite handy.

So Julie had walked up to them with Richard not far behind and carried on with talking them into letting the two of them join their little study group, even besting Mitch in the argument that followed to the older man's annoyance and amusement. Having declared himself the leader of the group, Mitch then accepted the couple's request without further ado while praising Julie on her excellent rhetoric skills.

Harry remembered wondering what in the name of Merlin had gotten him into this predicament; he seemed to just attract strange individuals no matter where he went.

Anna was as normal as you could get, except the female had a tendency to randomly crack up laughing for no apparent reason whatsoever. According to her though, she had a wild imagination that sometimes got out of hand and didn't offer any further information than that. Harry's only response to that had been an unidentifiable expression and a short nod of acceptance before they went back to studying. Harry opting to not ask for a more detailed explanation for fear of what he would hear, she could give off very ominous cackles at times.

Feeling his eyes start to droop again, Harry pinched his cheek and winced when he squeezed too hard, earning him another snicker from Mitch and a roll of the eyes from Anna. Only ten minutes left to go, he thought, and tried to focus on Professor McCarty's last finish and round off. He would just have to go back to the book she had based the lecture on for today and read up on everything he had missed by taking a nap in the middle of it. Sorry to say it, but even her own books were more interesting than their author herself.

The graying woman clicked her heel shoes on the wooden floor and wrote something on the whiteboard; she spoke about how the University of Cambridge came to be and why it is the second oldest English speaking University in the World, though Harry already knew that and then some. It was true that a group of scholars from Oxford, the oldest University in the world, had left Oxford after a dispute with the local townspeople living there. They had then travelled to the town of Cambridge, built and formed their own University there in 1209.

However, most people did not know that the scholars had in fact been wizards; after erasing the townspeople's memories, decided to leave so as not to cause a similar event in the future. At first they kept to themselves and only invited other wizards and witches to study there, however they soon realized that that was not what they truly wished for and opened the University for non-magical students.

Unlike other wizards these were men interested in both Wizarding and Muggle sciences, history and other studies. They strived for some sort of co-existence between the regular world and their own…however they understood that they would have to put up rules of secrecy of their own that every attending wizard and witch would have to abide by to prevent detection again. Many other wizards frowned upon this idea and protests were submitted at regular intervals of every one hundred year or so; demanding that the university go back to only accepting those magically endowed. The complaints never bore fruit fortunately, and the university was left alone to grow to what it is today, one of the most prestigious universities in the modern world.

The vice-chancellor, Margaret Rockford, herself was a witch in fact, and it was her who had offered Harry a spot at the university. Harry, who had not received a Muggle education since he was ten, was also provided with an alternate method of reaching the general standard when it came to Muggle studies. History though had really sparked his interest and when the time came for him to choose what to study he had wasted no time to look up the Faculty of History and applied.

Being a wizard (and a famous one at that) had helped him get into the university, but he still considered himself to be somewhat knowledgeable and that he had achieved an acceptable level to enter. During Hogwarts he hadn't been the brightest student and his last years at the school hadn't really been standard education, if you know what I mean. Well, not in the sense that you usually thought of education at least, he doubted knowing how to fight a Dark Lord was one of them.

"Oi…earth to Harry…come in Harry."

Harry shook himself out of his little daydream and tried to ignore the poking Mitch was doing to his cheek, hoping the errant man would soon lose interest. Of course, that was just wishful thinking since he knew the man wouldn't stop his ministrations without getting a reaction from Harry or die trying; Harry suspected as much and that was the only reason he responded by sighing, although he still didn't move.

"Well, it's up to you if you want to stay here, but I just thought I'd told you that the lecture is over already."

"Huh?" Harry snapped his eyes from the spot he had been focusing on and shot a look at the blonde. Mitch stopped his poking when Harry's face shifted and grinned widely at the dumb look the raven haired sported.

"I said the lecture was over sleeping beauty, as in finished, the end, happily ever after and yadda yadda." He waved his hand casually to clarify his point.

Harry threw a look at the clock and saw that it was indeed 4 o'clock in the afternoon, though the empty lecture room should have been enough of a clue.

"Right, thanks."

"No problem man. You can pay me back by buying me lunch tomorrow."

Harry raised his eyebrow at Mitch while taking his course books and putting them in his shoulder bag along with his notebook and pencils. He closed it with the worn iron clasp at the front and looped it on his upper body and shoulder.

