Rising Sun
Fates Illusion
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Dialog Key:
"Blah..." - Talking in English
"Blah..." - Talking in Japanese
"-Blah...-" - Talking in Parseltongue
.:Blah...:.- Communicating using Hand Signs and Signals
Blah – Thoughts, Emphasis, Writing or Spells
"Blah"- Television or Radio Playing
Chapter 2:
A Grim Visitor
He just couldn't get a break. Not even into his fifth year of school and already he was in deep trouble. It wasn't just for illegal spellcasting either. Oh no, it was much more than that, it was illegal underage magic in the middle of a muggle neighborhood park, in front of five muggles and his only defense was an escaped convict, those same five muggles (likely to be obliviated before the trial), and a gathering of some twenty odd Death Eater's who serve a master that, according to Minister Fudge, wasn't supposed to be back.
Yes, his godson was well and truly screwed.
Sirius Black, supposed murderer or thirteen muggle, James Potter (His best friend), Lily Potter (his best friend's wife), and Wormtail (the real murderer); legend in his own right, first for being a decorated Auror at such a young age and then for being the first and only person to break out of the Wizarding prison, Azkaban; sighed softly as he watched the muggles leave their hiding spots to confront the
boy-who-lived.
He heartily agreed with his godson's earlier statement. "Oh, shit indeed." He muttered, suddenly feeling helpless as the armed muggles came towards Harry.
Sirius's mind was quick to try to come up with a solution to the problem, just as he would with the Marauders if they had been caught performing a prank.
He had been their escape expert, capable of planning the elaborate of escapes in only a few scant seconds. That coupled with his normally excellent judgment of character, and his natural charm and skills in improvisation made him quite the formidable prankster.
But there was one problem that separated this situation from all of his other misadventures with James and Remus. Now, he was an escaped convict, his face was recognized in both worlds as the man who murdered sixteen people.
If he was to step out now he'd probably do more harm than good.
Biting his lip Sirius made the hardest decision he could at this moment, in this situation: he remained where he was, silently praying that Harry could take care of himself.
At the same time Harry stood, frozen, in the center of the playground, contemplating his chances of escape if he ran right now. With a sudden decision he took a step back and made to turn and run only to ram face first into the chest of the tallest of those five.
Dazed, Harry stepped back slightly only to trip over Lucius' long discarded mask, falling with a distinct lack of grace on his ass. As he cursed his sudden change of luck he could hear two of the five muggles snickering and one was even laughing loudly.
Worrying his lip between his two front teeth he decided to look up at those that had surrounded him, his bright green eyes shadowed by his long, messy black locks.
Just before he could truly look the people that surrounded him in the eyes, a sudden unreasonable sense of fear overwhelmed him causing him to shake slightly.
It took a few seconds for him to grasp hold of his emotions and firmly and squash them down. Before they could take hold once more, stronger than the last, he forced himself to make eye contact.
Duo watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern as Harry tripped over that strange mask the sneering Malfoy had forgotten, his earlier skills in fighting with those flashing lights having vanished in the blink of an eye.
He also observed as the raven-haired teen looked up at him fully, emerald eyes silently challenging him, daring him to attack like those cloaked men had earlier. But at the same time the pilot of Deathscythe could detect a deeper emotion hidden in those expressive green eyes.
It was a matter of seconds for him to figure out what that emotion was and when it finally came to him he didn't have to look to Quatre to confirm it. The kid was staring at them with fear, not the kind the five pilots had been expecting but something more than that. If that underlying sadness was anything to go by it could be any number of things but death certainly wasn't one of them.
With a smile Duo met his gaze full on, taking the teen by surprise. Chuckling slightly the American gave him a hand to pull him to his feet.
Harry stared at him piercingly at Duo for several seconds, trying to determine if the violet-eyed, braided and armed muggle was trustworthy. He seemed satisfied with what he found because with a small grin he accepted the proffered hand.
As soon as he was sure Harry was steady on his feet he lightly clapped he stranger on the back and casually commented on the earlier light show with a simplistic and yet telling, "Nice fireworks."
He just barely restrained his laughter as the teen fell back once more, both at the shock of Duo's comment and the strength of the wiry pilot.
Seconds later Harry was back on his feet and looking at the five warily, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do at this point.
He had half of a mind to call his guardian but common sense was quick to stop him. Calling an escaped mass-murderer to his side wouldn't help his case at all.
Taking a shaky breath Harry turned to face them full on.
"What do you want?" He questioned, his tone wary.
