Good Run of Bad Luck

By Ammie Hawk

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AN: Le gasp! The fourth day of Christmas chapter is actually coming out on the Fourth day of Christmas! ~faints from shock~ Okay now that that's over with, here's the next chapter of Good Run. I know it's kinda short, but I couldn't get it to come out any longer at this point, oh well. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy.

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Chapter 6: Meetings and Revenge

Kingsley Shacklebolt looked around the table at the four people he had summoned for his special task force. Well, he knew one of them was actually going to be on it, he was just hoping the other three would agree as well. Though he had expected another person, but he couldn't really blame him for not showing up. The ever elusive Harry Potter hadn't been seen since the final battle against Voldemort, not that anyone could blame him for that. He had lost so much, and the press was having a huge field day over the outcome of the battle. But there was no doubt within the current Minister of Magic's mind that the Savior of the Wizarding World would be on the team. He shook his head and turned away from his inner musings to the matter at hand.

"Alright, we're all here," Kingsley chuckled slightly. "Well all of us who are here. Anyway, I have a proposition for all of you, but before you give your answers, I want you to hear me out."

"What is it, Kingsley?" the Weasley twins asked in unison.

"In light of the recent conflict," he began, placing his fists on the table and leaning forward slightly, "I have gotten in contact with the Muggle peacekeeping organization, the Preventers. Their leader, Lady Une, has agreed to house a team composed of both Wizards and some of her agents to keep something like this from happening again."

"That's brilliant, Kingsley," Hermione said in amazement. "The Wizard Muggle cooperation would benefit both worlds greatly."

"I'm glad you approve, Hermione," the dark man smiled. "So does that mean you are in?"

"Of course," she beamed.

"Wait, just a minute," Fred spoke up. "You want us," he indicated himself, his twin, and Hermione, "to work together with him," he pointed at Blaise, "in keeping the peace?"

"Yes," Kingsley nodded. "I expect that old school house rivalries can be put aside and that the five of you will work together toward that end."

"But there's only four of us here," George pointed out.

"True," Kingsley said slowly. "I am hoping that Harry Potter will be the fifth and final member of the team, but since the final battle he hasn't been seen or heard from. We suspect he is just laying low for the time being."

"That sounds like him," Hermione nodded, before extending her hand across the table to the former Slytherin. "We haven't formally met, I'm Hermione Granger."

"Blaise Zabini," he smirked, accepting her hand, if only his fellow housemates could see him now.

"Will we still be able to run the shop too?" Fred asked.

"I don't see why not," Kingsley shook his head. "As soon as a steady pace is set up with this office, I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that."

"Okay then," George nodded before sharing a look with his twin.

"We're in," they said together.

"Good, I will inform Lady Une, and set up a meeting with her agents," the dark skinned man smiled around at all of them. "Expect to hear from me within the week. Until then, you are all dismissed. And I want to thank all of you for your cooperation in this."

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Harry Potter was roused from his slumber the following day by someone prodding his back and shoulders. He groaned quietly, swatting at the disturbance as he shifted further away. His ears flattened against his head as he tried to ignore the voice that was trying to coax him from the warm cocoon of sleep.

"Aww, isn't he just the most adorablest thing on the entire planet," a loud, annoyingly familiar voice managed to penetrate his sleep clouded brain.

He groaned again and tried to bury himself beneath the covers and pillows that he was already nestled in. Maybe if he just ignored the idiot, he'd just go away. Luck, however, did not seem to be on his side, as he felt the warmth of the blankets desert him and he was left shivering in the cool morning air.

"Come on, Kitty," Duo said, lifting the chibi into his arms. "We've got a nice warm breakfast waiting downstairs for ya. Trowa made pancakes, just for you."

The cat eared boy shivered slightly and inadvertently snuggled closer into the warm body that was carrying him from his bedroom. It didn't matter at the moment that all he really wanted to do was sink his claws into the individual that was his brother's boyfriend for waking him up in such a manner. All that mattered was that he was warm and Harry wasn't.

As they left the bedroom, the little chibi saw a way out of his current situation that wouldn't result in him being put down. Heero had just come out of the door across the hall and was staring rather intently at the pair. With a small grunt, the miniaturized wizard shifted and held his arms out for the former Wing pilot.

"Aww, isn't that just the cutest?" Duo cooed, shifting Harry into Heero's arms. "He likes you Hee-chan."

Prussian blue eyes narrowed into a cold glare as they leveled on the braided teen. The self-proclaimed God of Death just smiled cheekily before waving and continuing on his way down the stairs. Harry nuzzled into Heero's shoulder, at least now he wasn't mad at the person holding him.

"I'm gonna get him," he muttered sleepily. "He's gonna regret ever doing that."

"Is that so?" Heero looked over at the teen turned chibi.

"Uh-huh," the cat boy nodded, not removing his head from the Wing pilot's shoulder. "First, I'm gonna shove his braid down his throat till he chokes, then I'm gonna cut it off and use it as a leash and collar. Or I might just turn him into a mouse..." a contemplative look crossed his face. "That would be fun. That way I could chase him around and grab him by the tail and let him think he escaped only to catch him again. And then I'd eat him... but that would make Trowa sad, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, it would," the shaggy haired brunet nodded. "However, if you wanted to prank him, I wouldn't stop you, in fact, I might even deem it worth my time to help you."

