Duo's Family Outtakes

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Don't take for granted what you're given.

AN: Okay, here's chapter 3 outtakes. Yay, it's a two part. Quite frankly, the first section was the whole reason for starting the outtakes in the first place. Anyway, anything you'd like to see added from later chapters just let me know.

Chapter 3 Outtakes

Fei-Fei meets Magic

Wufei followed Lady Une down the hall, away from the conference room. He had to admit he was glad Maxwell was taking Harry into his custody, after seeing him with the Dursleys he feared for the boy's safety, and he'd get to see him almost every day, not that he cared. No, what really bothered him about the situation was the fact that one of their own, Harry was now included in that group, was suffering needlessly.

Two floors up, the Chinese pilot turned to head toward his office, but his commander stopped him.

"Chang, I need you to come to my office," she called over her shoulder.

His brow rose incredulously, "I haven't filed my report yet, Lady Une. Wouldn't a meeting be rather pointless at this juncture?"

The head of the Preventers turned, crossing her arms and giving him an amused smirk, "This isn't about your mission, Wufei. You gave your report downstairs, and anything you didn't say there, is more than likely in the report you have hidden under your jacket." Here he looked away slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at being caught out. "No, the reason I need you in my office is that I have a very important meeting in a few minutes and, quite frankly, I don't trust the guy much. Besides, it'd be helpful if my top agents were privy to this knowledge."

The teen nodded, understanding the silent command in her last statement, he had orders to tell his fellow Gundam pilots what was said during this meeting. With a smirk, he took point and led the way down the hall toward Lady Une's office. Playing his part, he opened the door and did a preliminary scan of the room before letting his commander enter.

Once Lady Une was seated, the two of them shared a look, and began chuckling slightly. They both knew that she could handle herself exceedingly well, it was just a power play to have him there, not that an eighteen year old was very frightening at first sight. Lady Une's eyes swiveled quickly to the fireplace in the room and she sat up straight in her high-backed chair.

"Ah, welcome to Preventers Head Quarters, Minister…" she greeted, leaving the sentence open for introductions.

Wufei gave her a slightly confused look. Was she going insane, again? Well, that's what he thought until he heard the voice answer her from the supposedly empty room.

"Scrimgour, Rufus Scrimgour," a gruff voice said from the area near the fireplace, causing the teen's head to whip around, subtly of course.

"Fudge told me to expect you, he just forgot to mention a name," the Lady nodded once. "This is Agent 05, he can be trusted."

"I assumed as much," Scrimgour shrugged. "Now, down to business, I'm a very busy man at the moment. I'm here to inform you of the situation currently happening in Britain."

"I surmised as much," she said. "So, I am to assume all the things going wrong are from your end?"

"There is currently a war going on in Wizarding Britain," Scrimgour scowled slightly at her choice of words. "The enemy has recently become bolder in his attacks, as it has been made very clear that he has returned."

Wufei's mind screeched to a halt: Wizarding Britain? There were no such things as wizards. If this man didn't seem dead set in his beliefs, the young agent would've laughed out right. Magic didn't exist.

"I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," Scrimgour continued. "It would be folly on your part to send in your agents to investigate these occurrences. I would hate for you to lose good men in a battle you have no place in. With that being said, I bid you good day."

The man got up from his seat and went back to the fireplace, reaching into a small jar on the mantelpiece and throwing a small bit of powder into the flames, which weren't there a second ago. A moment later, the flames flared green and Rufus Scrimgour stepped in, disappearing with a faint whooshing sound.

Lady Une sat back in her chair, a thoughtful look on her face. Wufei, on the other hand, was staring at the fireplace, which was now quite empty of both man and flame, in a state of shock.

"I think," the commander said after a few moments' silence, "that he was full of shit. There are precautions we can take in this matter. I honestly think he underestimates the Preventers. Just because we don't fight with his style doesn't mean we are incompetent." She snapped her fingers, as if coming to a sudden realization, "I have the perfect plan."

She stood up and strode purposefully over to the fireplace, reaching into the same jar Scrimgour had.

