Warnings: This is SLASH!!! That means boy-on-boy action.
Disclaimer: See the first chapter.
Dedicated to: Cal and Lin, my two best friends, for allowing me to use them as assassins in the movie.
Every word pronounced
Will be the mirror of your pain, reflecting the blame
Feeding the hate
-Lacuna Coil"Senzafine"
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Harry looked down at the light blue duvet that covered him, slightly afraid to tell the boys about his past and magic. Looking each of them in the eye, he said, "Before I start my tale, you have to believe that I'm not lying. I don't mind if you ask questions or want proof. I can show you after the talk." He watched the five young terrorists nod, curiosity blooming on Duo's face.
"As I told you, my name is Harry Potter. In the year 1997," Ignoring the shocked looks on their faces, he continued, "I'm a hero, at least to the wizarding world."
Duo's loud question/exclamation of "1997?!?!?" drowned Wufei's doubtful "Wizarding?"
"Harry, 1997 is, give or take fifty years, five hundred years in the past. It's 192 A.C." Quatre explained softly.
"Wow, five hundred in the future." Harry repeated in amazement.
"Why are you a hero?" asked Duo, eager to learn more about their new guest, and Wufei's potential boyfriend.
A dark frown crossed his face briefly before he answered. "A dark wizard, who calls himself Lord Voldemort, formerly known as Tom Riddle, rose to power in the 1980's. He believed that muggles, non-magical people, and half bloods weren't pure enough to be wizards. His beliefs gained him followers known as Death Eaters. For years, they terrorized the country, killed muggles and half bloods alike. A group formed to stop him, the Order of the Phoenix. My parents were members of the Order."
His eyes darken and glazed over as he drifted into the past.
"There was a prophecy made that stated a child would be born to parent who thrice defied Voldemort as the seventh month died. This child would be the one to defeat Voldemort with an unknown power. Only two children fitted the prophecy: Neville Longbottom, a friend, and myself. We were both born on July 31st to parents that defied Tom three times." Harry took a breath and sip of water before continuing his story.
"Unfortunately, the prophecy also stated that he would mark the child as his equal. Tom decided I was the threat. On Halloween 1981, he came to Godric's Hallow, where my family lived, and killed my parents. My mother died, trying to protect me. But the curse that had ended so many lives before failed. Instead, it rebounded onto him and destroyed his body, and it left me with this scar. His soul was ripped from his body and wandered the world looking for hosts. The news dubbed me the Boy-Who-Lived. " Harry paused to brush his hair back, showing the pilots the famous scar.
"So that's why you're a hero? But why do you have all those injuries?" Quatre asked, waving a hand in the direction of his back.
"Yeah, that is one reason why I am a hero. After my parents' death the leader of the Order, Dumbledore, sent me to live with my aunt, where I was treated as a slave. My eleventh birthday arrived, along with the knowledge that magic existed and my acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Since my entrance into the magical world, I have faced Tom, in various forms. In my fifth year, after his resurrection during my fourth year atHogwarts, the Order and Voldemort began the Second Magic War. I didn't return to school for my sixth year. Instead, I received special training in the Dark Arts and Healing, along with Occlumency and Fencing."
"You know sword play?' Wufei's voice interrupted his tale.
"What's Occlu…mency?" Duo stumbled over the foreign words.
Harry smiled bitterly and recited Snape's definition. "Occlumency. The magical defense of the mind against external penetration. In essence, it prevents an information leak. Of course, I only know the basics. I don't have the knowledge to keep Masters out, like Snape, Tom, or Professor Dumbledore." He noticed Heero's look of interest and made a mental note to talk to him. Having answered Duo's question, he moved to answer Wufei's. "I only know a little bit about sword fighting. My instructor was very knowledgeable in the field, but most of the time he refused to share that knowledge with me. He had a grudge against my father, and most of the time, he treated me like dirt because his hatred toward my father. Not like it mattered. He betrayed the Order and returned to Tom's side. Since the return of his most rusted advisor and his potions master, Tom has gone on a killing spree, murdering both muggles and blood traitors."
"Okay, that explains why you're famous in your world, but it still doesn't explain your wounds." Duo said, impatiently.