"I'm not buying you lunch Mitch." He said as he stepped through the rows of seats to get to the other side of the lecture hall and stairs leading to the entrance and exit.

Casting a glance out one of the windows he noticed the late afternoon sun shining brightly outside despite that it was nearly December. He smiled slightly at the scene, turning his feet and taking the steps down the stairs one by one. He really did like the sun and the warmth it gave you when you let its rays hit your body.

"Are you leaving me out to starve to death tomorrow then?" Mitch clutched at his heart and faked a fainting motion, making the appropriate sounds to fulfill the act.

Harry smiled exasperatedly but kept walking. He heard Mitch catch up to him as he turned the corner and went out through the large door. Spotting Anna waiting for them just outside the lecture hall, he gave her a nod and struck up a sedate pace down the corridor beside her.

Remembering the errand he had to do before he went home, he dug around in the inner pocket of his dark-colored jacket. He unfolded the wrinkly piece of paper and checked the title of the book again, before putting it in the right front pocket of the jacket this time for easier access.

"What was that?" Anna asked him in her low and soft voice.

"Ah, just a book I have to get for the course. I suppose I will have to get Professor McCarty's book too now considering I slept through most of it." He shrugged.

"Why don't you just go to the library and read them there?" She asked.

"I want a copy of my own." He said while he made sure the zipper and buttons on his jacket was fastened properly; it was getting chilly outside this time of the year. "Plus it's hard to get a hold of a book during a course is it not? I'd rather be at my own place reading the book than have the same experience like last time, when I had several other students watching me like hawks waiting for me to be done with it and put the book back in the shelf."

"You won't be having that problem if you looked up the book list and read them before the start of the course." She informed him.

"Everyone is not like you Anna."

"Too bad." She smiled mysteriously as she glanced out the large glass ceiling above them, humming a low melody and her head moving lightly to the tune.

"I swear, I'm going to get into that head of hers someway, someday." Mitch hissed under his breath at Harry's ear, earning him a small smile.

The entrance to the Faculty of History was packed with late afternoon students that were either on their way home, to one of the libraries (the Seeley library or the main University library), or to one of the self-study rooms you could book to study or research for your essays in. Some students were sharing some social conversations, while others were either discussing a lecture or a book they had recently read. It was a mix of students from many different countries that contributed to the many various viewpoints the university was so proud of to represent.

"I'll see you Harry. Bye." Anna waved at him and Mitch as she disappeared into the ever moving crowd.

"Which way are you going?" Mitch asked him.

"Uh, I think I need to take the south entrance to get to Walkers Bookshop. I was told I could get it there." He said thinking back to what one of the assistant librarians had told him when he had asked where he could get a hold of a copy of the book. She told him if he wanted a copy of the book for a reasonable price, then he should go to the Walkers Bookshop who offered students a ten percent discount.

"Aw, and I was thinking of introducing you to my new girlfriend since last week from another class." The blonde man pouted at him.

"You're saying a girl actually agreed to go out with you? Willingly and sober at that?"

Harry ducked the swat at his head effortlessly and stepped away a bit to avoid further attempts at abusing his person.

"You're one to talk Harry. You're 21 for Christ's sake, but I have never seen you at any of the parties you've been invited to or with any girl, and I'm not counting Anna or Julie." He said when Harry was about to protest. "Do you get out at all?"

"I do get out." Harry said annoyed at the intrusive questions about his private life.

"At night?" Countered Mitch.

The young black haired man grumbled before huffing out an answer.

"At the moment I'm devoted to my studies."

"Uh-huh. It doesn't hurt to have some fun sometimes Harry, you know that right?"

"Of course I do." He said irritably. What did he think he was, an idiot?

"Great! Then why don't you come to my party this weekend on Saturday! It's a deal!" He said before Harry had a chance to respond and saw him ran off into the crowd to meet up with a few of his other friends.

They waved as Mitch came up to them and one gave him a pat on the back, engaging in an active conversation with many hand moves. Their laughter rang clear in the building until it disappeared with them outside.

Repositioning his shoulder pack to a more comfortable one, Harry thought he should also take his leave and get the book thing over with, before it began turning dark outside. He could already see the beginning of the sun's dimmed light shining against the rooftops, giving them a darker and somewhat crimson color. He pulled the jacket collar tighter to prevent the cold wind from biting at his skin.

