Warnings: This is SLASH!!! That means boy-on-boy action.

Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Dedicated to: My friend Shannon.

Wake up, don't give up

Get off your knees

It's your last chance.

- H2O "Wake Up"

When the three pilots arrived in the sickroom, they found Trowa busy at work, cleaning and bandaging the boy's wounds. Wufei stood by the window, looking out with a pensive look.

"How is he?" Quatre asked, looking at the pale, small body.

"In pain. A large number of the wounds are still fresh, probably from a beating an hour or so ago. Some of them are still bleeding, but only slightly. Most of the older injuries have scarred over or in the process of scarring. He is emaciated and underweight. He has a slight fever, but not that high of one." Trowa said, cleaning the boy's face. Looking down, he added softly. " It's a possibility he was raped. I'm not sure, but the odds are he was." He held Quatre as he began to cry for the unconscious boy, who couldn't cry for himself.

Heero stood and whispered in Duo's ear. They stood, and at the curious look on Quatre's face, Duo said, "We have a mission in the morning." Even though the war had officially ended, there were still some rebels that caused trouble. Because of them, all five still took missions as Preventors, working with Lady Une and Relena. Relena had become the Vice Foreign Minister for the Earth Sphere Unified Nation after the war ended and formed the Preventors group, and Lady Une became the head of the Preventors.

Quatre nodded in understanding and watched as Wufei left, leaving him alone with Trowa. Reaching a hand out to brush jet black locks away from the boy's eyes, Quatre felt Trowa wrap his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder. "How can anyone do something like this to a child?" In the back of his mind, a voice was whispering that OZ could do something like this.

Trowa just shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe he can tell us when he wakes up."

The next few days were touch and go as they juggled missions and the mysterious boy. Quatre had caught the mischievous American trying to sneak up to their patient's room at least seven times. However, after the seventh, Quatre had threatened the boy with death if he dared to enter the room with the intention of waking the exhausted boy.

In their spare time, however, they tried to find out more about their mystery guest. Fingerprint scans turned up no information, and he carried no identification. As such, Duo had begun calling him Raiden.

Everyone took turns watching Raiden, especially Quatre, who seemed to worry about this boy just as much as he worried about them. It was if Quatre already accepted the boy as part of their little family. In fact, this was where Duo and Heero found their empathic Arabian friend.

He was sitting on the window seat, watching the early morning light. A book laid beside him, forgotten while he pondered their newest guest. Looking up at the tap, he saw Heero and Duo standing near him, harm free from their latest mission.

"Trowa?"

Quatre smiled. Although he may say he only wanted a mission complete, Heero worried about them. "In the shower. Mission successful. And Wufei called and said he would be home in a few hours." He added before Heero even asked.

Heero nodded and the trio watched the sun rise over the city, Duo wrapped safely in Heero's arms.

Warmth.

Coldness.

He was floating in an endless sea of pain. A hundred, no a thousands cuts littered his body. With all the power he supposedly possessed, he had been helpless.

He drifted in the grayness, the welcoming arms of death behind him and the beaconing light of life in front. He glanced behind him. He longed for death, to join his parents and Sirius in that everlasting paradise of unending games of Quidditch. He looked at the glowing light that only caused him pain.

He took a step toward the shadows when Sirius's voice echoed in his head. 'Kiddo, you can't join us just yet. Go and do what you do best. I'll see ya around, kiddo. Just worry. I'll be waiting.' Harry stopped and glanced at the darkness that called his name, tempting him.

Harry turned and began the long hike toward the light. He had a mission to complete before he could join his loved ones again.

Flickering eyelashes caught Quatre's eye as a light groan filled the room. "He's waking up." He spoke a little too late. Duo had already heard the groan and rushed over to stand next to the waking boy, who hopefully would be able tell them his name.

Green eyes, dull with pain, opened slowly, and he blinked before the pain caused him to release a small moan.