"Really?" emerald orbs widened in surprise, the stoic teen didn't seem the type to pull pranks.

"Hn," Heero nodded again.

"Well, let's see..." Harry finally lifted his head up, a contemplative look on his face. "I currently don't have my wand on me, so magical pranks are out..."

"I have an idea for one," the former Wing pilot pulled Harry closer to his chest and began whispering into his furry little ear.

A mischievous grin split the chibi's face, "That's bloody brilliant! Let's do it!"

"After breakfast," Heero told him seriously. "I'll get what we need from the kitchen and then we'll regroup and finish after."

"Okay!" Harry beamed, as they entered the kitchen.

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Later that day

Duo stared at his reflection in shocked disbelief. What the hell was going on here? He glanced down at his toothbrush, there was nothing wrong with it that he could see. He took the top off his toothpaste and sniffed, it still smelled minty fresh and was still the bright blue it always was. So how the fuck had his teeth been turned green? His eyes narrowed as the most obvious answer came to him.

"WUFEI CHANG!"

The other occupants of the house all looked up from what they were doing at the scream of rage. Harry and Heero, who were in the living room watching a movie, paused it and shared a conspiratorial look before quietly getting up and going to investigate. Quatre, up in his office, managed to scatter a large pile of paperwork from his desk as he reached for his gun hidden in his top drawer before going to see what had caused the disturbance. Wufei looked up from the book he had been reading in the den and frowned as the words registered in his head. Why was Maxwell yelling at him? He had to see what was going on immediately, and get to the bottom of this injustice. Trowa calmly poked his head into the bathroom, took one look at his outraged lover and dissolved into helpless laughter.

"This isn't funny, Trowa Barton!" the braided teen snapped, his hands on his hips.

The other three former pilots and the chibi met in the hallway outside the couple's bedroom, all with appropriately confused looks on their faces. Quatre stowed his gun when he spotted the chibi beside the former Wing pilot and, being the most concerned for his friend's well being, knocked tentatively on the closed portal. It didn't take long for a still laughing Trowa to answer and allow them entrance.

"What is it now, Maxwell?" the accused glared at the former Deathscythe pilot.

"What did you do, you fucking asshole?" Duo demanded.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Wufei shook his head, obviously Duo had finally taken leave of his sanity.

"My fucking teeth are green, Wufei," amethyst orbs narrowed dangerously. "And I know you did it! This is pay back for that time I replaced the contents of your work files with those magazines, isn't it?"

The former Shenlong pilot chuckled as he finally saw what Duo was raving about, "While I do plan on getting you back for that, Maxwell, my plans involve removing your braid from your head, not simply turning your teeth green."

"Hn," Heero grunted, lifting a quietly giggling Harry into his arms and turning around to head back downstairs.

"Hey, where do you think you're going, Heero?" the braided teen snapped at his retreating back.

"It's obviously not a case of life or death, so I'm not needed," the brunet shrugged, not turning around. "Besides, Harry and I were in the middle of a movie."

"Don't worry, Duo," the blond of the group said sympathetically, "we'll fix this, I promise."

"But I don't know what the fuck he did, Quatre," Duo jammed his finger in Wufei's face.

"As I said, I didn't do anything," the Chinese teen glared. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my reading."

"Come on, Duo," Quatre shook his head, grabbing hold of the braided teen's hand. "We'll go to the store and get you a new toothbrush and toothpaste. It's not the end of the world."

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Zechs Merquise sat in front of his vid phone, staring at the currently blank screen. His superior, Lady Une, had just called him and gave him a new assignment. Apparently, the former Gundam pilots were being pulled from active field work but had had a case open and a follow up investigation was necessary. So naturally, he would be called in to finish it for them, as he was one of the few that those five actually trusted with their assignments.

He sighed as he pushed to his feet, running his hand through his long blond locks in agitation. Understanding why he had a mission, and accepting the fact that he had one were two totally different things. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it, it's just that currently he had something more pressing on his mind.

With another sigh, he made his way quietly back to his bedroom, where he had a patient to attend to. Luckily for him, the treatment he'd been administering was working wonders and it was only a matter of time before his 'guest' was back to full health. He was hoping the other would wake soon, it would make things so much easier on him, especially now, with this mission hanging over his head.

He sank gratefully into the chair he'd placed next to the bed so he could keep an eye on his patient. He placed his head in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. Why was this happening now? Why couldn't it have turned out differently?

"Why? Why did you have to do this to yourself?" he asked his still unconscious patient. "Couldn't you have found another way to make a difference in this world? Why did you think that turning spy would atone for your sins?"

"Would you please stop your insufferable whining?"

Zechs' eyes snapped up to his patient, only to lock with pain filled onyx, "Severus!"


Ammie: Okay there ya go! I know, I shouldn't have done it! But I did! Severus Snape is ALIVE! Mwahahaha... anyway, hope ya'll enjoy.