*I do not own Harry Potter, or Gundam Wing.
Not a Chance!
Quatre was having a difficult time just breathing from where he rested in his red bean-bag. His emotions were turbulent enough with multiplying it by four. As it was he could feel clearly just how much Harry believed what he had just said. That wasn't going to fly. Definitely not on his watch. He signaled to the others to let him handle this. And he would handle it.
"Harry?" Quatre called projecting a bit of the zero system into his voice, not much just the smallest bit, it usually was enough to give people pause, draw their attention to him, and generally give way before his will...well unless they were stubborn idiots; those people tended to regret not picking up the clue to start with. Sure enough his voice brought Harry back into focus.
"Yes Quatre?" came a soft voice, green eyes so much like his lover's focusing on his, giving Quatre his complete attention. "I take it its your turn for questions?"
He nodded.
"Harry didn't you just tell us our cores were...delicate? That sometimes, like during a strong emotion, or that overtime a magic core reaches its capacity and overflows if not in regular use? And that's why child with magic cause accidental magical?"
"Yeah, good job Quatre, looks like you have a good grasp on theory behind accidental magic." Harry gave Quatre a quick quirk of his lips in a smile.
"Well I have another Theory I would like you to think about." This caused Harry to narrow his eyes and study the blonde for a bit.
"It'a a good thing you are not really ten, that sounded more like an order. I will listen, something tells me I won't like what you are about to say, But I will listen."
Quatre could only manage to look sightly sheepish. He decided to take the plunge. "When we viewed your memories, the first one wasn't yours. Was it?"
"No." Harry admitted, "It was a combination of McGongald's and Dumbledore's." He was intrigued.
"He left you on the doorstep with a letter, the memories never showed what it said. Did you ever read it?"
"No, I do believe it was destroyed by my aunt and uncle."
Quatre gave a slight nod, and rubbed his chin.
"You won't like this, but...Harry what if that note had instructions for the Dursleys on how to raise you? What if Dumbledore wanted you to have as many magic outbursts as you could in order to stress out and possible damage your core? Wait a minute Harry. I do have reasons. You remember viewing Severus Snape's memories? And how he had told Dumbledore, he had been raising to slaughter, keeping you alive...until it was the right time to die? What if all that accidental magic was part of it? You just told us what it does for our cores, and how also if we didn't calm down and rest that it would damage it. Harry...All that stuff happening when you got to school, even before was orchestrated. Its all part of Dumbledore's design. You never deserved that treatment from the Dursleys. Not a Chance." Quatre gave a slight pant after finishing saying that, his eyes had remained locked locked on Harry's own, and emotions had been tuned into his as well. Harry was starting to believe Quatre, maybe he wasn't quiet there yet, but Quatre had made a big enough dent, in Harry's mental conditioning that a few more days of analyzing what Quatre had said, would finish it.
Harry was crying silently, but he embraced the pilots when they dog-piled him. Each saying, "Not a Chance."
* And there we have it. Quatre's therapy session for Harry.