2. Chapter …AND WHY ELSE WOULD HE TAKE MY ONLY DEFENSE AWAY…

Hexes were flying everywhere.

The sounds of battle were filling the stone-room, echoing of the walls, booming the sounds of screams and laughter.

But Dumbledor were there… everything would be alright… he were already taking out the death eaters one by one.

The joking voice of his godfather made him spin around.

There, on the other side of the room were Bellatrix and Sirius… fighting each other… Sirius mocking his cousin… telling her that she could do better than that… and then… she did.

Suddenly a bright beam of light, shoot from her wand and hit him straight in the chest.

Silence… total silence…

The bright Blue eyes there always were filled with laughter were now full of shock as the once incredibly beautiful body made an elegant curve and disappeared behind the veil, never to return…

He felt his eyes well up with tears.

Someone was shaking him…wait that wasn't a part of his dream…

He cracked an eye open to see who It was, only to find a blurred spot looming over him.

"What?" His voice was sulky from being deprived sleep. So what if he had a bad dream? It was sleep and he didn't get too much of that to begin with.

"You have a concussion. I need to check you every hour." A strange, dark, emotionless voice said.

"Who are you?" wait… did he just say concussion?

The stranger just forced his eye open and flashed a flashlight at his pupils.

"You are fine for now. Go back to sleep, I'll wake you again in an hour." Then he left, locking the door after him.

Where was he? And how did he get a concussion? And why were his ribs hurting so much?

Suddenly it all came back.

The fight with his uncle.

The sound in the park.

The cat ears.

The strangers that kidnapped him.

Wait… the cat ears?



Slowly, as if scared they would still be there, he raised his hand from under the covers and let out a relieved sigh.

They were gone.

Somewhat comforted, he snuggled back under the covers and let sleep claim him again.

G-boys side…

"I say we keep him"

Quatre looked wearily at the bouncing American pilot, briefly wondering how much coffee he had had this morning.

"Why? I thought you didn't like him"

"I don't, but it could be pretty useful if he showed me how he got those ears." The American shot back, taking a bite of his toast with chocolate.

"Yeah, it could. I've never seen anything like that before."

"Maybe it's a new kind of technology!" Duo shouted exitedly.

"Maybe" The Arabic pilot said thoughtfully. "What do you think Wufei?"

The last person at the table looked up, startled from his own train of thoughts "Huh?"

"The cat ears." Duo helpfully supplied. "Do you think it's a new kind of technology?"

He looked back down at his tea, a moment back in his own thoughts then he looked back up at his co pilots. "Maybe" he offered.

The two others stared worriedly at him.

"Wufei, is something wrong?" Quatre cautiously asked.

For another minute he just sat there, thinking over all the things there were wrong with that child. The scares on his neck had mysteriously disappeared, he had had some coins in his pocket there wasn't even real money, hell, he had been carrying a stick around in his sleeve, maybe he was just nuts, or maybe the stick was some kind of new high technologic weapon. In any case he had taken the stick from him to check it over.

He looked up with a resolute air around him.

"I think we shouldn't let him go just yet." He got up and started towards the door to the hallway. "I'm going to wake him up so he can get some breakfast" He announced like it didn't matter. "He looks like he has been starved."

The last comment however got the other two pilots to share a worried look.

Wufei gently prided one of the eyes open on his unusually silent patient and send a beam of light into it, twitching the corners of his mouth a little in satisfaction when the pupil drew together as it should.



He handed the boy his glasses and watched him fumble to get them on.

"Umm… where is my… umm… stick?" He silently asked.

Wufei studied him suspiciously for a moment, feeling confirmed in his suspicions of the stick as a weapon, then chose to ignore the question.

"Your concussion has lessened. Follow me." He half expected the boy to go all obstinacy on him like the night before. The child had scowled at him and demanded answers every time he had awakened him through the night, it was somewhat wrong to suddenly see him so subdue, just following him, like he didn't really care anymore.

He quickly led the boy down all the stairs and into the kitchen where Quatre were filling a plate with food and Duo was getting a new cup of coffee.

"Sit" he ordered the boy, pulling out a chair for him.

Without a noise, he put himself on it, hanging his head to stare at his hands.

Both of the other pilots had caught on too and were staring at him.

"Wow, that's a change." Duo let out in awe, making the boy flinch and look back at him from under his black bangs.

