Chapter Nine. Here ya go! I had already typed this out on another computer before I realized that I wouldn't be able to get it off said computer. I was very irritated. I saved it to the desktop and it wouldn't let me delete it or move it or even open it. Anyone know what the hell is going on? Help would be appreciated. Anyways. I hope all of you like this chappie. Oh! And the song in this chapter is the slow Moon Song from Sailor Moon. You know, when they find out that she is the princess? It seemed to fit. I love Sailor Moon even though I haven't seen it in forever. I do own the movies though!
Disclaimer: shove it. Gundam wing and Harry Potter are not mine
Chapter Nine A Music Box Melody
Heero and Duo sat in the tree of the backyard of number four Private Drive, waiting. The darkness around them was so complete that they could barely see eachother. Duo's eyes were fixated on their surroundings, making sure that they weren't spotted. Rai was on the ground by the house doing his freakish vampire thing. He had said that he could smell when humans were sleeping because their hearts slowed. Heero was watching him. He couldn't shake the thought that that could be the man that Kinau was seeing behind their backs. Surely, something was going on. He wasn't stupid. Something happened on that date and Kinau lied about it. What could be bad enough that Kinau would lie? This, yes. Kinau would be ashamed and humiliated by his background. However, how did Rai see the scars in the first place? They were on Kinau's hips, damn it! And he hadn't even shown them to him or Duo! What the hell was going on? Why would Kinau want some dead bastard, anyways? And what about that Dark Lord of his? What did he have to do with this mess? He spent an awful amount of time with their young charge. Had they not paid enough attention to him? Heero spared his lover a look.
Duo was more angered by the unanswered questions than he was but only because so far they had no proof that Kinau had done anything wrong. It could only be Rai trying to stir things up in an effort to make Kinau uncertain of them. Duo was torn by the assumptions though. Heero could see that it ate at him, tormented him even. Duo had curled up to him even tighter the last few nights than he had in a long time. It could have been because Kinau wasn't there or because of Rai's presence but he doubted it. It was probably the wondering. Wondering what Kinau was doing while they were gone to kill his relatives. He wondered if he had any lovers from when he was at that school. Another boyfriend? A girlfriend maybe? Rai gave them the signal, a short flash of a light, and they slid down the tree like snakes. Time to kill some civvies. The house in question was a quaint thing. Small and cookie cutter, like the rest of the homes on this block. The people inside were what mattered. It was easy to pick the lock to the back door. The three of them crept inside, the two assassins drawing their guns. Heero remebered the scars on that small body he knew so well and was filled with an icy rage. Kinau had been so unsure and helpless when they first met him.
They could hear snoring from all the way downstairs and Duo raised a silent eyebrow. Rai began to slink up the stairs silently as if he were walking on air, expecting his companions to follow suit. They did. Duo took the right bedroom and Rai and Heero took the left. Inside the master bedroom were the two adults. The male was fat and porky, taking up most of the bed. The female was thin like a rail, her neck extending like it had been stretched. Ick. Rai seemed to share his sentiments if the look on his face was anything to go by. The man didn't even wake up when the vampire snapped his wife's neck. Heero aimed his gun at Vernon Dursley. This was the man who had tormented and raped Kinau when he was just a child. This was the man who was responsible for all of his scars, physically and mentally. Heero put two bullets in his head and his only regret was that he couldn't make Vernon Dursley suffer more.
"Heero..." Duo said unsurely from the door.
The Perfect Soldier turned toward the man he loved in question. Duo seemed disturbed.
"I found this room...It has six locks on the outside..."
Rai frowned visibly and they both followed him down the hall. This part of the house was bare and undecorated. In fact, it looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. The door was in fact, locked from the outside with six seperate locks. Keeping something inside...Heero aimed his gun and shot each of them. For some reason, he had to know what was behind that door. What was so bad that it needed six locks to keep it inside? It was almost like a fear welled up in him. A need to see that it wasn't what he thought. And it wasn't. It was worse.