"Damn it," she looked at the empty grate. "I have to light a fire first. Wufei, get me some papers."

Fearing for himself if his commander's sanity was leaving again, he complied with her wishes and brought over a stack of discarded papers. After a few attempts, Lady Une had a small fire going. She threw in the green powder, causing the small flames to rise and she stuck her head in before the Chinese teen could stop her.

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Halfway across the world, in a rundown old house, a woman was bustling around the kitchen, making dinner, when a teenage girl with flaming red hair walked in behind her.

"Mum, there's a fire call coming through," she said, leaning against the counter.

"Oh, thank you, Ginny," her mother smiled. "Could you watch dinner while I take it?"

With that the older woman made her way to the living room, to take the call. However, the face in the fireplace was not one she recognized.

"May I help you?" She asked politely, fingering her wand in her pocket, ready to end the call if necessary.

"Yes," the lady in the fire smiled slightly. "I am looking for William. Could you please tell him that Une is calling?"

"Just a moment," she frowned.

She made her way to the door of the living room, making sure to keep an eye on the woman, Une, as she had identified herself.

"Bill!" she called over her shoulder for her eldest son.

What sounded like thunder preceded the man who came running from upstairs. Bill was concerned, his mother sounded worried. As his father was still at work, he felt it was his responsibility to protect the family in his absence.

"What is it, Mum?" he asked, his wand in his hand.

"You have a call, dear," she said quietly, so her voice wouldn't carry. "Someone by the name of Une."

"Une? Are you sure?" he asked urgently.

"That's what she said," his mother nodded. "Should I just terminate the call?"

"No, I need to take it," he shook his head, his long ponytail swinging agitatedly. "I'll probably be leaving for a little while, work related, should be back within an hour though."

"But why, Bill?" his mother frowned deeply.

"I'm sorry, Mum, I can't explain right this moment," he put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I don't have clearance, but she only calls in the case of an emergency, so I have to go. I'll be perfectly safe, don't worry."

With that, Bill strode over to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and stepped in, saying PHQ.

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Wufei just gaped as his superior pulled her head out of the fire, a triumphant smile on her face. A moment later, a tall redhead spun into view. He stepped out of the fireplace, his eyes darting around, assessing the situation.

"What is it, Une?" he asked urgently.

"Calm down, Weasley," Lady Une smirked. "It's not a life or death emergency. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh," Weasley relaxed visibly, a smile forming on his handsome face. "Well, what can I do for you, Lady Une? You know I'm always happy to fill in as a temporary agent."

"That was why you were my first choice to call, Bill," she laughed.

"Don't you mean your only choice?" he raised a brow. "That is unless of course you've not needed me to be recruiting for you."

Lady Une rolled her eyes in good humor, "Now, I was just visited by your new Minister, Scrimgour."

"Ah, a good man, but slightly misguided, though not as much as his predecessor," Bill nodded. "He has the potential to lead us through this current situation, if he doesn't fall to the bureaucrats. Oh, you have a friend here today," he nodded in Wufei's direction, who was still a little gobsmacked by the man walking out of the fire.

"This is Agent 05," Lady Une introduced. "05, this is William Weasley, a special agent I have in the Wizarding world."

"Please call me Bill, William makes me think my Mum's going to yell at me," he smiled brightly, extending his hand to Wufei, which the agent took cautiously. "Wait a minute, are you from the Dragon clan, formerly of L5?"

The former Shenlong pilot blinked in surprise, but answered nonetheless, "Yes, I was. They are dead now."

"Yeah, I heard about that," Bill bowed his head sadly. "They were some good people, they'll be missed. I'll have to cart you off to Gringotts so you can claim your vault, otherwise the goblins'll have my head."

"What do you mean by that?" Lady Une questioned, her brow furrowed.

"Oh, Agent 5 here is from a very old magic line that dates back to times way before the colonies were even thought of," Bill smiled sheepishly. "The goblins have been on the lookout for the heir to the clan ever since the L5 explosion."