Quatre carefully placed the plate in front of him, making him avert his gaze to the blond.

"Here, you should eat something." He gently said.

The boy looked suspiciously at the food before he prided his eyes away to place his gaze back at his hands. "Umm… It's really nice of you…" he hesitantly got out "… but umm… I'm not really hungry." You didn't have to be an empath to know that that was a lie.

"You should eat something anyway; you look like you need it." Duo supplied, the kid was really small and thin, and his way to big clothes made him look like a street-rat.

"No seriously, I'm fine, re…." an insistent knocking on the window cut him short snapping the attention of the room to the owl with the newspaper trying to get in. before any of them managed to snap out of the weird sight, the boy had already let the owl in paid it with the odd looking coins to receive the paper and send it off again, retreating to his seat.

"What the hell was that?" Duo finally got out.

All tree pilots looked at the small boy who was now hugging the newspaper and fidgeting under their gazes.

"Umm… a delivery owl."

"What?" Duo exclaimed incredulously while Wufei snatched the paper from the boy. "What kind of organization are you working for? Delivery owls? Why not pigeons like everybody else? Or falcons or something? But owls?..."

"04, take a look at this."

Quatre shook himself out of his shock ant turned to look questioning at the Chinese who handed the paper to him.



"Look at this picture, it's moving." At the front page, a big black and white picture, showed a man, looking a bit like a lion, which were waving at the ceiling.

The Arabic's eyes widened slightly in surprise as he started to leaf through the paper discovering that every picture in it moved, even the advertisements.

"What is this?" he sounded awed. In some of the pictures the persons were waving sticks around creating different reactions every time. All the articles were utter rubbish, about a minister change, and something called death eaters attacking. Suddenly something clicked, the boy had mentioned the same name yesterday, he had said something about death eaters, that he thought that there where one near them.

He gazed at the black haired boy; which had been emitting a strong aura of fear the whole morning. Now he were starring wide eyed at the rambling American Pilot and looked like he didn't know if he should laugh or cry at the situation.

"02, pleas, you are frightening him." The energy bomb immediately stopped talking and dumped into a chair as the perfect look of defiance.

The boy let out a relived sight.

"So, what is your name child?" He tensed again.

"Umm… Harry."

"And what is this?" he laid the paper in front of him.

"Umm… a newspaper." A drop of sweat formed at his brow.

"The pictures are moving. How do they do that?"

"I… I don't know."

"Is it some kind of new technology?"

"Umm… I don't know." A slight wave of the guilt from lying emerged from him.

"You are lying."

"Umm… about what?

"You do know if it is some kind of new technology." The blonde smirked as a new drop of sweat fund its way past his victim's brow.

"Well it is not exactly new." The others raised a brow at that. Why hadn't other papers done the same if it were long time ago it was invented.

"How old?"

"Well… umm… moving photos… umm… the start of the 1900th century… I think." No lying. He was telling the truth. They all looked unbelievingly at him.

"That's bull shit" Duo cut in. "If it had been here so long, why didn't we know about it?"



The boy ducked his head in something that looked like a mix of fear of telling them and embracement as a blush were making itself known already.

"Umm… because you aren't wizards!"

Silence…

Total silence….

The three older boys were just staring at him, while he could felt his face change for an impossible color of dark red.

Suddenly the braid broke down laughing "At least he got humor!" He got out through the tears.

Harry felt like digging himself a hole. If he had at least had his wand he could have tried to make himself invisible.

The light one cleared his throat, sounding more like a hidden laugh. "Well, yes, it is quite an interesting way to explain hidden technology."

"It makes sense!"

All heads sharply shot op to look at the person with the blade placing himself on the kitchen counter.

"Come on Fei, you don't actually believe him, do you?" the braid asked astonished.

"No, I'm just saying that it makes sense." The others kept staring at him. "Think about it, last night he told us about pushing your "power" into going somewhere and today an owl turns up with his newspaper full of an unknown technology making the pictures move, and don't forget the cat ears, how do you explain that, and the unknown coins in his pocket, and the stick in his sleeve, and all the wounds on his neck which have disappeared over the night or all the broken ribs there have healed themselves in a matter of hours." Harry unconsciously let a hand fly to his neck to feel after. "I'm just saying that magic would be an excellent explanation."

"Okay, if he was a wizard, why hasn't he just spelled himself out of here?" the braid asked skeptically.