Heero took in the teen's stance with a raised eyebrow. What had happened to the warrior from earlier? Where had that calm and steady young man gone?
Harry seemed to sense his gaze because Heero suddenly found himself looking into emerald eyes that blazed with some foreign emotion.
He watched as the teenager clenched his fists, carefully pushing away his growing frustration. "What do you want from me?" He demanded, just barely staving off the urge to grind his teeth.
Duo finally decided to step up, gaining the teenager's attention once more.
He had a cheshire-like grin on his face causing Harry to blanch, he knew that grin all too well.
"Just some answers." He stated in what was supposed to be a placating manner.
It had the desired affect, Duo watched as Harry quirked an eyebrow questioningly, his expression silently stating that he held some modicum of disbelief.
"Really?" He drawled in a manner similar to one Lucius Malfoy. "I wouldn't have guessed."
He frowned when the braided teen's smile only grew some more. Obviously he would need more than attitude to deter them from pursuing their topic of interest.
With a soft groan and a casual hand through his already mussed up black hair, Harry quickly went through several scenarios.
He could tell them and get into serious trouble with the Ministry.
He could tell them and not get into trouble with Ministry (the least likely of what could happen so far).
Or, he could attempt to escape, once again, and decide whether or not it was worth the risk of visiting people he knew could and would help Sirius and him.
Ruling out his second choice almost immediately he looked back to the five that still surrounded him, each calmly holding a gun, none of them aimed at him exactly -yet- but he was sure they were ready to fire if need be.
Taking another critical look at their appearances he tried to judge his chances of getting out of the area.
What he came up with wasn't good.
With a scowl he plopped, once more, onto the ground, choosing to sit Indian style.
When nobody else moved he looked backup at them, biting back the snarling he so wished to adopt when he addressed them, "Well? Are you going to just stand there? Or will you ask those questions?" His voice was still harsh but none of them seemed affronted by it so he didn't let himself feel guilty.
When they still refused to speak he grit his teeth in irritation. "Look, if you're not going to ask your questions I have other things to take care of." Not like he expected them to let him go that easily.
He made to stand up but the one who he concluded led the group placed his hand on Harry's bony shoulder. "Not here." He stated coldly, his tone sharp.
Harry's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Then where do you suggest?" He demanded coolly, his normally pleasant attitude vanishing with the way the situation continued to escalate.
Prussian blue eyes turned to meet the glittering violet of his partner. "Grab his friend, we're heading back."
Duo gave a put-upon sigh before sending Heero a mock-salute acknowledging his orders with a mischievous grin.
"Gotcha!"
Without another thought he turned around and reached behind him blindly. When he made to grab he brought a surprise to everyone there. Instead of coming up empty, like what would be expected for grabbing at empty air, his arms instead wrapped around something invisible.
That action drew a gasp from their guest and sort-of prisoner.
Duo wasn't really surprised that he was able to grab something, rather he was surprised that he still couldn't see who he was holding.
He blinked slightly when he heard Harry groan in obvious despair muttering softly under his breath what sounded suspiciously like, "Sirius."
Duo's brows furrowed when he felt something come loose from whatever he was holding. He yanked on the item again and watched in interest as a silvery material slid away to reveal an older man looking extremely panicked at having been caught.
The pilot took in his ragged features, considerably pale face and the bony figure he held securely in his arms, it was matter of seconds to make a slight connection to his past as a street rat and the life this newcomer probably led.
Sirius all the while was in shock, this muggle teenager had accomplished what thousands of Wizards had failed to do:
He was able to locate someone hidden under an invisibility cloak with relative ease and without the assistance of some magical item.
"H-how?!" He choked out, slightly incredulous at the kid's ability.
The braided fifteen year old seemed to understand what he was saying because with a smile he answered almost nonchalantly.
"You breathe really loudly."
Sirius did a double-take when he saw violet eyes glittering with a familiar light.
Not even a second passed before Sirius started giggling somewhat maniacally.
Heero watched as Harry buried his face in his arms, cursing rather loudly at his rotten luck. The Perfect Soldier wasn't sure whether he should be amused or worried, he was positive that whatever was going on was most likely considered impossible, but then again everything that had happened in the last few days seemed to wish to ignore the basic laws of nature also.
He scowled as his mind provided him with the memories of the last few days, bringing less than pleasant reminders of everything.
Flashback
He had been careless. Distracted. His mind supplied needlessly, causing him to clench his fists angrily.