How long had it been now? Three or four years since he had graduated from and left Hogwarts? His first ambition he had developed in school was the desire to become an Auror; too bad he never quite managed to raise his grade in Potions or otherwise he think he would have had a fair shot at getting accepted at the academy.

The following years he hadn't done much except for traveling around a bit and visiting his friends in between. He still kept a close contact with both Ron and Hermione though; he had recently started combining his letters with using the video phone. The latter he had given up soon enough with Ron and kept with the traditional letter writing. Although he sent them the Muggle way with a post stamp to a postbox at the local post office, where Ron would fetch it since Muggles couldn't get through the protecting wards around the Burrow to deliver the letters.

The flat he lived at did not allow pets unfortunately, and he had been forced to leave Hedwig in Ron's care, earning him a few scars on his hands from the angry and then perturbed owl. He was very fond of her and it had been hard leaving her in someone else's care, but it being Ron he felt slightly more at ease knowing she was at a good place where she would be properly looked after. He had originally thought about asking Hermione, but then remembered her pet Crookshanks and the cat's tendency to chase everything that moved and wasn't human.

It had been a happy surprise when Ron wrote him one day, two weeks into his stay and new home in Cambridge; the letter was to let him know he had finally asked Hermione if she wanted to go out with him. Looking back to their school years he guess he could see the signs between them but it hadn't been something he'd taken notice of until now.

At one point in time he would help George Weasley with his and his late twin's shop Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, after the brother had died under a falling wall in the midst of the battle of Hogwarts with Voldemort and his followers. In losing his partner in crime and mastermind, the redhead went around doing the usual, but seemed to be lacking that characteristic excitement and soul in his work, which was understandable but all the same saddening. He had felt the tension whenever the young Weasley talked about a new idea or development of new jokes and pranks. His little brother Ron tried to encourage him but it wasn't the same. It never would be with the loss of a loved one.

~*~

It turned out the bookstore was not that far from campus; although he still had to walk for twenty minutes and ask for directions once when he kept coming back to a street, he was sure he had already passed, and after having ended up in an alleyway with a dead end. He knew he didn't have an excellent sense of direction, but he didn't expect it to be that bad either. It nagged mildly at him and he blamed it on him still being new to the area to save face.

Following the directions from a friendly elderly woman, he thanked her with a grateful smile and hurried his steps trying to save some of the time he had lost from wandering around the city. He stepped over a puddle and crossed the street before spotting the shop. Harry avoided colliding with a middle aged man who was obviously in a hurry; however he failed to notice the other figure slightly behind him.

With stumbling feet he felt his left shoulder blade connect with another man's chest, and incapable of stopping himself he would have continued downwards and hit his behind... that is if it wasn't for the stranger's hands catching him under the arms.

Stunned and breathless for a few seconds of the sudden event, it took him a while to register the hands that still held him upright and was the only thing keeping him from hitting the ground.

Catching the strange looks he was receiving from the late, rush hour, commuters he shook himself out of his stupor and tried to find his footing again, noticing the other man giving him a slight heave up as extra help.

Harry turned his head and body to the man, first noticing the strange hairstyle the other sported, before he started apologizing.

"Oh! Sorry for bumping into you." He looked into the passive moss green eyes of the stranger. "You didn't get hurt or anything did you?" He scanned the other for any moves done in discomfort; however the man made no move. He was slightly relieved when he got a negative response to his enquiry.

"No. I'm alright."

Harry studied the other man and discovered that although the man was tall, about six feet and one inch, he was younger than he had initially thought at first glance. The strange hairstyle the male had made him wonder if it was a new and up incoming fashion trend he had missed. Keeping track of fashion fads was on the bottom of his priority list, though he kept his wardrobe free from ripped and over worn clothing. Even if you didn't care about the trends you didn't have to walk around in rags after all.

"That's good." He said, straightening his jacket.

The city buzzed around them and Harry frowned slightly at the other male when he just looked at him impassively. Shifting his feet he mumbled an 'I got to go' and moved away and continued down the path he had previously been heading.

~*~

"Well, that was a strange one."

Still frowning Harry made for the door of the bookshop as he came up to it and stepped into the heated shop. The warm air wafted him in the neck from the heater as he crossed the threshold of the entrance.