"He just told you yesterday that he didn't have a license to do that, and I think he needs his wand to do much else, he has been pretty silent since I took it." The one he now knew was named Fei mused.

"But you don't need it to do the cat-ear-thing?" the light one asked Harry.

For a moment Harry was just surprised at being addressed, he were used to people talking like he didn't understood them when he was around, but normally they wouldn't suddenly ask him things, then the question hit him.

"Yes, yes I do"

"Liar" the light little blond smirked.

He sight, well it had been worth the shot to get them to give him his wand.

"Well show me" the blond demanded.

"You have already seen it." He grumbled



"I want to see it again."

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like being stuck with cat ears again."

"Then why did you do it last time if you knew you would get stuck?"

"I didn't, it's never happened before."

"Have you ever done it while having a concussion before?"

"No"

"Well then that was properly the problem. Now do it."

"Or the problem was that I have never stopped the transformation at a point in the middle and I will just get stuck again. So no."

"In the middle? You can transform all the way into a cat?" the braid excitedly asked from the side.

"No… a panther."

"Wow… Shooooow meeeeee" He whined.

Harry glared angrily at the two most annoying of his kidnappers, then with a growl he got up, went to the middle of the floor and transformed fully, making a show of hissing at them both, before quickly transforming back.

"Happy?" he growled as he made his way back to his chair.

The goofy one was staring at him in awe.

"Wow…. Can you teach me?"

"No" Harry said a little harder than necessary.

"Aww, why not?" Suddenly his eyes were all big puppy like and watery, reminding Harry of Sirius and making him feel guilty for his former tone. How would he himself feel like if he couldn't do magic?

He let his tone be softer and apologetic while sending the real apologize with his eyes.

"Sorry, but magic is something you are born with, you can only learn to wield it, not get it."

The guy actually looked disappointed.

"But how do you know if you got it?" he asked with a sting of last hope in his voice.

Harry thought about it, then he suddenly remembered what Hagrid had asked him when he himself had insisted that he didn't have it.

"Do weird things ever happen when you get strongly emotional?" he then asked.



The others looked at him thoughtfully for a moment.

"Like how?" The little blond asked.

"Like…. Really weird…. Like suddenly finding yourself on a roof, or things disappearing, or exploding, or… I don't know turning someone into a human balloon. That kind of weird, unexplainable stuff."

Now the blond looked a little disappointed too.

"No, I guess not." The one with the braid said.

"Sorry, but then that's it. Accidental magic happens to all wizards at some point, even the really bad ones."

For another minute they all just sat in their own thoughts, then the one named Fei suddenly spoke.

"Well, it could still be useful. What is your full name?" Harry looked stunned at him.

"Useful? What do you mean useful?" He was starting to get a really bad feeling.

"Name?" He repeated coldly.

"H-Harry James Potter" God, that look was scary; he really didn't like these people.

The tough guy jumped down from the counter and headed for the stairs.

"I'm going to report this. Make sure he doesn't get anywhere."

The blond and the braid turned back to him with identical smirks.

"Harry, you better eat everything on that plate right now." The blond started.

"Or I'm going to stuff it down your throat." The braid evilly put in.

"You are not going to die of starvation in my house." The fist obstinately finished with a glare.

Harry hurriedly took a bite of the now cold meal. Poison be dammed, those two were just too frightening.

G-boy's side…

Lady Une looked wide eyed at the Chinese pilot.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded his head.

"I've already seen him transform into a cat two times. It's magic, no technology can do this."

She looked thoughtfully at him.

"And you want to use him as a weapon now, how old is he?"

"Around thirteen I think. He looks really small and thin, but his big clothes could be deceiving."



"So, let me just get this straight." She sounded angry now. "You want to force a thirteen year old from his family to make him into a weapon for The Preventers because you thought you saw him transform into a cat?"

He looked calmly at her.

"Just think about it. No one has yet taken the credit for all the terrorist attacks in the last week. If someone is trying to start a new war, we have to stop them before they get too far and wouldn't magic be able to help with that?"

"Yeah, but a child?"

"Who can sneak up and hear all their plans without them even noticing." He calmly cut off her protest.

For another minute she just looked at him like if she was trying to read his thoughts.