That lack of attention was what cost him. He had been surrounded and disarmed and from there he was bound and gagged -much to his embarrassment.
To make sure he couldn't get out they sedated him heavily using a newer drug to override his defenses.
When he had woken up he was surprised to find that he wasn't back in that cell but rather he was laying in a comfortable bed, his wounds treated with care, laying besides his lover.
Confused he had woken his braided partner to ask where they were or how they had gotten him. But before he could ask anything Duo beat him to the questioning. He was surprised with what he learned from that single question.
"Heero! When did you get back?"
When did he get back? What the hell did that mean?
"Duo?" He questioned groggily, still somewhat suffering from the long-term effects of the sedatives. his strange behavior seemed to snap Duo out of his growing excitement and relief.
Duo pushed his plated hai over his shoulder to get a better look at his boyfriend. Normally bright violet eyes dark with concern.
"Hee-chan? What's wrong? You're not hurt are you?" Heero went to say he was fine but decided otherwise when his arm and shoulder flared with sudden pain.
To his credit he didn't even flinch, his only show of pain was to take a deeper breath.
Despite that though Duo still noticed. Violet orbs narrowed before darting over his lovers exhausted body, looking for anything that needed treatment.
He backed off when he noticed that everything had already been cared for. Instead he sat up and tilted his head to the side, curious.
"Why didn't you wake me up when you got home?" He sounded accusing but Heero knew better. He simply gave a grunt in response, still trying to sort everything out.
Instead of answering directly Heero proffered another question instead. "Where are we?"
He heard Duo's intake of breath as he finally caught up with what his partner wasn't saying.
"You don't remember getting here?"He demanded, just to be sure.
Heero nodded in confirmation, "Last thing I remember was being captured on my way out..." confused Prussian blue eyes darting back and forth to take in his surrounding, Duo followed his lead only to stop when something registered in his mind.
"How the hell did somebody move me without my noticing?" He questioned, alarmed at the possibility. Despite appearances to the opposite he was an extremely light sleeper, he had to be with the life he led.
They both reached for their respective guns, relieved that they hadn't been taken away. With a nod they each went to search the house only to run into Trowa, Quatre and Wufei halfway through clearing the less than classy house.
It was a matter of seconds to confirm that they were who they said they were through a series of several questions that only they could answer.
As soon as they were positive they hid their various weapons (guns, knives and swords) on their person, each having conveniently cleared a separate part of the small building before they met and therefore ensuring there was nobody but themselves in the small house.
That was when Duo spotted the small calender hanging beside the door to the kitchen, displaying images of common birds in Great Britain.
Guns were whipped out once more as Duo let out a slew of curses, each more creative than the last.
It was a matter of seconds for the other four to locate what had set Duo off.
Wufei was second to find the problem.
Black eyes were wide as they took in the think booklet nailed to the flowery wall paper. A single bird -Steller's Eider, if the caption was anything to go by- was looking out, it's white and black feathers ruffled slightly with a light breeze. His gaze traveled down to the date: July 31st, 1995?
"What the hell?"
Next Time-
Chapter 3: Answers Herald Questions
So, here's chapter two. Sorry it took so long. My teachers decided to load me with six different projects all at the same time just two days after I posted chapter one. As you can see I've been a little busy and I'm still not done -sigh-. Thank you to those who reviewed I really appreciate it. I'm actually surprised at the turnout for just one chapter, over seven hundred hits in just three short weeks! Thanks also to my wonderful beta KlutzyKat who made sure this was in better shape than my first version of chapter one. As a little side note, I'm sorry if Heero or one of the other pilots seems a little OOC, I'm not really used to writing their characters. If they are exceedingly so please let me know. For those of you who didn't get the message last time for whatever reason my profile holds the majority of the stories I'm currently writing and plan to post at one time or another as well as the status of each chapter and when I plan to post them. Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed!
Fates Illusion
P.S. I've gotten a few reviews who have said that the last scene is confusing. I'm sorry! That last scene was a pain to write and I have my trash can full of papers on that one scene to prove it too. I'm trying to rewrite it right now and make it better but it might be a while because it's still being a nuisance. Basically the entire scene was a flashback of two days before the G-boys meet Harry and Sirius where instead of being out on missions or running around one of Quatre's various homes they wake up to find themselves in a small home in Suburbia in the year 1995. In other words they were somehow pulled back into the past. How or why, they don't know yet.
Sorry again for the confusion and I hope this clears things up. I'll fix that scene as soon as I figure out how I want to write what's on my mind.
