Sorry for the wait I was a little busy…stupid test they should die! Oh btw if you like Twilight RPG's message me and I'll give you more info on my favorite one. Sorry anyway the votes are in and it was close very close. The winner is Solo/…um…I'll get back to you.
This chapter has been edited and beta-ed thanks to Seithr-Kairy and NaiteShyde
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"What?" the normally passive Quatre exclaimed when the words left the twins' lips.
"You know this person?" Solo gave them a look, one eyebrow raised as if he doubted the fact. His normally dancing green eyes were cold and serious.
"Yes." Trowa answered but refused to say more, mouth set in a hard line.
The two green eyed teens met each others eyes, neither backing down nor looking away. Quatre looked between the two, feeling the mild hostility Trowa and Solo were sending out and the confusion of the twins, "Maybe we should finish up here and talk about it at home?" the blond peace maker offered hesitantly.
The two in the staring match nodded stiffly and looked away in unison. "Is there anything else?" Solo asked his friends.
Fred licked his lips, "Something went missing in the Fudge Box," he explained, shifting slightly under Solo's unwavering gaze.
"We're not sure what, though, because we don't have people there but we heard it something big." George continued for his brother, his uneasiness with the situation given away by the way his eyes darted back and forth.
"How do you know something is missing then?" Solo asked rubbing his face tiredly, "I don't understand."
The twins shared a look, "Read the headline in your pocket when you get the chance," Gred suggested standing up.
"You'll find it tells you everything you need to know." Forge finished, and stood with his twin. "See you bro," they said as way of a good bye as they walked away.
Solo sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "This is going to end badly." he muttered under his breath, "Badly I say."
He looked at the confused pilots, "Come on, let's go back and talk there. I know you have a few questions, because I know I do."
The three were silent in the car, all of them thinking about what was said or rather, in this case, not said. Solo groaned and rubbed his forehead. "It's times like this that make me wish I had died on L2." he whispered harshly.
He didn't notice Quatre's rather violent flinch as he picked up the jumbled emotions that exuded from Solo's very being. Trowa's hands tightened on the steering wheel so much his fingers turned white. "What was that?" he ground out. "What is going on?" He hissed in a rare bout of temper; he took a calming breath at Quatre's pleading look.
"Not here!" Solo said trying to calm both himself as well as all the other occupant of the car; he finally took notice of the blond reaction to harsh emotion.
Trowa nodded his acceptance tersely. He agreed with Solo that this was not going to end well.
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The three made it back to the safe house in record time, Trowa and Quatre walking behind a still muttering Solo.
Heero raised an eyebrow when they walked in the living room, Trowa was back to normal but Quatre looked worried. The perfect solider noticed that Solo had a new jacket and he seemed to have full use of his arm back.
"What happened?" he questioned 03 and 04 gruffly.
Solo cut in quickly before they could answer, "Are Chang and Duo around?" the usual light-hearted and teasing tone of his was missing, everyone present were quick to note that Solo was dead serious.
"I'm here, Solo. What happened?" Duo asked from the door way. "Fei is on his way down." Shinigami swept his gaze across the room and took in their solemn faces, "What happened?"
Solo sighed heavily, "My bad guy and your bad guy teamed up."
Several eyebrows shot up into their respective hairlines, "Your bad guy?" Duo questioned his amusement showing despite the seriousness that had gripped the table.
Wufei snorted as he entered the living room and sat down beside Heero. Solo glared at the Chinese teen, and shook his head. "Look the guy I'm fighting against is now working with the guy you're fighting against." Solo explained rather poorly in his attempt to keep his secrets hidden as long as he possibly could.
"Why are you fighting anyone?" Quatre pressed, "I haven't heard about you in the war." The others agreed through soft murmurs and half-hearted nods.
Solo seemed to cringe, "Classified?" he tried weakly.
"Was that a question or an answer?" sneered Wufei.
Solo groaned and started to bang his head repeatedly into the table. "I am so going to get in trouble for this. So much trouble, I wonder if they'll kill Me." he worried to himself in undertones, unaware of the fact that he had just voiced his thoughts out loud.
Duo watched his friend with a bemused smile, "Are you alright?"
Solo tilted his head, "Not really." he admitted readily enough, "Oh well, the Ministry had go screw themselves. Now, I have a question for all of you." he looked at all five of them with a strange expression in his eyes, "Do you believe in magic?"
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"Headmaster," Auror Shacklebolt greeted solemnly.
"What do you have to report?" The leader of the Order of the Phoenix questioned.
"The Weasley twins left their shop this morning and had lunch with two males. One appeared to the Winner heir, the other was unknown." came the Auror's monotone reply.
The old man stroked his beard, and hummed. "The Winner heir, you say?"
The Auror nodded tensely.
"Find out why." Dumbledore commanded and dismissed the man with a wave of his hand, he needed to think; the Auror left without a backwards glance.
The headmaster had a lot to think about. First Harry had gotten out. He had known it would happen at some point and he had prepared for it. The boy wouldn't find sanctuary anywhere once everyone got their paper. No one would house him. He would eventually be drawn out, if only to try and save the bait.