"You will not force him to do it…"

"Okay, I'll ask him…"

"And his parents!" He was silent for a moment. That had to be harder; no parents would let their little child fight in a war.

"Wufei, you have to get his parents' permission or I won't let him help. Understood?" She asked harshly.

"Yes, I'll ask them."

"Good." A big smile spread on her face. "We need to stop this as soon as possible. Anything else?"

"No that was it. Over and out."

He finished and turned off the screen deeply in his own thoughts.

How was he supposed to get the child to help? He thought they were kidnappers. And even worse, he had to get his parents to agree too. And they were properly out of their mind in fear over what could have happened to their little boy, who hadn't turned up the former night thanks to him.

A new thought suddenly stuck him as he made his way down the stairs.

If the boy was a wizard, maybe his parents were too. Maybe he could get them to help instead… and they would be fully trained and much more useful.

His thoughts made a new turn as he remembered the concussion and the broken ribs. Words from the boy's explanation yesterday suddenly reappeared "I had a fight at home earlier so I didn't want to go home right after." Maybe his parents were abusive. That would explain his somewhat starved appearance and the too big clothes. Just the thought made him angry

He pushed the door to kitchen open and stopped to look at the scene.

Quatre were setting the tableware in the dishwasher and stopped to smile at him as he entered. At the table Duo and Harry were sitting next to each others with the paper between them, Duo looking in awe at the moving pictures and Harry reading an article with an angry scowl, occasionally taking a bit of the breakfast Quatre had given him over an hour ago.

Slowly he made it through the room and took the seat opposite the wizard.



"Harry!" The boy looked up from the article trying to hide the scowl. "…are your parents abusive?"

They all looked startled at him, then the boy's scowl deepened.

"No" he bit angrily.

"You mentioned a fight at home yesterday, and you had a concussion and you ribs were broken." He smartly pointed out.

The child looked down and blushed intensely. "Oh"

All the pilots' eyes widened.

"That's your answer? Oh?" Duo asked in disbelief.

Quatre let the tableware be and took a seat at the table too.

"Well… umm… they are not my parents, so..."

"That's even worse!" Duo shouted "Where are your parents? Why didn't they stop them?"

The child looked up with hard eyes, making him look much older. "Dead"

They all looked a little guilty knowing full well that it could be their fault.

"So it's your adoptive family?" Quatre silently asked.

"Umm… no, I don't think I'm adopted."

"What? Then why do you live with them?" Duo howled at him.

"They are my last living relatives, my mother's sister, her husband and their child. They don't like me because I'm a wizard and I don't like them ether. So stay out of it!" He screamed back.

"NO! You are being abused!"

"What do you care? You are just the kidnappers."

"Children should be kept safe!"

"I'm legal next year, go save someone else!"

They all stared at him in shock.

"What? How old are you?" Wufei got out.

"Umm… Sixteen... in a couple of weeks." He blushed deeply again. "Look, I know I'm small. Stop gawking at me."

The pilots hurriedly averted their gaze to any other place than the small teen in front of them.

"So…" Wufei started again after an awkward couple of minutes. "I got a proposal for you?"

Harry looked at him skeptically.



"I want you to help out with this case…"

"No." the boy cut him off.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not going to help you muggles fight your wars." He stated flatly.

"But it's not really fighting our wars." He tried. It could really be useful if he could get him to help, and if he was sixteen he wasn't that much of a child.

"No? Then what? Spying?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," well yes, he couldn't help but add guiltily in his head, at once noticing the accusing eyes of Quatre "we are in an organization called The Preventers. We try to prevent wars from even starting. In the last couple of weeks there has been an increasing amount of terror actions in Britain, and no one has taken the "honor" for it yet. We fear that someone is trying to start a new war. Do you think magic would be able to help us find them before they succeed?"

The boy starred at him wide eye.

"Umm… wow…. That's…umm…."

"What?" Duo broke in.

"Well… umm… I guess God really is out to get me."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Duo asked annoyed

Quatre briefly caught as something akin to fear flicked through the short boy's eyes. Was he afraid of the terrorists? Did he have something to do with them? Maybe the rough relatives were in it!

"Are you're relatives the terrorists?" He felt like smacking himself over the head. Why had he just blurted the question out?

The boy's head snapped up and both Duo and Fei looked at him in a thoughtful way.

"No! How did you get that idea?" He sounded thoroughly shocked and there were no feelings from him indicating that he was lying.