"How do you feel?" A soft, melodic voice filled his ears, and he slowly turned his head to look at the blonde standing by the bed. A longhaired boy stood near the aristocratic boy, cobalt eyes sparking with excitement. Another boy stood behind them both, tall and protective, like an older brother. His dark blue eyes, in an unblinking stare, seemed to read his soul, and Harry knew, in that second, that the other boy knew that he had seen battle.

"Water…" Harry rasped out, smiling thankfully as the blonde handed him a glass of water. Taking a sip, he thanked him.

Dup really did try. Honestly, he did, but curiosity got the better of him and before Quatre could say another word, a stream of questions came from his mouth.

"What's your name? We didn't know so we called you Raiden. How old are you? How did you get in here? Where did you get those wounds? How did you get…" Heero, who had placed his hand over Duo's mouth, cut the questions short.

Harry stared at the hyperactive teen in amazement. No one he knew, not even Lucius or Snape, could ask that many questions in a single breath. "I'm Harry Potter." He told the trio softly, looking down and bracing himself for the "You're the Boy-Who-Lived" speech. However, when a few seconds passed and none of them had said anything, he looked up into blank faces. That was when he realized these boys had never heard of him. 'I can be a normal kid here.' he thought with a smile.

Seeing the smile and feeling the happiness radiating off Harry, Quatre smiled and said, "I'm Quatre Winner, and currently you're staying at one of my houses." seeing the unspoken question in Harry's eyes.

Duo, whose mouth had been freed, introduced himself. "Duo. Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie." Pulling Heero closer to the bed, he told the bright -eyed teen "And this is Heero, my boyfriend. There are two more of us, but one's away and the other is…"

Before Duo could finish his sentence, a door slammed downstairs and strange words could be heard. Judging by the looks on their faces, the three must have known the language, and the person saying it.

Duo smiled as he listened to the Chinese curses, recognizing the voice's as Wufei. "On second thought, one just got home and the other is…"

Again, Duo was interrupted as two more boys walked into the room. One of them, a brunette with wet bangs covering one green eye, drying his hair as he walked towards Quatre, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his shoulder. Quatre blushed and whispered something into the brunette's ear, causing him to look at the bed and the towel to fall forgotten to his shoulders. "Harry, this is my boyfriend, Trowa Barton."

Harry nodded before turning his attention to the other boy, no man, who had entered the room. His face was fine boned, and currently the owner was frowning. Ebony eyes blazed with anger. Raven hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. His left

hand covered a bleeding right arm.

Looking at him, Harry felt a strange, yet familiar, sensation in his stomach. The same sensation he felt when he liked Cho, only stronger. He felt a slight blush grace his cheeks and hoped no one would notice him with their teammate injured. But since when have the things Harry asked for happened? Someone did notice, and they smiled mischievously, already plotting.

Harry was drawn out of his inspection of the boy by Quatre's voice.

"Wufei, you're hurt!" Quatre rushed over to the Chinese boy, a first aid kit in hand and concern in his eyes. The others, used to his mother hen behavior, took up various positions in the room. Heero leaned against the back wall while Trowa sat in one of the chairs near the bed. Duo ended up sitting at the foot of the bed, next to Harry.

Soon Wufei's injury had been stitched and the last introduction was being made. "Wufei, this is Harry."

Wufei looked at the boy and met bright green eyes. No, green didn't even begin to describe them. It did not do them justice. They were the darkest, clearest of jade. Glowing with an inner light of strength and courage, a person could easily become enchanted with the purity of the soul reflected in those soul capturing eyes. Like jade, they could steal a piece of your soul and keep it locked away, forever their captive.

Drawing away from those disturbing thoughts, Wufei nodded politely before conversation started once more.

"So, how did you get those wounds?" Duo repeated one of his earlier questions impatiently curious, and the one everyone wanted answered.

AN: Well, here's the second chapter. I changed a few things, but nothing major. I hope everyone enjoys it. Please review!