Going over to the shop-assistant, he consulted with the female before venturing further into shop, scanning the rows of books as he treaded cautiously. Finding one of the books he wanted he pulled it out of the shelf and flipped through it, checking the quality. Pleased with it he went on the search again for the last book, 'Early British History – A journey' by Janet McCarty. Very inventive title, Harry thought dryly. The woman kept on insisting on being a case of utter boredom. Had he not been so interested in this period of time history he wouldn't have bothered coming to the second lecture and instead signed up for another course within the time span of that same day.

Another volume, 'The Middle Ages: The Age of Chivalry', caught his eye and he began perusing it interestedly with rapt attention. A particular section touching on 'The Hundred Years' War' had him dig his nose further into the book, becoming totally oblivious of the world around him. Pushing his glasses up from where they had slipped down the back of his nose, he became startled next at the sudden and light chuckle.

Looking up he found a blond…teenager? No, not quite. Perhaps in his early twenties, and was it just him or did he look familiar? He could vaguely remember seeing his face but couldn't place it when and where.

"Uh, can I help you with something?" He closed the book with a soft thud and observed the well dressed individual in front of him. It wasn't often he saw suits…most of the teaching staff at the University had chosen more comfortable clothes like plain cotton pants than a suit and tie. Wait, could he be a business man of some sort?

"Ah, please forgive my rudeness. I was only amused by your earnest reading." The blonde smiled politely at him, his light gray suit rustling a bit when he moved.

"Oh." Harry wasn't expecting that reply and he was momentarily stunned.

Still smiling, maybe a bit wider, the fair blonde approached him graciously, putting his right hand out in offer of a casual greeting.

"Hello, my name is Quatre Raberba Winner."

Harry blinked. He was the Quatre Raberba Winner? He was the young owner to the world renowned Winner Enterprises? Well, would you look at that?

"Harry Potter." He shook the blonde's hand slowly, still a bit stunned at the revelation of the young man's identity.

"Are you a student Mr. Potter?" He asked Harry when he let go of his hand.

"Yes, at the moment I am."

"At the moment?" He queried.

"I was invited to apply to the university after doing a little bit of this and that." He chose these words for lack of better ones to describe his earlier activities; or rather he didn't feel like diving into the details of his past life in front of a person he'd just met a few minutes ago. Not to mention his past wasn't exactly normal for a Muggle. Better to steer clear of those subjects.

"Hm, I see." The man didn't probe further, earning him some of Harry's respect in turn for not doing so. "Am I right in my assumption that you are a student at the University of Cambridge then?"

"Yes, since this October."

"Good luck on your future studies."

"Thanks." Harry hesitated a bit before asking. "I don't mean to be rude Mr. Winner but, is it really safe for you to be just walking around like this?"

"I'm sure I'll be just fine, and I was on my way to meet an old friend when I happened upon this pleasant looking bookshop. I couldn't help myself but take a peek inside." Laughing softly the other young man appraised Harry more closely.

"Mr. Potter, you don't happen to be connected to the Potter-Evans company do you?"

Harry started in surprise. How did he figure that out? Oh, wait. He's the owner of one of the largest, if not the largest business enterprise in the world. Of course he also has knowledge about other companies. It should be a part of his job description to know after all, and you didn't become a successful business man without knowing who and what your competition was. Not to mention Harry's name was kind of a dead giveaway.

"Not directly. I mean, my parents started the company but I haven't decided to take over it yet. I think the people in charge of it now are doing a great job and I don't have any real experience in that area anyway. It wasn't until after my 18th birthday that I even learned about it, although I do receive a small percent of the profits that goes to paying for my education and living costs. I already had enough saved and put away by my parents before I was born and the money from the company during my childhood has been added to that, so I'm in no means in need of more. I'm satisfied with my current situation and, to tell you the truth, I'm not really interested in taking over the company or anything. I'm at peace where I am now."

Harry shifted his weight on his feet, a bit uncomfortable he had just told an almost complete stranger (well he did know his name and had seen him before this) about his financial status that he hadn't even told his friends at the university about. Not that they had asked him about it in the first place but he wasn't going to offer the information to them without any encouragement to do so. He didn't believe they would, but he had seen too many people before change their attitude towards him when they heard about his fame and recently his developed financial status.