"Oh, just a thought, you know, with them being abusive and you being scared of them and then scared of the question; I just made a wrong connection!" He hurriedly brushed off the question sneering at the abusive part.

"I'm not scared of them" The boy spluttered angrily.

Suddenly something the boy had said the night before came back, he thought he heard someone "apperate" nearby, so he hid himself? Why would he be scared of another wizard? But he was clearly scared of his relatives too, and he had said that they hated him for being a wizard. It didn't really make sense.

Of course there was still the possibility that he was with the terrorist but he didn't exactly seem the type. (Actually he more seemed like the type you wanted to wrap up in cotton and keep safe from the world. It was just so hard to believe that he were only a year younger than them. True, they had all just finished their grow spurts, but still, had they ever been that short?)



He could also just be generally scared of the terrorists, they had killed lots of people in the last weeks, but something just kept telling him that there were more than that, that he somehow had something to do with them.

The boy was still looking absurdly at him, then a slow smirk spread over his face.

"So, say that I give you enough information on these "terrorists" for you to know who they are, then you have to find them on your own, because I have no idea where they are, would you then let me go?"

Fei and Quatre looked at each other already knowing the answer, no, they wouldn't. They had just captured a wizard! That would not only be useful in this case, that had to be freaking useful in others too.

"So you do know about the terrorists then?" Duo shouted excitedly.

"Maybe?" He answered nonchalantly. "So, do we have a deal?"

Again they shared the look, then Quatre sight heavily. They had to somehow get him to tell without promising him freedom. Good thing Heero wasn't here, he would properly just scare the boy.

"Why do you want to go back anyway when you clearly are terrified of the persons?" He stated in a tired voice not feeling tired at all; he was going to trick him into blurting out the issue.

"I'm not terrified!" He angrily exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? Then how come you're shaking every time someone mentions them?" Duo shoot in from the side having actually caught on, even though it wasn't exactly true, actually he thought Harry was rather brave about it.

"I DO NOT!" He cried out in rage as he stood up

"Why are you defending them then?" Wufei suddenly asked having caught on too.

"I'm NOT defending them!"

"But you won't admit they abuse you!" Quatre added.

"I'VE ALREADY ADMITTED I HATE THEM!" He screamed

"THEN WHY DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK?" Duo howled and stood too.

"I DON'T!" The boy roared at him.

An eerie silence filled the kitchen as the boy blushed furiously and took his seat again closely followed by Duo.

"Then why are you going too?" Fei silently asked.

"Umm… actually…. umm…. I'm not…. umm…. exactly going back to… umm…. stay!" He nervously got out with his eyes firmly planted on the floor. "I was kind of planning to… umm…. run off!"

Silence…

"Well… that's what any sane person in your position would do." Quatre stated calmly even though he was ecstatic, this was going to be so easy, he was already running away.



"You think?" He warily asked, looking up through his black bangs with his big green eyes. "Course I think it's cowardice to ditch the others in the middle of a war!" he added bitterly as he fixed his eyes back at the floor.

Wait, plan on pause and turn back. Why the hell was the boy feeling so guilty for running off from his abusive family, who, clearly, beat the shit out of him, just because there maybe was a new war raising? Something just didn't fit… again.

"Well, then you could help us make sure this war didn't start and then you could run off with us making sure others didn't!" Duo proposed, clearly not catching that the plan was on pause for the moment, and just going on.

The boy laughed bitterly making him sound somewhat scary.

"I'm not talking about your war, I'm talking about ours." All three pilots looked at him, unable to understand what he was saying. "I'm a wizard, remember? And we have our own wars. All the "terror attacks" are fragments of the current, which flared up recently." Again the strong guilt feeling emitted from him but not the one from lying.

"So the terrorists a wizards?" Duo asked dumbfounded.

Again the eerie laughter.

"Yes, but others are trying to get it under control. We don't want the muggles to know we exists"

"Who are trying to get it under control?" Fei impatiently asked. The plan worked anyway, he had already spilled his connection to terrorists.

"The Aurors, which are wizards highly educated in combat... So, now you know that the terror isn't directed to irk you and that it is being taken care of as we speak. Can I go now?" He looked hopefully at them.

They all shared the look again.

Then Fei turned to him looking suspicious.

"Can you prove that?"