The defeater of Grindewald chuckled, "I trained the boy well. Maybe Alistair should try and find him? He trained the boy after all. Who could possibly know him better?"
He left the room humming a cheerful tune, eyes twinkling as usual while chewing thoughtfully on a lemon drop.
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"What do you mean?" Quatre asked cautiously.
The teen couldn't be saying magic was real? Was he crazy? Solo sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time. "The people I'm running from are magical." He made sure to put emphasis on the word.
Heero gave Solo a frigid look, and slowly pulled out his gun. "Do not toy with us." he said in a soft dangerous voice.
"I'm not." Solo spat. "This is real! Dammit Chang, you know this. Help me out!"
Wufei, who had not yet said a word, tensed. "05?" Heero inquired.
The Chinese teen nodded tightly, jaw clenched, "He speaks the truth." Wufei was turned away from the others and glared at Solo, "I thought I recognized you. Harry Potter."
Solo hissed at the sound of his name, "Watch it Chang, you shouldn't be throw around names like that. You damn well know the power some names have."
The others watched in a horrified fascination as Solo and Wufei fought. Each bringing out more knowledge of each other then had ever been told.
"Do you want to explain why you believe him?" Heero asked the pilot in a monotone voice looking between the quarreling two.
Everyone was shocked, Duo was watching his friends fight and he noticed the way Solo had flinched when Wufei said his name. Quatre was looking for lies when they spoke and it seemed almost as if they knew each other. Trowa was thinking of the things he had heard from the twins, all in all, it was very confusing.
Wufei snorted, "You would think that someone would have found it by now you know?"
Solo nodded in agreement, "I know, it's out there for everyone to see and they still miss it."
"What the hell is going on?" Duo shouted getting fed up with the cryptic words that both parties seemed content to continue their conversation in.
Solo took pity on his friend and spoke. "Magic is real." he deadpanned. "There is a whole other world out there and you have never seen it. There are people out there with powers that you can only dream of. Monsters that are to you only fantasy."
Solo paused and took a deep breath, "The people in that world are imbeciles; lazy, prejudiced and astoundingly self-righteous people. Yet they hold so much power that it's frightening. They have currently divided themselves into two factions which are at this moment at war. They have proclaimed themselves the 'Dark' side and the 'Light' side, each just as bad as the other." he shook his head with a bitter smile, letting a soft snort escape as he remembered their spectacularly hypocritical actions."
"We, magic folk, are a dying race. Our blood has thinned and our culture is almost gone. We have managed to fuck up so bad that even the muggles, what we call non magic folk, have started to notice a little." he turned to Wufei and motioned to him. "Some of us like Chang and my self have fled the Wizarding world in hopes of avoiding the war, but we just get drawn back into either our own war or the one you are fighting now."
The green eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly and looked to the people in front of him. "There are people out there that would pay to see my head on a pike and people who wish me enslaved to help rid them of a problem they created!" His voice rose dangerously at the end, "And I won't allow it. Not again." He ended off in a soft, broken whisper.
No one spoke for a long time. Wufei coughed and drew attention to himself, "I know you have many questions most being why I have deceived you, and they will be answered soon I swear to you, but first I must ask you Black, do you have any news of the war?"
Solo hummed, "I know several things Chang, I know that the Dark Lord now has an alliance with Khushrenada and that someone stole something from the Department of Mysteries." he told the Chinese teen carefully, eyes riveted upon his face in an attempt to gage Chang's reaction.
Wufei cursed rather colourfully before asking, "Do you know what it was?"
Solo shook his head, "Look, maybe we should talk about this later? Like when Heero won't shoot us eh?" Solo motioned to the slight homicidal looking teen with worry showing on his face.
Wufei nodded and muttered something no one could here under his breath.
Solo looked at each teen awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head coughing slightly, "So…..what do y'all want to know?"
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Quatre asked first, he was all business and it showed. "Your bad guy," he said calmly, "Does he have a name?"
Wufei answered without a moment's hesitation, "Several. The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named it goes on and on."
The blond nodded sagely. He continued asking questions that Wufei answered while Heero and Duo ganged up on Solo.
"Prove to me magic is real." the Japanese pilot commanded, leaving no way for Solo to back out of this.
Solo cursed under his breath and drew a long stick of holly from a seemingly endless pocket in his jacket. "So glad I got those tracking charms off." he said to him self. "That would have been wonderful, having the old goat show up here."
He ignored the looks he was getting from Duo and Heero. "Accio mug," He said lazily and watched unbothered as the mug on the table shot towards him.
Heero tensed and Duo grinned, "What else can you do?" he (asked rather excitably, bouncing in his seat.
Solo gave his friend a tiny smile, "Much more, but nothing I will show you now, we have things to discuss."
Duo frowned but agreed even if he whined loudly about it.
"So," Solo began once again, "How are we going to do this? Just ask and tell? Interrogation? What? I must insist though if you want to torture me keep in mind that Wufei lied and knows just as much as I do…he can go first!"
Solo was grinning happily at the end, completely ignoring the glares and odd looks he was getting. Heero glared, "You annoy me."
Solo's grin widened, stretching across his face as far as humanly possible, "I know."