"I understand perfectly, Mr. Potter. I'm sorry if my questions seemed impertinent. Just mere curiosity, I assure you." The shorter blond spoke gently, replacing his smile to a more serious one.

"Ah, it's fine."

The shorter of them smiled at Harry and turned his wrist to check the time on his wristwatch. Smiling apologetically, he excused himself after handing Harry his business card, if he wanted to get in touch sometime. Just to get to know each other better if he wanted to, he added.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Potter. I hope to see you again in the future." The blond shook his hand one last time before leaving him to his own devices again. The shop's bell at the door rang and he could hear it open and then close with a light thud.

Harry scrutinized the little slip of paper in his left hand with a raised eyebrow and a thoughtful look entered his features; to his surprise he noticed that it wasn't just a regular business card that you gave to a possible business partner or associate. For one, regular business cards didn't have your personal phone number on them. What had possessed the other to hand over that private of information?

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry flipped the card and put it into his bag. Making his way to the shop counter and he drew forth his wallet to pay for the books.

~*~

The clinking of keys could be heard on the other side of the door to the flat and then the sound of a key turning the lock open. The door slid open briefly then closed shut again. A jacket was thrown on the floor, only to be picked up again when the owner changed his mind.

The soft padding of feet sounded on the floor and Harry came into view as he entered the living room. He dumped the shoulder bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen, flipping on the lights on the way.

Taking a glass from one of the cupboards above the sink, he filled it with clear water from under the faucet and drank greedily, feeling suddenly very thirsty. Swallowing the last gulp from his second glass, Harry put the glass in the sink and grabbed an apple from the glass bowl on the kitchen table. Taking a bite out of the red apple he waltzed back into the living room and slumped into the couch heavily.

Harry let his body sink into the confines of the soft leather couch and reached for the remote control to turn on the TV. He took another bite, chewed, swallowed and repeated the action until all but the apple core was left. Putting what was left of the apple on the coffee table; he started flipping through the many different channels and settled for a historic documentary about the old World War II.

Two strange meetings and two strange people he had met today, although the other had only uttered one sentence making him seem the most strange out of the two individuals. Thinking back to the blond business man Harry stared at a dark spot in the ceiling.

"Quatre Raberba Winner, huh? Imagine that." Harry groaned as he stretched his stiff arms above his head. His back gave a small pop from sitting hunched over for a long period of time.

Settling into a more comfortable position, Harry focused his eyes on the TV screen and soon zoned out, his thoughts going back to a pair of moss green eyes, the other half hidden beneath a fall of auburn hair.

~*~

"I met the most peculiar young man earlier today."

Stirring his coffee absentmindedly, Quatre Raberba Winner let his aquamarine eyes follow the late afternoon traffic lights as they passed by the window of the coffee shop. His partner came back from his own musings and looked at the blond, waiting for him to continue.

"It was something about him. The air around him that made him stand out from all the others, like he was not a part of them, like he was not from this world."

"What do you mean Quatre?"

Quatre reverted his eyes back to his long past friend, Trowa Barton. The tall, Latin originated young male had his one visible eye concentrated on the shorter blond.

Lifting the cup and taking a sip of the hot liquid, Quatre put his response on hold while he held the cup between his hands. He let the warmth from the coffee seep into them.

"What I said."

Trowa frowned ever so slightly in his own characteristic way, meaning anyone but his closest friends wouldn't even know he was frowning in the first place. A blinking shop sign caught his eye and the taller of them went back to his quiet musings, about a ruffled and black, wild haired young man with the most intense emerald eyes.

AN: Oh, before anyone mentions it, I know Mitch sounds like Ron but I think all social groups need a joker and comical relief. I've also noticed Anna comes off a bit like Hermione in the beginning, but I based Anna on myself (and a nip of Luna) and I very often act like that to my friends at school and during lectures. It's fun being weird.

How was it?? Any good? Bad? It didn't go too fast or anything? I was aiming for a more, slow going plot this time around and tried to present Harry's current situation as much as I could without revealing too much too soon. Some of you may have noticed that I didn't put in exactly what kind of company Harry's parents had, which is simply because I haven't decided it yet. Any suggestions? Otherwise I'm thinking of just making it a regular business company of some sorts. Reviews, yes please!!