"Sure, just read the paper" He pushed the weird newspaper on the table in his direction with an air of indifference.

For a minute he just glanced at the boy, trying to determined his trustworthiness, then he turned his gaze to Quatre who nodded in confirm.

He stared down at the open newspaper which were turned to page 4 which showed one of the moving pictures, this one of the collapsed bridge from yesterday and some fire-fighters working on saving every one, over it the was a title reading "Death Eaters Hit Again" and under it an article told about how they had attacked and what some Ministry of Magic had done to mask it up as an accident to something called the muggleworld, in the end the journalist ensured that someone called Aurors where doing their best to stop this war.

"So, was that proof enough?" The boy interrupted.

Fei nodded still keeping his gaze on the newspaper.

"So I can go now?" He eagerly asked.



Stiffly Fei got up, taking the newspaper with him, and started to make his way to the door again.

Just before he disappeared out of it, he turned to the boy with a firm expression on his face.

"No!" and then he left, feet's tramping up the stairs for the third time that morning

"Chang, What now?" Lady Une's voice boomed from the laptop.

"Mission accomplished" The calm reply sounded.

She looked stunned for a moment.

"Wha-what? But I just spoke to you?"

"The terrorists are Wizards, they are not striking war with us and other wizards are taking care of it. So, mission accomplished." He repeated satisfied.

She continued looking at him like he'd gone barking mad, then she sighed heavily.

"Wufei, wizards doesn't exist; it must have been some kind of illusion …"

"That's what I thought, but I've just been proven wrong" He serenely interrupted then pulled the newspaper up so she could see it. "Can you see that these pictures are moving?"

She nodded sceptically.

He crumpled the paper, straightened it out and showed her again "See, its normal paper! And the movements don't start over like in a movie, they just continue on and on and on like they have their own life! It's magic!" He calmly proclaimed.

She sighed hopelessly.

"Okay, if you're sure your mission is done then return to the headquarters. Have you talked with the boy's parents yet?" she asked looking even more tired.

"He's an orphan" He smirked.

"Then his guardian?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"It's pretty clear that they're abusive, actually I think it would be better for him coming with us!" He then declared.

"No!"

"Why not?" he dubiously raised an eyebrow

"We are not kidnappers…" He blushed slightly at that. "…you have to have a permission to take him. Over and out!"

With that the screen turned black.



Well, he could always threaten them into give the permission he mused.

He slowly got up and started to make his way downstairs again.

No matter if they where taking him with them or not, he was not going back there.

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Harry's point.

As soon as Fei showed his face again he was immediately at his throat.

"What do you mean no?"

The annoying Asian looked calmly at him.

"No! Which means, no, you are not going anywhere without us!"

Fisting his hands hard, he looked down at his feet and took a deep breath.

"You can't do that!" he pushed out through his teeth. "Even you OZ people can't just snatch others off the streets for no reason at all" He said angrily.

There was a long pause where no one said anything and Harry didn't want to look up. Then the blond one spoke hesitantly.

"What makes you think we're from OZ?"

Harry's head snapped up in anger.



"Pleas" he said in a sarcastic voice "Soldiers communicating in an Asian language and doing whatever they want? Of course you're some part of OZ" he stated sharply watching as they looked puzzled between each other.

"OZ was defeated three years ago." Fei finally stated with a raised eyebrow.

Harry felt his eyes widen for a moment.

"Oh!" He was absolutely shocked. Had he been so absorbed in his own war that he actually hadn't noticed the end of the muggleone?

"So where do you live?" Someone asked.

"Private Drive 4" He stated absentmindedly

That war had just been picking up when he had started at Hogwarts, was it really already over? He hadn't even really noticed its beginning.

He vaguely noticed the others talking between themselves.

Hadn't that war been about the colonies? What if they had ruined them? He hadn't even thought about that possibility. Maybe he had to make a new escape route?

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G-boy's point

"But how are we going to get his relatives to sign him over?" Duo mused aloud in Japanese.

They all looked thoughtful for a moment while they stared inattentively at the small boy standing in shock in front of them.

"I think a direct approach is the best and making sure he doesn't get the chance of getting them against it." Fei proposed. The other two nodded in agreement.

"If we are going home we might as well pack up now and leave as soon as we got his relatives permission" Quatre stated thoughtfully effectively sending them off packing the few things they had brought just two days ago back together.

End chapter 2.