It swung open at his insistance with a loud and ominous creak. The first thing the three noticed was the smell of old blood. Old blood and terror. An empty birdcage sat on a dusty desk as if the ghost of it's owner still sat inside. Everything was covered in dust but not so much that they couldn't make out the blue bunnies on the wallpaper or the crib pushed against the far wall to make room for the small, thread bare bed. A trunk sat at the foot of this bed with the initials HP ingraved on it. It was Rai who pointed out the shackles screwed into the wall above the bed and the dark stains on the floor. The pattern of nail scratches was etched into the wall. A catflap had been made in the door so food could be pushed under. A shiftrobe was standing at the far end of the room, a broken mirror looking out at them. The shock wasn't that the mirror was broken. It was that Kinau was staring out of it at them. No...Not Kinau. A much younger him with thick frames for glasses and clothes that hung off of his body like a circus tent. He was slightly transparent and a purple bruise covered an entire cheek. The un-Kinau smiled sadly at them. It was the smile that Kinau sometimes wore when he didn't think anyone could see.
"I suppose you have questions?" he said calmly,walking out of the mirror and stepping over to sit on the bed.
Duo flinched at the blood stains on the bed.
"Are you a ghost?" The brunette asked and Rai scoffed at him although the vampire looked alittle disturbed as well.
"No. Merely a memory left by a scared and sad boy over years and years. I didn't used to reside here, just as Harry didn't used to sleep here. We used to live in the cupboard under the stairs."
Rai looked interested but grim. He could see where this was going and why this ghostly spirit wanted to reveal itself to them. It wanted to tell them. Tell them everything that had happened to Kinau because Kinau couldn't do it himself. This boy was a peice of Kinau's tired and broken soul that had been left behind when he ran. Rai wanted to keep it. To hold it close when no one was watching because he would never see Kinau this real again. Harry smiled at him as if he knew what he was thinking and he probably did. His eyes were pits that told his story. A story that was filled with pain and sorrow.
"Tell us...," He whispered, barely listening to what he was saying," Tell us your story."
Harry's smile grew a fraction then slipped as if it had been a losing battle to begin with. The apparition touched the bloodied bed and drew breath it didn't need.
"It all started when Harry was four..."
The story was a long and grim one and by it's end, Duo was crying in Heero's trembling arms and Rai was kneeling on the floor before the ghost. Harry reached out and touched Rai's head. A music box on the wobbly table beside the bed opened and began to play a slow, sad tune.
"Take me away in a box made of hurt,
Put me in a drawer of dreams.
Take me out when the sky is dark,
And listen to my soul scream.
In this place of rot and hate,
I pray to you, don't leave me here.
In a house that's thick with sorrow,
And reeks with blood and fear." Harry whispered softly, a crystal tear sliding down the pale, beaten face.
The memory faded into a small glowing orb that hovered in Rai's quivering, cupped hands for a breif time before floating calmly into the box. The lovely melody ended and the music box closed on it's own. Rai stood up slowly, almost as if he hurt all over. He did, but it wasn't a physical hurt. He picked up the small, star shaped box and cradled it gently in his hands.
"Let's get out of here." Heero said quietly.
Dumbledore sat in his office contemplating the mystery that had grown to be Kinau Maxwell-Yuy. His first mistake had been to let Trelawney stay on his staff. She was a ticking time bomb. A true Seer who pretended to be a fraud. She had foreseen Harry coming to his school and decided to take matters into her own hands. He never had liked her. Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth. What was he going to do now? The Weasleys were still crying for justice after young Ronald's kneecap had been shot off. He had had a close call too. What he needed now was another approach. He had tried force to get Kinau into his grasp. What else was at his disposal. His manipulations didn't work on the boy. Sirius? No. He was too loyal to the boy. That would have to be taken care of. Maybe he could send him back to Azkaban. Arrange for the Dementors to "find" him one night on a mission. The Ministry? Yes, that would work. But he need to prove that Kinau had broken the law first. Instead of sending him to Azkaban, he could request, out of the "goodness" of his heart, that Kinau be left with him so he could make hima law abiding citizen of the community once again. But how? A knock sounded on his door.
"Come in."
Arthur Weasley stepped inside, looking hurried and upset.
"Albus, terrible news. The Dursleys have all been killed in their own beds. Two, with bullets in their heads. One with a broken neck."
Bingo.