That couldn't be possible. There was no such thing as magic, and if there was wouldn't Meiran be alive, not to mention the rest of the clan who had died in the explosion? What about when he'd accidentally killed Trieze Khushrenada, shouldn't magic have prevented that? Or even the other monstrosities he'd committed during the war? Shouldn't the war itself been prevented through magic?

"Commander, if you please," Wufei's fists were clenched at his side in anger, "I believe this joke has gone on long enough. Ha, ha, very funny. You and I both know there is no such thing as magic."

"So says the one with the magic to the one with none, yet still believes," Bill chuckled quietly. "Oh, magic is very real. Not everyone can walk through a fireplace in England and end up in the Sanq kingdom a few minutes later."

"It's not possible," the brunette shook his head agitatedly.

"It's very much possible," Bill sighed, glancing surreptitiously at Lady Une. "You, my good man, have the potential to do magic. Now," he turned his full attention to the lady in the room, "what is it you wanted me to do?"

"Oh, yes," she smiled faintly, she hadn't expected one of her top agents to be magical, but it did help matters, "I seem to recall you mentioning a group you were involved in dedicated to fighting, oh, what's his name?"

"Most wizards just say You-Know-Who," Bill chuckled, "but his name's Voldemort. But yes, I am part of the only group who is actively opposing him at the moment, lead by Albus Dumbledore, though the Ministry says they are, too."

"Good," she nodded. "Now, my proposition is this, you talk with the leader of this group and get them to agree to hosting a select few of my agents for the coming year and see if we can aide in stopping this man."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," the redhead scratched his chin thoughtfully. "He'll be up for it, I'm sure. He's always going on about how wizards and Muggles need to work together. And if you send in more magically potential men, like Agent 5 here, I'm sure he'd be ecstatic."

"The team I have planned does include 05," Lady Une smirked. "Though of the other four members, I only know one who has obvious magical talent. Though, through new evidence, there is a high probability that another does as well, considering who his family is."

"Very well, I'll take this matter before Dumbledore at the next opportunity," Bill nodded and headed back toward the fireplace, taking a glance at the bracelet on his left wrist. "Oh, and Chang, if you're ever in London, please stop by Gringotts, the goblins are waiting for you."

With that being said, he stepped into the now green flames and disappeared.

"Well, that went more smoothly than I expected," Lady Une shook her head slightly. "Now, don't you have a report to turn in, Agent 05, and a family to get to?"

Extended Harry's Breakdown Scene

"Is there something you want to tell us, Harry?" Quatre asked quietly, gently placing his hand on the younger teen's.

The small blonde was slightly shocked, though nothing showed on his face, at what happened from that simple action. He had thought that Harry was a rather closed off individual, similar to his Trowa or Lady Une, since he couldn't openly tell what he was feeling with his Space Heart. Now, however, he knew that wasn't the case, just a simple touch had opened the younger teen like a book, though he couldn't explain why. However, there was a niggling in the back of his mind about it. He could now feel the nervousness and fear the boy was feeling.

Harry just shook his head, he couldn't tell them, for so many reasons; the Ministry, the war, but the main one being he didn't want them to hate him, like the Dursleys had.

"No!" Duo slammed his fist on the table, causing Harry to start violently, his hand, and emotions, slipping out of Quatre's grasp. "You're not keeping this from us, Harry. Who's out to kill you? Is it that Dumbledore creep I heard the Dursleys talking about?"

Heero and Trowa now gave the two brothers their undivided attention. If Harry had someone out to kill him they would take care of the problem, no questions asked. He was family now, whether he realized it or not.

Quatre gave the braided pilot a confused look, "Duo, what are you…"

"The Dursleys were talking about Dumbledore?" Harry accidentally cut Quatre off. "Why would they talk about him? They don't like him, and as far as I know, they don't even know him, about him, sure, but they've never been in contact with him."

"Oh, they've been in contact with him alright," Duo shook his head, "considering he's going to pay them when you die."