With a smirk, Harry took another sip of water before he continued. He was having fun, telling his story and not directly answering their questions. "I joined the Order at Christmas and began participate in the battles. In a battle a month ago, where Tom was present, a Death Eater cast a stunning spell while we dueled, resulting in my capture. For a month, I was tortured and starved while Snape prepared a potion that would take me back in time. Tom hoped to send me back to when I was still a baby, and attempt to kill me again. He hoped to be victorious this time around, therefore elimating me as a threat in the future. Fortunately for me, my godfather's ghost interrupted. However, Transitus aetas is an ancient spell. If cast wrong, or the ritual interrupted, then the spirits that are called upon throw the victim to a time where that are needed."
'So I was right. He has seen battle.' Heero thought.
Duo thought the story over a bit before remembering that Harry said he could show them proof of magic. "Can you do some magic for us?" He asked excitedly.
A few seconds passed, and suddenly Duo collapsed to the ground, laughing. The others stared at the boy on the floor before glancing at the smiling boy on the bed, then back to Duo, who was now rolling on the floor laughing hysterically, tearing streaming down his face.
Harry ended the spell wordless, just as he had cast it. Tickling spells always bought back memories of school. Memories of the schoolboy fights between Draco and himself that had turned into deathly duels between enemies.
Quatre, who had been getting terrible feelings of self-loathing and guilt from the downtrodden boy, could no longer stand it. He needed to make him feel better. It was heartbreaking that one so young could carry the guilt and pain of one five times older than he was. The similarities between Harry and them, one member in particular, shocked him.
He stood and sat next to him, enveloping him the skinny boy in a hug.
Harry stiffened in his arms, unused to hugs after two years, before returning the hug. He covered a yawn, feeling the dark creeping shadows that yearned to lure him back to Morpheus' arms.
Seeing the yawn, Trowa tapped his petite lover on the shoulder and mentioned to the swiftly fading boy. Quatre gently laid the fatigued teen down, where he curled in a ball buried under the covers, instantly in a deep, but natural, sleep.
The five pilots adjourned to the kitchen to continue their meeting. None of them could deny the truth that was in front of them. One, magic existed and the living proof slept upstairs. Two, something had called him to this time. He had something important to do in this era.
Trowa took out some pans and began to make breakfast while the other sat at the table. Quatre sat in the chair closest to the stove, so he could be close to Trowa. He had a pensive look on his face, as if he was remembering something depressing. Wufei sat to Quatre's right; the seat to the left of him was reserved for Trowa. He sat with a frown, as he remembered the story Harry told them. He was the one who could relate to Harry the most. Both of them were technically orphans, having lost their parents as children. Duo, usually the hyperactive and energetic one, sat quiet and withdrawn. He thought of the kids he had seen on the streets. Few of them could tell the same tragic tale as Harry had just told them. Heero sat next to Duo in shock. Shocked that magic, something of fairy tales, truly existed. Shocked that a world would force a teen to do their dirty work.
They sat, or worked as Trowa's case was, in complete silence, each lost in their own thoughts before Duo broke the silence. "So, does this mean that trouble is stirring again?"
Heero nodded. "Hai."
"I guess we just have to wait to see what it is." Quatre said softly. "If it's really bad, I suspect we will have to break the Gundams out of storage."
Wufei replied, "Maybe, but we still have to teach him. He can not go around not knowing about our culture."
Duo smiled, back to his usual hyper self. "Hee-chan, you and Wu-man can handle the weapons department. Quatre can take the history and etiquette. Tro' can teach him how to move in a fight, be flexible and a little about politics. I'll handle the stealth."
Trowa set the food down in front of them before sitting next to Quatre. Trowa was the only cook in the house. Everyone tended to burn everything. Everyone began to fill their plates with the delicious food. Walking to the cabinet, Quatre took another plate down and filled it. "For Harry." he said, seeing the curious looks on his comrades' faces.
The meal passed in the typical manner with death threats from Wufei, joking and laughter from Duo, silence from the brown haired soldiers, and peacekeeping attempts from Quatre. After they cleared the table, they went their separate ways. Wufei meditated in his room. Heero and Trowa worked on their laptops in the living room. And the two mischievous pilots sat at the kitchen table, plotting. Plots that involved Harry and the resident loner.
Upstairs, Harry dreamed of the new evil he faced.
AN: Well, here's the third chapter. Again a few things were changed, but nothing major. Thank you so much for the reviews.
Leigh