Harry's face paled drastically, and he buried his face in his hands, "He doesn't think I can do it. No, no, no, no, I'm going to die."

The young wizard's mind was in turmoil. Dumbledore was going to pay the Dursleys when he died? That would explain his actions the past year, how he wouldn't even look him in the eye. He was just waiting for Voldemort to finish him off. If the others hadn't shown up at the Ministry it probably would've happened. All those people had fought, and in Sirius' case died, in his place.

Whatever reaction Duo was expecting, this wasn't it. He expected denial, or even anger, but this utterly defeated Harry was not something he could cope with. In one quick movement he was by his brother's side, sinking to the floor and pulling the distraught boy into his arms.

"Harry, it's alright, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," Duo muttered into the messy black locks, rubbing small circles on Harry's back.

"Nooo!" Harry started to sob uncontrollably, trembling violently in his brother's arms. Duo couldn't promise him that, he wouldn't let him. He'd already lost his parents, and then Sirius, as they tried to protect him, he'd be damned if he lost his newfound brother to this fight too.

Unbeknownst to the two on the floor, Harry wasn't the only thing shaking violently. The plates and silverware on the table were beginning to rattle uncontrollably as Harry's magic started to slip out of his control. Heero, Trowa, and Quatre were on their feet in an instant, staring at the moving flatware.

Trowa didn't know what to think about this new situation. Obviously, Duo's brother knew that man his relatives had been talking about, but that man wasn't the one out to kill him, not if this was his reaction. Why, though, had he lost control when Duo promised to protect him? He didn't get it.

The niggling in the back of Quatre's mind had now manifested into one word which quickly became a mantra: Magic. Magic, magic, magic. He'd heard about similar situations like this from when he was little. Magic, magic, magic. Hadn't his sisters told him his mother had magic? Magic, magic, magic. Wasn't one of his older sisters studying magic somewhere? Magic, magic, magic. What if Harry had magic? Magic, magic, magic. What if he'd lost control? The mantra stopped. If Harry had lost control then he could help him.

Heero's first reaction to the flatware situation was to take cover, but he wouldn't leave Duo or his brother behind. He intended to go over, take the younger teen from his lover, and head for cover, but he couldn't move. Somehow or other, his legs had been frozen in place, he couldn't even bend his knees. He had to do something now. Taking quick inventory of himself, he found he still had use of everything else. Finally, he turned to Trowa, gripping his arm tightly.

"Sedative, now," he demanded in a no-nonsense tone.

Trowa nodded and quickly left the room, only slightly confused as to why Heero wasn't doing this himself. Quatre fell to his knees beside the two brothers, hoping they could get Harry calmed down before he got hurt by the falling dishes that was sure to occur. He reached for Harry's hand, hoping to anchor him to reality and out of whatever thoughts he was having, and if his theory was correct, back in control. He gasped at the onslaught of emotions that overtook him when he made skin to skin contact with the younger teen. Tears filled his teal eyes as he placed the strongest ones; guilt, grief, and betrayal.

Trowa made it back to the kitchen as the first plate skidded off the table and shattered on the hardwood floor at the still immobile Heero's feet. He rushed over to the trio on the floor and quickly stuck the needle he had brought with him into the arm his lover was holding. Harry's sobs gently subsided as the sedative took hold.

"No," Harry whimpered softly, trying to fight the drug now coursing through his veins. "Don't…want…to…"

They never found out what he didn't want to do, as the sedative kicked in and he fell limp in his brother's arms. Simultaneously, the emotions coursing through Quatre and the rattling of the plates ceased, and Heero regained control of his legs. The blonde blinked in shock at the quick removal of the emotions, which had never happened before, well except for with a dead person, but he could tell by the gentle rise and fall of Harry's chest that that wasn't the case this time.

"I'm gonna go put him in bed," Duo sighed softly, unaware of the turmoil the other three were going through.

"Come back down when you're done," Heero said calmly, though inside he was anything but. "We need to discuss this."

Ammie: Yay, a new outtake! I'm actually really proud of this chapter. Anyway, let me know what you think.